<?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-21100446</id><updated>2011-06-22T22:30:34.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i-scribble</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>112</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-3099995029963330527</id><published>2007-08-22T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T23:43:30.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY PEEPS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having another blog now, probably be blogging there more: JEANETTEWRITESAT.WORDPRESS.COM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay you can leave me comments there! won't be putting a tagboard, more like i don't know how to. so leave individual comments okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you all my readers. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-3099995029963330527?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/3099995029963330527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=3099995029963330527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/3099995029963330527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/3099995029963330527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/08/hey-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-7402404130131940414</id><published>2007-07-30T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T05:52:34.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just back from phuket! went with joe's family and enoch too, was great fun if you ask me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a (very brief) summary of what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day ONE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RqzE4nsx-UI/AAAAAAAAAF4/NP7Gx6AszzI/s1600-h/DSCF1490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RqzE4nsx-UI/AAAAAAAAAF4/NP7Gx6AszzI/s200/DSCF1490.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092661755657713986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a flight (silkair) to phuket, where we were met at the airport by the hotel staff. was ferried by a minivan to the hotel. we were to stay at le meridien phuket during our trip. very comfortable and quite luxurious. too bad i didn't take any photos of the hotel room. stayed with sheryl (joe's sister) during the trip. joe stayed with enoch (sheryl's other half). didn't do much, settled in time just for a late dinner which wasn't very yummy at the hotel cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day TWO.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seem to be suffering from amnesia but i can't really remember what happened. i think we woke up late (joe came to wake me and that was nice.) and just walked around the hotel a bit, booked a tour, had lunch in the hotel at the pizza place. borrowed a mahjong set which we never got down to playing. hit a few balls at the mini golf course, played some pingpong and foosball. at night, we went to simon cabaret. it's... interesting. you'll have to be there for yourself to get what i mean, and the images from there... well, they stick. here's a picture of one of the sets:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RqzE5Xsx-VI/AAAAAAAAAGA/mlV615ni_ug/s1600-h/DSCF1509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RqzE5Xsx-VI/AAAAAAAAAGA/mlV615ni_ug/s200/DSCF1509.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092661768542615890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheryl wasn't feeling too well so we headed back to the hotel for a doctor and had jap food for dinner. conjunctivitis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day THREE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day tour day. went to the following places: rubber plantation, buddha monkey temple (not sure of the name), took a long boat to james bond island and finally the cashew nut factory. basically it's where they filmed 2 movies of james bond films. you can be sure they'll never go back to the same island, cos it's so terribly commercialised now. like more than 20 stalls on a tiny stretch of beach.&lt;br /&gt;there was a long boat trip and a long car ride, so i couldn't help but be camera trigger-happy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RqzE5nsx-WI/AAAAAAAAAGI/-uSYMMsPk_w/s1600-h/DSCF1590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RqzE5nsx-WI/AAAAAAAAAGI/-uSYMMsPk_w/s200/DSCF1590.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092661772837583202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and joe posing for a photo on the way to the first stop: rubber plantation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RqzE6Hsx-XI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/oKzUAI_sQ8A/s1600-h/DSCF1591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RqzE6Hsx-XI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/oKzUAI_sQ8A/s200/DSCF1591.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092661781427517810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheryl and enoch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RqzE6nsx-YI/AAAAAAAAAGY/D0GrwiLDmdQ/s1600-h/DSCF1601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RqzE6nsx-YI/AAAAAAAAAGY/D0GrwiLDmdQ/s200/DSCF1601.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092661790017452418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the rubber plantation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RqzKiHsx-ZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/77pr3UdgGuM/s1600-h/DSCF1616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RqzKiHsx-ZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/77pr3UdgGuM/s200/DSCF1616.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092667966180424082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joseph looking gay in my shades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RqzKinsx-aI/AAAAAAAAAGo/XMjjVeve-4c/s1600-h/DSCF1617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RqzKinsx-aI/AAAAAAAAAGo/XMjjVeve-4c/s200/DSCF1617.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092667974770358690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the buddha monkey temple where a huge spider behind the toilet door freaked sheryl out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RqzKjHsx-bI/AAAAAAAAAGw/UAkJZpZZpVI/s1600-h/DSCF1621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RqzKjHsx-bI/AAAAAAAAAGw/UAkJZpZZpVI/s200/DSCF1621.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092667983360293298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the many monkeys eating a banana from a tourist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RqzKjnsx-cI/AAAAAAAAAG4/O6UaoWeDLjI/s1600-h/DSCF1631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RqzKjnsx-cI/AAAAAAAAAG4/O6UaoWeDLjI/s200/DSCF1631.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092667991950227906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the long boats similar to the one we sat on the way to the james bond island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RqzKkHsx-dI/AAAAAAAAAHA/vekYZvHK1Do/s1600-h/DSCF1637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RqzKkHsx-dI/AAAAAAAAAHA/vekYZvHK1Do/s200/DSCF1637.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092668000540162514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us in the long boat. do some neck exercise, turn your head. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RqzS83sx-eI/AAAAAAAAAHI/CCTSgxm7AM8/s1600-h/DSCF1634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RqzS83sx-eI/AAAAAAAAAHI/CCTSgxm7AM8/s200/DSCF1634.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092677221834947042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joe trying to keep the wind out of his eyes. his dad said to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RqzS9Xsx-fI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/BBnWS4T-3ek/s1600-h/DSCF1636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RqzS9Xsx-fI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/BBnWS4T-3ek/s200/DSCF1636.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092677230424881650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joe on the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RqzS9nsx-gI/AAAAAAAAAHY/GEZmyB_UnGw/s1600-h/DSCF1649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RqzS9nsx-gI/AAAAAAAAAHY/GEZmyB_UnGw/s200/DSCF1649.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092677234719848962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, with a sparkle in my eye. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RqzS-Hsx-hI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0ePMFRlkp8s/s1600-h/DSCF1640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RqzS-Hsx-hI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0ePMFRlkp8s/s200/DSCF1640.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092677243309783570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enoch acting gay too. this gay thing is infectious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RqzS-nsx-iI/AAAAAAAAAHo/s2W6ubWw1Xs/s1600-h/DSCF1666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RqzS-nsx-iI/AAAAAAAAAHo/s2W6ubWw1Xs/s200/DSCF1666.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092677251899718178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an artsy picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RqzW6Xsx-jI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Sn64f_DWcdQ/s1600-h/DSCF1669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RqzW6Xsx-jI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Sn64f_DWcdQ/s200/DSCF1669.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092681576931785266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uncle and auntie sharing a towel. awwww how sweet. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RqzW63sx-kI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ZeqdhNRsGH8/s1600-h/DSCF1670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RqzW63sx-kI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ZeqdhNRsGH8/s200/DSCF1670.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092681585521719874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enoch concussed after a tiring day's worth of touring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the four of us swam around a bit in the resort when we got back and had strawberry icecream and tecktee's cookies. Had dinner at this really nice and quite posh restaurant: baan rim pa. it's a piano bar restaurant and our table was in a porch overlooking the sea. yummy kangkong, that was my favourite dish that night. too bad we forgot to bring a camera that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day FOUR.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around town a bit, but didn't manage to do much shopping since uncle and auntie weren't shoppers. went back to the hotel and putted a few balls at the driving range, swam a bit again. had dinner at the tanttawan seafood restaurant, though dinner at savoey would have been nice. the food at dinner was way too spicy for me. had baskin' robbins icecream for dessert. walked around a bit more and the four of us got the SAME SAME BUT DIFFERENT shirt. sheryl's idea. hahaha. no photos that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day FIVE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;packed up in the hotel, got ready to get back. nothing very special, we went around snapping a few photos before we left. okay, like... three photos. hahaha.. then we took a hotel minivan to the hotel for the flight back in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RqzW7Hsx-lI/AAAAAAAAAIA/0-ZawlDbp4A/s1600-h/DSCF1672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RqzW7Hsx-lI/AAAAAAAAAIA/0-ZawlDbp4A/s200/DSCF1672.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092681589816687186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same same same same... but different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RqzW7nsx-mI/AAAAAAAAAII/7d6Hz8MCKeY/s1600-h/DSCF1673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RqzW7nsx-mI/AAAAAAAAAII/7d6Hz8MCKeY/s200/DSCF1673.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092681598406621794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uncle and auntie's four children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RqzW8Hsx-nI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/rQ7CSyJfqck/s1600-h/DSCF1674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RqzW8Hsx-nI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/rQ7CSyJfqck/s200/DSCF1674.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092681606996556402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and joe on the plane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-7402404130131940414?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/7402404130131940414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=7402404130131940414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/7402404130131940414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/7402404130131940414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-back-from-phuket-went-with-joes.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RqzE4nsx-UI/AAAAAAAAAF4/NP7Gx6AszzI/s72-c/DSCF1490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-6871884302198334862</id><published>2007-07-23T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T00:51:21.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>never thought that bible study could be so interesting, much less a bible study on jeremiah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no bad joke coming up: maybe this yr's vcf something-you-sit-on-person chose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another bad joke: lucky we're not studying THAT jeremiah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something tells me that only joe would understand. okay. maybe all the vcf people might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;you're all i want, help me know you are here.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-6871884302198334862?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/6871884302198334862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=6871884302198334862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/6871884302198334862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/6871884302198334862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/07/never-thought-that-bible-study-could-be.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-6346180720149964748</id><published>2007-07-22T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T00:04:07.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>let's see what i was up to today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. taught at sunday school: RUTH YAP IS SO CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. went to mark's choir: interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. went over to joe's place to have dinner and watch formula one. EXCITING. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. played a silly game i invented: "i love you because..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i liked that "i love you because..." game, cos it made me verbalise what i loved about him. it made me sure of how i felt for him. it made him think of all those questions. and it helped cos we both found out what we liked about each other. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a good game, though he isn't sure it will have the same good effect if other people played it, cos it might "expose" their lack of love, he says. hahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day i shall make a list. i like making lists. i shall make a list of why i think i like him. and that list shall always be added to. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-6346180720149964748?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/6346180720149964748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=6346180720149964748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/6346180720149964748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/6346180720149964748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/07/lets-see-what-i-was-up-to-today-1.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-7608291689197254217</id><published>2007-07-17T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T23:35:41.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went over to joe's place (AGAIN) today and played the game of life with his sister sheryl and her og mates from the vcf freshies orientation camp. it was interesting how the game went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. joe had a highest salary amongst of all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i was a teacher by profession in the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i had many kids. and by the word "many" i really mean MANY. like... 6 kids when the little car provided only had room for 4 kids. i basically landed on all the spaces that says have kids. so i had twins, a baby girl, a baby boy and adopted 2 more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. the accountant ended up with no life cards at all. NO LIFE. get it? hahaha corny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were other uncanny resemblances to real life itself and so it was quite interesting. to me, it was as if i was playing more than a game. it really provided quite an insight to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPEAKING OF UNCANNY RESEMBLANCES (and coincidences), i met my primary 1 and 2 classmate in the vcf camp, one person that i wasn't very close to when i was in st margs and haven't seen ever since. that's what.. at least 12 years of no contact! wow wow wow. hahaha.. and esther yeo (another st marg's classmate) is in my bsf class after 12 yrs too! whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i wasn't feeling too well so i adjourned to his room for a short rest and he joined me there. we ended up talking a lot and i'm really glad for these talking sessions, cos they might just be the reason why we do not quarrel, and the reason why we understand each other so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked for like... 2 plus hours last night as well, but last night's conversation was of a more serious nature of sorts, talked about our past relationships, and that was really good too, cos we finally understood why the other person acts in such a funny way, more specifically, why i ask weird questions at times. but last night's conversation explained a lot of my quirks, and it was sort of like a revelation. hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and joseph, i know from last night that you read my blog daily. well, i'll save my mushy somethings for the next email okay! hahaha and it's your turn to write. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-7608291689197254217?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/7608291689197254217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=7608291689197254217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/7608291689197254217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/7608291689197254217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/07/went-over-to-joes-place-again-today-and.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-8998003995213679263</id><published>2007-07-13T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T17:47:18.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love my FOC comm, no matter how dysfunctional i think we are at times. i've seen us work through problems with God's help, and this has only made me feel that the presence of God is just so evident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we have a genius in our comm: shawn poon. he's from law fac and pretty good at music and words. real funny guy, here's one of the lyrics of the silly tunes he came up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;clara woon you're such a goon, you look like a big babboon.&lt;br /&gt;clara woon you're such a goon, you're never awake by noon.&lt;br /&gt;clara woon you're such a goon, you live with a big monsoon.&lt;br /&gt;clara woon you're such a goon, soon you'll be shawn poon.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, the lyrics seem to describe him better than our dear clara. hahahhaa... He's not even awake at 4.30pm!! He also came up with other lyrics to that same silly tune, one of which has my name:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jeanette koh suck my toe...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells. hahahaha knowing shawn poon, he has no ill-intentions, and all these are done in the name of fun. unfortunately he did not complete my song, i would have loved to hear all the "insults" that he would have thrown out. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-8998003995213679263?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/8998003995213679263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=8998003995213679263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/8998003995213679263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/8998003995213679263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-love-my-foc-comm-no-matter-how.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-3434941491158534911</id><published>2007-07-07T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T05:52:43.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ADRIENNE'S HEN PARTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/Ro59RB5jEGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/HgNjFl7j-EE/s1600-h/DSCF1252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/Ro55_R5jEEI/AAAAAAAAAD0/XmHhY7CRB54/s200/DSCF1321.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084135157391364162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/Ro56AR5jEFI/AAAAAAAAAD8/k0sbaUGUEH4/s1600-h/DSCF1332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/Ro56AR5jEFI/AAAAAAAAAD8/k0sbaUGUEH4/s200/DSCF1332.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084135174571233362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/Ro51bB5jEDI/AAAAAAAAADs/C7AosZ9pLRE/s1600-h/DSCF1327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/Ro51bB5jEDI/AAAAAAAAADs/C7AosZ9pLRE/s200/DSCF1327.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084130136574595122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't have to be anything exciting. spending time with nessa is enough to brighten up my day. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-3667485806344891060?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/3667485806344891060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=3667485806344891060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/3667485806344891060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/3667485806344891060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/07/it-doesnt-have-to-be-anything-exciting.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/Ro55_R5jEEI/AAAAAAAAAD0/XmHhY7CRB54/s72-c/DSCF1321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-7593905020333860214</id><published>2007-07-05T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T01:03:17.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Name one fren whose name begins with each alphabet ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- Andrew Koh&lt;br /&gt;B- Bennerick Samson&lt;br /&gt;C- Charis Leong&lt;br /&gt;D- Daniel Thong&lt;br /&gt;E- Edna Wong&lt;br /&gt;F- Fang Wei, Goh&lt;br /&gt;G- Geraldine&lt;br /&gt;H- Hui-En, Hwa&lt;br /&gt;I- Ivy Goh&lt;br /&gt;J- Joseph Tang&lt;br /&gt;K- Kimi Yamada&lt;br /&gt;L- Lynette Ngiam&lt;br /&gt;M- Marko Voigt&lt;br /&gt;N- Nicholas Yeo&lt;br /&gt;O- Olivia Lim&lt;br /&gt;P- Pearl Lam&lt;br /&gt;Q- Qin You, Chin&lt;br /&gt;R- Ruth Tan&lt;br /&gt;S- Sheryl Tang&lt;br /&gt;T- Timothy Chan&lt;br /&gt;U- &lt;br /&gt;V- Vanessa Ko&lt;br /&gt;W- Wilfrid Goh&lt;br /&gt;X- Xin Tian&lt;br /&gt;Y- Yi-Mei, Lai&lt;br /&gt;Z- Zhiqian, Qin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How many siblings does A have?&lt;br /&gt;one sister: me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What does B sms u about?&lt;br /&gt;christian events. church friend mah. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.What is C's nickname?&lt;br /&gt;uhh no nickname that i know of. cousin you know. i just call her..charis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do u enjoy talkin on the phone with D ?&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.How long do U know E ??&lt;br /&gt;since jc1! good friends from the JELY Clique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How much older/younger is F than u ??&lt;br /&gt;Same age, we were both in the same german immersion class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Name G's job now.&lt;br /&gt;I think she's slacking. currently unemployed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What's H favourite words?&lt;br /&gt;"Really?!" or "Hi ...!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.How is I related to you ?&lt;br /&gt;She's my dearest Godma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What happens if J becomes your enemy ?&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh. He's my boyfriend right now, so it's quite a long way to the enemy stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Does J knows K ?&lt;br /&gt;Not really, but they've met, very briefly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Under what condition will L &amp; M marry ?&lt;br /&gt;For one, Marko is married. Two, Lynette has a boyfriend. Three, Marko lives in Germany, Lynette in Singapore. Four, I don't think Lynette goes for german guys... Need I say any more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. How many people do you know with N's name ?&lt;br /&gt;Two i think. similar sounding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. How do you know O ?&lt;br /&gt;My senior in Handbells. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Is P very popular ??&lt;br /&gt;YES. hahaha she's loved by most in my sec school (: I LOVE HER TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. How SLIM is Q ?&lt;br /&gt;Well she's average-sized. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. DO you know R knows S ?&lt;br /&gt;NOPE. Auntie Ruth from ARISE and Sheryl, Joseph's sister. NOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. IS T a very CURIOUS person ?&lt;br /&gt;YES. hahaha like a kid sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you take U as anything more than a fren ?&lt;br /&gt;Ich habe kein Freund und Freundin mit die Name mit "u" beginnen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. IS V hot ??&lt;br /&gt;OH YES TOTALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. When was the last time u met up with W ?&lt;br /&gt;Last sunday. Well, i saw him in church, said hi and gave him some chocs. well, lotsa chocs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. HOw are you related to X ?&lt;br /&gt;Good friends, used to be from my church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What's Y's favourite food?&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE NO IDEA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. NAme 3 of Z's best frens ?&lt;br /&gt;uhhh. Francis, Joe, I don't know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-7593905020333860214?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/7593905020333860214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=7593905020333860214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/7593905020333860214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/7593905020333860214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/07/name-one-fren-whose-name-begins-with.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-7823104619176277955</id><published>2007-07-05T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T00:42:48.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder why I keep a blog. I don't even bother upkeeping it regularly. Hmm. I guess it's like my I-don't-have-anything-to-do-so-I-write-something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a few things to get off my chest, so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. IRRITATING NEIGHBOUR.&lt;br /&gt;We bought a house from one of our neighbours, and he refuses to hand us the house key, even though it's ALREADY july 5th and he was supposed  to give it to us on june 15th. ROAR. he keeps screwing up our renovation plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot what else i wanted to write already. oh wells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-7823104619176277955?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/7823104619176277955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=7823104619176277955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/7823104619176277955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/7823104619176277955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/07/sometimes-i-wonder-why-i-keep-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-6542646326245886232</id><published>2007-06-25T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T00:42:15.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the joys of being a sunday school teacher to pre-schoolers: their innocence is just so charming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background: Joel William, aged 4. His grandfather just passed away on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Yinmei, pastor's wife.&lt;br /&gt;They are standing at the window looking out of the house, the casket just arrived at his house, his back is facing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Yinmei: Grandpa has gone to Heaven to be with Jesus. He is not here anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Joel: I know, I know (in a knowing tone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while...&lt;br /&gt;Joel: (motioning to the casket) Then what's he still doing here?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-6542646326245886232?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/6542646326245886232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=6542646326245886232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/6542646326245886232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/6542646326245886232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/06/joys-of-being-sunday-school-teacher-to.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-6648679246756802827</id><published>2007-06-24T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T00:41:03.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i went for ARISE! practice today! cool stuff, saw many familiar faces. today the kids at sunday school were a wee bit more well behaved. (: auntie jen sure has her way with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't feel like continuing. till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-6648679246756802827?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/6648679246756802827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=6648679246756802827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/6648679246756802827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/6648679246756802827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-went-for-arise-practice-today-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-6662498330607988046</id><published>2007-06-24T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T01:27:21.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my wedding.</title><content type='html'>was watching june's wedding video (not law june, but my bro's friend june) on the couch with you and this was what i was going through my mind, maybe OURS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=black&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font=tahoma&gt;i look at you and i see a white picture.&lt;br /&gt;i see myself in wedding whites, you in tux blacks.&lt;br /&gt;you look handsome as usual, with short, freshly cut hair (you are starting to sound like a plant).&lt;br /&gt;i hear junwen on the keys.&lt;br /&gt;i hear janho on the guitar, and singing too.&lt;br /&gt;i look at the bouquet in my hand. i have no idea what the flowers would look like cos i haven't made up my mind about that.&lt;br /&gt;i see vanessa standing in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;i look at my dad next to me, tearing.&lt;br /&gt;the church is filled with people, the mood is one of anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;i see pastor louis tay at the altar.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm going to cry, but i hold back my tears cos i want to look beautiful and radiant for you.&lt;br /&gt;i see my family, friends, and yours too.&lt;br /&gt;i'm excited, apprehensive, worried and stressed all at one go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we kiss, we sign. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walk out jubilant, mr and mrs          .&lt;br /&gt;we take pictures, we smile till we get jaw cramps.&lt;br /&gt;we shake hands till we decide maybe we should have gotten spare prosthetic arms.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps happy masks as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we get in the car, finally.&lt;br /&gt;head off to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;and then it's you and me. &lt;br /&gt;now that's what the wedding should have been all about. you. me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO HAPPY THAT NESSA'S BACK!&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-6662498330607988046?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/6662498330607988046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=6662498330607988046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/6662498330607988046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/6662498330607988046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-wedding.html' title='my wedding.'/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-5775407608878671450</id><published>2007-06-20T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T00:25:03.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IT'S SO GOOD TO BE BACK IN SINGAPORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SOME RANDOM THOUGHTS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i've never felt so patriotic in my entire life. you want this feeling? go overseas for extended periods of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i appreciate rice so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i appreciate my family and friends so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-God is just so evident and loving in every situation, even when you are the most disobedient and delinquent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-5775407608878671450?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/5775407608878671450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=5775407608878671450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/5775407608878671450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/5775407608878671450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-so-good-to-be-back-in-singapore.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-3789330433473369170</id><published>2007-06-12T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T05:52:44.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The best thing to do in summer here in germany: EAT THE FABULOUSO ICE-CREAMS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a pic of us enjoying in the summer heat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/Rm6x8hUWxTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C88nAVJtX6Q/s1600-h/DSCF0731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/Rm6x8hUWxTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C88nAVJtX6Q/s200/DSCF0731.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075189483387143474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RITTER SPORT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/Rm66wRUWxUI/AAAAAAAAADE/26tXu8kO6_U/s1600-h/DSCF0935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/Rm66wRUWxUI/AAAAAAAAADE/26tXu8kO6_U/s200/DSCF0935.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075199168538395970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRLS! there are 13 girls and 3 guys in our group. hahahah cool stuff. i like these girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/Rm6-TBUWxVI/AAAAAAAAADM/uNgXfn4WfYA/s1600-h/DSCF0765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/Rm6-TBUWxVI/AAAAAAAAADM/uNgXfn4WfYA/s200/DSCF0765.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075203064073733458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my german tutor here, Frau Dagmar Grieser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/Rm7KXhUWxWI/AAAAAAAAADU/N6X0jAukyJU/s1600-h/DSCF0798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/Rm7KXhUWxWI/AAAAAAAAADU/N6X0jAukyJU/s200/DSCF0798.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075216335522678114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls i love and hang with: cindy (in green) and sheni!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/Rm7MlhUWxXI/AAAAAAAAADc/rqhCmq4QDEQ/s1600-h/DSCF0753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" 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href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/06/best-thing-to-do-in-summer-here-in.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/Rm6x8hUWxTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C88nAVJtX6Q/s72-c/DSCF0731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-7843484545936366582</id><published>2007-06-12T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T22:42:35.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY LAURA TAN! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow i'm surprised i remember people's birthday! hahaha okay here's another one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TAY KAILING! (on 18th june)&lt;br /&gt;i don't think there'll be an 18th june for me. i'll be on the way back home from GERMANY! (: i'm so going to miss this place, but it can never replace home. i've been terribly homesick for the past few weeks, and nothing sounds better right now than going home. so my flight's from 17th june till 19th june. whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy, daddy, korkor and joseph, here i come! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-7843484545936366582?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/7843484545936366582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=7843484545936366582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/7843484545936366582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/7843484545936366582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-birthday-laura-tan-wow-im.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-7251760403837916379</id><published>2007-06-11T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T00:24:57.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i went to ritter sport today and i bought nearly 9kg of chocolate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see.. the flavours are listed here:&lt;br /&gt;Cappucino - for Joseph&lt;br /&gt;Coconut&lt;br /&gt;Corn Crisp&lt;br /&gt;Yoghurt&lt;br /&gt;Diet Yoghurt&lt;br /&gt;Nugat&lt;br /&gt;Diet Nugat&lt;br /&gt;Loacker waffles&lt;br /&gt;Diet Dark Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Peanuts&lt;br /&gt;Dark Milk Choco&lt;br /&gt;Fine Extra Dark Choco&lt;br /&gt;Whole hazelnuts&lt;br /&gt;Dark Choco&lt;br /&gt;Alpine Milk Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Dark Chocolate with whole hazelnuts&lt;br /&gt;Marzipan&lt;br /&gt;Full cream chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Milk Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Peppermint&lt;br /&gt;Dark chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Rum&lt;br /&gt;Lemon Yoghurt (damn nice.)&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry Yoghurt&lt;br /&gt;Grapefruit Yoghurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay people. take your pick. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-7251760403837916379?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/7251760403837916379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=7251760403837916379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/7251760403837916379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/7251760403837916379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-went-to-ritter-sport-today-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-6628274499939288854</id><published>2007-06-10T04:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T04:06:56.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/531817"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/531817/1.gif" alt="Leaderboard" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br &gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-6628274499939288854?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/6628274499939288854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=6628274499939288854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/6628274499939288854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/6628274499939288854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/06/create-your-own-friend-test-here.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-690538755079240891</id><published>2007-06-05T02:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T02:52:44.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I DRANK VINTAGE 1990 WHITE WINE AT A BIRTHDAY PARTY AT A WINEYARD ON SUNDAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE JEALOUS EVERYBODY. IT'S DARN GOOD WINE! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joseph's going to fly back in less than 2 days. i can't wait! ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-690538755079240891?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/690538755079240891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=690538755079240891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/690538755079240891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/690538755079240891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-drank-vintage-1990-white-wine-at.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-2214943302717183235</id><published>2007-05-31T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T16:33:03.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M OFFICIALLY HOMESICK! ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-2214943302717183235?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/2214943302717183235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=2214943302717183235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/2214943302717183235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/2214943302717183235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-officially-homesick.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-535162739530747279</id><published>2007-05-30T04:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T04:24:21.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes you can get a teeny weeny bit insensitive and i get hurt and cry.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you get into the lawyer mode and i hole up and hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other times you smile and i feel so warm inside.&lt;br /&gt;Other times you say just one phrase and i smile all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Other times you do just one little act of love, it's enough to make my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if i don't see you for a week, thinking of those other times is more than enough to keep that smile fixed. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you from halfway across the world. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-535162739530747279?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/535162739530747279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=535162739530747279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/535162739530747279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/535162739530747279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/05/sometimes-you-can-get-teeny-weeny-bit.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-4203621162666528427</id><published>2007-05-26T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T05:52:44.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO!! it's time for an update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been one week here, lotsa lessons in german and i believe i am more conversationally able, much more than i was when i first came. they were not kidding when they said your conversational skills will improve. i mean.. there's nothing like immersing yourself in a place that speaks the language. and the thing about south germans / the schwabish people is that they tend to speak like a bullet train and they talk so fast they sound like they just said a damn long word. but it's really fun, cos i'm really starting to talk more in german. heehee. and i feel damn pro when i go shopping, cos i can converse with the germans just a wee bit better than my friends. hahaha... helps that kathrin and marko are great teachers of german themselves. btw kathrin and marko are my host parents, they're the young couple that i'm staying with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/Rlfazxk25_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/V1PxppTxAkY/s1600-h/2790895609-LB,_SLO_26.4.-01.05._148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/Rlfazxk25_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/V1PxppTxAkY/s200/2790895609-LB,_SLO_26.4.-01.05._148.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068760488644896754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THIS IS THEM!! [to the church-ers: doesn't marko look a wee bit like dennis? (:]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-4203621162666528427?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/4203621162666528427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=4203621162666528427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/4203621162666528427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/4203621162666528427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/05/hello-its-time-for-update-its-been-one.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/Rlfazxk25_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/V1PxppTxAkY/s72-c/2790895609-LB,_SLO_26.4.-01.05._148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-388486530060063683</id><published>2007-05-22T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T16:39:16.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO FROM GERMANY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am having super loads of fun here in stuttgart, and hope i'm missed back home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-388486530060063683?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/388486530060063683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=388486530060063683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/388486530060063683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/388486530060063683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/05/hello-from-germany-am-having-super.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-3916740828341299334</id><published>2007-05-07T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T05:52:45.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/Rj9KselarQI/AAAAAAAAACo/SnzGIfPHbMs/s1600-h/2058solid_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/Rj9KselarQI/AAAAAAAAACo/SnzGIfPHbMs/s320/2058solid_big.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061846634172427522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i've done my bridesmaid's dress! it's gonna be champagne coloured in the above design, hope the tailor, roy, gets it nicely. (: went to queensway with ivy, ger and pam and we had loads of fun over lunch discussing adrienne's hen party and what we're going to do as her jie-meis on the actual day. (: not going to reveal anything here in case anybody who's not supposed to know gets wind of it HERE. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;schedule's pretty packed for the week, tomorrow's waffle club outing with yeemun and block d people, then science retreat at night. wed is tuition with the compassvale kids in church, thurs is bsf. but i guess i'll try to meet with joe on wed, and maybe dinner on thurs before bsf. packed packed packed. thurs i want to go to suntec to hunt for my nalgene bottle. went down with joe today but it's OUT OF STOCK!! ): hrmpf. nevermind, i am determined to get it. heehee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought a pair of bum jeans and a top for under 40 bucks, quite happy and proud of myself. teeheehee. shopping is therapeutic. poor joe was so tired but he still went shopping with me. *gushes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good day today. am happy. heehee. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-3916740828341299334?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/3916740828341299334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=3916740828341299334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/3916740828341299334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/3916740828341299334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/05/okay-ive-done-my-bridesmaids-dress-its.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/Rj9KselarQI/AAAAAAAAACo/SnzGIfPHbMs/s72-c/2058solid_big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-7215414936663975507</id><published>2007-05-06T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T01:54:01.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OKAY I THINK I SHOULD GET DOWN TO UPDATING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more excuses since i'm done with papers some.. 5 days ago. hahaha. okay what have i been up to? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. watched Phantom of the opera with Joseph, his parents, his sister and sister's boyfriend. (family event, so they call it.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i was more impressed with the sets than with the main cast. the lighting, the sets, the sound. able to better appreciate it after being in a production. the amount of work put in was tremendous, and just imagining the sheer elaborate-ness (oh no my english is gone.) is.. WHOA (for lack of a better word.) the sets. IMPRESSIVE is all i can say. and it's exciting having a live orchestra. haha by first. sheesh i think i sound like a country bumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. received letter from MICHAEL DUNSTAN FENG.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was so so so so happy to receive a letter from him! don't be mistaken, he's just a good friend. sadly, a better one than mark. but oh wells, one cannot be too greedy. so back to the point, he wrote me a letter from australia, perth, and it's in such a michael-style that i couldn't help but smile the whole time i was reading it. being the traditionalist that he is, and the obsession with the "old rite", everything had to be authentic, down to the writing, and the paper. pity i didn't receive my letter via a horseback rider or a dove but via airmail. but then we shouldn't be too greedy aye? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. read jeffrey archer's FALSE IMPRESSIONS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this guy is brilliant i tell you. he's a man for details and often on reflection, you'd find that he actually left clues all over the place to the final story. looks like i'm not cut out to be a detective. heehee. but it's a darn good read, many twists and turns, unexpected, yet expected. i can't explain it to you, except to say, READ IT FOR YOURSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. shopping with joseph.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday was the first time we went to orchard to shop (CAN YOU BELIEVE IT! after nearly 4 months together. hahah) it was fun, though i found out that he was the greater shopper between the two of us (not too good news for me). but i really enjoyed myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. shopping with joseph's mum and sister too.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday we went pants shopping for joseph's work clothes. got his pants from john little's and we ended up at marina square cos his sister wanted to get a dress. we went and his mum ended up getting me a dress too (a formal dress/gown for the phantom). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt quite paiseh cos the entire day on friday was paid for by his family. and i mean ENTIRE. from my dress that i wore to the production, to the dinner at ichiban esplanade before the dinner, to ice cream at häagen dazs, to drinks at Harry's bar, to my transport home (his mum drove me back). gosh his mum picked me up from King albert park to his place and later on, his maid even ironed out my dress for me! =l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. this is how being spoilt feels like -&gt; GREAT! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay off to bed now. need to meet joe at 9.45 at clementi tomorrow for him to pick me up to go to church. good night world! i'll be blisfully asleep... soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes one more thing. i'm flying off 17th may (next thursday) via emirates EK344 to germany. just so you know. BIG HINT. teeheehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-7215414936663975507?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/7215414936663975507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=7215414936663975507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/7215414936663975507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/7215414936663975507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/05/okay-i-think-i-should-get-down-to.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-6844005849960801432</id><published>2007-05-01T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T05:52:45.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RjYjmelarMI/AAAAAAAAACI/9tyGXH3anF8/s1600-h/41f4f7c7-6597-4ad3-b5fd-e73ea0ddd695.enlargedNormal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RjYjmelarMI/AAAAAAAAACI/9tyGXH3anF8/s320/41f4f7c7-6597-4ad3-b5fd-e73ea0ddd695.enlargedNormal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059270375349333186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RjYjmelarNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/3Tx5ebJ9vL8/s1600-h/2060_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RjYjmelarNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/3Tx5ebJ9vL8/s320/2060_big.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059270375349333202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RjYjmularOI/AAAAAAAAACY/ujaZuRNOO54/s1600-h/68585_RD6188_SP07_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RjYjmularOI/AAAAAAAAACY/ujaZuRNOO54/s320/68585_RD6188_SP07_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059270379644300514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RjYjmularPI/AAAAAAAAACg/o2VDn9NBtkQ/s1600-h/1138l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RjYjmularPI/AAAAAAAAACg/o2VDn9NBtkQ/s320/1138l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059270379644300530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO PRETTY!!!! anyway, we're supposed to make a champagne coloured dress and the above dresses are SO PRETTY! hahah it's just a few suggestions from the bride-to-be. i can't wait for the wedding! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-6844005849960801432?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/6844005849960801432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=6844005849960801432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/6844005849960801432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/6844005849960801432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RjYjmelarMI/AAAAAAAAACI/9tyGXH3anF8/s72-c/41f4f7c7-6597-4ad3-b5fd-e73ea0ddd695.enlargedNormal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-2480567435934306976</id><published>2007-04-26T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T22:49:05.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realised that God has a great sense of humour, unlike the lameness of my BSF lecturer and DG leader. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thought just popped into my head on the train on the way back: People are never satisfied with what they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just a random thought, one that was sparked off by the conversation between seeleng and shucks-i-forgot-my-brother's-friend's-name. and then just shortly after i was looking at my arm and saying to myself: eeks i got a fat arm. and then i look up and i see a lady who's arm is at least 2.5 times mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what are you complaining about? i made you perfect."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"yes God, it's just that i think i could be you know.. a bit slimmer, a bit prettier?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OH. are you saying that you're sub-standard? that thought earlier was from me. and you still had that self-belittling thought right after that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then it struck me. oh yes! God speaks to us all the time, but we really don't realise it. and this really made me want to be even more sensitive to God's voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;keeping an antennae for God&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-2480567435934306976?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/2480567435934306976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=2480567435934306976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/2480567435934306976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/2480567435934306976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-realised-that-god-has-great-sense-of.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-3670399290206031317</id><published>2007-04-24T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T10:06:06.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>congratulations to my junior's junior's junior's JUNIORS and their juniors! hahaha. i feel so old. but i heard from other old foggies who went for the syf competition and said you guys did well! so well done girls! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, must not forget the legendary Mr Fong, who started coaching us from the year that i was in exco. heehee. YOU RAWK MR FONG! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOLD WITH HONOURS #2! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how honourable. teeheehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-3670399290206031317?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/3670399290206031317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=3670399290206031317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/3670399290206031317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/3670399290206031317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/04/congratulations-to-my-juniors-juniors.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-3836435908096649864</id><published>2007-04-23T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T13:10:02.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jesus, Lover of my soul,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, I will never let you go&lt;br /&gt;You’ve taken me from the miry clay&lt;br /&gt;You've set my feet upon the Rock, and now i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I need you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Though my world may fall, I’ll never let you go&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Saviour, &lt;u&gt;my closest friend&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I will worship you until the very end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear you-know-who-you-are, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even as we struggle through this exams, cling on to God, not as your insurance but as your best friend. Just a bit more, hang on! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-3836435908096649864?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/3836435908096649864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=3836435908096649864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/3836435908096649864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/3836435908096649864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/04/jesus-lover-of-my-soul-jesus-i-will.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-4105255501320877311</id><published>2007-04-20T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T23:31:58.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a little something for all to read while i hole up and mug. yeemun showed me this website and i was bored so i gave it a shot. quite cool i must say. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and it says.. i'm a love bug. hurrhurr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal"  enableJavaScript="false" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf"  quality="best" bgcolor="#000000" width="340"  height="240" name="widget" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"  flashvars="bgcolor=#000000&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-5A36BB17.jpeg&amp;c1=&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_1D1068AF.jpeg&amp;c2=&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_2C861757.jpeg&amp;c3=&amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-1CC3FA29.jpeg&amp;c4=&amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3A0F44BD.jpeg&amp;c5=&amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3AC7E3DE.jpeg&amp;c6=&amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_71114A35.jpeg&amp;c7=&amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-6DA4C4D5.jpeg&amp;c8=&amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-39EF8686.jpeg&amp;c9=&amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_2F50C3FA.jpeg&amp;c10=&amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-1121B912.jpeg&amp;c11=&amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_6C174175.jpeg&amp;c12=&amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_4F9C0EDC.jpeg&amp;c13=&amp;moodlabel=EASY RIDER &amp;lovelabel=LOVE BUG&amp;funlabel=THRILLER&amp;habitslabel=JUNKIE MONKEY&amp;uid=221721-3420&amp;srv=iwebcl4" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="text-align:center; width:340px;height:25px;margin-top:0px; border-top:1px solid rgb(150,150,150);background-color:rgb(0,0,0);padding:5px 0 0 0; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://networking.imagini.blueorange.co.uk/vdna.php?uid=221721-3420&amp;srv=iwebcl4" style="color:rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Read my VisualDNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;color:#cccccc"&gt;&amp;trade;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;a href="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/" style="color:rgb(255,255,255) "&gt;Get your own VisualDNA&amp;trade;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-4105255501320877311?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/4105255501320877311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=4105255501320877311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/4105255501320877311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/4105255501320877311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/04/little-something-for-all-to-read-while.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-5109786945655170615</id><published>2007-04-18T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T16:07:43.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>am at law school now studying with joseph and his friends, and i take a look around at all the gorgeous babes. okay even if they weren't naturally beautiful, they've made it up with their fantastic dress sense. i think no one in law dresses as lok kok as me. it's quite a wonder how he never went out with them. okay one, but that was so long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i really wonder if i'm going to live almost the exact same life as ivy. if i were, i'd be darn happy. (: cos she's got a loving husband, and that's all a girl needs, really. rich or poor, handsome or not, it's all secondary. well, of course it's nice to have a rich and handsome boyfriend don't you think? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday i'm so thankful to God for letting me have this time with Joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just thinking of him makes me smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no i can't stand myself. so mushy!! urgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-5109786945655170615?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/5109786945655170615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=5109786945655170615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/5109786945655170615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/5109786945655170615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/04/am-at-law-school-now-studying-with.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-3758243251349816047</id><published>2007-04-17T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T12:56:56.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm going mad mad MADDDD!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. so many reactions to remember. i like organic chem but why is it so hard! ): this and that, this and that. so many so many reactions. so many so many conditions. so many so many reagents. so many so many things to remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to be a taitai. NOW. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-3758243251349816047?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/3758243251349816047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=3758243251349816047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/3758243251349816047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/3758243251349816047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-going-mad-mad-madddd-argh.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-8871303947734344379</id><published>2007-04-15T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T22:20:10.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am totally unmotivated and lazy now, and i blame it on the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good talk with joe last night, and now i'm more than convinced that i can actually see myself 50 years down the road with him. not that we don't get irritated with each other, just that we don't fight. we talk it out. we talk with each other a lot. i guess that's our (open) secret to a quarrel-free relationship thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been 3 good months. a quarter of a year. another 19 quarters at least till the next step. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-8871303947734344379?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/8871303947734344379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=8871303947734344379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/8871303947734344379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/8871303947734344379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/04/am-totally-unmotivated-and-lazy-now-and.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-6639429708586832574</id><published>2007-04-10T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T10:34:18.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I now know why people in the entertainment industry (usually) lead such crappy lives:&lt;br /&gt;They are able to mask their true feelings to the world such that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4pt&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;no one truly understands them anymore.&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font size&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-6639429708586832574?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/6639429708586832574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=6639429708586832574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/6639429708586832574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/6639429708586832574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-now-know-why-people-in-entertainment.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-3441008908879133009</id><published>2007-04-08T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T17:53:07.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so excited! WE'RE FINALLY GOING TO HAVE A CHILDREN'S WORSHIP BAND, A CHILDREN'S CHURCH! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the line-up:&lt;br /&gt;Bass: Isaac Tang&lt;br /&gt;Drums: Kevin Loh&lt;br /&gt;Guitar: Alex Loh&lt;br /&gt;Keys: Kan Jenn Yean&lt;br /&gt;Lead: Benjamin Tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, they're the kids that refuse to take part in worship cos they think they're too old for praising God. But when I proposed the idea of setting up a band for the children's worship session, they were genuinely extremely enthusiastic about it! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. This will take place in a year's time. In the mean time, we've got to send them for lessons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God works, it's just when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention i love my brother? i think he's awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-3441008908879133009?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/3441008908879133009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=3441008908879133009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/3441008908879133009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/3441008908879133009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-so-excited-were-finally-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-3223367287397657798</id><published>2007-04-06T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T01:59:17.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I see the tag from daniel and i smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First tag in.. 2 years? how time really flies, and he's in vj j2 already! (: sigh. we used to be so close.. then.. gone. but i understand, the awesome foursome meant everything to him. and i guess my choosing mark over him was a natural choice. oh wells. but i still do miss the closeness we once shared. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daniel oh daniel. i wonder how you are right now, what you're doing. give me a ring if you see this yeah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-3223367287397657798?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/3223367287397657798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=3223367287397657798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/3223367287397657798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/3223367287397657798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-see-tag-from-daniel-and-i-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-1090597318608027630</id><published>2007-03-26T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T00:58:29.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>once again, my blog is a pile of dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, i blew my top at someone who totally did not deserve to be in the line of fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, i get silly rashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, i find myself in a horrid mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, i am looking for answers, this time the question is "how do you shake off the horrible pms mood?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWERS, ANYONE?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-1090597318608027630?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/1090597318608027630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=1090597318608027630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/1090597318608027630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/1090597318608027630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/03/once-again-my-blog-is-pile-of-dust.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-4730939350575519022</id><published>2007-03-18T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T05:52:46.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/Rf1jfwdtXsI/AAAAAAAAABA/kY7s5uRIoos/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/Rf1jfwdtXsI/AAAAAAAAABA/kY7s5uRIoos/s320/Image012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043296554961428162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YEEMUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really thank God for such a good friend like her. she exchanged shoes with me cos i complained that my heels were killing me, and we were walking on a slope and she can't walk in heels for nuts but she did it anyway. AWWWW. darn touched. thank you dearest mun mun! ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-4730939350575519022?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/4730939350575519022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=4730939350575519022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/4730939350575519022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/4730939350575519022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-love-yeemun.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/Rf1jfwdtXsI/AAAAAAAAABA/kY7s5uRIoos/s72-c/Image012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-2734813446950632345</id><published>2007-03-12T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T05:52:46.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP and my day at iSOW.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/Rfj52PK8w3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/1wzAC9_Fb9Y/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/Rfj52PK8w3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/1wzAC9_Fb9Y/s320/Image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042054493021979506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tech team: (clockwise from top) Ernest, me, Jingwen, Rodney and An Yu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheares Production was an incredible experience, especially the last 3 days that were spent at UCC. Sure, I was totally tired out from all the rehearsals and full runs and all, but it was an exciting experience and I think I really enjoyed myself. First time I can say that for a hall activity I think. Laureen was incredible as Poopay/Phoebe, Christine as Ruella and Joyce really portrayed the dumbness of Jessica to the MAX. The guys were good too but i think the girls were outstanding. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for iSOW today, saw Auntie Cathie, Uncle Brendon, Auntie Gwen and Auntie Angie and Chris for the first time in.. almost a year? Auntie Ruth was there too. HAHA Auntie Ruth told me to join Auntie Cathie and Uncle Brendon and gang at the 4th storey for refreshments instead of the kids' refreshments. COOL STUFF!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayed for this girl whom I don't know at all, Janelle. At first, she was just crying silently, and Pastor John saw that so he signalled for me to come over and pray for her. I was scared at first, and I said, God help me. So when I laid hands on her, and said "Dear God," I just felt the heart of God and the love of God just flowing out through me to her. And as I prayed, she cried even more, but they were tears of joy, tears that were in recognition that God loved her so very much. I held her close, and she was smiley after that. (: I think that prayer not only blessed her. I was blessed too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad that I can't attend iSOW tomorrow and wednesday cos of classes, but oh wells, can't wait for Parents' night on wed. It'll be great, and I know that God will work through the lives of the kids tremendously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN'T WAIT! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-2734813446950632345?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/2734813446950632345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=2734813446950632345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/2734813446950632345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/2734813446950632345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/03/sp-and-my-day-at-isow.html' title='SP and my day at iSOW.'/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/Rfj52PK8w3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/1wzAC9_Fb9Y/s72-c/Image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-6777636376162799992</id><published>2007-03-07T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T14:31:03.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i see so many flaws in myself i get scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, i need affirmation and encouragement too you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-6777636376162799992?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/6777636376162799992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=6777636376162799992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/6777636376162799992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/6777636376162799992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/03/sometimes-i-see-so-many-flaws-in-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-6861673844561257018</id><published>2007-02-15T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T17:53:37.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bodypress.com.au/images/apples.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.bodypress.com.au/images/apples.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was doing groccery shopping with Sheryl, Joseph and his mum. We went to pick apples to buy since they were on sale: 5 for $1.75 ONLY. So I tried to find nice apples to buy, but no matter how hard I looked, the apples all seemed to have some defect. Either they were rotten through and through, or they had nail pinch marks, or they had worm-like holes, or they were a little discoloured. And somehow, it reminded me of us, humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many a times, we try to find someone who is perfect, someone who possess no flaws. And we think that we have to be that someone with no flaws as well. But we tend to forget that God still uses us, no matter how rotten we are, no matter how scarred we are (think nail pinch marks), no matter how many sins we have (think worm-like holes) and how discouraged and dejected we may be (think discolouration). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't manage to pick any apples but Sheryl did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God that He's so merciful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because we're on sale. Heehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-6861673844561257018?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/6861673844561257018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=6861673844561257018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/6861673844561257018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/6861673844561257018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/02/was-doing-groccery-shopping-with-sheryl.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-2864862859886709407</id><published>2007-02-13T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T09:27:43.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For she's a jolly brown fellow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Jeanette, your true color is Brown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;div class="testresultpic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;img src="http://i.emode.com/color/images/brown_s.gif" width="120" height="115" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;p&gt;You're &lt;b&gt;brown&lt;/b&gt;, a credible, stable color that's reminiscent of fine wood, rich leather, and wistful melancholy. Most likely, you're a logical, practical person ruled more by your head than your heart. With your inquisitive mind and insatiable curiosity, you're probably a great problem solver. &lt;!-- br--&gt;And you always gather all of the facts before coming to a timely, informed decision. Easily intrigued, you're constantly finding new ways to challenge your mind, whether it's by reading the newspaper, playing a trivia game, or composing a piece of music. Brown is an impartial, neutral color, which means you tend to see the difference between fact and opinion easily and are open to many points of view. Trustworthy and steady, you really are a brown at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Jeanette, you're Angel!&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://web.tickle.com/cv/50651/http://i.emode.com/tests/goddess_identity/images/angel_s.gif" width="120" height="115" border="0" alt="Take this test at Tickle" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the haloed and winged guardians of good, you truly have a heart of gold, sweet Angel. Whenever there's a chance to pitch in, save the day or just make life easier for the people around you, you're the one for the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't just jump in without planning — you use your angelic head to figure out how to do things right the first time, like only the most dependable goddesses can. Whether brainstorming a new solution to a problem, planning a surprise party for your parents, or lending your friends a wing to cry on, you've got the right instincts, so follow them whenever you can. As natural as it is for you to take care of the people around you, don't forget to treat yourself right, too. The best friendships, and loves, of a lifetime tend to blossom when you become your own guardian angel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't listen to those who say nice girls finish last. People have always seen you as a goddess of thoughtfulness and good intentions, and it hasn't slowed you down a bit. All in all, Angel, you've got it made with your glowing attitude and ability to see from on high. So get out there and change the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;h3&gt;Jeanette, your &lt;span class="bigheader"&gt;Great Attitude&lt;/span&gt; makes you amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;img src="http://i.emode.com/tests/amazing/images/attitude_s.gif" width="120" height="115" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attitude is everything. Lucky for you, you've got an amazing one. Fun and free-spirited, you take life as it comes and don't sweat the small stuff. And why should you?&lt;!-- br--&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With your lighthearted and low-key approach, you brighten up any room. After all, more than most, you know there's more to life than work. A laidback and easygoing person like you would much rather spend your time hanging out with friends and experiencing life to the fullest. That's why you make any occasion that much more memorable and fun. Sounds good to us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-2864862859886709407?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/2864862859886709407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=2864862859886709407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/2864862859886709407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/2864862859886709407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/02/for-shes-jolly-brown-fellow.html' title='For she&apos;s a jolly brown fellow!'/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-523124589549175837</id><published>2007-02-09T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T14:25:49.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CONGRATS TO LAURA AND JANE! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow wow wow. everyone's so smart. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's lab was fast. vokabeltest was.. ok? -crossed fingers- so Semestertest next week and then HELLO ANGBAOS! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shucks i'm thinking of nessa daily and she's not even gone yet. the next 4 months are going to be.. interesting. i hope i don't need too much tissue at the airport.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-523124589549175837?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/523124589549175837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=523124589549175837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/523124589549175837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/523124589549175837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/02/congrats-to-laura-and-jane-wow-wow-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-5760249893141878868</id><published>2007-02-08T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T14:19:55.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;To You - Hillsong&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I stand forever in&lt;br /&gt;Your mighty hand&lt;br /&gt;Living with Your promise&lt;br /&gt;Written on my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Yours&lt;br /&gt;Surrendered wholly to You&lt;br /&gt;You set me in Your family&lt;br /&gt;Calling me Your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I&lt;br /&gt;I belong to You&lt;br /&gt;Lord I need&lt;br /&gt;Your Spirit Your word Your truth&lt;br /&gt;Hear my cry my deep desire&lt;br /&gt;To Know You more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Your name&lt;br /&gt;I will lift my hands&lt;br /&gt;To the King&lt;br /&gt;This anthem of praise I bring&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;I long to love You&lt;br /&gt;With all I am&lt;br /&gt;I belong to You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was writing my lab report with my iTunes running when this song played. at first it was labelled Track 16 (evidence that i haven't listened to this). but it really ministered to me, everything i am feeling right now. am just so awed that God allows for us to speak to him intimately, for us to draw near to Him. hope this song speaks to you too. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-5760249893141878868?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/5760249893141878868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=5760249893141878868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/5760249893141878868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/5760249893141878868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/02/to-you-hillsong-here-i-stand-forever-in.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-6795315510042405883</id><published>2007-02-07T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T12:21:59.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gary was right. God indeed does place interesting thoughts in our minds when we least expect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was on the bus just now on my way to lecture when i decided to take out "My Time With God" and read the bible a bit. Nothing much, just interesting reading, nothing radical, nothing that makes you jump out of your seat and want to shout "AMEN!". But as i was saying short prayer while walking to the LT, i was talking to God and saying, Lord, thank You for loving me, and i love You too because you first loved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why is it that we only do things (that please others) BECAUSE someone else did something (nice) first? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we did things.. just because. What if we just WANTED to do it. If we just seeked to please God and fulfill the purpose of our lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was interesting that the point on Agape love was brought up at last night's combined prayer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGAPE LOVE: unconditional FAITH-FILLED love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think about it. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-6795315510042405883?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/6795315510042405883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=6795315510042405883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/6795315510042405883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/6795315510042405883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/02/gary-was-right.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-915283468728223213</id><published>2007-02-07T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T02:11:20.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in the quiet when it's you i need,&lt;br /&gt;i look around, for you i seek.&lt;br /&gt;notes, cursive in writing, i read,&lt;br /&gt;assured of your intentions, i can now sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh what a lousy poet i make.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-915283468728223213?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/915283468728223213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=915283468728223213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/915283468728223213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/915283468728223213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/02/in-quiet-when-its-you-i-need-i-look.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-8625455692772673817</id><published>2007-02-06T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T16:52:19.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a braggart who sits behind me at lectures. a braggart who makes full use of vulgarity. something which i cannot comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said (in Chinese),”every year, the day I hate most is valentie’s day, because there’s always a long queue of girls waiting for me outside my door when I go home. I’m so afraid to go home because I’m just too popular. this has been like that for 2 years already! oh man I can’t help it if people like me..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it’s people like these that make lectures less boring. even though their bragging can get a tad annoying, but at least it ensures I don’t fall asleep during lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still wish he'd stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-8625455692772673817?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/8625455692772673817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=8625455692772673817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/8625455692772673817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/8625455692772673817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-have-braggart-who-sits-behind-me-at.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-3665380939312977091</id><published>2007-02-03T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T22:22:59.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I'm not saying that you're going to marry a horse. What I'm saying is that next time when you marry someone, PREFERABLY A GIRL, ..... [cannot hear the rest as all of us burst out in laughter.. (:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-my aunt to my brother on marriage-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-3665380939312977091?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/3665380939312977091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=3665380939312977091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/3665380939312977091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/3665380939312977091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-not-saying-that-youre-going-to-marry.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-4948209777712372604</id><published>2007-01-31T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T09:29:44.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DID YOU KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trans fat and saturated fat (the fats that can kill you..) is found in  cookies (one of my few indulgences) and ice cream and margarine and many other tasty foods!! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm really going to go on a diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHUCKS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-4948209777712372604?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/4948209777712372604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=4948209777712372604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/4948209777712372604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/4948209777712372604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/01/did-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-7090385138102037623</id><published>2007-01-29T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T00:43:32.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i'm going to be broke this month. i've got to get something nice for wonghui's 21st birthday party and for nessa cos she's leaving me for 4 months! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i can take anything thrown at me, cos i've got my pauper prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i miss my brother lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i take things for granted at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leroy said something at service today that struck me:&lt;br /&gt;"When your heart is filled with thankfulness and greatfulness to God, there is simply no room for contempt nor hatred."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-7090385138102037623?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/7090385138102037623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=7090385138102037623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/7090385138102037623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/7090385138102037623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-think-im-going-to-be-broke-this-month.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-7024008925991744658</id><published>2007-01-28T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T22:32:08.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Meine schatz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich liebe dich. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herzliche Gruß,&lt;br /&gt;Deine Jeanette&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-7024008925991744658?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/7024008925991744658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=7024008925991744658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/7024008925991744658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/7024008925991744658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/01/meine-schatz-ich-liebe-dich.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-5246793580258648767</id><published>2007-01-28T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T00:01:06.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i'm so happy i keep smiling like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a happy idiot. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-5246793580258648767?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/5246793580258648767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=5246793580258648767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/5246793580258648767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/5246793580258648767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-think-im-so-happy-i-keep-smiling-like.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-144401205498303529</id><published>2007-01-17T00:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T00:59:27.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so happy, i wish this would last for forever. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-144401205498303529?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/144401205498303529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=144401205498303529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/144401205498303529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/144401205498303529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-so-happy-i-wish-this-would-last-for.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-634722648809656590</id><published>2007-01-15T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T12:32:22.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So many things have happened since i last updated, and i don't even know where to start. for starters, i've got a squirmy stomach right now cos i'm just so excited. heehee. i think only a few people will really know what i'm talking about. tonight tonight tonight. (: it's been nearly 2 years since february 24th 2005. and uhh.. 2 and a half years since may 12th 2004. things just happened so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh i don't think i can talk coherently, at least not for today, or maybe the week ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeemun calls me miss blissful. heehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-634722648809656590?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/634722648809656590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=634722648809656590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/634722648809656590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/634722648809656590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-many-things-have-happened-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-3552841960424282426</id><published>2007-01-08T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T01:00:26.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Daddy says, "To take my daughter out, the boy must first buy us a box of Mark's and Spencer's chocolate biscuits..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW daddy, i didn't know i'm worth only THAT MUCH. heehee. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-3552841960424282426?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/3552841960424282426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=3552841960424282426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/3552841960424282426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/3552841960424282426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/01/daddy-says-to-take-my-daughter-out-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-7972742881210671560</id><published>2007-01-03T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T00:51:11.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had a good talk with chien huah, not that we talked much but it was just good talking to him and listening. (: never knew i missed it so much over the last half sem plus hols. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never knew joseph is so funny. haha! the stuff he says, in the car and when you're just slacking around or waiting for pizza.. they can all become quotes of the day! (: he says funny things in a serious tone. heeehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight was FUN FUN FUN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-7972742881210671560?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/7972742881210671560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=7972742881210671560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/7972742881210671560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/7972742881210671560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2007/01/had-good-talk-with-chien-huah-not-that.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-6981051421446467483</id><published>2006-12-30T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T11:12:45.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RAHHH! i have a frickin' annoying neighbour whom i cannot wait to say good riddance to. but first, we have to pay 335K to get rid of him. how expensive is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! today is daddy's 55th birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! i think my granny's going to be my new neighbour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! i don't have to see that annoying person [refresh your memory: my annoying stuck-up neighour] ever again i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! gabriel is back from US! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! i'm moving back to hall soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! i love touch rug trainings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAHHH! i feel like i've been playing catching for three and a half hours with guys yesterday during mixed trainings that i'm just so exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! my room is neater. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-6981051421446467483?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/6981051421446467483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=6981051421446467483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/6981051421446467483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/6981051421446467483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2006/12/rahhh-i-have-frickin-annoying-neighbour.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-232155207582804844</id><published>2006-12-29T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T22:58:54.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and i finally got into blogger. after a long week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had training today, my legs are oh-so-tired, and i'm totally burnt, got the full package: rosy cheeks, t-shirt and shorts tanline. but it was fun playing against the guys, think we improved a lot so well done girls! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sandy told us about something just now and i thought it was quite funny: this girl wrote on her blog..&lt;br /&gt;my boyfriend is having an affair; her name is world of warcraft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahahaha. am i thankful that God's my only partner? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am just talking to joseph about our movie outing next tues night, and i dropped a huge hint, okay rather in his face, that i could go if he drove me home. haha! and being the genteel person he is, he said: no prob!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-232155207582804844?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/232155207582804844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=232155207582804844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/232155207582804844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/232155207582804844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2006/12/and-i-finally-got-into-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-4902327025750029703</id><published>2006-12-26T03:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T03:12:53.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RAHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half my hols is GONE. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my exam results will be released at 11am on 27 Dec. darn scared. SHOOTs. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-4902327025750029703?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/4902327025750029703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=4902327025750029703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/4902327025750029703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/4902327025750029703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2006/12/rahhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-4432897299913026344</id><published>2006-12-26T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T02:57:06.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>funny thing that happened today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a real sumptous meal at lao beijing today. we asked the waitress to pack the remainder of our lunch on the table, we simply ordered too much. sat there and chatted for a while, paid for the bill and got up to leave when the waitress came running out saying.. "wait! we haven't served your desert yet!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muaahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-4432897299913026344?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/4432897299913026344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=4432897299913026344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/4432897299913026344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/4432897299913026344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2006/12/funny-thing-that-happened-today-we-had.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-5466491387342833943</id><published>2006-12-20T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T05:52:47.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RYi5WQ-0yvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gg3KZS83oz0/s1600-h/324669113_9668a3e19b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RYi5WQ-0yvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gg3KZS83oz0/s320/324669113_9668a3e19b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010458377616411378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another photo brought to you from the AnnTIC album! and this time, presenting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE HALL CFers! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're a super happening bunch of people thank you very much. heehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-5466491387342833943?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/5466491387342833943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=5466491387342833943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/5466491387342833943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/5466491387342833943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2006/12/yet-another-photo-brought-to-you-from.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RYi5WQ-0yvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gg3KZS83oz0/s72-c/324669113_9668a3e19b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-8331529119573595729</id><published>2006-12-19T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T00:19:27.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got my dress: $99/- i am kind to the ns boy. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a pair of mango corduroy jeans and a racerback top for $64/-! what a steal! (:&lt;br /&gt;[my dad insists that it's a robbery.. as in i'm robbing him. =l]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to citysquare tomorrow! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-8331529119573595729?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/8331529119573595729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=8331529119573595729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/8331529119573595729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/8331529119573595729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2006/12/got-my-dress-99-i-am-kind-to-ns-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-8745220918627582505</id><published>2006-12-17T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T20:41:22.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back from AnnTIC, refreshed. it was just what i needed, to be reminded of the Word of God. and i just realised it is timely too, just when i've been parched, so far from the Living Water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Lord for being ever so gracious. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to talk to Kwok on one of the nights at AnnTIC, it was a nice long chat, think it might have been an hour despite our physically drained bodies. IBS in the morning, workshops in the afternoon and theme talks at night is really no joke. super taxing on the mind and body. it was about time that i caught up with him and it was good. (: but in the cab back home after camp i think i was a little harsh with him, and i kinda regret telling him so much because after he left the cab i remembered chienhuah saying that he's quite sensitive. oopsies. =l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to a shopping trip to citysquare in JB with the AnnTIC people on tues. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my december hols:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;06-08: play with hall people&lt;br /&gt;09-10: can't remember&lt;br /&gt;11-16: AnnTIC Camp; Ocean View Resort, Port Dickson, Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;17: Church, rehearsal for christmas eve play&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18: Touch rug training, choir practice, hopefully lunch with chienhuah (tentative)&lt;br /&gt;19: SHOPPING IN CITY SQUARE! JB&lt;br /&gt;20: Touch rug training, choir, Comms Ball [i haven't gotten a dress yet!!!]&lt;br /&gt;21: a free day at last! i think.&lt;br /&gt;22: caroling. dinner at uncle stephen's [not sure if i can make it..]&lt;br /&gt;23: caroling&lt;br /&gt;24: caroling, 9.30am service, christmas eve service/play&lt;br /&gt;25: christmas day service!&lt;br /&gt;26: &lt;br /&gt;27: &lt;br /&gt;28: &lt;br /&gt;29: &lt;br /&gt;30: Eugene and Olivia's wedding at yishun christian church, daddy's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;31: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-8745220918627582505?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/8745220918627582505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=8745220918627582505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/8745220918627582505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/8745220918627582505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2006/12/back-from-anntic-refreshed.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-8576236826410770780</id><published>2006-12-17T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T19:26:41.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was just going blog-hopping to relieve stress that my mummy is imposing on me: she's not feeling well so she's taking out her discomfort on everyone. i've gotten used to it so i just keep to myself and do my own thing. it helps me control my temper. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway i was going around and my cousin did a survey and i thought it'd be interesting to see what my results would be like for this mini colour quiz. so here it is, and it's quite accurate. 80% maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You are striving to make favourable impressions all of the time and you are going out of your way to make the impression that you are something special. You are constantly on the watch to see how your friends and neighbours are reacting to your various ploys. But this is so unnecessary because most of the time you are in control of the situation - and you are, in the nicest sense of the word, a 'manipulator' because you use various strategies very cleverly in order to influence and obtain the necessary recognition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are willing to try anything once. You 'need to be needed' and what is perhaps more important you 'need to need.' You can only feel close to a person or persons when you feel you can trust them, but this trust needs to be proven to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confined and trapped in a distressing or uncomfortable situation and seeking some way out. Whatever you seem to do to resolve the problem hasn't worked out. Fortunately you are able to gain some aspect of relief from someone close to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are being unduly influenced by the situation that is all around you. You do not like the feeling of loneliness and whatever it is that seems to separate you from others. You know that life can be wonderful and you are anxious to experience life in all its aspects, to live it to the full. You therefore resent any restriction or limitations that are being imposed on you and you insist on going it alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are trying to build up your own position and you resist all external influences. You insist that you are your own person and you will not tolerate any outside interference. Decisive and proud, you are true managerial material.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those interested to try it out, here it is.. &lt;a href="http://www.paulgoldinresearch.com/cg/index.htm"&gt;colour quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-8576236826410770780?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/8576236826410770780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=8576236826410770780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/8576236826410770780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/8576236826410770780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-was-just-going-blog-hopping-to.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-1712202980129186286</id><published>2006-12-16T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T05:52:47.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RYQYLw-0yuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MZ50cjCFXc4/s1600-h/IMG_4804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RYQYLw-0yuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MZ50cjCFXc4/s200/IMG_4804.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009155275948870370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the silly girls that i stayed with in the same apartment. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-1712202980129186286?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/1712202980129186286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=1712202980129186286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/1712202980129186286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/1712202980129186286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eXpnIVPAbj0/RYQYLw-0yuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MZ50cjCFXc4/s72-c/IMG_4804.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-116524782864206928</id><published>2006-12-04T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T23:57:08.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am supposed to study now but i'm really too lazy to mug now. i shall wake up early tomorrow morning to study (: mmm. 15 hours to freedom! WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we're all in this together.."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-116524782864206928?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116524782864206928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=116524782864206928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116524782864206928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116524782864206928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2006/12/hello-readers-i-am-supposed-to-study.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-116512992677320344</id><published>2006-12-03T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T22:54:49.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/908/160/1600/325809/stage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/908/160/200/447386/stage.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All the world's a stage.."&lt;br /&gt;-Shakespeare-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we an audience of one - God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-116512992677320344?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116512992677320344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=116512992677320344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116512992677320344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116512992677320344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2006/12/all-worlds-stage.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-116507550235303936</id><published>2006-12-03T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T00:05:02.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my friend's nick says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wearerealhumjiconformistsshameshame&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahahahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-116507550235303936?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116507550235303936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=116507550235303936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116507550235303936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116507550235303936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-friends-nick-says.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-116503556260347564</id><published>2006-12-02T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T13:06:46.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/parachutebandmusic" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o234/parachuteband/Parachute-Banner-slide-2.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really loved the music that the old line-up made. the solid drumbeats from julian sylvester, great instrumentals from wayne huirua, soulful singing from julia grace and the annointed voice of libby huirua. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 brings a new line-up, not totally new cos the bassist is staying back, and the worship leader has sung with the old band before. but their music will be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy am i glad that i went for the parachute band tour concert. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to read more about them, click &lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;friendID=58927532&amp;blogID=195619873&amp;MyToken=068d4d7c-c834-44f2-a7c8-b9d191cb02d7"&gt; here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-116503556260347564?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116503556260347564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=116503556260347564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116503556260347564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116503556260347564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-really-loved-music-that-old-line-up.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-116469446649863291</id><published>2006-11-28T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T14:14:26.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/908/160/1600/ahhhhh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/908/160/200/ahhhhh.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want the crazy exams to end. NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-116469446649863291?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116469446649863291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=116469446649863291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116469446649863291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116469446649863291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-want-crazy-exams-to-end.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-116469109305771999</id><published>2006-11-28T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T13:18:13.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was just looking through some of my previous blog posts, seeing the ups and downs in my life. God has really been so very gracious to me. (: even when i least deserve it, He still is. i love You, Daddy God! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i am one helluva drama queen sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes i don't understand why i do certain things. eg. why i changed all my settings for my lappy to german and now i can't understand what each menu says. =l HOW SMART OF ME. hahaha. so i can only come up with one conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M ONE BLESSED WEIRDO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for reading and have a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*all the best to ade for your social work paper and kaiwen for your paper this evening too! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-116469109305771999?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116469109305771999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=116469109305771999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116469109305771999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116469109305771999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2006/11/was-just-looking-through-some-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-116464588222104775</id><published>2006-11-28T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T13:11:31.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/908/160/1600/313470/thinking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/908/160/200/52870/thinking.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this off someone's blog. someone whom i don't even know. hahaha. TOTALLY RANDOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has their firsts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First bestfriend:&lt;br /&gt;my kindergarten friend: kaiwei i think. she went to yangzheng, and that's the last i heard of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First school:&lt;br /&gt;YWCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First cellphone:&lt;br /&gt;some phone whose brand is non-existant. it was free hahaha. me and my daddy used to joke that we can crack skulls with it. and we won't feel the pinch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First funeral:&lt;br /&gt;my teacher's relative's. don't know whose. =l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First pet:&lt;br /&gt;hamsters. that. bit. me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First big trip:&lt;br /&gt;australia, i got the nickname "hamster" there from my parents' friends cos i ate like one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First fight:&lt;br /&gt;i wanted a toy in the kindergarten toy cupboard and my friend wouldn't let me have it. selfish pig. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First celebrity crush:&lt;br /&gt;uhhh.. can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time out of the country:&lt;br /&gt;australia i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First job:&lt;br /&gt;MOE. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First myspace friend:&lt;br /&gt;ahhh don't have. i'm not a myspace-er. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And their lasts...&lt;br /&gt;Last person you hugged:&lt;br /&gt;i should think it was kailing. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last car ride:&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, my parents fetched me back to hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you cried:&lt;br /&gt;quite a while back. i don't cry easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last movie you watched:&lt;br /&gt;before sunset. dvd on loan from chienhuah for the longest time. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last food you ate:&lt;br /&gt;yucky mucky sheares hall dinner. okay, it wasn't that yucky. but it sure was fun cos me and wonghui had a tauhuay eating competition. we slurped down our tauhuay and for the first time tauhuay actually tasted good. so much for savouring it huh. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last item bought:&lt;br /&gt;3 cups of bird's nest drink at 30 cents each for the girls for lunch yest. (: yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last shirt worn:&lt;br /&gt;t-shirt? now i'm wearing the minicooper navy green shirt. pretty pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last phonecall:&lt;br /&gt;mummy. oh man she nagged and nagged. =l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last text message:&lt;br /&gt;kaiwen. asking me to study. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you touched:&lt;br /&gt;the keyboard i'm typing on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you were at the mall:&lt;br /&gt;uhhh i should think heartland yest but i was only walking through. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you were excited about something:&lt;br /&gt;parachute banddddddd. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you saw:&lt;br /&gt;caroline tan li shan. biggest bimbo ever. (ngiam, she is way worse than you..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you drank:&lt;br /&gt;apple/peach/lemon tea at dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person who broke your heart:&lt;br /&gt;only one person broke my heart. do you know him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you were honestly happy:&lt;br /&gt;when i came out of the exam hall today. ONE PAPER DOWN!! oh i can't wait for 5th dec. come on come on come on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-116464588222104775?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116464588222104775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=116464588222104775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116464588222104775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116464588222104775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2006/11/got-this-off-someones-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-116461700869747873</id><published>2006-11-27T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T16:43:28.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/908/160/1600/446103/1%3A4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/908/160/200/883580/1%3A4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's paper wasn't too horrid, but it wasn't the best nor easiest i've done either. there were parts that were pretty killer, but also parts that were do-able. it seems like all the lecturers set papers with the same motto: tough enough not to have good scores, easy enough to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one down, three more to go! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-116461700869747873?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116461700869747873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=116461700869747873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116461700869747873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116461700869747873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2006/11/todays-paper-wasnt-too-horrid-but-it.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-116458757773735316</id><published>2006-11-27T08:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T08:32:57.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/908/160/1600/260734/sample_exam2_key_p2_sm.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/908/160/200/844485/sample_exam2_key_p2_sm.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams start in less than 5 hours time.&lt;br /&gt;i'm dying. =l&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-116458757773735316?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116458757773735316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=116458757773735316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116458757773735316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116458757773735316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2006/11/exams-start-in-less-than-5-hours-time.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-116453775967081900</id><published>2006-11-26T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T18:42:39.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/908/160/1600/969929/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/908/160/200/932831/Image001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's me and my favourite boy. he's so cute aye! (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;when you cry, i cry with you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-116453775967081900?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116453775967081900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=116453775967081900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116453775967081900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116453775967081900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2006/11/heres-me-and-my-favourite-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-116453760904046496</id><published>2006-11-26T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T18:40:09.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/908/160/1600/882242/IMG_4651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/908/160/200/176125/IMG_4651.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite boy silas coloured beautifully today. and he sang during children's worship. he really tried to be a good boy today and i'm so proud of him. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you're growing up so quickly, please don't forget me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-116453760904046496?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116453760904046496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=116453760904046496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116453760904046496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116453760904046496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-favourite-boy-silas-coloured.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-116444669889762989</id><published>2006-11-25T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T17:24:58.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/908/160/1600/392202/Photo%20102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/908/160/320/16272/Photo%20102.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my daddy. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-116444669889762989?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116444669889762989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=116444669889762989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116444669889762989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116444669889762989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-love-my-daddy.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-116438798174019331</id><published>2006-11-25T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T15:12:51.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/908/160/1600/494029/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/908/160/200/387073/Image027.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovely cousins. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love nessa to bits, she never fails to put a smile on my face. (: dinner with her and family was beautiful, i wish we could just be sisters and share everything. love love! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-116438798174019331?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116438798174019331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=116438798174019331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116438798174019331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116438798174019331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2006/11/lovely-cousins.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-116435638977581501</id><published>2006-11-24T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T15:14:34.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey, will you walk with me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/908/160/1600/407299/couple-hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/908/160/200/414541/couple-hands.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you never really treasure something until it's lost. Many who are in relationships just want to give it all up because it is so difficult at times to really love the other person. Sometimes I wonder if they have forgotten the feeling of being lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A loving hug. A sqeeze of the hand to tell you that everything's gonna be alright. A kiss on the cheek to be reminded of the love they share. A gaze into the eyes that shows he really cares. Company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God made Eve so that Adam would have a helper and not be lonely. Similarly, Eve can feel loneliness too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-116435638977581501?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116435638977581501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=116435638977581501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116435638977581501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116435638977581501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2006/11/honey-will-you-walk-with-me.html' title='Honey, will you walk with me?'/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-116427027867014133</id><published>2006-11-23T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T16:46:49.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/908/160/1600/521527/gramophone.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/908/160/320/649060/gramophone.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an oldies junkie. (: I dig albums from The Eagles, Beatles, Nat King Cole, James Taylor, Billy Joel, Josh Groban, Michelle Branch, Norah Jones and the like. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUGE HINT! Albums from them for christmas would be perfect. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-116427027867014133?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116427027867014133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=116427027867014133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116427027867014133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116427027867014133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-oldies-junkie.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-116425031095767439</id><published>2006-11-23T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T15:16:10.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pitch a tent, whip out the books.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/908/160/1600/15683/books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/908/160/200/428586/books.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM OFFICIALLY A LIBRARY CAMPER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mug day and night in the library, play foosball to de-stress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT A LIFE. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-116425031095767439?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116425031095767439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=116425031095767439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116425031095767439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116425031095767439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2006/11/pitch-tent-whip-out-books.html' title='Pitch a tent, whip out the books.'/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-116407894536386920</id><published>2006-11-21T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T16:30:34.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/908/160/1600/561863/Tiikerit-Iksu_3945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/908/160/320/390762/Tiikerit-Iksu_3945.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLOORBALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun playing it yesterday. Hmmm. Let me see. I believe it was from.. 1.45am to 5am. Resulting in a snoring Rodney right beside me. Haha he's sleeping as I'm watching webcasts by Dr Bettens. (: The team were: Matthew Mah, Rodney Fong, Qingjun, Heng Jung Seong, Wei Jian, Tan Kaiwen, Lim Shaojie, Caroline Tan, Gilyn (Pooh) Cheah, and yours truly. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept at 6.45 and I woke up at 9.30, TO STUDY. I'm so hadworking. heehee. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-116407894536386920?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116407894536386920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=116407894536386920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116407894536386920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116407894536386920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2006/11/floorball.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-116381576367280477</id><published>2006-11-18T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T10:09:23.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so incredibly ARGHEEEDDDDD at my exams preparation. Thankfully german's non-exam-based. so i am one subject down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-116381576367280477?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116381576367280477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=116381576367280477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116381576367280477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116381576367280477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-so-incredibly-argheeeddddd-at-my.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-116290956286307003</id><published>2006-11-07T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T22:26:51.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode #25 - Self-esteem</title><content type='html'>In this post, I shall try to &lt;b&gt;obfuscate&lt;/b&gt; you, my reader. (: [go check out the meaning of that word! my new word-of-the-day.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay better not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for sunset prayer today, Jasmine shared about self-esteem. I love her sharings, it really spoke to me. I found that I could relate to quite a few things she mentioned, oh dear. Maybe I do have low self-esteem after all. Some say that people are noisy cos they use that as a front to hide their lack of self-esteem. But I love the thing that she pointed out: To look towards Christ, we forget who we are and can only see who He is and His love for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping my eyes on Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray I do not get astigmatism.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-116290956286307003?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116290956286307003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=116290956286307003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116290956286307003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116290956286307003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2006/11/episode-25-self-esteem.html' title='Episode #25 - Self-esteem'/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-116281693416702595</id><published>2006-11-06T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T20:42:14.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode #24 - Contentment starts with Grateful Hearts.</title><content type='html'>I've got so much to be thankful for. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;my family&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know how sometimes you feel like you're such a horrible kid but your parents love you all the same? and that my older brother still patiently cares for me and teaches me what is right and wrong, i feel so blessed. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;my church&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is where i grew up, where i learnt that the wolrd did not revolve around me. this is where i found my closest friends, people whom i could count on to point out my mistakes and help me along as i learn life's lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;my friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i sometimes take my relationships with others for granted, i'm still rather a baby at this thing, people relationships. sometimes i really have no clue why people react a certain way. maybe i just think differently, and i'm learning that we cannot assume others to be like us, cos it'll be a huge mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three big categories of people for today, i've got more coming not to worry (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-116281693416702595?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116281693416702595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=116281693416702595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116281693416702595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116281693416702595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2006/11/episode-24-contentment-starts-with.html' title='Episode #24 - Contentment starts with Grateful Hearts.'/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-116271163782364452</id><published>2006-11-05T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T15:28:39.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eEeEEeEEEeEeeeeEeeeeE (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/908/160/1600/Photo%2077%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/908/160/320/Photo%2077%20copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do we look like we've got cavities? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-116271163782364452?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116271163782364452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=116271163782364452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116271163782364452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116271163782364452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2006/11/eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title='eEeEEeEEEeEeeeeEeeeeE (:'/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-116248840495695252</id><published>2006-11-03T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T01:27:35.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode #23 - I will be complete in You.</title><content type='html'>Complete &lt;br /&gt;Music and Words by Andrew Ulugia &lt;br /&gt;From the album “All The Earth” by Parachute Band &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Here I am O God &lt;br /&gt;I bring this sacrifice &lt;br /&gt;My open heart &lt;br /&gt;I offer up my life &lt;br /&gt;I look to You Lord &lt;br /&gt;Your love that never ends &lt;br /&gt;Restores me again &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So I lift my eyes to You Lord &lt;br /&gt;In Your strength  &lt;br /&gt;I will break through Lord &lt;br /&gt;Touch me now  &lt;br /&gt;Let Your love fall down on me &lt;br /&gt;I know you love dispels all my fears &lt;br /&gt;Through the storm I will hold on Lord &lt;br /&gt;And by faith I will walk on Lord &lt;br /&gt;Then I'll see beyond my Calvary one day &lt;br /&gt;And I will be complete in You  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Parachute Band concert at the Theatre Hall in Esplanade. Was reminisent of the times I spent there practicing for the SYF opening back in 2003. Back then, the Esplanade backstages and corridors were like my playground, for nearly a month.  Anyway, today was wonderful because I was reminded and humbled yet again by God's grace, forgiveness and mercy. Somehow I can never be worthy of it, but yet he still gives it freely. What a gift! (: It was simply splendid just being there and soaking in his love and being in His presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mark and Anne (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-116248840495695252?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116248840495695252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=116248840495695252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116248840495695252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116248840495695252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2006/11/episode-23-i-will-be-complete-in-you.html' title='Episode #23 - I will be complete in You.'/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-116151614573496031</id><published>2006-10-22T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T19:22:25.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode #22 - i love ivy!</title><content type='html'>oh my oh my. My "godmama" is so so blur and funny and cheeky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident #1:&lt;br /&gt;We were at church, there was this new girl who's 24 yrs old doing her post grad in dentistry in NUS. Ivy was talking to her last week and she found her really pleasant to talk to. And suddenly.. *TING*! She thought, "hey, this would be a nice match for Andrew! (my brother)" and so she told me about it and the two cheeky people (us) went about trying to set them up today. Heehee. (: and I conveniently pointed out to Isabel (the new girl), "Hey that's my brother!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident #2: We (my brother and I) have been invited to her place and she and Wilfrid (her husband whom we affectionately call wildsie) will be cooking and hosting us for the night. So my bro's on msn and he's talking to her. He's sitting at the dining area on my macbook and I'm like "hey... ivy!" So my family's interested in what we say to her.. so here goes.. bear in mind even my parents had a part in forming our conversation with her.. (: here's a rough idea of how it went.. my bro's typing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us: Hey ivy!&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; BLAH BLAH BLAH ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us: hey my sister says she's going to bring 2 friends..&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: wah?&lt;br /&gt;Us: they're from the US. you'll love them.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: uhh okay..&lt;br /&gt;Us: they're exchange students. oh don't cook for them hor, they don't eat one.&lt;br /&gt;Us: btw, their names are Ben n Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(We thought she'd get it, we wanted to tell her we're bringing ice cream)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: huh? why they don't eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(she obviously didn't get it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us: cos we eat them.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: AHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ivy: Aiyo so corny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is dear ivy for you. (: looking forward to dinner tomorrow! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-116151614573496031?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116151614573496031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=116151614573496031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116151614573496031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116151614573496031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2006/10/episode-22-i-love-ivy.html' title='Episode #22 - i love ivy!'/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-116141609459752247</id><published>2006-10-21T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T19:22:48.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode #21 - Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>Been feeling a little not-myself. Maybe it's PMS-ing. Maybe it's stress from school work. Maybe it's stress from expectations of everyone. Maybe I just try too hard to make everyone happy and not myself. I don't know. Was listening to the recording from iSOW 2nd stream, where Auntie Cathie prayed over us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just broke down and cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left all by myself alone at home, it really was a timely reminder from God. I love to put my iTunes on shuffle mode so i'll be listening to a random range of songs. And somehow, the songs that were played this morning really ministered to me. Amidst feeling so very down from last night, I somehow felt Him re-assuring me that everything's gonna be alright. That I'm not a failure, I am His success. I am His child. And I've been having a not so easy time with my mum, doesn't help that we both pms together. But the prayer that Auntie Cathie prayed for me, it gave me the strength to live out my life as a good daughter, no matter how difficult it is. Because I want to. Because it makes God pleased. Because I love Him more than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping my eyes on Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to re-focus, shrink away from the busyness of here and now. So if you feel that I'm suddenly (more) aloof (than normal), please understand it's not you that I'm against. I just need to find myself once again. Find back the person who I've lost to busy-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a week and I'll be alright. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-116141609459752247?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116141609459752247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=116141609459752247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116141609459752247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116141609459752247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2006/10/episode-21-random-thoughts.html' title='Episode #21 - Random thoughts'/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-116121753409381562</id><published>2006-10-19T08:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T08:29:51.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode #20 - Being early</title><content type='html'>Being Early..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; gets you ponded. (refers to Episode #18 where i got ponded and dragged in cos i woke up early for breakfast.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; lets you see 2 girls that have been ponded TWICE in the morning alone. (I saw them at breakfast at 7.25am and they already bathed after the ponding.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leads me to 3 conclusions:&lt;br /&gt;-guys are overly enthusiastic about ponding girls.&lt;br /&gt;-sometimes we girls need to PLAN carefully before attacking the guys.&lt;br /&gt;-hall people don't sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-116121753409381562?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116121753409381562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=116121753409381562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116121753409381562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116121753409381562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2006/10/episode-20-being-early.html' title='Episode #20 - Being early'/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-116119389408831970</id><published>2006-10-19T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T01:51:34.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"... if anyone wants to be first, he must be the very last, and the servant of all."&lt;br /&gt;Mark 9:35&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, teach me and help me along..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-116119389408831970?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116119389408831970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=116119389408831970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116119389408831970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116119389408831970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-116081690391826810</id><published>2006-10-14T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T08:23:13.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode #19 - Quirky quotes</title><content type='html'>I dreamt that we should go to Novena Church to pray for Andrew, then he'll get a girlfriend. You go lah.&lt;br /&gt;-My Taoist grandmother in a conversation with my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The speed at which girls walk: it's murderous.&lt;br /&gt;-Dean on walking with girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting that some girls are really really fit but yet when they walk, they make a snail look fast.&lt;br /&gt;-Tris, on walking with girls as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-116081690391826810?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116081690391826810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=116081690391826810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116081690391826810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116081690391826810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2006/10/episode-19-quirky-quotes.html' title='Episode #19 - Quirky quotes'/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-116061532718470337</id><published>2006-10-12T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T09:11:58.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode #18 - Hall life.</title><content type='html'>It all happened when the girls got sick and tired of being ponded by the guys and we decided it's time to fight back. For those unsure with the term "ponded", it's a word that is synonymous with getting dunked with pails of soapy water (perhaps shampoo, perhaps soap, perhaps washing powder, perhaps wash floor detergent.. depends on what they have on hand..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. 5 girls woke up early when it wasn't even bright and went around armed with rolls and rolls of comms cord tying up all the doors of the guys. And they didn't have enough time to tie the doors poperly. -.-''' Worse part is that that very night there was mid-autumn festival block celebrations. And not to mention block day supper the very next night. So, getting ponded by the guys was inevitable. (aiyoh, why never think of that before tying right.. SIGH.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the obvious happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 girls got ponded (see you get to use the word so quickly after learning it) that very night at the celebrations, out of which 2 girls, Caroline and Gilyn, were part of the 5 girls that went around. The other poor girl who got victimised (ME.) got ponded. GRRR. Even though she didn't tie the doors. See what happens when you're an early birdie and wake up for breakfast and run into the guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we thought they had their revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently not, because they came along this morning (without sleeping after playing uno till 3.45am and downing 3 shots of 45% alcohol content of whiskey for QingJun.. how nice.) and stole ALL our slippers and some of our shoes. Out of 13 pairs of footwear that I had in my cupboard, they took 10. I was left with my dress shoes, my sports shoes and my self-drawn northstars. And guess where the shoes went? The following clip might give you a hint..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ww3UEsnuwIc" width="600" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS GUYS. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is Hall life for you. SHEARES BLOCK D HALL LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you thought things can't get any more interesting, you're wrong.. We will have our fun again.. soon la. Need to re-charge first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-116061532718470337?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116061532718470337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=116061532718470337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116061532718470337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116061532718470337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2006/10/episode-18-hall-life.html' title='Episode #18 - Hall life.'/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-116004400136544442</id><published>2006-10-05T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T18:30:42.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode #17 - Stand tall, stand proud.</title><content type='html'>This is one of the few instances where I actually feel inspired to write. The test that I'm taking in an hour's time is kinda goner so I'm not gonna bother cramming for it. I don't even know where to begin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I just came back from dinner and turned on my macbook. Looked out of my window for the upteenth time today and something caught my eye. Something that has been there all the while I've been staying in Sheares but I never took notice of it. Always thought that I got bored of the view outside my window. But a closer look today proved otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/908/160/1600/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/908/160/320/Image008.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There stood a tall pine tree, among the common raintrees. Its colour blended in perfectly with the rest of the trees, was planted in the backyard of one of the private properties (next to Crystal Tabernacle Church). But it stood out, shooting beyond the heights of all the other trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I can relate to that tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try so hard to blend in to the crowd, not to stick out like a sore thumb. But there will always be differences that I cannot hide. Sometimes I feel that I just don't belong. Sometimes inferior because I'm the only one like that. But I thank God even for those differences, because that's what makes me special, what makes me unique. It'd be weird and boring if everyone were a raintree and there were no pine trees around aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spicing up our lives (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-116004400136544442?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116004400136544442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=116004400136544442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116004400136544442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/116004400136544442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2006/10/episode-17-stand-tall-stand-proud.html' title='Episode #17 - Stand tall, stand proud.'/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-115994595247928700</id><published>2006-10-04T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T15:12:32.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>episode #16 - Of needs and wants.</title><content type='html'>Okay. So now I've managed to get up on my own (I wake up after my alarm has gone off.. for half an hour). I'm cleaning my roon diligently (maybe not diligent enough but it's a huge quantum leap from my cleaning habits of old). But I've still got undone tutorials and unprinted notes and I'm starting to feel the consequences now, feeling so lost in the mid-terms. DISCIPLINE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the list never ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it funny how a blog is supposed to be something like a journal where you post your thoughts, yet you feel so restrained because we need to be politically correct? Be careful when you write in blogs, you never know when you'll be made famous in the news, either like sarong party girl or by being sued by the governement on dubious grounds till you're totally broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-115994595247928700?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/115994595247928700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=115994595247928700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/115994595247928700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/115994595247928700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2006/10/episode-16-of-needs-and-wants.html' title='episode #16 - Of needs and wants.'/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-115903039729817198</id><published>2006-09-24T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T00:53:17.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode #15 - Just some thoughts.</title><content type='html'>I realise that I'm getting lazier and lazier at this blogging thing. School's just started for like.. 6 weeks and my blog's dying. totally. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today's been quite a day. mmm, remembered what Francis said at wednesday's CG. It's something along the lines of "Is your rights worth fighting for as opposed to the relationship that is at stake?" Often times, I find myself caught in such a situation, and it is in times like this when we really have to "die to ourselves". I don't deny that it is a constant struggle, but I pray that God will give me the strength to see me through such times, and that I won't buckle under pressure of the world but instead I'll stand up and be that salt and light. And at such times, it really helps when like-minded friends encourage and "prop you up" along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at CG we did Acts 3, the story about Peter and John saying "Gold and silver I do not have, but I give you what I do have. In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, stand up and walk!" to the lame beggar (no he wasn't lame by virtue of his jokes..) and later on Peter rebuking the onlookers. I thought the second part of the story was very thought provoking, even though when I read through it the first time round it seemed like Peter was talking in circles. Later it seems to me that the onlookers actually resemble the pharisees that Jesus rebuked, people who knew the law and chose to do nothing about it. Doesn't it sound all too familiar? It does for me.. housework. I know mum gets irked when I don't help do all the housework, but sometimes laziness just overwhelms me and I choose my fleshly desire - to be lazy. And the consequence is as predicted: a whole lot of nagging and scolding. In a way, we only have ourselves to blame, since we hear but do not do. And come to think of it, isn't the gift of salvation almost the same? Some hear and receive, they are saved, like those who hear the word and do it. However, there are also those who hear and yet choose not to believe, not to do anything about it. They are so comfortable in their own little world that even though some know that salvation is through Jesus Christ, they are just too self-absorbed and remain as "onlookers". What a pity, what a shame, what a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes all it takes is a little effort on our side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-115903039729817198?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/115903039729817198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=115903039729817198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/115903039729817198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/115903039729817198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2006/09/episode-15-just-some-thoughts.html' title='Episode #15 - Just some thoughts.'/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-115805112482443592</id><published>2006-09-12T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T16:52:04.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode #14 - Your presence fills this place!</title><content type='html'>Was walking from my math lect to tutorial today, and i saw the most encouraging thing: amidst the building up of homework and lectures and assignments and tutorials, 3 girls sat outside one of the LTs praying. And it kinda reminded me how sometimes it is good to just drop everything and to come to God, for focus, for direction. And to add on to that, there's going to be part 2 of "The Lord's Prayer" today at sunset prayer. I can't wait!!! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-115805112482443592?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/115805112482443592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=115805112482443592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/115805112482443592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/115805112482443592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2006/09/episode-14-your-presence-fills-this.html' title='Episode #14 - Your presence fills this place!'/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-115761829240177117</id><published>2006-09-07T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T19:00:45.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A last minute birthday list.</title><content type='html'>HELLO THERE! My birthday is tomorrow. (I'm being very direct here heeheeheee!) Quite excited really, hopefully there's no ponding tonight cos they'll take pity on my broken ankle. But then again, there's no telling when it comes to the dee-blockers. And actually.. the broken ankle is to their advantage cos it only means I can't run away from them when they want to pond me. Why can't you pond someone with a sprianed foot? The foot won't dissolve what. But shhhh. Don't tell them, heehee. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you absolutely have no idea what to get the princess ( for the dense people, i'm the princess. (: ), you could try some apple/mac products, ipod accessories etc etc cos I'm going to collect my new macbook tomorrow! (: For starters, a nice set of speakers cos my speakers are absolutely gone.. Then maybe an apple mouse.. That'll be good too. Or even a radio plug-on for my ipod nano. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you're feeling absolutely broke and cannot afford the above, I'd just like to hear from you. That's actually the best birthday gift you can give. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. mad, this list was written with you in mind (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-115761829240177117?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/115761829240177117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=115761829240177117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/115761829240177117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/115761829240177117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2006/09/last-minute-birthday-list.html' title='A last minute birthday list.'/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-115716830637801238</id><published>2006-09-02T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T11:38:28.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode #13 - And finally I've found something worthy of blogging.</title><content type='html'>-blows whistle-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY EVERYONE! WE DEE-BLOCKERS ARE TABLE TENNIS CHAMPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah ha! This is the first time that the girls actually got into finals, and who would've thought that we'd be the champions aye? Definitely not after only having 4 people playing out of a necessary 6 players. And not after we've been ruling the girls score chart (from the back). We're always getting one point for all the games, and when we do get two points, it's because no one gets one point for that game. (: HAHA! But that's history now, cos we've got a new number on our list! F-I-V-E! Actually, I think much of the credit goes to Adeline, Yiling and Yvonne (the super-senior who came back to play for us). (: But at least I can say that I've learnt more of table tennis over the past 3 days and not just stagnate there at the same standard I've been playing at since primary three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Progress, a good thing in this case.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a pub with mad to watch a newcastle match, and I must say it's been an eye-opening experience. (: Yeah, I'll live one day shorter with all the smoke I inhaled there, but I'm sure such an experience is worth a day and mad'll agree with me aye? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been bombarded on all fronts with tutorials, assignments and lab work. Keeps me on my toes more now. And not to mention the crazy lecturers, of which one uploads lecture notes at 11pm the night before the lecture. Like HELLO?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tis the life of a uni student.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all who've been tagging. (: Here's the replies, rather belatedly for that I must apologise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zitian: You're a life saver at math lect the other day (: Somehow when I go for lectures alone, I end up sitting next to an eye-raising fellow. If you get what I mean. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jinghui: HELLO THERE! (: I haven't seen you in donkey years! Haha one day the handbellers MUST meet up (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pamela: PAMMY WHAMMY! (: thanks for your constant encouragement, on the tagboard and on msn (: I SERIOUSLY CAN'T WAIT FOR YOU TO COME BACK! tell me your flight plans ASAP okay okay okay!!!! haha! -hugs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeling: I like my room too. (: haha! okay i'll come visit yours soon okay! mine's open and cool, but yours is like a super funky space! i like. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mad: thanks for sacrificing your beauty sleep for me. (now don't roll your eyes or they'll drop out.) heehee. now we both end up taking afternoon naps to make up for the lost hours of sleep at night. (: nufc again if i can make it okay (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-115716830637801238?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/115716830637801238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=115716830637801238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/115716830637801238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/115716830637801238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2006/09/episode-13-and-finally-ive-found.html' title='Episode #13 - And finally I&apos;ve found something worthy of blogging.'/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21100446.post-115565551330513706</id><published>2006-08-15T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T23:25:13.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here right beside me right now. Sighs. You know, I could just sit right next to you for a whole day without saying a thing and not feel uncomfortable with the silence. Maybe it's because we both have a need for wordless moments. Sometimes, I have this bad habit of just leaving things as they are and just walking away. I know you've been telling me it's a form of escapism, but it's just my way of dealing with things. The alternative is definitely less pleasant, and if you have to know, I'd most likely explode and regret it later if I don't choose to walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I said that even though I wasn't used to stuff like sunset prayer, but I liked it enough to want to go for the second session, is the offer of the one-day-of-services still valid? Heehee. (: I'd claim it when I haven't cleaned my room in weeks and the floor's super dusty and my sheets need changing. Hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I finally thought of the word that describes me: reflective.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21100446-115565551330513706?l=jeanettewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/115565551330513706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21100446&amp;postID=115565551330513706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/115565551330513706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21100446/posts/default/115565551330513706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettewrites.blogspot.com/2006/08/mad-i-wish-you-were-here-right-beside.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
