<?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-7824272</id><updated>2011-12-15T10:33:36.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JEN JEN JEN</title><subtitle type='html'>Within this "arena", I place myself in a position situated for the freedom of speech and some extreme roller coaster ride of emotions.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>576</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-923732949090001515</id><published>2009-08-24T19:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T19:18:36.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's time to say good bye to this blog of mine that saw me through my adolescence years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've moved &lt;a href="http://ev3ivenej.wordpress.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-923732949090001515?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/923732949090001515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=923732949090001515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/923732949090001515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/923732949090001515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-time-to-say-good-bye-to-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-5652479913726240698</id><published>2009-08-18T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T20:26:16.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random random post</title><content type='html'>some friends are just worth appreciating and cherishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even when they're not there with you, you know they havent forgot about you. but some are jus not exactly in the same league.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whereas some others may jus there with you all the time, but they may not remember you when you're away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad truth eh? but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may be moving to some other blog. one that allows me to keep certain posts away from people whom i deem unworthy of reading it. crude, but true. it's simply because there's some people you trust with certain issues, while some others jus doesnt give you that right vibe towards certain things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-5652479913726240698?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/5652479913726240698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=5652479913726240698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/5652479913726240698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/5652479913726240698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-random-post.html' title='random random post'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-8015211023144002234</id><published>2009-03-26T01:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T01:29:56.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;*List and describe the highlights of your three most valuable achievements, contributions and experience in context of three activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have less than 3 "most valuable achievements, contributions and experience". hah. such loser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-8015211023144002234?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/8015211023144002234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=8015211023144002234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/8015211023144002234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/8015211023144002234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2009/03/list-and-describe-highlights-of-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-4961825232981238594</id><published>2009-01-22T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T23:30:03.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know how sometimes you click onto a blog expecting to see one's blog, but as you read on, you realise the style of writing is like someone else's........ and then you scroll up jus to confirm you clicked onto the right blog, and there it is in your face, you've clicked onto the right blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i really do wonder,&lt;br /&gt;people have their own ideals and everything, and sometimes when they see someone writing/saying/acting in a way that seems to gain her popularity and attention, they tend to write/say/act the same way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where's individuality? where's uniqueness?&lt;br /&gt;like plastic surgery...... you're jus a copy of someone else. dun you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-4961825232981238594?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/4961825232981238594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=4961825232981238594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/4961825232981238594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/4961825232981238594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-know-how-sometimes-you-click-onto.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-2279350063407989868</id><published>2009-01-11T02:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T03:25:06.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"is it not enough to just lead a long and happy life with me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Edward Cullen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been looking for the book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;HIGH&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;low&lt;/span&gt;, that it becomes very frustrating when i just know i'll expect the same ol' phrase.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry, it's sold out.", "No, we wont be re-stocking them any time soon", "Sorry, all rented out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit asses. they ought to know it'll be a big HIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and damn, i'm smiling like i'm a dumb fuck now. imagine me walking out in town with this look on my face, i'm sure people will think i'm a goner. either high on drugs/alcohol, if not, just mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/SWj0SZEirWI/AAAAAAAABHw/VAJ4VbhhGy8/s1600-h/30019ac.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/SWj0SZEirWI/AAAAAAAABHw/VAJ4VbhhGy8/s320/30019ac.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289746359151406434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THE MOVIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can anyone just get the full series with the Twilight Saga Series Slipcased 4 Hardcover Book set? i'll love you absolutely!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-2279350063407989868?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/2279350063407989868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=2279350063407989868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/2279350063407989868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/2279350063407989868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2009/01/is-it-not-enough-to-just-lead-long-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/SWj0SZEirWI/AAAAAAAABHw/VAJ4VbhhGy8/s72-c/30019ac.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-8280713049899567784</id><published>2009-01-04T01:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T01:59:52.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am going under the knife!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to extract my bloody wisdom tooth. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 days MC, of which....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days of it is to allow my face to swell like crazy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 days for it to subside..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thereafter, i cannot eat heaty stuff. which means, NO NEW YEAR GOODIES FOR ME! eff it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life just got better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm glad it's before chinese new year that i'm going under the knife. whew. Thank God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-8280713049899567784?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/8280713049899567784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=8280713049899567784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/8280713049899567784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/8280713049899567784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-going-under-knife-to-extract-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-8275188609543186975</id><published>2008-12-29T03:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T05:31:49.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i do wonder why am i so affected by my surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be it the people, the environment, or just the emotions filled within someone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm affected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i think too much into things. maybe i see too much happening. maybe i should just stand by my past indifference. ignorance sure is bliss, it has been until my recent sensitivity started acting up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;able to sense wat's coming for me. able to expect the next gesture someone might make. even able to tell just wat my boss was going to have for dinner, even though there's so much variety down at the hawker center and he usually stick to the same food all the time. it's scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fight-or-flight defence mechanism is just so overwhelming these days, i jus scream and shout at the slightest confrontation/provokation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant say i'm depressed. nor can i can i'm not also. paranoia? maybe. just maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attention seeking? probably. but dont bet on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposed to be working hardfor my studies, but why does all these have to happen all the time before any major exams comes along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i just need a break. gooshh. it's of no good. i cant sleep. wat am i to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomna. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia. insomnia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like the want to type until i can sleep. but oh no.... it's not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every want in life is jus an illusion.&lt;br /&gt;material wants. sexual wants. emotional wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random. jus very random. geez. i sound like i'm in depression. LOL. no, i'm not laughing. damn. this is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the quietness of the night. the night view of the city from my room window. the nightview of the sea from the view of my living room. the songs playing from the jukebox of my playlist. the thought whirling in my realm of thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random. jus randomness.  i dunno wat am i saying now. i feel stupid. i feel awake. i feel lonely.&lt;br /&gt;loneliness...... maybe that's wat keeping me awake. i'm walking around this little room of mine like time will pass faster, but no, only minutes have passed. when will daylight come? i'm waiting for the sun rise. yet it's not coming jus yet. i wanna get outta this house. but no, it's a dangerous world out there. i'm typing... and i keep typing... and still typing.... how long will this post appear on my webpage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my room looks like a dumpster. LOL. this is funny. and i have no urge to clean it up. damn, i'm a lazy piece of shit.  HA HA! i guess i'm ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit. i've been typing for an hour. let's talk about my aspirations....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- psychologist.&lt;br /&gt;before i can psycho someone, i'll most likely turn into a psycho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- a career woman out in the business world.&lt;br /&gt;before i can make it out as a career woman, i'll most likely stress out and start crying that i cant hold out no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- a marketing personnel.&lt;br /&gt;before the end of any glamourous event, i'll most likely get drunk even before the event begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- a model.&lt;br /&gt;before i even think about being one, i shall go for a height increase. yea... keep dreaming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- a clown.&lt;br /&gt;i'll kill myself for being one literally. i'm a clown outta myself now. and damn, i hate CLOWNS to the core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- a door bitch at any clubs.&lt;br /&gt;probably start bitching and refuse entry to any girls who have the i'm-a-bitch look on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- an actress.&lt;br /&gt;i'm one in life already. a relatively excellent one. hell, i'm good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- a man.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i'll make sure i charm all the beautiful girls and get them working. OMG this is funny and damn, i'm such a perv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of it already...... i'm tired. psychologicall. help me figure out wat am i trying to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get attention. yea, most of you will say so. especially those psychotic shit asses out there.get the shit fuck outta my face. stupid uncles. dun think i cannot see that kinda shit ass thoughts you have when dealing with me. dun even think i'll give in to you when i''m dealing business with you. give me shit and i'll fuck you up when i have the chance to. you wont like it when i do. you take advantage of me being nice. you underestimate my capabilities. you belittle my presence by thinking i'm a typical bimbo. keep thinking that way yea. indulge in those thoughts. and a big HA HA will be right in your face soon enough, just you wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few days ago, someone told me&lt;br /&gt;"you're not bothered about work. you're bothered about your love life. go figure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun tell me wat you THINK. wat time do i have? wat more resource is left of me to find that kinda energy to? you go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, no. i'm not drunk. maybe yes, i am. drunk with my own thoughts of nothingness. drunk in my own rants, wanting to rant even more randomess. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck off you bastards. men... they just cant be trusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck off you bitches. women... they are just unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still awake after all these rants. HA HA HA! i'm mad. i must be. TOTALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's hinting that she's capable of doing the job. she's hinting that i'm not needed.she's hinting that my face is my only capability in life. she's hinting that i'm redundant. she's hinting that i should watch my back. she's hinting that she's rich. she's hinting that i'm a mistress. she's hinting sooo many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;women...  jealousy. insecurity. posessivity. superiority. materialistic.  wat's the point of hinting all these to me if you're jealous and insecure with my existence? laughable. totally. you watch your back. you watch your mouth. you watch your husband. you watch your words. cause you're going down bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i want to be a mistress to your husband, i'll do it in a snap.&lt;br /&gt;if i want to be rich, i'll be waayy richer than you'll ever will in your life.&lt;br /&gt;if i watch my back, i'll make sure you'll be the first i'll wipe from the face of the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;if i want to talk about you the way you do about me, i'll make sure your reputation stinks to the extent of no return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep your hands off my boundaries, you dont know shit about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/YvPbWr92Y6"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/YvPbWr92Y6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 1px; 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say it like i'm always in the mood for quarrels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"HUH?!"&lt;/span&gt; like i did something wrong, when you heard wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dun&lt;/span&gt; give me attitude then turn around and "ask" if i had enough of my own shouting or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you had listened to me, and fix your goddamn phone, i wouldnt have to raise my voice in order for you to hear me (or giving yourself the chance to accuse me of raising my voice with attitude)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello?!&lt;br /&gt;i'm not the kind who keep repeating myself and not get pissed off at all. dun act as if you dunno i'm this way. fuck. nbcb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-8220256255679996036?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/8220256255679996036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=8220256255679996036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/8220256255679996036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/8220256255679996036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-not-in-mood-to-do-this-with-you-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-3395654998582124573</id><published>2008-11-24T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T14:52:26.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M TOTALLY FRUSTRATED WITH EVERYTHING! fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus fuck off. argh. bitch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-3395654998582124573?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/3395654998582124573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=3395654998582124573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/3395654998582124573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/3395654998582124573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/11/arghh-im-totally-frustrated-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-5651024055589337985</id><published>2008-10-31T23:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T23:57:22.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 128, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;P&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;Y &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;L&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;W&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;, P&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;Y &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;P&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 128, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(32, 128, 223);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;An interesting night to be out at a dance floor filled with sexy uniformed babes, to horrific Frankensteins on the run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But where am I stuck at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;HOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"  &gt;can i emphasize that again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;a job well done, Jen! Instead of dressing up like a witch, sorceror, necromancer, vampire, demon, or werewolf. I'm home snuggling up to a fantasy involving races from the list above. geez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-5651024055589337985?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/5651024055589337985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=5651024055589337985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/5651024055589337985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/5651024055589337985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/10/h-p-p-y-h-l-l-o-w-e-e-n-p-r-t-y-p-e-o-p.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-1506213443401400145</id><published>2008-10-10T03:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T03:24:19.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time heals all wounds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;tired. frustrated. irritated. annoyed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Again, words I'll use to describe how i felt the moment I was out of sight. Out from everyone's sight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Locking myself up in my room, with a book in hand, and water to keep me from feeling thirsty. You know how sometimes you feel hunger, but just lost the mood to eat at all? Exactly what I felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;It's tiring because I just keep going on everyday. (Not that I intend to take my own life.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;It's frustrating because I just don't seem to find yourself feeling right at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;It's irritating because I have people telling me more than what I have already understood and knew, when it was just a simple answer to be given.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;It's annoying because I seem to only find comfort when I'm all alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Maybe I'm too insensitive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Because security and trust just seems to go out of place totally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Maybe I'm too naive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Allowing myself delusions that are totally inexistent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Maybe I'm too silly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;to believe that I can find comfort in people, when I just can't seem to tell someone of my problems. Sometimes even not knowing what are the problems I'm facing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Like a little girl, I hide somewhere sobbing. Hoping things will go away. Believing time heals all wounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-1506213443401400145?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/1506213443401400145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=1506213443401400145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/1506213443401400145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/1506213443401400145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-heals-all-wounds.html' title='time heals all wounds'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-2372789991768957481</id><published>2008-09-23T00:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T00:20:02.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>social Norm, i should follow.......</title><content type='html'>pre-school, kindergarden, primary school, secondary school, Pre-U, University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposedly the path to walk in life. the so-called "norm".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing my fellow mates moving on to their degree, I feel absolutely weird. Not that I'm not happy with whatever I'm doing. I don't regret. Just that I'm of the same age as they are, but not really doing what they are doing. which is studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss studying. I miss exam stress. I miss making friends around my age. I miss the cold in Canada. I miss most of my friends in Canada (and Ingrid who's in Mexico City). I miss the crazy times I had in Canada with my Crazy 904 girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-2372789991768957481?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/2372789991768957481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=2372789991768957481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/2372789991768957481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/2372789991768957481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/09/social-norm-i-should-follow.html' title='social Norm, i should follow.......'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-3399433930675443519</id><published>2008-09-06T00:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:30:35.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the invisible stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep whining. keep continuing. keep compiling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-3399433930675443519?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/3399433930675443519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=3399433930675443519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/3399433930675443519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/3399433930675443519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/09/invisible-stress.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-3276375991770847225</id><published>2008-09-05T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T00:40:20.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DO NOT..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DO NOT&lt;/span&gt; even mention about the LAW regarding COURTESY to me, when you did not look yourself in the mirror to see how inconsiderate and stupid you are when you brought up THAT scary law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DO NOT&lt;/span&gt; even think about earning that respect from others when what you said was none other than BULLSHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DO NOT&lt;/span&gt; even tell me what the fuck I should do, because I'm the bloody organizer of the event and I hold that damn right to fuck you up if you do not do things my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DO NOT&lt;/span&gt; even tell me how extraordinarily &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; your company is, cause I don't give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DO NOT&lt;/span&gt; even say "wherever [I] go to work, [I] will not go far in my career cause of [my] attitude", cause I do not even need to work in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DO NOT&lt;/span&gt; even raise your voice at me first and later point that finger at me saying you have been putting up with my bitchiness the entire day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DO NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;even threaten me with any PERSONAL lawsuits regarding work, cause I neither I nor my company will get into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, trying to act like you're a pro and you know what you're saying. hey kiddo, you just came out to the market and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OPENED&lt;/span&gt; your eyes to things. I came out way before you did.&lt;br /&gt;and to the MD of that stupid company. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DO NOT&lt;/span&gt; care if you're number 1 is Singapore, or if you're a company with good branding. it's nothing but just a company with more than a couple of shitfucks in there doing their retarded shitfucks in the place with that fuckfaces. trying to catch my weakness and put all the blame to us while trying to protect your man even though he's wrong. as a superior, you're good. but to others, you're just another moron who blindly sides his idiotically obnoxious worker. and mark my word, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WORKER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;think you're effing rich? think your company's turnover is &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt;? then why come to our event? give us face? sorry, we dont even care for your business. if we can get you to leave today, we can get you to leave tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-3276375991770847225?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/3276375991770847225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=3276375991770847225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/3276375991770847225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/3276375991770847225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/09/do-not.html' title='DO NOT..........'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-1725806968483242858</id><published>2008-08-11T21:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:46:44.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>starting work on monday. job scope? cleared. pay? cleared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! i've got a job! wish me luck on monday! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-1725806968483242858?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/1725806968483242858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=1725806968483242858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/1725806968483242858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/1725806968483242858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/08/starting-work-on-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-6733278668095315700</id><published>2008-08-09T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T01:12:19.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;P&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; B&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;H&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; S&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;N&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the patriotism in me, i've decided to blog about wat makes a Singaporean! (you can say it's because i'm bored and i can't get to sleep just yet...... moving on..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Kiasu-ness.. (the first thing that really comes to my mind.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been a victim of the crowd that jus seem far too impatient to wait for you to get off the train before boarding? or have you been a victim of seeing a 'perfect' seat at the hawker centre, only to be brushed off by an auntie or a family who was walking right behind you, saying that they saw that seat first, and quickly settled down in that seat that was supposedly yours to begin with? or have you been the one who cut the line in public when you jus happen to see a friend of yours in it, so you can have your food first? i have. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not saying Kiasu-ness exists only in Singapore.. in every other part of the world, they have their own culture of being kiasu.. but seriously, Singaporeans can sometimes take it to the extreme!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hostility..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look around you.. if you're lucky, you get a friendly neighbour who gets along very well with you that they greet you every time they see you on the streets and welcome you with open arms every New Year/Christmas etc.. unfortunately, the 'culture' in Singapore was made in such a way that people have their door closed 24/7. how interactive. try the Kampong life, and you'll see wat i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Selfish-ness..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get on the train/bus and you'll see many people who are seated down nicely.. at the same time, you'll see this couple of frail old men and women who are struggling to keep themselves still and stable while standing.. then, you move on to give up your seat (i dunno about you, but i do) only to look around you and see expressions that screams relief(thinking: "thank God, i dont have to give up my seat.. whew!") and guilt. how hard is it to give up your seat to someone who needs it more than you do? this scenerio is surely prevalent inthe public transport system. or, while waiting for a long time by the main road for a cab, you see this family, or couple going no further than 5 metres away from where you are, and the next thing you know, is they got a cab which ought to be yours. seriously..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Expensive lifestyle..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with more ERP gates appearing on the roads of Singapore, and the increasing price of petrol, rice, and everything else.. Life in Singapore is certainly getting harder without any rise in the pay of the people. you can't agree more, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much negative remarks you see on this post, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Singaporeans sure have our own individual culture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Singlish..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can see, Singapore is made up of people from many different cultures and countries. this phenomenon is more significant in recent years, as the Singapore government can't seem to get the people to have more kids in a household.&lt;br /&gt;everywhere, you see someone from a particular race, interacting with someone else from another race... soon, SINGLISH emerges!&lt;br /&gt;as much as I try not to use the "lah", "leh", "loh", "meh", "mah", "moh" etc.. it comes out of my mouth like it's natural! (of course it is, i'm a Singaporean.. HELLO?) foreigners may not understand wat we're saying, so wat? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;IT IS UNIQUELY SINGAPORE OK?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops. please pardon me for my Canadian accent which i still carry with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;FOOD..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with all the spiciness you get from a dish of char kway teow or laksa, you seem to find the kick in leaving your mouth filled with the tantalizing &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;HOTNESS&lt;/span&gt;! Singapore is seriously a place where you can find good food. even if you've had the worse local delicacy, while abroad, you would still miss eating it! i'm sure some of you have heard someone saying, "as long as the food is good, it doesnt matter how far it is." that's the spirit of us, Singaporeans! we can go from one end to the other end of the country, jus to get good food! that's how good our local delicacies are!&lt;br /&gt;wat? right opposite the Jurong East Swimming Complex they serve good curry chicken and curry fish head? i'm on my way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cleanliness.. (intertwined with how FINE the city is)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call it the Green city.. not that GREEN yet, but compared to many other countries, it's like comparing heaven and earth. by banning the sale of chewing gum, it has really saved our city from appearing like those many other cities all over the world. like the street of Hamilton, you would see these many people spitting their gums on the floor, and gums that were chewed by God-knows-who being stuck under the seats of the public transport. gross. Foreigners may complain about the fines the local government make, but that's wat keeps our country clean and peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i shall quit debating my love for Singapore. Regardless of my love-hate relationship i have here, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nowhere beats the comfort of your own home. HOME SWEET HOME! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-6733278668095315700?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/6733278668095315700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=6733278668095315700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/6733278668095315700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/6733278668095315700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-singapore.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-2308755525917685606</id><published>2008-08-08T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T23:41:27.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cant wait for Coeus to come back Singapore. no, not because i miss him. i wan the photos that i took in HK!! my goodness. i transferred all the pictures into his lappy, for fear that my memory card would be too filled up that i can't take more pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which really explains my my current lack of updates and photos.. (partly because i'm runnin gin and outta malaysia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking for a job. i got one, i guess.. but the job scope's not too clear to me yet.. gonna ask that man(Jeff) for more details regarding wat i'm supposed to do.. i guess it'll be chup-pa-lang for sure.. cause he wants to teach me more about business.. such as negotiating.. exposure with people.. and getting around with things to get things done, without having to spend too much money..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than the job scope not being clear to me.. that man actually let me decide how much i wan for pay... -.-""" look, i dont wanna seem like i'm trying to shake money off him, like how i would shake a money tree (if it does exist in real world).. but i seriously dunno at wat price is the market going at, to be doing events.. geez.. anyone to help me? cause niK told me that years ago when he was working for an event, they paid him 100bucks per day for his services. and what now? am i suppose to ask for a good 3000bucks (100 x 30 = 3000) for using my services, especially when i'm nothing but new?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was kinda in a crossroad when i was making a decision to go ahead to work for that man, or to be a P.A for Regina's big boss. see... the issue is with the money i'll be earning.. by working for Regina's big boss, I get to know more about housing properties, and i'll probably earn more than if i were to work for Jeff. cause of the commission.. HOWEVER! if i were to work for Jeff, I get to work out my own schedule. the working hours tend to be a little more flexible.. sigh.. i guess for now, i'll be working for Jeff for awhile to see if my interest lies with business ventures or not.. if not, i'll jus move on to look for another job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-2308755525917685606?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/2308755525917685606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=2308755525917685606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/2308755525917685606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/2308755525917685606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-cant-wait-for-coeus-to-come-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-2391671008214559435</id><published>2008-08-04T00:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T00:15:38.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG! I THINK I'VE GOT A KNOWN BLOGGER OF MY OWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently the very much publicized blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xxvsdy.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-good-read-to-fill-your-time.html"&gt;http://xxvsdy.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-good-read-to-fill-your-time.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been discussing about the bloggers' (xiaxue &amp;amp; dawn yang) spat.. and somehow, it led to dearest &lt;a href="http://www.melliecouture.blogspot.com"&gt;mellie's blog&lt;/a&gt; being somewhat advertised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice~ =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: MEL, TING AND GINA!! please please meet up soon!! i'm dying to meet up with you 3! and since i jus came back from HK, i've got tons of time on my hands! love love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-2391671008214559435?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/2391671008214559435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=2391671008214559435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/2391671008214559435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/2391671008214559435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/08/omg-i-think-ive-got-known-blogger-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-1261036815004529384</id><published>2008-07-22T01:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T02:17:57.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stuck at multiple crossroads</title><content type='html'>hating the changes you made while you were away from your parents, you re-consider going back to where you headed to.. however, this re-consideration got you stuck between here and there... or should i say, i'm neither here, nor there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, discussion with my mom ended with a conclusion that i should stick to my original plan.. and that is to see if any universities in Singapore actually accepts me or not.. if not, i shall jus head back to canada, and continue my university education there, as planned.. however, she would compromise with my decision, only if, i can give her the definite 100% promise that i will be able to get into smu after my 1 year 'break' from studies.. at the same time, she threw me a question..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what if after a year's wait, you're still unable to get into smu, or any other local universities (private not included)? what are you going to do? what's your plan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could've easily said that i would go back to canada, or elsewhere to study.. but wat's the point already? it jus defeats the entire purpose of my 'break', and i'm jus back to square one at the end of the day.. might as well made that decision to go back to canada to study in the first place.. not only does it make me look even dumber, it jus proves my parents right that my decision was wrong in the first place, and that i jus wasted 1 year of my life away.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if smu's admission is based majiority on grades, then i definitely won't be able to make it in, unless my stupid SAT results are EXTREMELY well.. the question is, am i able to do EXTREMELY well for my SAT, if i give it another shot?  another issue, brought up.... smu's expected academic grade entry is 85% and above (expectations from ntu and nus happen to be the same too).. and i'm only at 79.8% with my current Canadian high school diploma, will they still want me? which weighs more to them? SAT? or academic grades?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people would tell me,&lt;br /&gt;"you can easily avoid all these trouble if you jus head back to canada.." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(most likely wat Coeus would say..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but look at wat i have turned into? i abused my freedom while i'm there.. and thing's jus dun seem that right to me now... i mean, i can make changes to my changes.. but how long will that change last? especially when i'm going to be ALONE there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh... i need advices and comments.. please leave comments for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what would you do if you were me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure you guys out there know me well enough.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-1261036815004529384?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/1261036815004529384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=1261036815004529384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/1261036815004529384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/1261036815004529384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/07/stuck-at-multiple-crossroads.html' title='stuck at multiple crossroads'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-3011317952079799866</id><published>2008-07-13T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:19:43.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/SHoN_tH8CrI/AAAAAAAAAxs/z-sB1uuK1r8/s1600-h/unknown.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/SHoN_tH8CrI/AAAAAAAAAxs/z-sB1uuK1r8/s320/unknown.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222502105985321650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously. if you're the person i think you are. please do own up. cause the only person who would do such a thing, would probably be The LITTLE ONE! save your effort, you batty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-3011317952079799866?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/3011317952079799866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=3011317952079799866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/3011317952079799866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/3011317952079799866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/07/seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/SHoN_tH8CrI/AAAAAAAAAxs/z-sB1uuK1r8/s72-c/unknown.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-7024674393279571216</id><published>2008-07-09T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T23:38:19.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ABSOLUTE NAIVENESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just how do you deal with inflation? how do you deal with the increase financial pressure on your country's people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;increase the number of ERPs? at the same time, increase the cost of ERPs? in hope that the people will stop driving and use the public transport more often?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after increasing the cost and price of ERPs, you offer absolutely no subsidies to the public transport sector. instead, you use the money that might be an option for the subsidies to make another campaign for the same purpose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all that increase in oil and grain prices, Mr.-CANNOT-BE-NAMED, had to make a speech about not increasing the peoples' pay to deal with the peoples' current financial pressure, instead insisting on the fact that it will further affect the inflation issue.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS THAT HOW A GOOD &lt;s&gt;GOVERNOR&lt;/s&gt; MAN SHOULD REACT?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;personally, i think the peoples' pay should increase with the percentage of inflation in that year. how the hell does it help when the inflation, oil and grain prices are going up, and you just give us that puny 200 bucks expecting us to feel that it is enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEEZ.... it's so stupid................&lt;br /&gt;argh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-7024674393279571216?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/7024674393279571216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=7024674393279571216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/7024674393279571216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/7024674393279571216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/07/absolute-naiveness-just-how-do-you-deal.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-6268667153385841402</id><published>2008-06-24T01:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T02:35:14.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged by MELLIE, TING, KAISING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;surprisingly tagged by MELLIE, TING, KAISING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules of the Taggy Quiz:&lt;br /&gt;A] People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;B] Tag 8 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by. Continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my answers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. If your best friend betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;instincts will tell me to kill the shit f*** outta that person. but nah..... i'd jus be awfully upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. If you can have a dream come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;to be a blissful, demure, loving, caring and sensible innocent lady my entire life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. If you could be at one place right now, where would it be?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;my bed. dead sleepy, but no.... MELLIE's sad, so i've got to finish this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4. Are you confused as to what lies ahead of you?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;oh geez. not surprising at all if i go tell anyone around me, "hey! i'm confused about my own future." it happens so often. i tend to do stupid things in the midst of the process, so.... it's only natural if i'm confused as to wat lies ahead of me, since i've the tendency to screw things up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5. What's your ideal lover like?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;it'll take forever if i've to list down the characteristics of my ideal lover. as much as i do have a so-called "ideal", i prefer to allow nature to take its course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"each has its own blessings. saying being loved is more blessed is being unfair, for in a relationship, one is bound to love more than the other." (melliecouture.blogspot.com) would love to agree with that, but the first thought that came was to be loved by someone. i'm selfish. so naturally i'd take the easy way out. however, i'm sure if i'm always the taker in a relationship, i'll never live to see the day i walk down the wedding aisle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;how can we be sure if that someone we waited for is the someone we really love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;-  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;depends on the situation (told you i'm selfish) however, i'm pretty sure i'd give up pretty quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9. Is there anything that has made you unhappy these days?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;loads. but move on, bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10. What do you want most in life?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;hell loads. jus to list a few as examples. great health for people around me. stupid young ah bengs/lians to jus be banished from this world, as it irks me to see them around, wearing similar clothes. a successful future. a great character that draws people to me, making networking much easier. (i wont ask for a blissful, loving and happy family, cause i've always had one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#11. Is being tagged fun?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;absolutely.......... not... but well, since i've got nothing much to do, it doesnt pose as any distractions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#12. How do you see yourself in ten years time?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;geez. at the age of 29, i see myself looking into the mirror screaming out for more anti-wrinkle cream to be smacked on my face. lame. well, to be honest, i really have got no idea. but hopefully, i'd be either a successful psychologist or a chairman of some business, a loving mother and a fillial daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#13. Who holds the most importance in your entire life?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;my family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#14. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; all i can say is, to not judge a book by it's cover. there's more to wat's revealed on the surface.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; a complicated yet simple girl, who works hard for watever she wants. a strong, yet gentle girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;she's my idol. YOU ABSOLUTELY ROCK, my dear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#15. Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"HAHAAHAHAHAHAH. a very superficial question." (melliecouture.blogspot.com) absolutely the reaction i gave when i first read the question. i strongly believe in, "money can't buy you true love, true friendship, and true family bond". but that doesnt mean i agree with being married by poor. and then again, it doesnt mean i'd wanna be single and rich. a balance of both would be great! however, if i ever do get married, i wouldnt allow myself to be poor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#16. If you could have any animal for a pet, what would it be ?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; a panda bear that talks, kicks, and humours me. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#17. What are one of those things which you would prefer not to do?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;talking. it always seem to me that the moment i open my mouth, something wrong will come out. but then again, if i dont talk, how would i know if something wrong will come out? damn. see wat i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#18. What kind of person do you think you are?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; short-fused. spoilt. contradicting. dumb. bitchy. rough. wild but enjoys little things in life. straightforward. commitment-phobic. insectophobic. annoying. irritating. liar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;#19. What do you define as a bad day?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;troubles brought forward from yesterday to today, is a bad day to begin with. troubles sprouting out upon the opening of your eyes (e.g. a bad hair day) is a bad day to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#20. If you have to choose between love and friendship, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;i'd simply say, i can't do without both. hence, i wouldnt wanna put myself into a situation whereby i'd have to choose either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 cuties i've to tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;- Coeus (cause i know he likes doing quizzes to pass time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;- Regina (cause she havent done it)&lt;br /&gt;- Kayden (cause he's one i can depend on to help with this things)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day, i've still to depend on my family..... tell me how not to do without them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Michelle Wong Suet Mei (cause you NEED a BLOG to rant!)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Kimberly (cause i havent seen her in a long time)&lt;br /&gt;- Muhua (cause you dun have a blog. make one with jus this post! damn it)&lt;br /&gt;- JH (cause i'm asking a favor from you?)&lt;br /&gt;- 维多利亚大姐！（causei know you read my blog, but you dun tag at my tagboard. so now, TAG! TAG! TAG!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew. finally it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-6268667153385841402?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/6268667153385841402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=6268667153385841402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/6268667153385841402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/6268667153385841402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/06/tagged-by-mellie-ting-kaising.html' title='tagged by MELLIE, TING, KAISING!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-7023259701350243042</id><published>2008-06-24T01:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T01:02:06.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yo, check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.snoopywong.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.snoopywong.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a dog's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s it happens so to be my best friend, Michelle's Maltese. that dumb old hag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-7023259701350243042?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/7023259701350243042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=7023259701350243042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/7023259701350243042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/7023259701350243042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/06/yo-check-this-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-2381350334334998166</id><published>2008-06-18T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T00:33:46.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>recurring thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;recurring nightmares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;lingering fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pathetic jen... pathetic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-2381350334334998166?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/2381350334334998166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=2381350334334998166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/2381350334334998166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/2381350334334998166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/06/recurring-thoughts-recurring-nightmares.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-6925900375371271482</id><published>2008-06-17T05:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T00:42:46.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/SF6Agsn8loI/AAAAAAAAAxU/WqpDyQCZzYE/s1600-h/IMG_3406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/SF6Agsn8loI/AAAAAAAAAxU/WqpDyQCZzYE/s320/IMG_3406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214746717764490882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WAIT'S OVER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;JAVIER's BACK!!! damn that bitch. havent seen him in a long while! FINALLY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-6925900375371271482?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/6925900375371271482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=6925900375371271482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/6925900375371271482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/6925900375371271482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/06/waits-over-javiers-back-damn-that-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/SF6Agsn8loI/AAAAAAAAAxU/WqpDyQCZzYE/s72-c/IMG_3406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-606838408343184145</id><published>2008-06-15T02:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T02:06:56.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lying on my bed for close to 5 hours already..... but still, i can't get to sleep... at all..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knelt in front of the altar for quite some time... jus speaking to God... seeking for guidance from him to make changes in me possible... seeking forgiveness from him for the mistakes i've done that hurt people around me sooo badly..... telling him wat i did. telling him that i got addicted to something called, "lies"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus wat the hell........................................................................... i dun even know myself anymore......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-606838408343184145?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/606838408343184145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=606838408343184145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/606838408343184145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/606838408343184145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/06/lying-on-my-bed-for-close-to-5-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-6761723504341581280</id><published>2008-06-14T22:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T22:18:20.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when i talk about disappointment......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look into the mirror, and know jus who's effed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who and what have i changed myself into.........................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S i'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-6761723504341581280?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/6761723504341581280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=6761723504341581280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/6761723504341581280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/6761723504341581280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-i-look-into-mirror-i-know-jus-whos.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-1896560527306568420</id><published>2008-06-14T17:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T17:52:54.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ingrate</title><content type='html'>i dont even want to talk about wat you did. one word is enough to describe you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INGRATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clueless of the meaning? look into the dictionary. you'll find the description to this word suiting you perfectly fine! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-1896560527306568420?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/1896560527306568420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=1896560527306568420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/1896560527306568420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/1896560527306568420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/06/ingrate.html' title='ingrate'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-1885140864383819702</id><published>2008-06-14T01:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T01:48:54.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disappointment</title><content type='html'>disappointment........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you cry out complaining that people do not dote on you. neither do they care or respect you. but you do think your actions are worth the respect of others? do you think your actions can be mildly considered as the act of a mature 17 year old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me question you then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by disappearing for 2 days, just to get away with going over to Penang with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOUR family&lt;/span&gt;, and missing the day to go pay respects to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOUR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mother&lt;/span&gt;, a justifiable mature gesture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by allowing the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GRANDMOTHER&lt;/span&gt; who dotes on you most, and whom you said you DOTE on MOST, worry about you like crazy, a considerably respectable gesture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by blaming your dad for not paying attention to you, and still pull his fiancee into the picture as an excuse for your immaturity, a logical act for your so-called "grown-up" gesture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by saying that my mom and I are the only 2 people you heed advices and listen to the most, but still after times of warning and talks you still refuse to listen to us, an act of respect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many times people around you talk and care about you, but for these care and concern, y&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ou put them off as "another annoying session of lecture". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many times you made mistakes and people corrected and scolded you for the mistake you made,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; you once again put these scoldings off by thinking, "I did NOT do anything wrong, and they're scolding me yet again..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you before, there's only so much I can take from you.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;especially when it involves your mother.&lt;/span&gt; I absolutely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO NOT&lt;/span&gt; mind if you do not want to go Penang with us. Fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I ABSOLUTELY mind if you DO NOT go pay respects to YOUR VERY OWN MOTHER, even after constant reminders by your dad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;learn to respect others before you complain others don't respect you.&lt;/span&gt; how much respect do you think you've gained so far with your actions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;learn to love your family before you whine that they don't seem to love you.&lt;/span&gt; at the end of the day, it's your family who will still stand by your side. how much they did for you, won't be able to be repaid with your entire life.  friends come and go. how many friends have you lost while growing up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm disappointed.... and I know you know... my mom and I spoke up for you.. we tried to help you as much as we could.. but no....... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chose&lt;/span&gt; to be irresponsible by backing out last minute, causing TONS of trouble for my mom, your dad and uncle.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU chose&lt;/span&gt; to be disrespectful by listening to your father and disappear even when your father told you that you MUST go pay respects to your mom that day.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU chose&lt;/span&gt; to ignore the consequences.. now you face the consequences.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO NOT blame us for being mean, YOU made us this way&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how hard is it to just lead a peaceful life and listening to the elders around you?&lt;br /&gt;are your friends the ones who brought you up?&lt;br /&gt;are your friends the ones who gave you money every time you step out of that door?&lt;br /&gt;are your friends the ones who allowed you shelter and clothes to wear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely thought you grew up to be a little more responsible.. but no.... the feeling you're giving me is such that you're going from bad to worse.. even though I don't say much, there are a lot of things that I know of.. I don't give up on you.. because you're my cousin.. my younger brother.. why don't you realise blood is thicker than water?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-1885140864383819702?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/1885140864383819702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=1885140864383819702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/1885140864383819702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/1885140864383819702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/06/disappointment.html' title='disappointment'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-3729086414066013610</id><published>2008-06-04T16:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T16:51:11.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7VeU8QQ8LMs"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7VeU8QQ8LMs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still the love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-3729086414066013610?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/3729086414066013610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=3729086414066013610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/3729086414066013610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/3729086414066013610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/06/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-8068014370951714074</id><published>2008-06-03T02:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T02:36:19.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:250%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;marquee&gt; HAPPY BIRTHDAY MELLIE HAPPY BIRTHDAY MELLIE HAPPY BIRTHDAY MELLIE &lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;marquee&gt; happy birthday happy birthday happy birthday happy birthday happy birthday &lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;marquee&gt; HAPPY BIRTHDAY MELLIE HAPPY BIRTHDAY MELLIE HAPPY BIRTHDAY MELLIE &lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;marquee&gt; happy birthday happy birthday happy birthday happy birthday happy birthday &lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUGS AND KISSES TO YOU MY DEAR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna meet up with you, Ting and Regina la!!!! see you bitches soon yea?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love ya, my &lt;s&gt;old biatch&lt;/s&gt; darling!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-8068014370951714074?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/8068014370951714074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=8068014370951714074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/8068014370951714074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/8068014370951714074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-mellie-happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-5339932656788500971</id><published>2008-06-02T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T02:15:48.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;good-bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-5339932656788500971?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/5339932656788500971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=5339932656788500971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/5339932656788500971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/5339932656788500971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-7931234873483272572</id><published>2008-05-21T21:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T21:32:38.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey noobs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:400%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M BACK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-7931234873483272572?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/7931234873483272572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=7931234873483272572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/7931234873483272572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/7931234873483272572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey-noobs-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-5888498254153233061</id><published>2008-05-20T03:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T03:48:11.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm not pissed. not at all. i'm feeling nothing. it's weird how i'm feeling nothing. HA   HA   HA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GREATEST JOKER OF THE YEAR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; WOOOOOOO~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-5888498254153233061?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/5888498254153233061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=5888498254153233061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/5888498254153233061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/5888498254153233061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-not-pissed-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-1360717620544511549</id><published>2008-05-16T08:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T09:19:08.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well known fact: I can be an absolute bitch if I want to. i do watever i please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in any case, i think i should express the dismay i have within me. I shall however, be nice while doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;firstly&lt;/span&gt;, I appreciate the fact that someone drops by and tell me he/she heard something about me. and actually patronising my blog. wow, how honoured can I be? shall tell my ex roommate that we're noticed by people we dont even seem to bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;secondly&lt;/span&gt;, the reason why I do not say anything, is because I dun see a reason to explain to someone who doesnt even put his/her name while tagging my board, instead using a nickname hoping that no one will find out who he/she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thirdly&lt;/span&gt;, just a clarification for God-knows-who might have misunderstood. there is absolutely nothing about the question that bothers me. the only thing that bothers me is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt;, it would be very much appreciated if you STOP addressing me by my full name like you know me absolutely well. excuse me, I really wonder if i do actually know someone as immature as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt;, please DO NOT tell me wat to do, and wat not to do when you do not even have the guts to introduce yourself properly. oh yea, I can't drink alcohol for nuts. i get absolutely HIGH and DRUNK after a bottle of Corona that screams 5% of alcohol. i should heed advice from you i'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your attention is very much appreciated. however, a bad host I am, you're gonna stop patronising this blog of mine. aww. how sad is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indifference is the final statement. imbecility is the last straw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-1360717620544511549?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/1360717620544511549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=1360717620544511549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/1360717620544511549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/1360717620544511549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/05/well-known-fact-i-can-be-absolute-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-4741113494357954807</id><published>2008-05-12T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T21:28:36.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>people are trying to feed me. like really. cause i've been having a bad stomach which refuses to eat, but on the other hand, my brain keeps wanting to eat. the outcome? a bad gastric. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, guess the food offered in school's too nasty i cant bring myself to eat. but, sometimes it's nice, and i still cant bring myself to eat. damn it, wat an oxymoron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, life's been good. and exams are jus right about the corner. can't wait to get it done and finish it properly. it's been a while since i've updated. but i dunno wat to say. but i sure have to say....... I MISS YOU ALL!! my family. my friends. my lovers. my slaves. my..... etc... etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out. lata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-4741113494357954807?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/4741113494357954807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=4741113494357954807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/4741113494357954807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/4741113494357954807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/05/people-are-trying-to-feed-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-5247128615895171077</id><published>2008-05-02T12:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T12:26:36.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>do you sometimes used profanities but not realized it until someone points it out to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however even after pointing that out to you, you still deny the fact that you did not use it, because you've used profanities so habitually it became so natural?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or, do you sometimes give "attitude" because you're unhappy with that someone or something, but just can't seem to figure out why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know someone like that. and i know that someone so darn well, it seems just like a reflection of me in the mirror.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-5247128615895171077?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/5247128615895171077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=5247128615895171077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/5247128615895171077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/5247128615895171077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/05/do-you-sometimes-used-profanities-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-601892654253841556</id><published>2008-05-02T11:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T11:26:17.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a first 100% in my entire life for test!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a 100% for my FAMILY STUDIES TEST! woots!! "it was really the easiest [she] ever gave anyways.." (quoted from Mrs Ward)&lt;br /&gt;well, but still i'm happy about it!!! gonna work for my other 100% during my final exams!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but shit. when it comes to econs, i suck big time. had a test, and there's this 1 BIG QUESTION THAT TOTALLY KILLED ME! all questions are somehow related to one another and there's this table i've to fill out... i couldnt get one of the part in the table, and wasnt able to do all the other questions. just when i found out how to do the part, my teacher said, "Jen, give me your paper. time's up." and i ended up not filling out the part.. i'm so gonna fail the test. however, i think it's expected. considering the fact that i'm always confused with this theory and that. just not economically and mathematically inclined.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-601892654253841556?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/601892654253841556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=601892654253841556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/601892654253841556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/601892654253841556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-100-in-my-entire-life-for-test-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-3375367911921696556</id><published>2008-04-30T10:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T04:54:10.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Kuanli Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a seeker of knowledge, and you have learned many things in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are also a keeper of knowledge - meaning you don't spill secrets or spread gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People sometimes think you're snobby or aloof, but you're just too deep in thought to pay attention to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very lucky person. Things just always seem to go your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because you're so lucky, you don't really have a lot of worries. You just hope for the best in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're sometimes a little guilty of being greedy. Spread your luck around a little to people who need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;true and false all in small essay! =D true or not. you decide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-3375367911921696556?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/3375367911921696556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=3375367911921696556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/3375367911921696556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/3375367911921696556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-kuanli-means-you-are-seeker-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-1752890155284989336</id><published>2008-04-30T04:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T04:33:03.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Naturally Beautiful people....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can easily say that they say NO to plastic surgery and somehow belittle those who've undergone the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it is not as easy for people who have been bullied throughout their childhood and/or adolescent years due to their looks. isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, people who are naturally beautiful might also undergo plastic surgery because they want to look better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydea was telling me quite a while ago, that there's this Korean entertainment show that does a make-over for a few well-known stars. These make-overs, are actually done to make the celebrities look "ugly" (*ugliness is totally subjective). For example, they made this celebrity, Lee Hyori look very obese and go around walking on the streets asking for help. and the reaction she got was people shunning away from her because they thought she was ugly. don't you think it's totally like the 200 pounds beauty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I do discourage people to undergo plastic surgery, (although sometimes i do want it myself... but anyways...) but I definitely do not put them down! especially when they've got the courage to admit that they've been through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..... I seriously don't know why did I even thought about plastic surgery..... Can't remember why also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, I've been pretty slack and all, I feel, judging from the amount of work I've been doing. (nothing)&lt;br /&gt;just can't figure why I can't seem to find motivation to do my work either. but well, what needs to be done, has to be done. shall go have dinner and prepare for my coming family studies test tmr. I'm aiming for a 100% this time!!  (well, that's probably the only reason why I work so damn hard for the tests.) alrit. be gone now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-1752890155284989336?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/1752890155284989336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=1752890155284989336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/1752890155284989336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/1752890155284989336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/04/naturally-beautiful-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-1603599021496702357</id><published>2008-04-29T12:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T12:48:33.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alrit. updates!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROM '08!! BEST PROM EVER ATTENDED!! WOOTS!! great music! great people!! just a few shots to share with you people out there! more of it to come! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/SBankv3xF-I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/QCnnfZhaAPA/s1600-h/n731970012_2746394_1264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/SBankv3xF-I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/QCnnfZhaAPA/s320/n731970012_2746394_1264.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194523469985945570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/SBanlP3xF_I/AAAAAAAAAwY/zNFpLGJF5xY/s1600-h/n731970012_2746562_3929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/SBanlP3xF_I/AAAAAAAAAwY/zNFpLGJF5xY/s320/n731970012_2746562_3929.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194523478575880178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/SBanlP3xGAI/AAAAAAAAAwg/BfM4ifFnooM/s1600-h/n731970012_2746409_5908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/SBanlP3xGAI/AAAAAAAAAwg/BfM4ifFnooM/s320/n731970012_2746409_5908.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194523478575880194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Booze!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/SBanlf3xGBI/AAAAAAAAAwo/_A4c_yAqCnA/s1600-h/Photo0390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/SBanlf3xGBI/AAAAAAAAAwo/_A4c_yAqCnA/s320/Photo0390.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194523482870847506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Narcissist..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/SBanlv3xGCI/AAAAAAAAAww/ms_X_lqjpgA/s1600-h/n731970012_2746421_9755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/SBanlv3xGCI/AAAAAAAAAww/ms_X_lqjpgA/s320/n731970012_2746421_9755.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194523487165814818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rapper, who got the girls stuck to him like GLUE! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MELTING ME(REGINA): i'm going back end may!! HOWEVER!!! i can't go out till june 15th!! because because...... i'd be taking my SAT Subject tests on june 7th!! and will be leaving on june 8th for a week!!! but i'd call you girls over, when i'm back!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! why must it be MelTing Me? why can't it be MelTing JenNa? since, Mel is Mel. Ting is Ting. Jen is Jen. and Na is NaNa? hmmmm....... *i think i'm gonna be scolded lame for watever i jus said. LOL*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-1603599021496702357?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/1603599021496702357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=1603599021496702357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/1603599021496702357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/1603599021496702357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/04/alrit_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/SBankv3xF-I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/QCnnfZhaAPA/s72-c/n731970012_2746394_1264.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-1470778419161245595</id><published>2008-04-24T12:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T12:14:57.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got back my psych test!! And well, not too good though. Expected a higher mark for that, but when I asked my teacher, she told me, "Jen, you're not perfect. Don't be asking for extra marks now, cause if you really want to make me go through your paper, I might just dock off a mark or two here and there." Alrit. Fine fine, my answers are not impressive. But shit. You couldn't point out how come I lost 0.5 marks in that question, and you couldn't tell me why did you dock off another 0.5 marks on the other question. I mean, yes, it sound little. But I've got a freaking 55/60, and I certainly think i deserve more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;55/60 = 91.66%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...... forget it. better not risk being docked off those other few marks. oh, and i just got back my results for my child abuse presentation. an impressive &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;30/30 = 100%. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;*WEE YEW WEET*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice. I'm glad I didn't read things off the paper, even though it was right before me. I only referred to it when I can't remember certain points!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s Daddy, mummy, you should be happy now yea? But wait till I get back my econs. I'd let you both have the excitement and joy for now. Hopefully I won't get marks too jaw-dropping for you both. heh. *smiles sheepishly* &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I told you business ain't for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-1470778419161245595?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/1470778419161245595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=1470778419161245595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/1470778419161245595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/1470778419161245595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/04/got-back-my-psych-test-and-well-not-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-6021702144824390331</id><published>2008-04-23T11:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T12:08:03.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Going on a diet, strict diet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROUND FACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG ARMS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUGE WAIST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THICK THIGHS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better get back to diet mode before I'm labelled as a bloody fat bitch (considering few who calls me that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s NO! I'm not anorexic, nor am I becoming one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! and something happened to MY &lt;s&gt;computer&lt;/s&gt; internet yesterday! went online and off... and suddenly couldnt go up again. So, INGRID MI AMOR!!! Perdón!!! TE QUIERO MUCHO MUCHO MUCHO WEE!!! Sorry to keep you waiting, only to go offline and shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-6021702144824390331?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/6021702144824390331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=6021702144824390331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/6021702144824390331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/6021702144824390331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/04/going-on-diet-strict-diet-round-face.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-2615483427877208811</id><published>2008-04-23T10:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T10:33:31.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alrit. This is ridiculous. I actually went to Jackson Square to get fake lashes to try out how it looks on me. I kept trying and trying, but to no avail!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mellie!!  If you're reading this, please tell me you'll teach me how to put on fake lashes. I'm so curious how I'd look with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-2615483427877208811?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/2615483427877208811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=2615483427877208811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/2615483427877208811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/2615483427877208811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/04/alrit.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-3534246063983629214</id><published>2008-04-20T07:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T07:03:04.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleeding Love</title><content type='html'>a song that speaks nothing but words, that touches my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/VeUa9cGHV1/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/VeUa9cGHV1/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Bleeding Love"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closed off from love&lt;br /&gt;I didn't need the pain&lt;br /&gt;Once or twice was enough&lt;br /&gt;And it was all in vain&lt;br /&gt;Time starts to pass&lt;br /&gt;Before you know it you're frozen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something happened&lt;br /&gt;For the very first time with you&lt;br /&gt;My heart melts into the ground&lt;br /&gt;Found something true&lt;br /&gt;And everyone's looking round&lt;br /&gt;Thinking I'm going crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't care what they say&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with you&lt;br /&gt;They try to pull me away&lt;br /&gt;But they don't know the truth&lt;br /&gt;My heart's crippled by the vein&lt;br /&gt;That I keep on closing&lt;br /&gt;You cut me open and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;I keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;I keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;You cut me open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying hard not to hear&lt;br /&gt;But they talk so loud&lt;br /&gt;Their piercing sounds fill my ears&lt;br /&gt;Try to fill me with doubt&lt;br /&gt;Yet I know that the goal&lt;br /&gt;Is to keep me from falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nothing's greater&lt;br /&gt;Than the rush that comes with your embrace&lt;br /&gt;And in this world of loneliness&lt;br /&gt;I see your face&lt;br /&gt;Yet everyone around me&lt;br /&gt;Thinks that I'm going crazy, maybe, maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't care what they say&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with you&lt;br /&gt;They try to pull me away&lt;br /&gt;But they don't know the truth&lt;br /&gt;My heart's crippled by the vein&lt;br /&gt;That I keep on closing&lt;br /&gt;You cut me open and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;I keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;I keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;You cut me open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's draining all of me&lt;br /&gt;Oh they find it hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;I'll be wearing these scars&lt;br /&gt;For everyone to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what they say&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with you&lt;br /&gt;They try to pull me away&lt;br /&gt;But they don't know the truth&lt;br /&gt;My heart's crippled by the vein&lt;br /&gt;That I keep on closing&lt;br /&gt;You cut me open and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;I keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;I keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;You cut me open and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;I keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;I keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;You cut me open and I&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-3534246063983629214?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/3534246063983629214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=3534246063983629214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/3534246063983629214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/3534246063983629214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/04/bleeding-love_20.html' title='Bleeding Love'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-1383562207207594156</id><published>2008-04-18T04:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T10:28:14.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!  I can't speak ENGLISH!</title><content type='html'>ever found yourself speaking to someone with the same language, but you don't even know they are speaking in the language that's same as yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English, a worldwide language that's known to be the "common" language. through experiences, I've noticed the fact that, with different accents, we have difficulties understanding another's english at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I first came to CIC, I was so full of Singaporean Accent, it made it difficult for people to understand. but does that mean my standard of English is bad? I certainly would beg to differ. It just means that my accents' too thick, that's why people have difficulties understanding me! Don't believe me?&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself if you're able to understand the Carribeans' english? The Trinidadians'. Or even, the British english, considering the fact that they colonized so many countries.&lt;br /&gt;hence, by saying that Singaporeans' can't speak english, is totally absurd and honestly insulting to us, Singaporeans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eYuIg7Tnc7g&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eYuIg7Tnc7g&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got so difficult to understand our english not? whoa lao eh, like that say us, cannot leh. *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I'd like to make it very very clear to people &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WORLDWIDE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that We, Singaporeans, may not be able to speak as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WELL&lt;/span&gt;, and as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UNDERSTANDABLE&lt;/span&gt; as the Americans, Australians, British or Canadians. However, we take it in our pride that Singlish is what makes us unique!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That guy right there who said he stayed in Singapore for 2 months, I'm really certain that it's either he's deaf, or he's just out to really make fun of us, Singaporeans! While watching that short clip, I was wondering if he can speak that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOOD&lt;/span&gt; of the language that I'd drop dead with immediate effect cause I'm too impressed with the kind of English that he speaks! *roll eyes* geez. In Singapore, we have people who are educated under different languages at home! Some are Chinese-educated. Some English-educated. Some are educated in their own Dialects!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Taiwan, I'm sure you, Taiwanese have people who are from another province of the country that CAN'T SPEAK Mandarin all that well! Or, they speak Mandarin that's not UNDERSTANDABLE to You? GO FIGURE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It certainly infuriates me that people are making such &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INTENTIONAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; insults to us, Singaporeans! What do you mean when you say that we call &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uncles, and Aunties&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ancle, Anty"&lt;/span&gt;? or that we have that stupid accent that you said we have when we say "TISU PAE-PE", &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"PEKK-NUN" &lt;/span&gt;when we're just saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pregnant.&lt;/span&gt; Or, the one with the "HA-Ri~ UP!", when we meant &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hurry Up&lt;/span&gt;. Excuse me, yet again. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;WE DO NOT SPEAK WITH ACCENT AS UGLY AS THE WAY YOU MADE IT OUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO NOT&lt;/span&gt; try to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEFAME&lt;/span&gt; or put us down by saying we can't speak English when we people can still understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not allow me to suggest what you should do?&lt;br /&gt;Go take English courses to improve your English! Think your English is good? Think again! I don't find it all &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; difficult to understand English that are spoken with different accents (e.g African, Canadian, American, British, Taiwanese, Chinese, Carribean, Mexican, etc....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By basing your statement from those few people you've interacted with, is just as shallow as saying, "ALL Americans speak good english" when there's a handful of them who flung their english exams. By acting all intelligent doesn't make you one. take a break if you've gotten to used to acting, you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;annoyingly abhorrent bunch of IGNORANT HYPOCRITES!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taiwan producers of that particular show, had better write a letter apologizing to all Singaporeans around the world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-1383562207207594156?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/1383562207207594156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=1383562207207594156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/1383562207207594156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/1383562207207594156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/04/omg-i-cant-speak-english.html' title='OMG!  I can&apos;t speak ENGLISH!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-3655058415855361100</id><published>2008-04-18T04:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T04:04:17.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>offers offers!!</title><content type='html'>more like a sense of relief than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally received the conditional offers from University of Guelph, and York University today. in addition to McMaster University (the mail package have yet to be received, even though they email-ed me!) and Trent University which i received weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATS to me. however, still a long way to go. as usual, my target is ever changing (which is bad), so SMU, NTU and NUS, are my target right now. sigh. SAT's coming in less than 3 weeks. and I'm still piled up with a pile of reports, and presentations. sigh......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-3655058415855361100?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/3655058415855361100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=3655058415855361100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/3655058415855361100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/3655058415855361100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/04/offers-offers.html' title='offers offers!!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-3276747244644706517</id><published>2008-04-17T11:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T12:18:53.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another Gillian Chung in the making?</title><content type='html'>so here it is. a scam to cheat on the innocent of multiple naive, gullible, idealistic, and girls who overlook the subtle message that lies within the beautiful words of those who're trying to cheat on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's currently someone that goes around adding people, especially girls! God knows how they got the emails. anyway, they will go around saying stuff to you, which you'd be easily taken in for. let me give a possible example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;let' call the Scammers, S (also for suckers). and the girls, G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S: Hi, how are you doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G: who is this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S: I am a talent scout, and currently scouting for girls who are eligible for the DOLCE &amp;amp; GABBANA photo shoot. Apparently, *I received a recommendation of you/*I came across FACEBOOK and spotted you. Thus, I thought I'd try to contact you in order to know more about you, and see if you're really suited for the photo shoot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;obviously still in excitement with the idea about photo shooting for DOLCE &amp;amp; GABBANA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: OH REALLY?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S: Yes, other than the photo shoot, you'd also get $2000 after you're done with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another wave of excitement overwhelms with the idea of having $2000 bucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: so how do i go about doing things to see if I'm suited for the shoot or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S: Yes, according to our policy, we need to take a look at the lady's figure because this photo shoot involve some form of nudity. To ensure the quality of the talents that we send in for the shoot, it's best we do our own panel of judgement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*S initiates webcam, and G accepts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S: oh, you're a really beautiful girl. one of the most I might've seen after scouting for so long. can i have your personal details, please? just to fill out the form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*G gives SPECIFIC details*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G: thanks. so what do i do now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S: please stand up and let me take a look at your figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*G stands up*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S: it's not clear enough, would you take off your clothes, please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*G takes off clothes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S: It'd be better if you take off your bra and panties for a better view, as this photo shoot involves nudity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*G takes off bra and undies, baring it all while S is their wanking the hell outta himself .*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from our perspective, we'd not fall for it. but many girls have been victims of such scam. as nice as it sounds, we should first think:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would DOLCE &amp;amp; GABBANA, a world known brand would go around on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FACEBOOK&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt; to scout talents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's obvious enough that a known brand wouldn't do such a thing! and the thing is, you don't know who's on the other end of the computer. you don't know how many people are watching you. you dont know if he's taping the entire process of you stripping! I'm sure you girls wouldn't want to be the next Gillian (just without Edison Chen being in it, *ahem*), right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so think &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;straight!&lt;/span&gt; and think &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; most of all, think &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REALISTICALLY, NOT IDEALISTICALLY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; i really wonder what those girls do after they realise it's a scam. or they just might not realise it at all, until they find themselves being laughed at by some boys in their school who desperately surf the internet for porn and chance upon their film/photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ladies, please be careful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; guys have all the sweet tongue in the world, because they degrade us women as some bimbos, who are of intelligence that's disgustingly low, and would fall for every trick they throw at us. so, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PROVE THEM WE'RE NOT!&lt;/span&gt; and that they're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;AWFULLY WRONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by trying to trick us innocent women, whom they think are dumb, makes them dumber. cause they cant seem to outsmart people around them, that's why they seek people who they &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are dumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MALES. when do they ever learn.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: and no. i'm not a victim of such scam. cause I know I don't have to degrade myself by baring it all in front of some perverts, in the name of talent scouting/modelling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-3276747244644706517?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/3276747244644706517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=3276747244644706517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/3276747244644706517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/3276747244644706517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-gillian-chung-in-making.html' title='another Gillian Chung in the making?'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-6818649215652106303</id><published>2008-04-14T09:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T09:25:32.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's Joyce's birthday today!&lt;br /&gt;so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOYCE!!!!&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;yeap! there's pictures that'll be uploaded soon! cause it's not in my cellphone, nor did i bring my camera along with me today. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! and i've got this 2 "new" nicknames!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 装正眉 (pretty girl wanna-be)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 长腋毛 (long armpit hair) -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap. weird aye? but hilarious though! i dont know where those nicknames come from, but i guess i've got a bunch of random people, with random thoughts around me. which kinda add colours to my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, gonna head back to books since i've been out and not studying much.&lt;br /&gt;look forward to the pictures yea?! =D (you guys will be seeing a big belly of mine for sure! cause many have said that i've grown fatter already!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-6818649215652106303?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/6818649215652106303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=6818649215652106303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/6818649215652106303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/6818649215652106303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-joyces-birthday-today-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-4257201418814798266</id><published>2008-04-13T10:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T10:27:59.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>motivation? none.</title><content type='html'>once again, i find myself not having the motivation to study. stupid raging hormones. no ideas about how to do my Psychology essay is surfacing even though i was sitting in front of my computer for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for my math practice for the upcoming test on monday, i'm still not doing enough at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention my upcoming presentations, essays and tests, during the next week or two. it's obscenely packed, but why do i find myself still slacking around? why do i still find no motivation? why do i find myself unable to solve easy questions even though i've done it over and over again before? why do i still find myself in a time management conflict?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geez!!! i feel like such an ass not studying. gonna try to head back to the books right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-4257201418814798266?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/4257201418814798266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=4257201418814798266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/4257201418814798266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/4257201418814798266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/04/once-again-i-find-myself-not-having.html' title='motivation? none.'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-9096817385628708280</id><published>2008-04-12T12:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T12:07:25.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>know when to shut up. please and thank you.</title><content type='html'>i feel fat. and indeed i look fatter than usual!!&lt;br /&gt;i look like a pig, not literally one. but soon to be if i go on gaining weight. but it sure is cold outside, yet again. where's the supposed Spring season?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! today, i think i was a total bitch!&lt;br /&gt;having my usual mood swings, i simply put it out upon people around me. argh! but really, just leave me alone, and quit asking me to smile, and not feel stress. or just question about what's wrong with me, and why am i feeling so frustrated. Leaving me alone, is the best solution. especially when i already asked you to keep quiet. for once, and the 2nd time. if i have to say it the 3rd time, you better know how to really keep your mouth shut, and stop thinking that i'm playing with you, cause i'm dead serious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-9096817385628708280?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/9096817385628708280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=9096817385628708280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/9096817385628708280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/9096817385628708280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-feel-fat.html' title='know when to shut up. please and thank you.'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-5610110535064039058</id><published>2008-04-08T11:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T10:20:26.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lend us your ears.</title><content type='html'>geez. after having this skin for a couple of days, i kinda miss the skin i had before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_rpdAtMe6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/Fk5wOmOYlv4/s1600-h/blogskin.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_rpdAtMe6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/Fk5wOmOYlv4/s320/blogskin.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186714605485587362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one that screams nothing more than just simplicity itself. aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;*warning: long post after so long! read it only when you're free and ready to waste your life away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i was reading one of my past post regarding the complains of an average typical teenager. it was about how parents are inquisitive about their kids' whereabouts, and life.&lt;br /&gt;about how parents try to instill their dreams, ideals and expectations into their kids.&lt;br /&gt;and about how some things when forcibly pressured on their children, it is harmful to the relationship between parent and child, not only does it cause the child to be more distant, they tend to keep to themselves knowing that when they do speak about their ideas, perspective and basically, how they feel towards certain issues that are happening around them, will be rejected; if not, a taboo when spoken of.&lt;br /&gt;even after 3 years since that post was made, i still stand still with that comment i've made back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents are concerned about their kids' whereabout is because they care and want to know if they are in safe hands. however, to be questioning to know and to be inquisitive is very much different. i believe most adolescents nowadays do not like the fact that their parents are asking too much into their lives and about who they hang out with. i mean, i feel strongly about it when my parents do ask about who i'm going out with, and where i'm going. yes, it is concern. yes, it is definitely and totally right of them to be asking. but then again, because i've been staying in Canada fdor 2 years already, i find it pretty weird when i'm being questioned about my whereabouts. especially when i'm leaving my house, and for 2 years, no one have been there to question about my whereabouts. i basically go out and come home as and when i want to, without anyone there to answer to. it totally mystifies me sometimes about how my parents question about where i'm going and who i'm going out with. why does it mystify me? because ever since they sent me to Canada, i've been alone and taking care of myself. considering the fact that Canada is a total different culture and a place that somehow offer less security than there is in Singapore. to be real honest, i get somehow irritated when my parents question me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parents sometimes think and keep thinking that we children, are not thinking for them at all. we're not putting ourselves in their shoes. but i really would like to beg to differ. most kids, who are about 18 and above, would understand their parents' concerns. (especially if they are very bonded with the family) however, sometimes parents should get out of their own shoes and think about how we feel about certain issues. i would be really happy to know that my parents are trying to establish a common language with me. for example, instead of making a discussion, "THE talk", why not try another approach? like making the supposed TALK to become just a casual conversation which allows each own perspective to flow and be discussed? if it is approaching sensitive issues which you parents might dislike or feel strongly against, why not try to hear your kid out? let them talk instead of you talking. afterall, it is their life they're leading, and will be leading. parents always say they want to guide their children to the right path. but wat really is the right path? and wat really is right for us? we may be young, and yes children will always be children in the eyes of their parents. but still, decisions are wat we should learn to make. make decisions now, if it's wrong, pull out and learn to make a better decision as we grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;有时让我们碰碰钉子,也是件好事！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i truly feel strongly against parents who tries to forcibly pressure their children out of something, even though their children might feel strongly about the whole thing they are involved in. how do parents forcibly pressure children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some ways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) threaten to ground or take away something from them (e.g allowances, holidays, phone, laptop, etc..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) giving them THE RESTRICTION (e.g. "YOU SHOULDN'T DO THAT! IT'S WRONG!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) Contempt and disregard (e.g "YOU THINK YOU'RE SO SMART TO BE MAKING THAT DECISION/CHOICE YOU MADE? YOU'RE TOO YOUNG TO KNOW WAT YOU'RE DOING!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by making us feel stupid wont do any good to you either. our ability to make decisions for our own should be lauded, not disregarded. give us some respect that we're learning, and if you think our choice made was stupid, keep it to yourself and discuss the situation with us. we'd listen. one thing adolescents feel strongly about is the amount of respect they earn from people around them, especially parents. why else would they do so much to earn the respect of their peers? by listening to what they have to say, may serve as a good purpose for the parent-child relationship. it allows them to feel more comfortable with opening up to you. Most parents from what I've learned and known, would like to know about what and how their children are doing and thinking. by rejecting their ideas, their comments and their troubles, it's as good as disregarding them. you adults have your own problems, and we have our own problems. when we don't disregard your problem, don't disregard ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i believe that parents should realise that YOUTH is POWERFUL. this is the time we can truly have fun without considering so much. (as we grow, things get complicated, and there's more things to be considered) by tying us down at home, telling us to study, study and STUDY, ain't gonna do us any good. our current society is looking for people who balances their IQ and EQ. think about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;children, on the other hand, should try to understand more about their parents' concerns. they don't ground you or do things for no reason. they ground you and do things for you, because they care about you. if you want to be respected by your parents, don't do stupid things that will get you into trouble. how can you earn respect from your parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) be realistic and not TOTALLY idealistic. know your goals and your aims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) grades. it's a really good way for parents to know that you can manage your leisure time and academic well. (it shows tinge of maturity)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) don't be talking bullshit, or as if you're a Mr/Ms know-it-all. you dont know as much about life as your parents does, so sometimes, just stfu and listen to what they have to say. talking bullshit and i do mean bullshit. sometimes even if it might sound utterly intelligent to you, it's total rubbish and a waste of breath of others. you give them to respect, you do and handle your own things well, you gain the respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) don't be screaming and shouting like a kid when they don't agree with you. or you just don't get what you want. think about how you feel when you see a kid screaming and shouting at the grocery/departmental store. you look just like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) WORKS BEST! for me, i must say i'm really fortunate that my parents don't demand much with my grades and allows me to handle my academic life myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i've got so much to say. as an adolescent, as a student, as a daughter, i know how i want to be treated. i wanna be treated with respect. i wanna be treated like a 19 year old instead of a 16. GONE are the days when i scream and shout like a mad kid, because i can't get my way.&lt;br /&gt;GONE are the days when i was irresponsible with whatever i was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these might sound shallow/naive, but then again, it's my perspective of how parents should be, and how children should be. at least give it a thought about what i've said, cause this whole entry here is triggered off by the fact that i attended a Teenage Talk for Parents. if you're a parent, think about how you were feeling about issues, when you were at our age. but don't use YOUR era to compare with kids of our CURRENT era. Environment plays a HUGE role to the behaviour and mindset of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To all Children in the world:&lt;br /&gt;It's tough being a parent. It's even tougher to be a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;GOOD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;parent. you'd know when your time comes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all Parents in the world:&lt;br /&gt;As much as it's hard on your guys, it's hard for us teenagers too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;BANG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; and suddenly, we're in the Real world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-5610110535064039058?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/5610110535064039058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=5610110535064039058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/5610110535064039058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/5610110535064039058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/04/geez.html' title='lend us your ears.'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_rpdAtMe6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/Fk5wOmOYlv4/s72-c/blogskin.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-6127181263099652960</id><published>2008-04-07T14:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T15:37:01.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>罗志祥 - 我不会唱歌</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fyti-mv_D2o&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fyti-mv_D2o&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current fav.&lt;br /&gt;会唱情歌的人，不一定懂得如何去爱。&lt;br /&gt;我们都会唱情歌，但我们都无法把爱说出口。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont quite understand what that mean though. hmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-6127181263099652960?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/6127181263099652960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=6127181263099652960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/6127181263099652960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/6127181263099652960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='罗志祥 - 我不会唱歌'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-3744198139636109060</id><published>2008-04-05T16:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T16:19:16.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new blog skin</title><content type='html'>just like the title says... FINALLY a NEW blogskin after a long time of procrastinating. i thought this was kinda nice cause of the whole layout, the song, and the overall feel of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but really,&lt;br /&gt;this skin aint chosen because i'm feeling as lonely as the image says. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will update real soon. it's damn late now, and i still aint sleeping. damn! anyways, lata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-3744198139636109060?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/3744198139636109060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=3744198139636109060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/3744198139636109060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/3744198139636109060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-blog-skin.html' title='new blog skin'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-7488889668491900612</id><published>2008-04-04T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T13:02:24.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:400%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-7488889668491900612?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/7488889668491900612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=7488889668491900612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/7488889668491900612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/7488889668491900612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-know-i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-184285382226918486</id><published>2008-04-04T12:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T13:32:48.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>have you ever experience the whole feeling that no matter how you ogle at another guy/girl, that guy/girl is just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANOTHER&lt;/span&gt; guy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have. and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BIG TIME&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i havent spoken about a guy whom i've known and know. a guy whom i personally think he's HOT, CUTE and basically SILLY, but definitely to my liking. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lets call him D.&lt;/span&gt; well, remember wat i just said about the feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to ogle at one of the judo seniors whenever we had combine judo training. but the feeling that i had then were just like i was idolizing someone. and after the training, i'd just leave things as they are; i know who he is, we dont talk. an idol is just an idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; D&lt;/span&gt; was different.&lt;br /&gt;when i first met &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;, i thought he was totally cute and charming. and sure he is. the weird thing was, after i had my eyes on him, he never really did get outta my mind. it wasnt just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANOTHER&lt;/span&gt; guy i thought was cute/hot/charming etc etc.... i mean, i was barely 14 then. how many guys do you think i thought was cute/hot/charming etc etc. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so please dont take me as a classic bimbo. thank you.  &lt;/span&gt;geez.&lt;br /&gt;till this day, as i'm turning 19 this year, i still feel the same way as i used to. damn. he sure is good-looking to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you people out there had experience like mine before? hmm......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-184285382226918486?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/184285382226918486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=184285382226918486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/184285382226918486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/184285382226918486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/04/have-you-ever-experience-whole-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-7797760109163780711</id><published>2008-04-02T08:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T13:51:09.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;remember the time you looked at someone of the opposite sex, and your jaw dropped halfway but still eager to exclaim, "OMG! HE'S SOOOO HOT!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;geez KIMMI! you got me recalling about a guy whom i DONT even know!! (as in, i don't know him in person, but i do know who he is. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i've recently reflected upon my life, yet again. (i do that once every so often cause i don't wanna be feeling like i'm nowhere near the maturity level of people my age.) and i realise, i really havent done anything that requires much effort, nor have i done anything productive! jus the thought about this had caused me insomnia just a few nights ago. geez. not impressed. not at all. but i'm gearing up my engines to get on with my studies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just recently also, i feel the urgency to lose weight! looking back at the pictures i used to take when i was visibly slimmer, it made me feel a little inferior with my current appearance (compared with how it used to be). it also got me thinking about my height. i personally would wanna be taller (168cm; i'm standing at only 160cm) so i would allow my secret desire to have at least the opportunity to take over me. however, given the circumstance now, it's not possible at all. i'm over the puberty stage where changes of our body is made rapidly and drastically. it's soo annoying every time i look at myself in the mirror and feel the urge to wear heels because i'm short, and not because i feel like it. sigh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i lack in physical attributes, i might as well work on my character! but oh no..... i'm so not feminine, or gentle. nor am i angelic at all!! damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from academic, to physical attributes (highlight: HEIGHT), to personality, i'm way off track. it's time people, it's time!!! but first, it's STUDIES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i do need these things as a wake up call. heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Appreciation &amp;amp; Humbleness. i shall learn these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-7797760109163780711?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/7797760109163780711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=7797760109163780711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/7797760109163780711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/7797760109163780711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/04/remember-time-you-looked-at-someone-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-7291478891733947515</id><published>2008-03-27T10:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T11:00:02.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/singaporeseen/viewContent.jsp?id=16523"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/singaporeseen/viewContent.jsp?id=16523&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a former judoka (still in love with that sport though) i would really wanna speak up for that guy, who i'm sure does either judo or some other sports that requires a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gi &lt;/span&gt;(as seen in picture). i feel like smacking that stupid person who posted this up without censoring the poor guy's face. i mean come on! how does it feel to be shot UNKNOWINGLY like that? it's not only an intrusion of private space, it's an intrusion of human rights too! what the hell was that person who shot this thinking? really. as much as he/she appears to sound all concerned about the surroundings, i believe actions speak louder than words, hence, his/her actions jus might have caused inconveniences to the guy. his peers might just tease him and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and......&lt;br /&gt;who doesn't get tired after a day of work? after hours of sports? you get tired after a simple 10 -20 minute run, not to mention sports with training that screams for power, aggression and endurance the entire time! i really think singaporeans nowadays are either too stingy, or that they are waaayyy too free.&lt;br /&gt;oh oh!! did that person who took that picture mention that it was crowded on the train? i seriously think he/she's either suffering from schizophrenia, or some other mental disorders. or he/she might jus be seeing "things". for him to be able to take the shot soooo CONVENIENTLY, it must've not been that EXAGGERATING-LY CROWDED as he/she said it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people, you all should really go to &lt;a href="http://www.stomp.com.sg/"&gt;www.stomp.com.sg&lt;/a&gt; and check out their &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SingaporeSeen&lt;/span&gt; section. it's hilarious to see their complaints and all. of which, most 'issues' touched on are either minor, or it simply calls for too much attention than it is needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys must be thinking, why was i reading it then when i'm criticizing about it now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;answer: i've too much time in my hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-7291478891733947515?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/7291478891733947515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=7291478891733947515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/7291478891733947515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/7291478891733947515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/03/httpsingaporeseen.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-7441376946819415615</id><published>2008-03-25T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T17:13:56.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm gonna blog about singapore's education system, when i'm done with my essay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-7441376946819415615?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/7441376946819415615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=7441376946819415615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/7441376946819415615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/7441376946819415615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-gonna-blog-about-singapores.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-4232696292034834656</id><published>2008-03-24T09:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T10:19:40.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally blogging yet again. goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was previously doing a research work about Cyclothymic disorder, and i was wondering if i am suffering from mood disorders of any sort. cause i have mood swings that may sometimes be very threatening to my relationship with my friends, family, or jus people around me. and again, sleeping problems, and eating problems. i'm actually considering the idea of visiting a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, moving on.&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i have to apologise for my previous stereotypical sentence and posts about how chinese don't know how to pee that they end up splashing their "tap" all over the toilet seat. and as you can see, this is exactly what i'm just about to be blogging about today.&lt;br /&gt;i went over to Yorkdale Mall today, to send Lydea back to Sudbury. Just when i was there in a bookstore (yes, i do visit book stores and it's one of my favourite places)  i needed to relief myself somehow. so happily, we went to the bathroom and TA DA!! an awesome view of the toilet seat, with a some decor that looked like water droplets on the seat. but no, it's pee that wasn't shot too accurately into the seat. then i kinda noticed before that there wasn't any chinese in the bookstore, and it kinda occurred to me that it isnt just chinese who doesnt know how to pee. narrow minded and prejudice against chinese chinese as i was, i've come to learn that people should really have a little more consideration and hygiene for another. if you dont like to see that happening to you, then dont do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad used to tell me, "the girls' washroom is always a lot dirtier than the guys'". just recently, a guy friend told me again the same thing. &lt;br /&gt;Arent we girls all about being feminine, nice and thoughtful as compared to the guys? then why simple gestures such as cleaning up your own pee for the fact that another person will be in the washroom, in the same cubicle using the same seat? i'm sure you do clean up your own pee, and flush your own wastes while you're at home, but why not when you're outside? oh so you think now that when you're outside, no one will know whose pee it is so it doesnt look so bad on you? while at home, your family members will know? or, is it because that's a PUBLIC washroom and not YOURS? ridiculous. because it's a public washroom, that's why the person using it after you would know that it was you who caused that mess, because they saw you coming out of the cubicle and leave the washroom. yes, you might not be seeing them ever again in your life, but who knows you just might be. and really, how much time does it take to clean up your own pee from the toilet seat? think it's disgusting to clean it up? then why not consider how others feel when they clean up YOUR pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-4232696292034834656?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/4232696292034834656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=4232696292034834656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/4232696292034834656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/4232696292034834656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/03/finally-blogging-yet-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-4248882920865862502</id><published>2008-03-21T13:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T13:13:27.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R-NDmQtMe5I/AAAAAAAAAuM/wrOmoGag-cs/s1600-h/SAT+march+1st+SCORE.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R-NDmQtMe5I/AAAAAAAAAuM/wrOmoGag-cs/s320/SAT+march+1st+SCORE.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180058321004821394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh at me people.&lt;br /&gt;obstacles and failures only allows me to come out stronger!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-4248882920865862502?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/4248882920865862502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=4248882920865862502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/4248882920865862502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/4248882920865862502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/03/laugh-at-me-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R-NDmQtMe5I/AAAAAAAAAuM/wrOmoGag-cs/s72-c/SAT+march+1st+SCORE.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-9015248336655631243</id><published>2008-03-21T11:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T11:44:30.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>screw my dumb brain.&lt;br /&gt;screw my inconsistency.&lt;br /&gt;screw my laziness.&lt;br /&gt;screw my lack of determination.&lt;br /&gt;screw my playfulness.&lt;br /&gt;screw myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scores were unbelievably low. expected as it is, however still disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;i feel my vision blurred. i see my future's bleak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no...... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;life's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; gonna stop here.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my vision's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; gonna end here.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my future's not gonna be ruined here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May 3rd..... i'll be THOROUGHLY PREPARED THIS TIME! JUST YOU WAIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;SMU&lt;/span&gt;, i aint giving up on you. that aint happening. NOT IN THE PAST. NOT NOW. NOT LATER. IT &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;NEVER WILL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1410? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;FUCK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;leave me alone. life's funny no more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-9015248336655631243?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/9015248336655631243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=9015248336655631243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/9015248336655631243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/9015248336655631243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/03/screw-my-dumb-brain.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-8243973008821999984</id><published>2008-03-18T04:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T04:46:13.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after reading mellie's blog, her recent post was about this picture..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/singaporeseen/viewContent.jsp?id=16383"&gt;http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/singaporeseen/viewContent.jsp?id=16383&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you all think about this?&lt;br /&gt;i would personally think it's of no big deal. and to be honest, as long as they were not openly touching or excessive french kissing, publicly embracing each other this way is really of no big deal. yes, some would not agree, the adults maybe. as quoted from mellie's blog, "im sure if it were a mother hugging her son, nobody would say a thing. but a couple?"&lt;br /&gt;look, if it's children that they are concerned about, their concern is otherwise unnecessary. children these days, in this era, are constantly exposed to these sort of public display of affections. look at the television channels and internet, porn and whatsoever are all over the place.. and jus with this embrace, singaporeans think it's corrupting the innocent minds of children? if the parents are so bothered by this, they can either exit the train, or take this chance to teach their children that, "hey, this is what you call public display of affection, and it is not right. look at those people around them and how they look at them? not nice right? so if it's wrong, do you wan to do it?" ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/singaporeseen/viewContent.jsp?id=16023"&gt;http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/singaporeseen/viewContent.jsp?id=16023&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stickers containing EXPLICIT words on car! WOW!! that's one BIGGIE right there! excuse me.&lt;br /&gt;an intervention of human rights i would say. i dont see anything too explicit except for the word, "shit" and "motherf" even the mother f***** isnt completely written or pasted on the car. but to contact the Land Transport Authority to look into the "issue" just to be sure that it's legal? it really does proof to people how some Singaporeans have too much time in their hands!&lt;br /&gt;to think that Singaporeans are always complaining about how stress they are. geez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-8243973008821999984?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/8243973008821999984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=8243973008821999984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/8243973008821999984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/8243973008821999984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/03/after-reading-mellies-blog-her-recent.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-7553800845787502407</id><published>2008-03-16T14:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T15:20:33.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R9zFdU7P8mI/AAAAAAAAAuE/3vY3uWSvu_I/s1600-h/holtrenfrew_logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R9zFdU7P8mI/AAAAAAAAAuE/3vY3uWSvu_I/s320/holtrenfrew_logo.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178230779193324130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, today's topic is about Holt Renfrew.&lt;br /&gt;IF you people out there ever come across this store, DON'T. and I do mean &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO NOT STEP IN THERE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll regret, and that's for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you what happened to me today.&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching Bloor Street, Toronto, my friends and I went around shopping. We went into boutiques and boutiques of the branded and finally, arrived at Holt Renfrew. Knowing that Holt Renfrew is not just another departmental store, I should've known not to start browsing around at their collection of BAGS &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(unfortunately, bags and shoes are my ultimate weakness!)&lt;/span&gt; ! damnit. We went to LV, D &amp;amp; G, Tod's handbag, Hogan, and GUCCI. Nothing went wrong until I saw a purplish-grey handbag of Gucci's right at the top of the shelf. A reasonably big but fashionable bag &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(cause it's patent leather!)&lt;/span&gt;. It was love at first sight. So I decided to ask the sales assistant to help me with it, so I can try and see how it'll look on me. And that decision, is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WORSE&lt;/span&gt; decision ever made. I simply fell for the bag even more. And that stupid sales assistant had to modestly tell me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"There is only 30 of this bag in Canada."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought, how expensive can this bag be? about 1000+++ at most?  But no, I was way off the track. The price tag had to be imprinted with 4 different numbers.&lt;br /&gt;$2495, and it's not taxed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YET&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I do envy the life of a princess, the life of an heiress like that of Paris Hilton. At this point in time, I think that not having a realistic idea for the product's price is actually more of an advantage than disadvantage. If only I'm as rich, if not richer...............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMNIT!! I'm gonna work the hell out of myself, so i don't have to worry about my future and my material wants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-7553800845787502407?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/7553800845787502407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=7553800845787502407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/7553800845787502407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/7553800845787502407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/03/yes-todays-topic-is-about-holt-renfrew.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R9zFdU7P8mI/AAAAAAAAAuE/3vY3uWSvu_I/s72-c/holtrenfrew_logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-4851842437114143319</id><published>2008-03-14T05:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T05:23:22.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R9mbAU7P8lI/AAAAAAAAAt8/k_n3_r5CWuE/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R9mbAU7P8lI/AAAAAAAAAt8/k_n3_r5CWuE/s320/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177339676558619218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me now,&lt;br /&gt;and tell me good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we look alike?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-4851842437114143319?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/4851842437114143319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=4851842437114143319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/4851842437114143319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/4851842437114143319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/03/tell-me-now-and-tell-me-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R9mbAU7P8lI/AAAAAAAAAt8/k_n3_r5CWuE/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-6553320826814376331</id><published>2008-03-13T08:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T08:07:17.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dedicated to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YiTing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, hope you'd feel better. in your entry, you said to leave you alone. so i thought i'd leave you alone in &lt;u&gt;your blog&lt;/u&gt;. but here, it's a different case!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love ya babe!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;"You Are Not Alone"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day has gone&lt;br /&gt;I'm still all alone&lt;br /&gt;How could this be&lt;br /&gt;You're not here with me&lt;br /&gt;You never said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Someone tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Did you have to go&lt;br /&gt;And leave my world so cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I sit and ask myself&lt;br /&gt;How did love slip away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something whispers in &lt;s&gt;my&lt;/s&gt; your ear and says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That you are not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For I am here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Though you're far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am here to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But you are not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For I am here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Though we're far apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're always in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But you are not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Lone, 'lone&lt;br /&gt;Why, 'lone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just the other night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I thought I heard you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asking me to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And hold you in my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can hear your prayers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your burdens I will bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But first I need your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then forever can begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I sit and ask myself&lt;br /&gt;How did love slip away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something whispers in &lt;s&gt;my&lt;/s&gt; your ear and says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That you are not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For I am here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Though you're far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am here to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For you are not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For I am here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Though we're far apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're always in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For you are not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whisper three words and I'll come runnin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(i sure hope i can jus go back and give you a BIG BIG HUG!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And girl you know that I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For I am here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Though you're far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am here to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For you are not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For I am here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Though we're far apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're always in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For you are not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For I am here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Though you're far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am here to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For you are not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For I am here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Though we're far apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're always in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For you are not alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/1SnAkVz5vu/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/1SnAkVz5vu/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-6553320826814376331?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/6553320826814376331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=6553320826814376331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/6553320826814376331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/6553320826814376331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/03/dedicated-to-yiting-hope-youd-feel_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-4686778598559386964</id><published>2008-03-08T12:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T13:13:03.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know i've been through this quite many times already. but i'm still feeling strongly about this. really strongly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun like girls who depend on their boyfriends like they cant live without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun like girls who act all princessy jus because it's one of the occasions when they feel they can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun like guys who sacrifice for their girlfriend like it's the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun like people who take care of their OWN family and jus leave their partners' siblings like nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun like people who does all the stupidest things in the name of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun like people who prioritize their partners over EVERYTHING else, especially when negligence of family member happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact, i HATE and ABHOR it!&lt;br /&gt;hence, i swear not to be one of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-4686778598559386964?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/4686778598559386964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=4686778598559386964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/4686778598559386964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/4686778598559386964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-know-ive-been-through-this-quite-many.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-2783189410102067525</id><published>2008-03-03T15:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T06:01:37.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R8xznjGhBSI/AAAAAAAAAts/QGZ-NOubZoA/s1600-h/IMG_6905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R8xznjGhBSI/AAAAAAAAAts/QGZ-NOubZoA/s320/IMG_6905.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173637195216520482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these people i call homies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R8uvqDGhBKI/AAAAAAAAAss/Hhz8dxqYvvo/s1600-h/IMG_2918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R8uvqDGhBKI/AAAAAAAAAss/Hhz8dxqYvvo/s320/IMG_2918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173421733887149218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my childhood brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R8uvqzGhBLI/AAAAAAAAAs0/1AmvOKXdvFQ/s1600-h/IMG_2747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R8uvqzGhBLI/AAAAAAAAAs0/1AmvOKXdvFQ/s320/IMG_2747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173421746772051122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R8uvrDGhBMI/AAAAAAAAAs8/xZB8sBOyGoU/s1600-h/IMG_2749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R8uvrDGhBMI/AAAAAAAAAs8/xZB8sBOyGoU/s320/IMG_2749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173421751067018434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my beloved cousins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R8uvrjGhBNI/AAAAAAAAAtE/LvTRWU9qbOc/s1600-h/IMG_8322m.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R8uvrjGhBNI/AAAAAAAAAtE/LvTRWU9qbOc/s320/IMG_8322m.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173421759656953042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sisters who made my life in canada a great one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R8uvtDGhBOI/AAAAAAAAAtM/D3SFelQeJYc/s1600-h/IMG_3072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R8uvtDGhBOI/AAAAAAAAAtM/D3SFelQeJYc/s320/IMG_3072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173421785426756834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my most retarded and annoying brother from secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R8xzNjGhBPI/AAAAAAAAAtU/0Kr4On15-k4/s1600-h/IMG_2883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R8xzNjGhBPI/AAAAAAAAAtU/0Kr4On15-k4/s320/IMG_2883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173636748539921650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the irritatingly rubbish brother from secondary school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R8xzOjGhBQI/AAAAAAAAAtc/w-1NZR78P6k/s1600-h/IMG_2880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R8xzOjGhBQI/AAAAAAAAAtc/w-1NZR78P6k/s320/IMG_2880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173636765719790850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls who went through my rebellious secondary school years with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R8xzPDGhBRI/AAAAAAAAAtk/qHd9HLXz-5c/s1600-h/IMG_6773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R8xzPDGhBRI/AAAAAAAAAtk/qHd9HLXz-5c/s320/IMG_6773.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173636774309725458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the two lovably emo friends of mine! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R8x0pDGhBTI/AAAAAAAAAt0/WyLkhOuyqds/s1600-h/IMG_2709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R8x0pDGhBTI/AAAAAAAAAt0/WyLkhOuyqds/s320/IMG_2709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173638320497952050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most hilarious girl whom i've known most randomly amongst all my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these people....... i miss..&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to go back for a get together session with each of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-2783189410102067525?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/2783189410102067525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=2783189410102067525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/2783189410102067525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/2783189410102067525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R8xznjGhBSI/AAAAAAAAAts/QGZ-NOubZoA/s72-c/IMG_6905.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-2597384717004528764</id><published>2008-03-02T11:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T12:02:29.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my conclusion?&lt;br /&gt;people tend to be a hell load meaner with their family members, than their friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;material wants; pursuing things jus to fulfil your material satisfaction and only allow you to be happy only temporarily; but at the same time greedier? or jus pure satisfaction with spending a purposeful day with you family and friends, or even, jus yourself!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this era, many are in a rat race for not only grades, ranks and positions. they are also pursuing material stuff to satisfy their wants.&lt;br /&gt;really.. i often asked that question. wat is it that will truly make me happy at this age. and my answer to that was to spend a purposeful day with my family or friends or with myself. yes, i seek for material wants. in fact, a lot of it. but at the end of the day, wat will truly allow me to feel satisfied, will be a day spent with people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pursuit for happiness, to me, is a complex ideology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrit. jus to end off my day properly......&lt;br /&gt;MARCH SAT'S OVER! SUCKERS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-2597384717004528764?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/2597384717004528764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=2597384717004528764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/2597384717004528764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/2597384717004528764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-conclusion-people-tend-to-be-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-8097287793605596159</id><published>2008-03-02T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T15:52:29.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;Tell me where it hurts - MYMP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is that sad look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Why are you crying?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me now, tell me now&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, why you're feelin' this way&lt;br /&gt;I hate to see you so down, oh baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it your heart&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that's breakin' all in pieces&lt;br /&gt;Makin' you cry&lt;br /&gt;Makin' you feel blue&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything that I can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you tell me where it hurts now, baby&lt;br /&gt;And I'll do my best to make it better&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'll do my best to make the tears all go away&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me where it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Now, tell me&lt;br /&gt;And I love you with a love so tender&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if you let me stay&lt;br /&gt;I'll love all of the hurt away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are all those tears coming from&lt;br /&gt;Why are they falling?&lt;br /&gt;somebody, somebody, somebody leave your heart in the cold&lt;br /&gt;You just need somebody to hold on, baby&lt;br /&gt;(Give me a chance)&lt;br /&gt;To put back all the pieces&lt;br /&gt;Take hold of your heart&lt;br /&gt;Make it just like new&lt;br /&gt;There's so many things that I can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Instrumental)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it your heart&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that's breakin' all in pieces&lt;br /&gt;Makin' you cry&lt;br /&gt;Makin' you feel blue&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything that I can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me baby&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me&lt;br /&gt;And I'll do my best to make it better&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'll do my best to make the tears all go away&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me where it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Now, tell me&lt;br /&gt;And I love you with a love so tender&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if you let me stay&lt;br /&gt;I'll love all of the hurt away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-8097287793605596159?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d6071cd95ec0366e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/8097287793605596159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=8097287793605596159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/8097287793605596159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/8097287793605596159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/03/tell-me-where-it-hurts-mymp-why-is-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-539214511660091913</id><published>2008-02-25T10:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T10:43:04.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why is it such that people can depend on another so much that, they dont even feel embarass about it at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note taking. homework. project. presentation. speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is about depending on another. even when they are told that they have to do their part themselves, cause the one who's supposedly helping them is going to be taking a major test that influences her future?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which part of it do they not understand!? is it that difficult to understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of studying. i'm tired of having group work especially when i feel that i'm doing most of the things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jus a few more days....... jus bear with it a few more days............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-539214511660091913?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/539214511660091913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=539214511660091913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/539214511660091913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/539214511660091913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/02/why-is-it-such-that-people-can-depend.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-6239971332321866688</id><published>2008-02-18T10:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T10:48:02.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我没想到我会让你感到如此困扰。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对不起。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-6239971332321866688?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/6239971332321866688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=6239971332321866688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/6239971332321866688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/6239971332321866688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-4737517012822704729</id><published>2008-02-15T12:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T13:05:39.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i've got somehow a communication breakdown with my mom everytime it comes to money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money money money. root to all evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we scream and shout at each other like crazy, jus because i dunno which fees she's referring to, and she doesnt know which fees i'm referring to. no mutual understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel like vomitting blood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-4737517012822704729?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-4312138386536110050</id><published>2008-02-12T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T10:03:15.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i swear xiaxue is like some sort of mountain tortise. while taking a break from studying, i thought i heard from my mom that there were complaints about her scolding vulgarities and a hell load of controversy arising. so i decided to drop by her BEAUTIFUL and INSPIRATIONAL blog for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.xiaxue.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, for some reason, when i first came to Canada, and bought Steve Madden Mary Janes heels, i didnt think much about it except that, "ok... the shoes here are pretty and cheap somehow." then came, the deodorant, and colgate... goodness, in singapore, we jus dun get to really see these stuff, but do you have to exclaim like you're going to faint and be sent to the ICU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on la. i know there was a christmas sale where EVERYTHING-MUST-GO! kinda thing.. but dun have to really REALLY emphasize so much upon it! it really makes her seem dumb. but well.... who doesnt have a dumb moment. may God forgive her. thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now... it really drives me up the wall... i'm gonna save, and shop later! i havent gotten New year's clothes, because i have been studying. and well, since i'm going to Buffalo, NY on March 1st. i think i'm gonna go shop after the test. hopefully VS, Juicy Couture, and other brands would be around! Goodness..... i cant wait!! but still, work hard! as March is approaching, a lot of assignments and tests will happen, and it's jus 18 days, which is 2 week and 4 days, which means!! i needa work extra hard for my SAT assessment books!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND MY DAMN PMS AINT HELPING!! fatigue drowns me from within...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-4312138386536110050?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/4312138386536110050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=4312138386536110050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/4312138386536110050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/4312138386536110050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-swear-xiaxue-is-like-some-sort-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-3198389686447784684</id><published>2008-02-12T05:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T09:21:37.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alrit. i'm finally done with my poster, and i didnt get to go up to present it due to time-constraint. but oh well, all the better, i can be better prepared tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeap. done with my economic test, and i would wanna think that i know my stuff? however, wat stresses me out is such that, there's only 4 questions, and each question carries a lot of weight! i remember one question would allow me to score 15points, and another 10 points, another 4 i think.. scary... but since i'm done with it, it shouldnt be much of a problem. 2 versions of test, mine looked simpler compared to the other one! thank goodness! i seriously think my teacher is helping me. =X my teacher, Ms. Ziada, is one really nice lady. as much as i'm not made for economics or whatever mathematical calculations; always thinking about shutting down when i get confused. she manages to grab hold on my attention and continue teaching me! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, hopefully my progress report wont be bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a video. listen to their language. watch wat the lady does. the lady, Kay Kay, looks pretty gorgeous. personally la~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Q8rn6qa0pg&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Q8rn6qa0pg&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-3198389686447784684?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/3198389686447784684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=3198389686447784684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/3198389686447784684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/3198389686447784684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/02/alrit.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-1564410944226798804</id><published>2008-02-10T04:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T07:23:57.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up with a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;tried to go back to sleep, but again, the same nightmare appeared.&lt;br /&gt;i hate nightmares and my heart started pounding faster than usual, so i decided to make a call.&lt;br /&gt;but "i'll call you back later" was what i got. well, it's ok anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;called my parents last night while my moodswings were bad and all. they managed to cheer me up and kinda put me to sleep fast (been having difficulties sleeping.. such that i needed to sc old myself for not working hard enough. toss and turn a little bit before i can sleep.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;thanks a lot dad and mom!! you're the best! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;timmy woke me up at 10.30, so i can wake coeus up. and yea, they're out at toronto already.&lt;br /&gt;coeus asked if i needed something. i thought i needed something, but couldnt figure out what it was, so i said no. and coming to think about it now, i realise i needed something afterall. i needed to shop. but i wasted hell loads of time staring into blank space these days, so i jus had to wait till i'm done with my SAT before i can start shopping for that day/week only. before i work on my May and June SAT re-takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna start working on my project poster after i shower. jus needed to blog.&lt;br /&gt;bye for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R64194jSlRI/AAAAAAAAAsk/sq1lrJqmseY/s1600-h/CruelestTattoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R64194jSlRI/AAAAAAAAAsk/sq1lrJqmseY/s320/CruelestTattoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165125159909233938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at her tattoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-1564410944226798804?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/1564410944226798804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=1564410944226798804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/1564410944226798804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/1564410944226798804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/02/woke-up-with-nightmare.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R64194jSlRI/AAAAAAAAAsk/sq1lrJqmseY/s72-c/CruelestTattoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-7575416160284951412</id><published>2008-02-06T11:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T12:00:35.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hope i'm &lt;u&gt;more hardworking&lt;/u&gt; now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i'm &lt;u&gt;more consistent&lt;/u&gt; now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i'm &lt;u&gt;more motivated&lt;/u&gt; now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i'm &lt;u&gt;more mature&lt;/u&gt; now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i'm &lt;u&gt;more energetic&lt;/u&gt; now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope....... i hope....... i hope.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but somehow......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i still &lt;u&gt;dont feel that&lt;/u&gt; i'm putting enough effort.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i still &lt;u&gt;dont feel like&lt;/u&gt; i'm more motivated even with:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;12 pairs of shoe throughout the year if i get into SMU&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the idea about being with my family and friends from back home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i still &lt;u&gt;dont feel like&lt;/u&gt; i'm doing consistent enough to get high grades.. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;jus look at my damn econs! 21 out of 40. that's crap, total awful grades. no university's gonna like seeing a 52.5% on the transcript!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i &lt;u&gt;dont feel&lt;/u&gt; energetic at all... instead i feel more physically tired... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how how how how how?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL MIGHTY GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I seek and pray for your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;help&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guidance&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Give me the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;strength&lt;/span&gt; i need for my studies.&lt;br /&gt;Give me the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;intelligence&lt;/span&gt; i need for my exams.&lt;br /&gt;Give me the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;luck&lt;/span&gt; that will bring me through with the exam papers and admissions to universities i applied for.&lt;br /&gt;I pray for you, i pray you'd grant me these requests which are the affecting factors to how bright my future will be. Thank You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-7575416160284951412?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/7575416160284951412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=7575416160284951412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/7575416160284951412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/7575416160284951412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-hope-im-more-hardworking-now-i-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-6912290702486992568</id><published>2008-02-04T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T20:40:25.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>usually those who say that homosexual and bisexual probably has a problem up there with their brains........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARE TOTALLY RIGHT! (most la~ not saying all.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause......... cause..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those who likes Yumi, HATES me. just because we're best friends, together with Joyce. well, i mean, it aint my fault she's close to me. We've been hanging out together for 2 years aredi.. In residence, in school, in class, breaktime, and i mean.... we just keep seeing each other the entire day. it aint my fault we're close.. so................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why are you girls hating on me for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahhahaha! that was totally random. but really, those girls are crazy. especially the Chinese girls. geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH!!! and the answer to what is on Coeus and has girlfriend's forehead are...........&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;you wana know?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;you sure you wanna know?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;last chance?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ok ok... shall not be irritating.... THEY ARE............................&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;it's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HICKIES! a.k.a LOVEBITES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-6912290702486992568?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/6912290702486992568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=6912290702486992568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/6912290702486992568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/6912290702486992568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/02/usually-those-who-say-that-homosexual.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-6471411666046641072</id><published>2008-02-03T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T13:38:09.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;“girl啊！你照片贴在那边，那么大张！你的名字印在那边，那么大的字！不要这样骂啦~你女孩子吗。。这样很粗鲁的勒！” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(translation: girl, your big picture is pasted there! your big name is printed up there! dont use these profanities la~ you're a girl. it's not very demure of you to be scolding those profanities!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parents read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;all concerned about wat's happening to me. all concerned if i'm too stress out, cause if i am, i can go back to singapore to study.&lt;br /&gt;but the contradiction to that statement is such that, i'm working so hard, trying to get back to singapore to study.&lt;br /&gt;except to cut down on my usage, they didnt say much about the big F words, and the hokkien profanities.  well, they know how i am when i'm really really angry. yea yea, their understanding still doesnt give me the right to use it so excessively, but hey! i'm cutting down already ok!?&lt;br /&gt;thanks mom, dad!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAT's coming during March 1st. gonna go Buffalo's Nardin Academy jus to take the test. still in preparation, and not too prepared yet. sigh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEN JEN JEN!!! WAKE UP YOUR IDEA, AND WORK HARD! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's less than month aredi!!!&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, it would be a factor that becomes a PLUS/BONUS to my admission to SMU, istead of a detrimental one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-6471411666046641072?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/6471411666046641072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=6471411666046641072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/6471411666046641072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/6471411666046641072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/02/parents-read-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-7222278105340743710</id><published>2008-01-31T07:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T07:43:44.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, not in a real good mood today. in fact, i'm in an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ABSOLUTELY BAD MOOD!&lt;/span&gt; trying to do survey, but got pissed off when people jus didnt take things seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how difficult is it to understand the term, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRE-MARITAL SEX&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;how difficult is it to understand the term, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHILD OUT OF WEDLOCK&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;how difficult is it to understand the word, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONTRACEPTIVES&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;how difficult is it to understand the word, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;SYNDROME&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;and finally,&lt;br /&gt;how difficult is it to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;QUESTION/ASK&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; people about these words if you dont understand? when you all do ask the teacher when she's teaching and you dont understand shit! what are your mouths for? &lt;s&gt;boot licking&lt;/s&gt; oral sex?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excuse me? you all had a SEXUAL EDUCATION ON STIs last week, and yet another SEXUAL EDUCATION on Contraceptives a.k.a Birth Control &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, you fucking asses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt see that word? let me say it again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEXUAL EDUCATION ON BIRTH CONTROL &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TODAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, YOU FUCKING ASSES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;now, do you see it?！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you people tell me on my survey that you do not know wat is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SYNDROME, PRE-MARITAL SEX&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONTRACEPTIVES&lt;/span&gt;? come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people, dont even understand simple english, or geographical location. let me give you all an example of a question on my survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Which region are you from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;- Africa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;- America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;- Asia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;- Europe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;- Oceania &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving examples of countries in these few categories. and guess wat answer did i get from 2 papers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;为什么（某某国家）不在这里？干麻？瞧不起人哦？！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;why is it that (some particular country) is not in those examples? what? you look down on us?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark this: I DONT FRIGGIN' HAVE THE TIME TO LOOK DOWN ON YOU GUYS WHEN I'VE GOT MORE PRODUCTIVE THINGS TO DO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK!! here i'm trying hard to get full marks for my fucking survey which i've done &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. and you all have got &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GROUPS OF 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to think of the 10 questions for the mother-fucking survey, some are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;free loaders&lt;/span&gt;. and you guys fucking play a fool when i give you mine!!&lt;br /&gt;taking for granted that everything is a joke, and that me being angry, is because i'm being unreasonable, ridiculous and fucking petty. FUCK!!&lt;br /&gt;so what if i'm petty?&lt;br /&gt;so what if i'm being ridiculous?!&lt;br /&gt;THE ENTIRE CLASS HAVE GOTTEN THEIR MARKS AREDI, AND I'M THE ONLY ONE WHO HAVENT!!&lt;br /&gt;it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; results, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; grades, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; everything that's affected! not yours! of course you think it's a joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVEN THOUGH I WASNT THE ONE AT FAULT FIRST, (ANONYMOUS) GAVE ME THE ATTITUDE LIKE I SHOULD BE THE FUCKING ON TO APOLOGISE FOR MY "RIDICULOUS, UNREASONABLE AND DUMB PETTINESS"! cheebeh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the surface, i'm fierce and probably mean, but hell! if you've got the eyes and not a pea-brain, you'll see more than that little picture. argh fuck! fucking nincompoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's a bitch. dumb ass fuckers all around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-7222278105340743710?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/7222278105340743710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=7222278105340743710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/7222278105340743710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/7222278105340743710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/01/well-not-in-real-good-mood-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-9157145017768787967</id><published>2008-01-30T21:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T21:26:32.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Havent seen much entertainment lately? Let the people around me entertain you then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R6B6OkGrGbI/AAAAAAAAAsU/H-HyDgdt4u0/s1600-h/IMG_2441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R6B6OkGrGbI/AAAAAAAAAsU/H-HyDgdt4u0/s320/IMG_2441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161259563595012530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess wat's that on Coeus's forehead?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R6B6NUGrGaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/19AoKUID3KI/s1600-h/IMG_2437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R6B6NUGrGaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/19AoKUID3KI/s320/IMG_2437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161259542120176034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where did the 'S' on her forehead come from?&lt;br /&gt;(Coeus's girlfriend, Kiffany)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THE ANSWER WILL BE REVEALED UPON MY NEXT POST! KEEP GUESSING, PEOPLE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-9157145017768787967?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/9157145017768787967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=9157145017768787967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/9157145017768787967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/9157145017768787967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/01/havent-seen-much-entertainment-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R6B6OkGrGbI/AAAAAAAAAsU/H-HyDgdt4u0/s72-c/IMG_2441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-1891663630176816882</id><published>2008-01-29T12:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T12:52:56.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R56wYEGrGXI/AAAAAAAAAr0/_DJkK6cKlgI/s1600-h/IMG_2433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R56wYEGrGXI/AAAAAAAAAr0/_DJkK6cKlgI/s320/IMG_2433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160756150478248306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R56wZUGrGYI/AAAAAAAAAr8/BLYip_99DYs/s1600-h/IMG_2434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R56wZUGrGYI/AAAAAAAAAr8/BLYip_99DYs/s320/IMG_2434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160756171953084802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;looking delicious aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R56wa0GrGZI/AAAAAAAAAsE/ej_lfjd4ARg/s1600-h/IMG_2435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R56wa0GrGZI/AAAAAAAAAsE/ej_lfjd4ARg/s320/IMG_2435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160756197722888594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO!! it's effing burnt for nuts sake!!!!&lt;br /&gt;That thing right there, is pork which he was trying to cook, but dozed off while waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;THE KINDA THING COEUS DOES TO TEST MY PATIENCE! I SWEAR........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-1891663630176816882?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/1891663630176816882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=1891663630176816882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/1891663630176816882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/1891663630176816882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/01/looking-delicious-aye-no-its-effing.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R56wYEGrGXI/AAAAAAAAAr0/_DJkK6cKlgI/s72-c/IMG_2433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-4764687043406978086</id><published>2008-01-29T09:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T09:55:58.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;English:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:275%;"&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO REGINA!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:350%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mandarin:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;祝你生日快乐~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;祝你生日快乐~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:275%;"&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;b&gt;祝你生日快乐~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:350%;"&gt;祝你生日快乐！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Korean:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;생일 축하합니다~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;생일 축하합니다~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:275%;"&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;b&gt;사랑하는REGINA~~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:350%;"&gt;생일 축하합니다!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/m8Pv3QobQm"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/m8Pv3QobQm" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-4764687043406978086?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/4764687043406978086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=4764687043406978086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/4764687043406978086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/4764687043406978086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/01/english-happy-birthday-to-you-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-3239426568778702913</id><published>2008-01-27T07:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T10:06:56.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ever encountered your mood so stable, but lost jus upon a ring of your mobile phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever had tears forming so naturally, you think you're crazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;tears wouldnt form, if only you hadnt call.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all weird, i'm totally lost for words.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it jus a hormonal imbalance? or am i really going crazy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-3239426568778702913?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/3239426568778702913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=3239426568778702913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/3239426568778702913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/3239426568778702913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/01/ever-encountered-your-mood-so-stable.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-969538368566443142</id><published>2008-01-27T05:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T05:30:48.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Buffalo, NewYork.&lt;br /&gt;i'd be there!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-969538368566443142?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/969538368566443142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=969538368566443142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/969538368566443142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/969538368566443142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/01/buffalo-newyork.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-3153727111430944884</id><published>2008-01-26T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T14:39:55.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long Island Tea, with an extra shot of 4 different alcohol (all in one shot la).&lt;br /&gt;i'm really not liking the taste of alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathroom, flooded with water. geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piles and piles of homework and review and practice for me to get done with it!! =D&lt;br /&gt;now that i've got work to do, i feel more revitalized and more like a student!! woots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mum&lt;/span&gt; for their moral/financial/emotional/physical support for me when it comes to education. As i grew, they began letting loose bit by bit of me. and they believed in me, when it comes to what i'm doing currently, and what i'd be doing in future. i'm glad i'm not in the position of having to complaint about my parents not allowing me to make choices for myself!!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;brothers&lt;/span&gt; support of me coming overseas, even if it means less time to interact and talk to each other. (considering the fact that we were always on our way to do our own things) we're close as we are, and it's a fact that i cant be any happier!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to those &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; who showed their constant support for my decisions and my emotional self. you guys have been there to give the kind of support i might need and want. even if you all do not know what kinda support i needed, jus an assurance of you all being there to support the decisions i've made, is more than enough!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, who gave me support, a listening ear that never fail to be there, a "punching" bag for me to rant and vent my angst/frustration/disappointment on; a best friend cum soulmate cum confidante, cum "3rd party". it's always nice to have you around! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;a moment of gratitude, comes with many arguments and misunderstandings of both parties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;a moment of gratitude, comes with a long way of understanding and acknowledgement of mistake of oneself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;a moment of gratitude, comes with lots of truth, honesty and love for everybody around. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;i love you all people. if it wasnt for all of you people, i wouldnt be having this kinda life i'm having/leading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;THANK YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-3153727111430944884?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/3153727111430944884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=3153727111430944884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/3153727111430944884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/3153727111430944884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/01/long-island-tea-with-extra-shot-of-4.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-7178666450478327221</id><published>2008-01-26T06:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T07:02:46.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a random thought of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ever wondered how some guys would avoid the entire person, and become extraordinarily mean to someone, when that person/someone was the one whom he liked before?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mayb you dun. but i do. cause i see stuff. oh well, none of my business anyways, jus wonder if i'm like that? although some say that i'm mean all the time. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on......&lt;br /&gt;was in a bad mood altogether the moment i woke up. it might've started from the dream i had (of which i dun remember, except for a pile of shit in the toilet bowl.) followed by an interruption by my alarm clock&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;, and a phone call filled with good intention of waking me up from my sleep (how nice! =D) i however, got pissed off, and jus wasnt in the right mood the entire day. most, especially michael and yumi got the most attitude outta me. goodness, i really wonder wat's going on with me.&lt;br /&gt;i guess....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; it's the time of the month again................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-7178666450478327221?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/7178666450478327221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=7178666450478327221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/7178666450478327221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/7178666450478327221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/01/random-thought-of-day-ever-wondered-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-5971960739170687359</id><published>2008-01-25T06:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T06:13:54.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>once again, and finally......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:300%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;marquee&gt; COEUS IS BACK IN CANADA!!! &lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how cool is that?! well, though there's pros and cons to him coming back, and eventually i'd not like the idea of it. =X kidding. but well!! i should be the happiest person of him coming back!?!?!? =)&lt;br /&gt;oh!!! i'm gonna have a test like next tuesday!!! ECONOMICS!!! sigh. i'd better get my ass to work this weekend, else i can jus go look for some dung to stuff myself with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, nothing interesting have been happening in my life, so not much to be updated. and oh yea! CHINESE NEW YEAR IS COMING!!! goodness. i so wanna go toronto to get some clothes!!! (well, that's the ultimate excuse for new clothes lur!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and did i mention that today, while i was shopping at LimeRidge Mall, trying to get something... only to find out that i cant pay with my own debit card!! ALL OF A SUDDEN!! but thank goodness, Coeus happen to come into the store at that time!! whew. else, i wouldnt know of wat to do!! so THANKS BRO!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: muhua, does this satisfied your need of me updating? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-5971960739170687359?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/5971960739170687359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=5971960739170687359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/5971960739170687359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/5971960739170687359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/01/once-again-and-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-7877437281669355202</id><published>2008-01-22T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T09:06:52.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alrit. as announced from my tagboard that i should treat him with passion and love, i ought to update my blog as requested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look Muhua!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:450%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:450%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;... UPDATED ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-7877437281669355202?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/7877437281669355202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=7877437281669355202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/7877437281669355202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/7877437281669355202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/01/alrit_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-4975073864260177777</id><published>2008-01-19T04:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T04:27:14.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this song is so darn cute~~&lt;br /&gt;the feeling's so familiar when i hear this song!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KnBcIN1PExk&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KnBcIN1PExk&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"Clumsy"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it&lt;br /&gt;The girl can't help it &lt;i&gt;[repeat 3x]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time&lt;br /&gt;That I saw your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Boy you looked right through me, mmmhmm&lt;br /&gt;Played it cool&lt;br /&gt;But I knew you knew&lt;br /&gt;That cupid hit me, mmm mmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got me tripping, stumbling, flipping, fumbling&lt;br /&gt;Clumsy cause I'm falling in love&lt;br /&gt;You got me slipping, tumbling, sinking, fumbling&lt;br /&gt;Clumsy cause I'm falling in love&lt;br /&gt;So in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it&lt;br /&gt;The girl can't help it &lt;i&gt;[repeat 3x]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't breath&lt;br /&gt;When you touch my sleeve&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies so crazy, mmm mmm&lt;br /&gt;Whoa now, think I'm going down&lt;br /&gt;Friends don't know whats with me, mmm mmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it&lt;br /&gt;The girl can't help it &lt;i&gt;[repeat 3x]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, this isn't the first time this has happened to me&lt;br /&gt;This love sick thing&lt;br /&gt;I like serious relationships and a&lt;br /&gt;A girl like me don't stay single for long&lt;br /&gt;Cause everytime a boyfriend and I break up&lt;br /&gt;My world is crushed and I'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;The love bug crawls right back up and bites me and I'm back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it&lt;br /&gt;The girl can't help it &lt;i&gt;[repeat 3x]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in love with you&lt;br /&gt;So in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-4975073864260177777?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/4975073864260177777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=4975073864260177777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/4975073864260177777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/4975073864260177777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-song-is-so-darn-cute-feelings-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-1291857084389603917</id><published>2008-01-15T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T15:01:42.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>questions questions and more questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do you think our current society is undergoing a lot of stress? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do you think these stress can be resolved?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i think so.. having a better workplace and better work policies would certainly reduce such stress, wouldnt it? hmm.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can go in to that field right? can i?&lt;br /&gt;but hell, a masters would be the least requirement for more job opportunities and choices. Ph.D would be even better.. but long commitments of such would required....... gosh..... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I CAN DO IT!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, to any parents reading, this is for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Children Learn That They Live&lt;/u&gt; by Dorothy Law Nolte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;If children live with criticism, they learn to condemn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If children live with hostility, they learn to fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If children live with ridicule, they learn to feel shy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If children live with shame, they learn to feel guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If children live with encouragement, they learn confidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If children live with tolerance, they learn patience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If children live with praise, they learn appreciation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If children live with approval, they learn to love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If children live with honesty, they learn truthfulness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If children live with security, they learn to have faith in themselves and those about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;If children live with friendliness, they learn the world is a nice place in which to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;true or not? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GO FIGURE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-1291857084389603917?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/1291857084389603917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=1291857084389603917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/1291857084389603917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/1291857084389603917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/01/questions-questions-and-more-questions.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-7013377624454933362</id><published>2008-01-12T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T16:10:49.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alrit. currently in Hong Kong airport, and in a cafe called "My Nosh Cafe".&lt;br /&gt;not too bad. but sigh. got wait for another 2 hours. and the worse thing is, i dunno my gate!!! that's the thing, it's not showing on the screen until about 2 hours later?! geez. if Coeus was staying around for a bit longer, i wouldnt feel so lonely. but hell.......... he's on his flight back to singapore.... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone.............. anyone..................... save me please..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-7013377624454933362?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/7013377624454933362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=7013377624454933362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/7013377624454933362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/7013377624454933362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/01/alrit.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-5842679468892802704</id><published>2008-01-06T14:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T17:18:48.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a great day it was yesterday!! woots~ lasted till this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentosa was how i started my day off. and yay! i wasnt too late this time, so muhua wasnt too worked up when he saw me. haha! (i'm telling you, PUZZLE BUBBLE is the best all-time fav!!) anyways, moving on. it was sunny, and i was with an SPF 50+ sunblock smacked on! but still, i got burnt! on my face!! geez. i guess all those times in Canada, away from the hot sun have made my immunity to UV-rays go lower than it have ever been! Finally too! i saw QH after so so so so so darn long! glad to see him, and he kinda did a series of poses jus for me to upload it! of which, i will definitely upload them with dedication to him!&lt;br /&gt;he sure is a natural when it comes to posing! haha! still as fair as ever i must say! and here's another picture of him after our dinner at Swensens Suntec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R4B6yrvZrvI/AAAAAAAAArs/4oOvLg-D1c4/s1600-h/IMG_3075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R4B6yrvZrvI/AAAAAAAAArs/4oOvLg-D1c4/s320/IMG_3075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152252984865435378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun you think he kinda resemble David Gan with his current hair style and with those glasses up on his head? hmm.....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, went clubbing at MOS. Trance wasnt really the type of music i'd dance to, but yes. i did.&lt;br /&gt;learnt how to play 5-10, like really. and shit. i'm bad at it! but you know, as time passes and with more practice and LUCK too, i'm &lt;s&gt;pretty&lt;/s&gt; sure i'd be not bad a player. XD&lt;br /&gt;took few pictures, but cant upload them yet, cause it's still not in my computer unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;SOON IT WILL BE!! gonna go get ready to go out already! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-5842679468892802704?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/5842679468892802704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=5842679468892802704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/5842679468892802704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/5842679468892802704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/01/lol-great-day-it-was-yesterday-woots.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R4B6yrvZrvI/AAAAAAAAArs/4oOvLg-D1c4/s72-c/IMG_3075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-7823125251889469099</id><published>2008-01-01T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T23:55:08.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R3phvrvZrtI/AAAAAAAAArc/os5lzLlMs4U/s1600-h/IMG0043A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R3phvrvZrtI/AAAAAAAAArc/os5lzLlMs4U/s320/IMG0043A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150536595674869458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is not your definition of "ADORABLE"....... then wat is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing my beloved nephew, IXTON SIM!! =D&lt;br /&gt;a cousin's new-born son, only 2.5months old!! how adorable is that?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-7823125251889469099?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/7823125251889469099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=7823125251889469099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/7823125251889469099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/7823125251889469099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2008/01/if-this-is-not-your-definition-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R3phvrvZrtI/AAAAAAAAArc/os5lzLlMs4U/s72-c/IMG0043A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-1105231181273859923</id><published>2007-12-29T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T10:02:26.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was wondering jus when regina and i are able to agree upon a time to meet up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was wondering jus when ting, mel, elmo and i are going to meet up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was wondering jus when can i do all those?!?!?!?! shit................................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-1105231181273859923?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/1105231181273859923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=1105231181273859923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/1105231181273859923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/1105231181273859923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2007/12/was-wondering-jus-when-regina-and-i-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-4537235368453025772</id><published>2007-12-27T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T01:23:38.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alrit. went to Zouk today, to club. it's supposedly enjoyable until my parents called to get me home immediately rom the club. not to mention that i didnt say i was clubbing. well, my fault first. but hell, the one who scolded me most was my mom. thanks ah. i was like having fun, and a call came to get me home immediately and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being scolded in my family would always mean trouble for my mom, i do understand that. but i mean, this time i did nothing wrong, and yes, i know it's freaking late, but come on. think about it.&lt;br /&gt;they sent you overseas, and yes, you know your limits; wat to do and wat not to do. but hello. i went overseas aredi and all, and it's beyond their limits to control me while i'm there. however back in singapore, and i'm being controlled and all. i do not disagree that discipline is friggin' important, but think about it, if i was out of their boundaries of restrictions in canada, why do they still try to control me so much while i'm in singapore? i'm not saying that they cannot, or it's wrong. but to be honest, to be blamed for wat i didnt do at all pisses me off. it's not my fault daddy called to scold her. it's not my fault he started getting pissed initially. but yes it's my fault for getting home late. but now i'm home. and mom's trying to ground me rom now till january 10. job well done!&lt;br /&gt;i'm not being rebellious watever now, and i'm friggin pissed. take it whichever you wan; whetheryou think i mean it or not, it doesnt matter. if she wants me to stay at home, try me. she offered me 2 choices. one, to stay at home. two, next time if i come back and meet my friends so much, waste my dad's money to come back and not accompany him 24/7, she said that I MIGHT AS WELL COME BACK. fine. if she doesnt wan me back, and is restricting my social life this way, whatever man. for now, i can take everything in. but wait till i turn 21, she might not see me at home at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. pissed off as i am. THINK ABOUT IT. HOW WOULD YOU FEEL I YOU'RE BLAMD FOR WAT YOU DIDNT DO?!!?!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-4537235368453025772?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/4537235368453025772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=4537235368453025772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/4537235368453025772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/4537235368453025772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2007/12/alrit.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-8953552595516911992</id><published>2007-12-10T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T18:07:43.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>把自己停格在爱情发生的地方，是一种治疗的偏方。以为自己就完整了。。。。</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MXlI8rhcKgA&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MXlI8rhcKgA&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;蔡依林-节拍器&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是我越来越像你 &lt;br /&gt;还是隐形了自己 &lt;br /&gt;小心翼翼你的语气 &lt;br /&gt;配合你的表情 &lt;br /&gt;我的好胜心为你舍弃 以为这就是爱情 &lt;br /&gt;直到自己 没空气 &lt;br /&gt;才发现 不能再继续 &lt;br /&gt;我不愿意 &lt;br /&gt;再为了讨你的欢心 &lt;br /&gt;别让我的心 &lt;br /&gt;像是上紧发条的节拍器 &lt;br /&gt;我的呼吸 慢慢跟不上节拍器 &lt;br /&gt;最初的设定 我们交叉在不同频率 &lt;br /&gt;美丽&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是我越来越像你 &lt;br /&gt;还是隐形了自己 &lt;br /&gt;小心翼翼你的语气 &lt;br /&gt;配合你的表情 &lt;br /&gt;我的好胜心为你舍弃 以为这就是爱情 &lt;br /&gt;直到自己 没空气 &lt;br /&gt;才发现 不能再继续 &lt;br /&gt;我不愿意 &lt;br /&gt;再为了讨你的欢心 &lt;br /&gt;别让我的心 &lt;br /&gt;像是上紧发条的节拍器 &lt;br /&gt;我的呼吸 慢慢跟不上节拍器 &lt;br /&gt;最初的设定 我们交叉在不同频率&lt;br /&gt;放弃&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;时间把我们遗弃 &lt;br /&gt;究竟快乐伤心 &lt;br /&gt;还要多少世纪 才能都停止寻觅&lt;br /&gt;不再演你爱的自己 &lt;br /&gt;脱下了语气 &lt;br /&gt;节拍器 再一细数我的孤寂 &lt;br /&gt;可不可以 &lt;br /&gt;不用再等着你靠近 &lt;br /&gt;我可以安静 聆听时间倒转的旋律 &lt;br /&gt;暂停&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-8953552595516911992?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/8953552595516911992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=8953552595516911992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/8953552595516911992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/8953552595516911992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='把自己停格在爱情发生的地方，是一种治疗的偏方。以为自己就完整了。。。。'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-4217845532923558579</id><published>2007-12-09T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T16:41:30.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lack updates recently on my life. well, nothing much happened. jus a decision making process which ended up jus the way i subconsciously expected the victim to react. anyways, exams are coming and i'm pretty much psychologically and emotionally tired to think of anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus to clarify one thing.&lt;br /&gt;i dun portray myself arrogant, i'm jus the way i am. yes, when people tell me i look arrogant, i feel happy because i like the fact that people dunno me enough and tell me i'm arrogant because of the way i behave towards my acquaintances.&lt;br /&gt;people dun believe i'm the way i am, and some tells me i probably got an Attention Defict Disorder. i would first like to ask these people if they do know wat's ADD or not. i laugh loud, not because i did that on purpose, but because i feel comfortable with that way of laughing. i dun lagh loud to get attention, and why would i need that attention when i've enough of it from people i know and are close to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, drop it. gonna get down to serious studying instead of random revision without much practice. it aint gonna work that way if i wanna improve my grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;파이팅!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-4217845532923558579?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/4217845532923558579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=4217845532923558579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/4217845532923558579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824272/posts/default/4217845532923558579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/2007/12/lack-updates-recently-on-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347700588445427717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UmKsADScl4c/R_7NBL3djMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JJLaTY_8aOo/S220/Jen+by+the+sea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824272.post-4762336273671235303</id><published>2007-12-07T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T10:14:50.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yo yo yo... back blogging finally!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my internet's working fine now. unplugged and plugged in again, and ta da!! it's done!&lt;br /&gt;anyways, been busy busy busy with my school work and assignments and all, and i'm finally done. however, i'm currently busy with my revision work..&lt;br /&gt;when will these school work ever end?! busy and tired. yet i feel happy. like everyday, there's something for me to do and finish! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;*dad &amp;amp; mom, you guys should be happy lur!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm here to announce something........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:250%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NIK!!!!!!!&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bro!!! growing old aredi ah!!! wahaha! gotta take care of your skin properly aredi ok!? if not a lot of wrinkles come out, then i wont be able to recognize you yea?! anyways, you'll have an enjoyable birthday i'm sure!!!! get high. get drunk. get wasted. hur hur!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-4762336273671235303?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/4762336273671235303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7824272&amp;postID=4762336273671235303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:250%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;marquee&gt; HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO DAN DAN~~~&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i couldnt call to wish on time. but still, happy birthday. =)&lt;br /&gt;another year older, another wiser.&lt;br /&gt;(i hope. because you're such a pea-brain, i truly wonder if that sentence works for you. hee~)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824272-2239705635352789900?l=ev3ivenej.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ev3ivenej.blogspot.com/feeds/2239705635352789900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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