<?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-2432912424476792396</id><updated>2011-11-02T15:17:42.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jannine Irel(:</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-8140533471599701357</id><published>2011-01-29T20:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T22:03:49.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncertainty</title><content type='html'>I survived the 1st day of orientation and i had so much fun on the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; day. And if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know yet, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; officially posted to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Millennia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Institute&lt;/span&gt;. The first word that comes out from our minds is, &lt;i&gt;bad&lt;/i&gt;. Well yeah. There were a lot of students who retained, changed their minds to go to other schools or had nowhere to go after the 3 years. But it's not the school's fault, it's the student's..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, the only thing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; worried for is choosing the right subject combination. Apparently, no one is really helping me out. I need more than the 3 hours lecture about the subjects we had yesterday. It really sucks to be in this position right now.. Economics or geography for a H1 subject? Double science or just one? I have ONE MORE DAY to decide. If i ever choose the wrong combo, it will be a living hell for me for the next 3 years. If not, the only thing i can do is to repeat year1.. And to add on, i have to choose the right &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CCA&lt;/span&gt;.. There is too many to choose from! Now i know how the sec1s feel when they are being approached by us and we're like, 'forcing' them to join. Except that there are more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;CCAs&lt;/span&gt;, more seniors grabbing you and more options to choose from. This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Indian&lt;/span&gt; dancer literally pulled me all the way to her booth just so i can write my name on the piece of paper! And i did. I actually wrote my name to many other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;CCAs&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apart from all those school-related stuff, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; still quite uncertain about other things.. I cant comprehend the feeling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; feeling right now. Sigh. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know how to put them into words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I.am.utterly.confused.and.sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-8140533471599701357?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/8140533471599701357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2011/01/uncertainty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/8140533471599701357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/8140533471599701357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2011/01/uncertainty.html' title='Uncertainty'/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-3092656653811199439</id><published>2011-01-03T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T22:22:18.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A BETTER TOMORROW</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I never knew there would be a better tomorrow &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you've come into my life and taken away all my sor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;row&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;My days of sadness are a thing of the past &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I have found true love at last&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My days of emptiness are gone for good &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you fill a void in my heart that you should&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've opened a window &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've shown me the light &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my love for you will continue to burn bright.&lt;/i&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/2432912424476792396-3092656653811199439?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/3092656653811199439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2011/01/better-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/3092656653811199439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/3092656653811199439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2011/01/better-tomorrow.html' title='A BETTER TOMORROW'/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-4206666743786267986</id><published>2011-01-01T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T21:46:26.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, 2011.                                                                                    1/1/11&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm worried for you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New school (I hope), new environment, new adventure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My New Year Resolutions :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Decide on what i want to be when i grow up and aim for it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not procrastinate, or at least, for not too long &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have my own right decisions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be a better daughter/ sister/friend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be closer to God&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be active in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YFC&lt;/span&gt; and participate more often&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read up more to prevent from calling slow/bimbo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have a good time management and not waste time on irrelevant stuff &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Turn over a new leaf&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exercise at least twice a week and don't skip meals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Live life to the fullest-Don't be afraid. When an opportunity comes, go for it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-4206666743786267986?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/4206666743786267986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2011/01/hello-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/4206666743786267986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/4206666743786267986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2011/01/hello-2011.html' title=''/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-4876637253867450613</id><published>2011-01-01T21:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T23:06:59.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear 2010,&lt;div&gt;                   Thank you. Thank you for being so awesome. You left so fast, I still had so much to do.. And so much to say.. Thank you for being so peaceful and safe. Thank you for the new friends, and the 'old' ones stay. I cant deny that there were a lot of rough moments, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; thankful that i managed to pull it through.. You were much better than the previous year-less arguments, regrets and failures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                 I took and survived the major exams, I got the most memorable last year in school, I got the greatest teachers and classmates, I finally had my confirmation, my catechists and catechism classmates were awesome, I get to say a Thank You speech for the very first time in front of hundreds of people, I get to work part time at this amazing job for the very first time without going for a job haunt, I got the most friendly-est colleagues, supervisors and boss, I get to work as an event helper with my one and only, I have this most amazing person, I got my perfect family and friends. Well, it wasn't always perfect... But there were perfect moments. So yeah, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; very grateful to have all of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;              Goodbye. May all the wonderful memories remain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                                               Yours Truly, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;                                                                                                                                Jannine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Irel&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-4876637253867450613?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/4876637253867450613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2011/01/dear-2010-thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/4876637253867450613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/4876637253867450613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2011/01/dear-2010-thank-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-2733579220229500144</id><published>2010-09-24T18:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T20:12:04.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You can be the peanut butter to my jelly&lt;br /&gt;You can be the butterflies I feel in my belly&lt;br /&gt;You can be the captain and i can be your first mate&lt;br /&gt;You can be the chills that I feel on our first date&lt;br /&gt;You can be the hero and i can be your sidekick&lt;br /&gt;You can be the tear that I cry if we ever split&lt;br /&gt;You can be the rain from the cloud when its &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;stormin&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;Or you can be sun when it shines in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mornin&lt;/span&gt;' (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song is stuck in my head! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, OK, prelims are over and now it's time to study hard(er) for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Olevel&lt;/span&gt; examinations!&lt;br /&gt;I'm left with 5 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sundays&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aaaaahhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE!  5 SUNDAYS! 1  2  3  4  FIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, chill..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOUR BEST, AND GOD WILL DO THE REST. NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE WITH HIM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-2733579220229500144?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/2733579220229500144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-can-be-peanut-butter-to-my-jelly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/2733579220229500144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/2733579220229500144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-can-be-peanut-butter-to-my-jelly.html' title=''/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-1351864627432990960</id><published>2010-08-20T17:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T18:42:27.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/TG5PnTTEgPI/AAAAAAAAANY/W21DknKH5zs/s1600/tumblr_l75pc774AA1qaobbko1_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507426930934448370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/TG5PnTTEgPI/AAAAAAAAANY/W21DknKH5zs/s400/tumblr_l75pc774AA1qaobbko1_1280.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/TG5PefW5TJI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Wx7UkpimPzA/s1600/tumblr_l75pc774AA1qaobbko1_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've said it, and I'll say it again. Andrea has done it again. She never fails to brighten me up and bring me back into thinking that there's still hope. And i love her for always being there for me, and talking to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been very pessimistic these past few days and getting my results made me worst. I had shit loads of answers and i don't know why my bird brain and my useless eyes can't connect well with each other. And for the lack of encouragement , i can't get everything right. I'm not as smart as some people. I can't just study the night before and get As or a have brilliant brain with a photographic memory. And the last thing i need is for some stupid stuff to happen and for my life to be so freaking chaotic. This is really bullshit....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, I've never said all those here before. But seriously, i have feelings too. I'm human, just like YOU. You don't have to always make fun of me and think that I'm an idiotic freak. You might be joking or whatsoever, but it's not funny. You're not that good yourself. So Fish off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh God, I'm sorry.. There goes my anger.. This is suppose to be a happy post actually. ( I just had to let those out )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But today is a new day. Starting from Andrea's encouragement, i will work extra, extra hard. Of course harder than before. She started it off, and i have to end it off with a satisfied smile. (or scream ) Perhaps, cry for joy because i had done well for my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Olevel&lt;/span&gt; examinations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now i feel that some pieces are coming back together again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, and goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-1351864627432990960?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/1351864627432990960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/08/ive-said-it-and-ill-say-it-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/1351864627432990960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/1351864627432990960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/08/ive-said-it-and-ill-say-it-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/TG5PnTTEgPI/AAAAAAAAANY/W21DknKH5zs/s72-c/tumblr_l75pc774AA1qaobbko1_1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-1020817080989103424</id><published>2010-08-10T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T10:55:34.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;“The heart has reasons that reason does not understand.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-1020817080989103424?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/1020817080989103424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/08/heart-has-reasons-that-reason-does-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/1020817080989103424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/1020817080989103424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/08/heart-has-reasons-that-reason-does-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-6169814090199909252</id><published>2010-07-17T16:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T18:31:07.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, I've been gone for quite a long time. Almost a month, actually.. But logging in to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; to check for notifications hasn't change. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. I'm still working on it.. Yup, I'm trying to spend more time on school work.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, a lot has happened, and i don't know where to start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, I officially stepped down from band few weeks ago. One less thing to take care of, one less thing to worry about.. No more rushing home to finish up homework and no more sleeping late at night. Yes it was very difficult for me, but I kinda miss it now. My Mondays, Tuesdays and Wednesdays feel so empty and my days are always missing something. I miss hearing the band play. I miss my clarinet ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah, teachers are rushing through the syllabus and I'm trying my best to catch up. I'm not too sure if i can absorb everything though.. I'm not stress, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; for sure. I've been going out for shopping trips, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sentosa&lt;/span&gt; visit, class &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bbq&lt;/span&gt;, hung out with friends, birthday parties... So I'm not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mock Exam is in 2 weeks. Geography, chemistry paper 1 , physics paper 1 and paper 2 and biology paper 1 in one day?! Last minute revision will never help me anymore. (I'm guilty for that. ) And &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Olevel&lt;/span&gt; Exam is in less than 3 months. Yes, it's scary.. So I'm not gonna update so often anymore.. Maybe after 0levels? Who knows... Like anyone reads this crap anyway. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so let me leave you some inspirational quotes i wanna share (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you feel like giving up, remember why you held on for so long in the first place."&lt;br /&gt;~ Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you have made mistakes, there is always another chance for you. You may have a fresh start any moment you choose, for this thing we call 'failure' is not the falling down, but the staying down. "&lt;br /&gt;~ Mary Pickford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The greatest glory is in never failing, but in rising up every time you fail"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That latest quote above was pasted at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pasir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ris&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mrt&lt;/span&gt; station. So every time when i go down the escalator, i would be able to read it. And yes, i read it everyday after a tiring day at school. Sadly enough, they removed it and change it to some National Day poster thingy.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;byebye&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-6169814090199909252?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/6169814090199909252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/07/yes-ive-been-gone-for-quite-long-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/6169814090199909252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/6169814090199909252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/07/yes-ive-been-gone-for-quite-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-4137029054301906802</id><published>2010-06-20T12:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T12:42:23.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There are choices to be made</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;If God answers your prayer, He is increasing your faith. If He delays, He is&lt;br /&gt;increasing your patience. If He doesn't answer, He knows you can handle it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to a decision, and it's final. Everyone wants to go to their right paths, with a clean heart and with optimism, and it's never too late to start now. You can offer to make a lot of mistakes-&lt;br /&gt;yes, you've got many chances. But why not start now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-4137029054301906802?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/4137029054301906802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/06/there-are-choices-to-be-made.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/4137029054301906802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/4137029054301906802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/06/there-are-choices-to-be-made.html' title='There are choices to be made'/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-7520718624079955176</id><published>2010-06-18T18:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T20:45:14.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day with much realisation</title><content type='html'>OK, today was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; tiring.. I had to rush to school for band at 8am. Really, I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; tired from yesterday's shopping with my family. You wouldn't believe what we bought-a new &lt;strong&gt;coach &lt;/strong&gt;handbag for my mom, a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nerf&lt;/span&gt; blaster&lt;/em&gt; with 5o bullets for my brother and clothes from &lt;em&gt;new look&lt;/em&gt; for my sister. &lt;em&gt;And me?&lt;/em&gt; Just a pair of wedge shoes. Gosh, I didn't have the mood to shop, i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to today, we decided to do a dance number for Band Investiture next Saturday. It's pretty last minute. And Yeah, it's just 1 week away so we practised from 8am till 4pm today. &lt;strong&gt;3 breaks. No breakfast. No lunch.&lt;/strong&gt; And yet, we were only halfway done.&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine that? This goes to show how difficult it is to learn without a choreographer. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.. And today was probably the day i get to watch &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Korean&lt;/span&gt; pop star's music videos &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for the first time.&lt;/span&gt; Or else i wouldn't know &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2pm, 2NE1, Girl's Generation..etc&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yupp&lt;/span&gt;, we're dancing to a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Korean&lt;/span&gt; song- &lt;em&gt;I don't care by 2NE1&lt;/em&gt;. Really, really fun to dance to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;. So watch us &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, 26&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; June @ &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CCS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, here's something i wanna share.. I was chatting with Jaymee earlier about God's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;existence&lt;/span&gt; and stuff about that because 2 old men were debating about God with her on twitter.. ( Can you believe that?! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She posted this on her tumblr.. &lt;strong&gt;READ AND UNDERSTAND&lt;/strong&gt; and it'll be meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Atheist Professor of Philosophy was speaking to his Class on the problem Science has with GOD, the ALMIGHTY. He asked one of his new Christian students to stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Professor : You are a Christian, aren't you, son?&lt;br /&gt;Student : Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt;Professor : So, you believe in GOD?&lt;br /&gt;Student : Absolutely, sir.&lt;br /&gt;Professor : Is GOD good?&lt;br /&gt;Student : Sure.&lt;br /&gt;Professor : Is GOD ALL - POWERFUL?&lt;br /&gt;Student : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Professor : My Brother died of cancer even though he prayed to GOD to heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But GOD didn't. How is this GOD good then? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;(Student was silent)&lt;br /&gt;Professor : You can't answer, can you? Let's start again, young fella. Is GOD Good?&lt;br /&gt;Student : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Professor : Is Satan good?&lt;br /&gt;Student : No.&lt;br /&gt;Professor : Where does Satan come from?&lt;br /&gt;Student : From...GOD...&lt;br /&gt;Professor : That's right. Tell me son, is there evil in this World?&lt;br /&gt;Student : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Professor : Evil is everywhere, isn't it? And GOD did make everything. Correct?&lt;br /&gt;Student : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Professor : So who created evil?&lt;br /&gt;(Student did not answer)&lt;br /&gt;Professor : Is there Sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the World, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;Student : Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt;Professor : So, who created them?&lt;br /&gt;(Student had no answer)&lt;br /&gt;Professor : Science says you have 5 Senses you use to Identify and Observe The World around you. Tell me, son...have you ever &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; GOD?&lt;br /&gt;Student : No, sir.&lt;br /&gt;Professor : Tell us if you have ever heard your GOD?&lt;br /&gt;Student : No, sir.&lt;br /&gt;Professor : Have you ever Felt your GOD, Tasted your GOD, Smelt your GOD? Have you ever had any Sensory Perception of GOD for that matter?&lt;br /&gt;Student : No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;Professor : Yet you still believe in HIM?&lt;br /&gt;Student : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Professor : According to Empirical, Testable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science says your GOD doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?&lt;br /&gt;Student : Nothing. I only have my Faith.&lt;br /&gt;Professor : Yes, Faith. And that is the problem Science has.&lt;br /&gt;Student : Professor, is there such a thing as Heat?&lt;br /&gt;Professor : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Student : And is there such a thing as Cold?&lt;br /&gt;Professor : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Student : No, sir. There isn't...&lt;br /&gt;(The Lecture Theatre became very quiet with this turn of events)&lt;br /&gt;Student : Sir, you can have Lots of Heat, even More Heat, Superheat, Mega Heat,&lt;br /&gt;White Heat, a Little Heat or No Heat. But we don't have anything called Cold. We can hit 458 Degrees below Zero Which is No Heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as Cold. Cold is only a Word we use to describe the Absence of Heat. We cannot Measure Cold. Heat is Energy. Cold is Not the Opposite of Heat, sir, just the Absence of it.&lt;br /&gt;(There was pin-drop &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;silence&lt;/span&gt; in the Lecture Theatre)&lt;br /&gt;Student : What about Darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as Darkness?&lt;br /&gt;Professor : Yes. What is Night if there isn't Darkness?&lt;br /&gt;Student : You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is the Absence of Something. You can have Low Light, Normal Light, Bright Light, Flashing Light... But if you have No Light constantly, you have nothing and its Called Darkness, isn't it? In reality, Darkness isn't. If it is, You would be able to make Darkness Darker, wouldn't you?&lt;br /&gt;Professor : So what is the point you are making, young man?&lt;br /&gt;Student : Sir, my point is, your Philosophical Premise is flawed.&lt;br /&gt;Professor : Flawed? Can you explain how?&lt;br /&gt;Student : Sir, you are working on the Premise of Duality. You argue There is Life and then there is Death, a Good GOD and a Bad GOD. You are Viewing the Concept of GOD as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, Science can't even explain a Thought. It uses Electricity and Magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully&lt;br /&gt;understood either one. To view Death as the Opposite of Life is to be ignorant of the fact that Death cannot exist as a Substantive Thing. Death is Not the Opposite of Life, just the Absence of it. Now tell me, Professor, do you teach your Students that they evolved from a Monkey?&lt;br /&gt;Professor : If you are referring to the Natural Evolutionary Process, yes, of course, I do.&lt;br /&gt;Student : Have you ever observed Evolution with your own eyes, sir?&lt;br /&gt;(The Professor shook his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the&lt;br /&gt;argument was going)&lt;br /&gt;Student : Since no one has ever observed the Process of Evolution at work and Cannot even prove that this Process is an On-Going Endeavor, Are you not teaching your Opinion, sir?&lt;br /&gt;Are you not a Scientist but a Preacher?&lt;br /&gt;(The Class was in uproar)&lt;br /&gt;Student : Is there anyone in the Class who has ever seen the Professor's brain?&lt;br /&gt;(The Class broke out into laughter)&lt;br /&gt;Student : Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor's brain, felt it, touched or smelt it?...&lt;br /&gt;No one appears to have done so. So, according to the Established Rules of Empirical, Stable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science says that you have No Brain, sir. With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir?&lt;br /&gt;(The Room was silent. The Professor stared at the student, his face unfathomable)&lt;br /&gt;Professor : I guess you'll have to take them on Faith, son.&lt;br /&gt;Student : That is it sir...Exactly!&lt;br /&gt;The Link between Man &amp;amp; GOD is FAITH.&lt;br /&gt;That is all that Keeps Things Alive and Moving.&lt;br /&gt;That student was ALBERT EINSTEIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-7520718624079955176?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/7520718624079955176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-with-much-realisation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/7520718624079955176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/7520718624079955176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-with-much-realisation.html' title='A day with much realisation'/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-6793048227667640773</id><published>2010-06-15T20:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T23:12:23.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I went for Amath class-really, really reluctant go- but it was that&lt;br /&gt;last 40 minutes with Andrea that made me realize that I didn't have any problems&lt;br /&gt;at all. Not math problem problems, but life-related stuff problem problems. All&lt;br /&gt;along i was thinking if I should stop all confusion and carry on with life, but&lt;br /&gt;actually, it doesn't have to be that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was talking about how sweet this guy was... no wait.. correction.. How sweet this guy IS. He is really such a sweetie. You would go, 'aaawww' at almost every sentence he typed in his text messages. Lengthy, romantic text messages that will melt every girl's heart. The conversation&lt;br /&gt;somehow led to D. The more i talked about him, the more i realize how fortunate i am to have known him.&lt;br /&gt;Even though everything doesn't seem right and everything is against you, the only thing you can to do is to follow your heart. And even though THAT person hurt you, all you have to do is listen to yourself. Because you can somehow tell if he is telling the truth or not. It might sound cliche and all, but it really is the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: But some of my friends said just let it go..&lt;br /&gt;Andrea: They may be right.. But typical Filipino guys are like that right? They're  different.&lt;br /&gt;Me: True..&lt;br /&gt;Andrea: When you find a guy who's worth as much, just hang onto him and cherish him..&lt;br /&gt;Me: Smiles widely*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guys are not worth our tears but i believe that you're the guy who is actually worth crying for"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaww,i wouldn't feel alright if it weren't for Andrea. Thank you my dear friend ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw pa rin ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-6793048227667640773?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/6793048227667640773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/06/today-i-went-for-amath-class-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/6793048227667640773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/6793048227667640773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/06/today-i-went-for-amath-class-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-2633217544146123694</id><published>2010-06-13T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T22:58:03.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To a very special friend of mine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-2633217544146123694?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/2633217544146123694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/06/to-very-special-friend-of-mine-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/2633217544146123694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/2633217544146123694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/06/to-very-special-friend-of-mine-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-521155092892788314</id><published>2010-06-12T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T22:59:11.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/TBY_GXTXN2I/AAAAAAAAANA/POZCJierMj0/s1600/29139_438379955902_743645902_6129616_5203784_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482638974937151330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/TBY_GXTXN2I/AAAAAAAAANA/POZCJierMj0/s400/29139_438379955902_743645902_6129616_5203784_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/TBY_AZ8goNI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ivXLxmg8SKA/s1600/29139_438379955902_743645902_6129616_5203784_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An evening I didn't expected.. It was Benny's belated birthday celebration at town. And that picture above is the only photo that has most of us in it.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;. I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched the A Team and it was awesome. Lots of action going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the movie we headed to Plaza Sing. for dinner at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pizzahut&lt;/span&gt;. Well, something depressing came up so I didn't have the mood to eat or to stay at that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; any longer.. For the record, i only ate 1 slice of toast bread with cheese in the morning and 1 slice of pizza earlier on. Yes, i was THAT upset. And confused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-521155092892788314?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/521155092892788314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/06/evening-i-didnt-expected.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/521155092892788314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/521155092892788314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/06/evening-i-didnt-expected.html' title=''/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/TBY_GXTXN2I/AAAAAAAAANA/POZCJierMj0/s72-c/29139_438379955902_743645902_6129616_5203784_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-1075634813919967737</id><published>2010-06-01T19:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T10:08:59.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YFC Retreat- 29th to 30th May</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/TBBIpgpiWMI/AAAAAAAAAMo/gOmKUtVRAFY/s1600/yfc+CC+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 294px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480960624485882050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/TBBIpgpiWMI/AAAAAAAAAMo/gOmKUtVRAFY/s400/yfc+CC+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/TBBICmC-jzI/AAAAAAAAAMY/8oFNnDO1Ix0/s1600/yfc+CC.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/TBBIM_WBeLI/AAAAAAAAAMg/CCUsQl6WqBk/s1600/yfc+CC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 401px; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480960134509328562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/TBBIM_WBeLI/AAAAAAAAAMg/CCUsQl6WqBk/s400/yfc+CC.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my weekend at the Salvation Army, Bukit Timah-The YFC Weekend Retreat, and it was Ah-mazing.&lt;br /&gt;The Cross Culture team -YFCs from the Philippines. Isn't it cool knowing that there are YFCs all over the world?? Hahah- they lead us in this camp and i can truthfully say that i learned a lot from it..&lt;br /&gt;And surprisingly, we had an awesome party on that Saturday night. There was a lot of dancing.. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the retreat(Sunday), we brought the Cross Culture (CC) around town for shopping! Damn.. I was tempted to buy everything that caught my eyes. Most of the time i was with Ate Ayana and i tell you, she's the sweetest thing! Haha. She's sooo cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Im stuck in school for Study Camp (8am-4pm) this whole week while the rest can enjoy their holiday that Im sure it'll be so much fun.. (I saw the schedule.. and damn.. I'm gonna miss out on a lot of stuff.. Sentosa/Universal Studio/Zoo/Bird park.. ect. )&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. I still cant believe I'm gonna miss out on all of those activities.. What a bummer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, (being random here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have lost your way through life and you don’t know which way is up, this is my advice for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can’t remember which way is up&lt;br /&gt;If you feel like you’ve had enough&lt;br /&gt;If the world keeps knocking you down&lt;br /&gt;And no peace of mind can be found&lt;br /&gt;I have the best answer for you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll tell you exactly what to do&lt;br /&gt;Get down on your knees and pray&lt;br /&gt;I’m here to tell you…it’s the only way&lt;br /&gt;You can look up and down those hard roads&lt;br /&gt;You’ll never be able to lay down your load&lt;br /&gt;Unless you stand still…and stay&lt;br /&gt;I’m here to tell you…it’s the only way&lt;br /&gt;No one down here can be your saving grace&lt;br /&gt;One day you’ll look into the Master’s face&lt;br /&gt;You better be saved on that judgement day&lt;br /&gt;I’m here to tell you…it’s the only way&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you about the love of Jesus&lt;br /&gt;He died on a cross for all of us&lt;br /&gt;For all of our sins He did pay&lt;br /&gt;I tell you now…it’s the only way (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S &lt;strong&gt;Magnum Gold&lt;/strong&gt; tasted like some ordinary $1.50 ice cream.. Haha, some of my girlfriends and I went around looking for the &lt;em&gt;Gold&lt;/em&gt;. We finally found it at Cheers, Tampines today and to my disappointment, i couldn't taste the &lt;em&gt;Gold&lt;/em&gt;. I expected more. Haha..&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/2432912424476792396-1075634813919967737?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/1075634813919967737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-spent-my-weekend-at-salvation-army.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/1075634813919967737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/1075634813919967737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-spent-my-weekend-at-salvation-army.html' title='YFC Retreat- 29th to 30th May'/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/TBBIpgpiWMI/AAAAAAAAAMo/gOmKUtVRAFY/s72-c/yfc+CC+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-4340835336603894495</id><published>2010-05-27T22:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T22:39:29.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These are the lowest grades i ever had, and it will be lowest grades &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; ever get.&lt;br /&gt;Damn.. I am beyond disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know, i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have the motivation to work harder. I feel like there's no hope anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously feel like giving up... &lt;em&gt;(great)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry, i cant maintain a 14. Ready to pack? ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish i could bubble wrap my heart in case i fall and break apart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-4340835336603894495?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/4340835336603894495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/05/these-are-lowest-grades-i-ever-had-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/4340835336603894495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/4340835336603894495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/05/these-are-lowest-grades-i-ever-had-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-3489720721217007549</id><published>2010-05-23T12:48:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T21:59:39.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/S_56laFXYpI/AAAAAAAAAMI/MEo0Ca272QU/s1600/29166_396710633279_596968279_3973907_8026085_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475948980004676242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/S_56laFXYpI/AAAAAAAAAMI/MEo0Ca272QU/s400/29166_396710633279_596968279_3973907_8026085_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/S_55ylSTOrI/AAAAAAAAAMA/QJhBNMHzssY/s1600/29166_396710633279_596968279_3973907_8026085_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;''Truth is, everybody is going to hurt you; you just&lt;br /&gt;gotta find the ones worth suffering for. ''- Bob Marley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Isn't that true?? Haha, Ok, anyway... I had an awesome time last night! It was Kyle's debut (my first time attending one). It might not be as grand as a debut should be, but I'm sure everyone had lots of fun. The thing was, Kyle thought it was only going to be a simply party at her house. But actually, we surprised her with 18 roses and 18 candles. Alexis and I also dressed her up. Haha. It was funny coz she wasn't the type who wear dresses and make up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We lined up performances for her all night, and i tell you, they were amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY KYLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Jaymee! I actually wanted to attend KC's party too.. I'm sorry Kaezia. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And today, I just had catechism class in the morning and mass will be later in the evening. And personally, i think it was one of the best lesson. Kevin and Gloria ( our catechist) wasn't there so I guess the lady in front talking was the substitute teacher. Haha. She was really good at talking.. Her stories were interesting and easy to understand.. And we had a paraliturgy. So yeah, the class wasn't as noisy as before.. Seriously, it can get pretty annoying when everyone starts to talk at the same time. Plus, they were talking so loudly about some irrelevant and stupid stuffs. I was close to shouting. Seriously boys.. You guys are 15 already..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here's a summary on what i learned today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Prayer is a gift from God. Pray with your heart and soul and don't get distracted when doing so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do not expect to get big miracles from Him but look out for the small ones.. All the coincidentals and luckiness are the work from God. And if you pray for something and it didn't come true, maybe it is something you don't really need or maybe you should be a little more patient. Remember, He loves us no matter how sinful we are. He do the right things at the right time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So have more faith, OK? (:&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/2432912424476792396-3489720721217007549?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/3489720721217007549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/05/attitude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/3489720721217007549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/3489720721217007549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/05/attitude.html' title='Attitude.'/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/S_56laFXYpI/AAAAAAAAAMI/MEo0Ca272QU/s72-c/29166_396710633279_596968279_3973907_8026085_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-5348670993946523946</id><published>2010-05-21T20:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T22:01:37.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/S_57IZxt0CI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/4KNbOqBHw3M/s1600/29639_429771235902_743645902_5888321_3099528_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475949581217681442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/S_57IZxt0CI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/4KNbOqBHw3M/s400/29639_429771235902_743645902_5888321_3099528_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A great week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my last Mid year paper on &lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;. The usual people and i ate breakfast at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt; after the NE quiz and then we went back to school to play basketball, soccer, netball.. It was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; fun! Especially basketball &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I've got 2 professionals to teach me. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;. But i kinda regret when i realized i became darker and when my body starts to ache.&lt;br /&gt;A really bad idea if you're going &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sentosa&lt;/span&gt; the next morning. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. Gillian, Cheryl, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hidayuh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fathin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shimin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zhao&lt;/span&gt;, Marcus, Nash, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hervy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yisheng&lt;/span&gt;, Andrew, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ziqin&lt;/span&gt; and I went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Palawan&lt;/span&gt; Beach, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sentosa&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;. And i must say, it was one of the best outing ever! Ah-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mazing&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;We were suppose to meet at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Simei&lt;/span&gt; at 9am to buy stuffs, but we girls took so long to get ready.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;. The guys still had time to eat breakfast at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LJS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;By the time we bought all the necessary stuffs and after eating lunch at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Vivo&lt;/span&gt;, it was already around 1pm, i think.. We played some beach games and a nice game of Captain's Ball-the best match yet! We also played around with the water and took lots of lots of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and did i mention the beach was really nice? Maybe not as nice as other countries', but it's way better than the rest of the beaches here. And it was so peaceful too. ( No one else besides us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so while the guys played more games and went swimming, we went to explore another island. It was just opposite actually.. We took this scary bridge and there, we took more pictures and made a fool out of ourselves by doing some weird stuffs while Andrew took videos of us.&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;funnay&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;. And i never thought Gillian would post all of it in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;. Gosh. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when it started to rain around 5pm plus, we headed to the toilet to bathe. We took so long. And the guys had to wait for like, 30 minutes, AGAIN. (sorry) We went to Harbour Front for dinner. Loads of laughter there. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. But the laughter wasn't over yet.. When we were heading to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MRT&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hidayuh&lt;/span&gt; started videoing me. I was acting bimbo and all.. And from then on, we started interviewing everyone. What a joke. We made so much noise in the train.. Really, it was damn hilarious! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;. It seemed like few minutes when i reached &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pasir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ris&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;That was a wonderful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;, we got back our results. It was really depressing.. Not the kind of grades I'm hoping to get for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Olevels&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously, it was damn pathetic. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Erm&lt;/span&gt;, well, i cant remember what i did on this day.. Lunch at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Niwa&lt;/span&gt; Sushi with Gillian, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zhao&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yisheng&lt;/span&gt; and then it was home-sweet-home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back the rest of the results on &lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;. Even though i only failed chemistry (not surprise), i bet my parents will ground me for God-knows-how-long.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aaahh&lt;/span&gt;.. It is really, really depressing. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not even sure if i wanna show my papers to them..&lt;br /&gt;All my grades are so shitty. Especially Math. God damn it!! Lots of CARELESS MISTAKES. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;. I was really surprise at my carelessness. Missed a minus sign there, missed a plus sign here, counted wrongly, missed a '2' somewhere... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aargh&lt;/span&gt;... And my science?! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, after school, went for Girl Guides' POP.. And then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday &lt;/strong&gt;(today), &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hidayuh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fathin&lt;/span&gt;, and i watched 2 movies in one day! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, i never did that before. First it was The Last Song and then it was the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IP&lt;/span&gt; Man 2. Gillian came and watched the last movie with us. It was really, really good. I enjoyed myself (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-5348670993946523946?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/5348670993946523946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/05/great-week-i-had-my-last-mid-year-paper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/5348670993946523946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/5348670993946523946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/05/great-week-i-had-my-last-mid-year-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/S_57IZxt0CI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/4KNbOqBHw3M/s72-c/29639_429771235902_743645902_5888321_3099528_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-2135484586330437098</id><published>2010-05-14T17:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T14:09:44.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week was such a drag.. My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; felt like Thursday and my Wednesday felt like Friday.. Mugging every single night and went out everyday for study dates. Seriously. Yeah, it's exam week.. The most unprepared one ever. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aaaahhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to make the matter worst, i wasn't feeling well..no, i AM NOT feeling well-flu and sore throat. Everyone in the hall was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;quietly&lt;/span&gt; doing their paper while i was there, sneezing and coughing so loudly. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aahh&lt;/span&gt;, so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;should have&lt;/span&gt; seen the doctor and take an MC so that i wouldn't take the bloody papers.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jannine&lt;/span&gt;, why-oh-why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, at least it's not the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Olevels&lt;/span&gt;. If this was the case, i can kiss Singapore goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;So this is a wake up call for me huh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was really weird. After the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Amath&lt;/span&gt; paper2, Jessica, Mariam, Cheryl, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hidayuh, Gillian &lt;/span&gt;and i went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt; for lunch. We finished eating when suddenly a man, around his 50s came in and ate the leftovers on the tables. His hands were shaking so much, and he tried to stuff everything in his mouth. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hidayuh&lt;/span&gt; was still eating her cheese fries so she gave it to him.. It was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pitiful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; the manager asked him to stop eating.. She even called the security guards. 2 security guards came and took him out of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;. He took like, few minutes to gobble up everything.. Gawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of them left, this teenage boy came in few minutes later and took leftover chili sauce on the tables. He was seriously looking at all the empty tables for chili sauce.. That was... really weird.&lt;br /&gt;He went in the toilet and God-knows-what he was doing there. We were like, is he going to eat all those chili sauce??&lt;br /&gt;It's such a pity. I didn't know there are such people in Singapore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aaahh&lt;/span&gt;, enough talk.. I still got chemistry paper1 on Monday. The last paper, for now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-2135484586330437098?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/2135484586330437098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-week-was-such-drag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/2135484586330437098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/2135484586330437098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-week-was-such-drag.html' title=''/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-8524873931476481364</id><published>2010-05-08T13:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T14:50:23.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;[text message from mom from the Philipines]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;R u at home alrdy? Lance follow ur ates, ok? Good boy right? Ates pls teach him. People here say i look young and pretty like an actress n look very rich. Haha they dont know how much my utang, hehe. Thanks guys for being good children.. except when u argue. Hhehe. Anyways be safe and take care. Luv yah&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, yeah.. My parents went back to the Philippines for 9 whole days.. Man, I should be enjoying right now. Unfortunetly, it's during the exam week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4th May, Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of taking in charge and the first day of exams-English paper. Nothing much to say about the papers.. Like what Madam Adibah said, it was deceptively easy. Gawd..&lt;br /&gt;Dinner's 6.30pm everyday at White Sands. And then my siblings and i went to the library to study..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5th May, Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese papers. Eeer, i have nothing to say about it.. I kept repeating the same sentences on my composition and i kinda did a guessing game for paper 2. We had dinner at Burger King and studied there till 11. No more going to the library after dinner coz it was surprisingly noisy.. Children singing nursery rhymes, mothers teaching their 4-year-olds how to read..etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6th May, Thurday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had normal lessons. Ate lunch at KFC with the usual people (Cheryl, Jess, mariam, gillian, hidayuh, fathin, apple, aizat, zhao, hariz, hervy, qi zin, yisheng, andrew... did i missed out anyone? ) And then hidayuh and i went to tampines library to study.. OK, maybe not.. I was trying to do Amath papers while Hidayuh was busy solving the Sudoku.. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home for a while and we met up again at Tampines Mall, Macs, to study. We studied till like, 11pm? And then we webcammed with Gillian. Hahaha, it was so funnay! We walked to the MRT station while Gillian was still webcam-ing with us. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7th May, Firday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practical Exam. I screwed up.. Seriously.. What a waste..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after all of that, gillian, hidayuh, hervy, yisheng, marcus, zhao, andrew, aizat, nash and i went to the airport for lunch-Brooks cafe. Yumm! We had a great time there, laughed a lot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back home to bathe and change out from my uniform, brought my study materials and went back to the airport to study. Met up with jess, mariam and the other E2s to study.. Had Burger King for dinner and then went with gillian, hidayuh and fathin to study. Apparently, Burger king was way to noisy and crowded.. So we headed to Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a text message from an unknown number.. I read the numbers carefully.. And oh man.. It couldn't be....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried not think about it and continued to study till 2 men came to sit next to us. ( Gillian and Fathin left already. So it was me and hidayuh) One of them was a publisher and another was an English man. Haha, i don't know why, but they started talking to us about random stuffs.. It was funny. Luckily we manage to catch the last train.. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time i reached White Sands, it was already 12am and Deah and Sheryl was still studying at Macs. So decided to go there study for a while more. But nothing could get into my head.. Ended up sleeping at 1am and then woke up at 2am to head back home.&lt;br /&gt;So exhausted..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-8524873931476481364?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/8524873931476481364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/05/text-message-from-mom-from-philipines-r.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/8524873931476481364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/8524873931476481364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/05/text-message-from-mom-from-philipines-r.html' title=''/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-8016387978783233361</id><published>2010-05-03T00:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T01:17:08.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I bore you</title><content type='html'>The feeling of being hopeless..&lt;br /&gt;The nightmare that wasn't going to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put on quite a show.. You really got me going.&lt;br /&gt;But now it's time to go.&lt;br /&gt;And now, all i ask, is for you to get off my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count the nights, hypnotizing mists&lt;br /&gt;Sad sights come&lt;br /&gt;then, Painful flights&lt;br /&gt;and heartbreaking goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantasies, a form of sanity&lt;br /&gt;then, realization and sighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need for clarity&lt;br /&gt;Tender and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stinging&lt;/span&gt; pain&lt;br /&gt;Clutches an aching soul.&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness, the creation of woe&lt;br /&gt;Pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;left out in the cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explanations &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;portray&lt;/span&gt; desperation&lt;br /&gt;and a broken love song&lt;br /&gt;Again the past smothers every reason&lt;br /&gt;of much needed release&lt;br /&gt;Hopes like the carrying wind&lt;br /&gt;kissing the fresh wounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love you&lt;br /&gt;why have you forgotten?&lt;br /&gt;now&lt;br /&gt;I'm tortured&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please get off my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-8016387978783233361?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/8016387978783233361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/05/feeling-of-being-hopeless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/8016387978783233361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/8016387978783233361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/05/feeling-of-being-hopeless.html' title='I bore you'/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-576382519628804632</id><published>2010-04-30T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T23:25:56.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused?</title><content type='html'>No.. no, wait, I don't know.. You've made me realized that studies was not the only reason. It made me more confused and upset. Because maybe it's hard to accept the situation right now. It's hard to face the fact. I never thought it'll happen, but it did. I was wrong, and I regretted everything. I have no idea what's on your mind right now, but i could somehow tell... Why didn't I think of this before?.. It never occur to me before, i never thought you would do such a thing, because i thought you were the one. But I can't assume, can i? Things happen for a reason. And if this happens, I will just have to accept it and move on. Seriously, I don't know who you are anymore. Because you know why? People do change. Sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worst.. I'm not in a fairytale. This is reality.. So it's time to put some senses into my head. You know how hurtful your Sunday text was? It tore me apart. Now i realize there is no such thing as forever and always. There is no such thing as a prefect one. I can never trust someone so deeply anymore. Not anymore. I can't let history repeat itself again. But, deep down, I know you are a good person. A person who cares and understands.. But lately, i don't understand what's going on with you. You've changed your mind about me, that is what i can confirm. After everything we've been through.. I think it's a waste. We've struggled so much, but it ends up with a nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, i think its better to be safe. I don't want anymore of this drama.. And I'll said it again, I don't want history to repeat itself. I don't want to take anymore risk. God has plans for me, and I'm just gonna wait and find out.&lt;br /&gt;One thing which makes me feel very lucky-good friends. I have many good friends who are always there for me.. Basta, I felt love. You don't just look at one person who bothers you and give you so much problems, you have to look at all your wonderful friends. Because true friends last forever. This, i believe.&lt;br /&gt;They give a lot of encouraging words and show how much they really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's possible to go on, no matter how impossible it seems, and that in time, the grief . . . lessens. It may not go away completely, but after a while it's not so overwhelming”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;That was written on Andrea's blog. She wrote a special post just for me.. So sweet of her. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really love a person, you'll accept all flaws. So you are not being honest, are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-576382519628804632?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/576382519628804632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/04/confused.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/576382519628804632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/576382519628804632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/04/confused.html' title='Confused?'/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-8104272749460115905</id><published>2010-04-30T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T22:01:25.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was quite good (:&lt;br /&gt;I had the usual Friday lessons and the usual delicious lunch at Eighteen Chefs with my usual friends. Selina, Joana and Rebecca. Nicholas and Sean Micheal tagged along. Yeah, we're the CL bees.. We went back to school and did an Emath practice paper. Well, it was only me, Joana and Shirong. Met up with Hidayuh, Zhao and Nash.&lt;br /&gt;And the rest? I have no idea where they went... And guess what the guys were doing? Exercising at the library on the 2nd floor. Haha! Laughed a lot coz Joana was so hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to finish the practice paper, but we just had to watch the NCC(boys) POP parade. I feel so proud for my classmates (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the paper, Joana, Shirong, Hidayuh and i went back to the library to finish up the paper.. But the library just had to close. GOSH. So, Hidayuh and i decided to do Amath papers at the canteen while the rest went back home. I think Amath and marshmallows made us crazy. We sang out loud like lunatics and made weird nosies. Hahaha. Not many people were there anyway.. And besides, now Hidayuh could see the crazy side of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just we were about to leave school and go home, we saw Yisheng playing basketball. Haha, it made us wanna play too. Fathin, Hidayuh and I vs. Yisheng and Nash.&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo~ I could shoot some hoops.. And now I know how fun that sport can be. Because it was that incident when a fast-moving basketball hit right at my face-oh how it hurts a lot-that made me stay away from the court. Haha. How silly..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-8104272749460115905?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/8104272749460115905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/04/today-was-quite-good-i-had-usual-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/8104272749460115905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/8104272749460115905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/04/today-was-quite-good-i-had-usual-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-2444111257517470516</id><published>2010-04-25T11:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T12:05:37.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a lovely evening with Hidayuh, Gillian, Fathin, Apple, Koun, Selina, Hervy, Zhao Qi, Benny and Yisheng. Went out for Hidayuh's birthday yesterday. Walked around town-took loads of pictures, dinner at Swensen's ION-fish baked rice for me, loads of UNGLAM photos taken by the guys. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had catechism class in the morning, going church again later in the evening for mass.&lt;br /&gt;The arch bishop will be there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do not neglect your gift,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;which was given you through a prophetic message&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when the body of elders&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;laid their hands on you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                         -1 Timothy 4:14&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend everyone (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-2444111257517470516?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/2444111257517470516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/04/had-lovely-evening-with-hidayuh-gillian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/2444111257517470516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/2444111257517470516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/04/had-lovely-evening-with-hidayuh-gillian.html' title=''/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-8280654553109138104</id><published>2010-04-24T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T14:46:02.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life Still Has A Meaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is a future there is time for mending-&lt;br /&gt;Time to see your troubles coming to an ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is never hopeless however great your sorrow-&lt;br /&gt;If you're looking forward to a new tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is time for wishing then there is time for hoping-&lt;br /&gt;When through doubt and darkness you are blindly groping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the heart be heavy and hurt you may be feeling-&lt;br /&gt;If there is time for praying there is time for healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if through your window there is a new day breaking-&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for the promise, though mind and soul be aching,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If with harvest over there is grain enough for gleaning-&lt;br /&gt;There is a new tomorrow and life still has meaning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-8280654553109138104?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/8280654553109138104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-still-has-meaning-if-there-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/8280654553109138104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/8280654553109138104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-still-has-meaning-if-there-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-5061791181496188646</id><published>2010-04-23T22:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T14:26:54.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The most miserable week.&lt;br /&gt;But that's life, i guess.. It's like a roller coaster.&lt;br /&gt;But God has plans for us. All comes with a reason, I'm positive about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;after the CLB lesson, Joana, Selina, Rebecca and I went to &lt;em&gt;Eighteen Chefs&lt;/em&gt; for lunch. Ah, I miss the creamy white pasta with sausages. yumm... hehe.&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice long talk and then headed to &lt;em&gt;Popular&lt;/em&gt; to look for assessment books. There's so many kinds, don't know which one to buy.. Lesson learnt, don't think that 10cents does not worth much, don't just throw it away. Coz once you don't have a single cent anymore, you will feel that it is worth a lot and might regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joana was adding the total cost mentally, and damn... we're short of 10 cents! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and always remember to check your EZ-link card please. When we went our separate ways, i tapped my card, and guess what? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red light&lt;/span&gt;. I can't even enter the MRT with 95 cents. And seriously, i had no more money. Luckily Rebec wasn't too far away.. Or i might have to walk all the way home. How far is pasir ris from simei?-omg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, met Deah and Alisha at white sands and bought my assessment books. Like, finally. Where did i get the money from u ask? vouchers, of course. Haha. Decided to do homework at the library and then it was &lt;em&gt;home sweet home&lt;/em&gt; at 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm still thinking of you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-5061791181496188646?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/5061791181496188646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/04/most-miserable-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/5061791181496188646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/5061791181496188646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/04/most-miserable-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-1690284901259913063</id><published>2010-04-20T20:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T19:05:53.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cant really explain how &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; feeling right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most depressing day ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-1690284901259913063?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/1690284901259913063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-cant-really-explain-how-im-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/1690284901259913063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/1690284901259913063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-cant-really-explain-how-im-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-1403542237432446951</id><published>2010-04-13T19:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T19:22:35.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;LDFJBFJEOXKWKIFKGFBGKJGFJKBGKBGJKHBKFGKIGBJKBJKGJKBKJKV&lt;br /&gt;KFJGNOIJVRJGOERIOQKJRIVYUSNCPSKGOBLDNSJXKSNFFJFJFJDNDJVJ&lt;br /&gt;FDGNKRDJGRJOSDMOKCOEFWHATISWRONGWITHHIMMMWHYISHESO&lt;br /&gt;AAAARRRGHGHHHIDIDNTDOANYTHINGWHYONEARTHAREYOUTREATING&lt;br /&gt;METHISWAYFIRSTITSSCHOOLTHENBANDANDWHATELSEHUHMANNWHATIS&lt;br /&gt;WRONGWITHMEAHMVNROJGPLEASEHELPMEIDONTWANTOFEELTHISWAY&lt;br /&gt;ITISSTRESSINGMEOUTIREALLYWANTODOWELLINSCHOOLWHYISITSODIFFICULT&lt;br /&gt;SIGHKIGHIRJMJVRGNIHNJRVGJOIHREJIGMOREIJTIMCJIREMIIREJMJRNIJV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IFEELSOPATHETIC :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed at how the weather can relate to my mood sometimes..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-1403542237432446951?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/1403542237432446951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/04/ldfjbfjeoxkwkifkgfbgkjgfjkbgkbgjkhbkfgk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/1403542237432446951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/1403542237432446951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/04/ldfjbfjeoxkwkifkgfbgkjgfjkbgkbgjkhbkfgk.html' title=''/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-147968418479972227</id><published>2010-04-11T13:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T14:19:41.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh. Weekends can be quite &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stressful&lt;/span&gt; nowadays. I know, it's better than waking up extra early to finish up my homework and have lessons till like, 4.30pm.. And then going back home to do homework and study.&lt;br /&gt;But when it come to weekends, there's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; much to do. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Like for example, i was at town the whole day yesterday (but it was worth it) and today's Divine Mercy's Feast Day. I had to sell ice cream-New Zealand Natural. I tasted the chocolate fudge one. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yumm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the 9am mass with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Margarita&lt;/span&gt; and Spencer but i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; know there is a special mass later, at 3pm, where the arch bishop celebrates the mass with hundreds of parishioners from 28 different churches around Singapore. So yeah, it was some big thing. But if i attend it, another day will be gone. And no, I haven't study for my Social Studies' test tomorrow and there's still a pile of homework yet to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking about it makes me stress. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, i'll see how much i can do ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-147968418479972227?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/147968418479972227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/04/sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/147968418479972227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/147968418479972227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/04/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-5882761662776950245</id><published>2010-04-09T23:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T23:37:59.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, here's another story (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Illinois man who left the snow-filled streets of Chicago for a vacation in Florida. His wife was on a business trip and was planning to meet him there the next day. When he reached his hotel, he decided to send his wife a quick email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, when typing her address, he missed one letter, and his note was directed instead to an elderly preacher's wife whose husband had passed away only the day before. When the grieving widow checked her email, she took one look at the monitor, let out a piercing scream, and fell to the floor in a dead faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the sound, her family rushed into the room and saw this note on the screen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Dearest Wife,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Just got checked in. Everything prepared for your arrival tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S. Sure is hot down here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-5882761662776950245?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/5882761662776950245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/04/okay-heres-another-story-illinois-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/5882761662776950245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/5882761662776950245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/04/okay-heres-another-story-illinois-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-3568185091324372953</id><published>2010-04-09T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T23:20:16.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Salary Increase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One day an employee sends a letter to his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="gl_bold" border="0" alt="Bold" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ss&lt;/span&gt; to increase his salary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Bo&lt;strong&gt;$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$&lt;/strong&gt; life, we all need &lt;strong&gt;$&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ome&lt;/span&gt; thing mo&lt;strong&gt;$&lt;/strong&gt;t &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;$&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;perately&lt;/span&gt;. I think you&lt;strong&gt; $&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hould&lt;/span&gt; be under&lt;strong&gt;$&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tanding&lt;/span&gt; of the need&lt;strong&gt;$ &lt;/strong&gt;of u&lt;strong&gt;$&lt;/strong&gt; worker&lt;strong&gt;$&lt;/strong&gt; who have given &lt;strong&gt;$&lt;/strong&gt;o much&lt;strong&gt; $&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;upport&lt;/span&gt; including &lt;strong&gt;$&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;weat&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; $&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ervice&lt;/span&gt; to your company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;$&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ure&lt;/span&gt; you will &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$$&lt;/strong&gt; what I mean and re&lt;strong&gt;$&lt;/strong&gt;pond &lt;strong&gt;$&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;oon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your&lt;strong&gt;$&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;$&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;incerely&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norman &lt;strong&gt;$&lt;/strong&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The next day, the employee received this letter of reply:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rman&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I k&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;w you have been working very hard. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wadays&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;thing much has changed. You must have &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ticed&lt;/span&gt; that our company is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;t doing &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ticeably&lt;/span&gt; well as yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;w the newspaper are saying the world's leading &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;eco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;mists are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;t sure if the United States may go into a&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ther&lt;/span&gt; recession. After the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vember&lt;/span&gt; presidential elections things may turn bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;thing more to add &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;w. You k&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;w what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Manager&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;credits to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fathin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aerlisa&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;/span&gt; ..... (OK, i wanted to put her favourite colour on the font but i just realized she likes orange, lime green,blue,black white, gold, red.. So i was thinking of putting my favourite colour.. But there isn't any nice shade of pink. So i decided on a random colour. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;! )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-3568185091324372953?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/3568185091324372953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/04/salary-increase-one-day-employee-sends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/3568185091324372953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/3568185091324372953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/04/salary-increase-one-day-employee-sends.html' title=''/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-942704170620573453</id><published>2010-04-01T22:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T09:47:08.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, i just got back from Divine Mercy Church. It's Maundy Thurday today too you know.. All i can say is that going for mass is always a good way to release stress and to feel good. But, sadly, it doesn't take my tiredness away... I feel so restless and sleepy.. I don't know why ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to stay in church till like, 12am but i couldn't take it anymore. Or was i suppose to go church visiting around Singapore? Sigh, I'm super tired.. (Sorry) The school's Sports Day in the morning was really something... Instead of being a good spectator, my friends and i cam-whored the whole time. We weren't really paying attention to the event coz it's &lt;em&gt;oh-so-boring&lt;/em&gt;.. Just few of the categories were exciting to watch. The intense and everything.. Haha. I don't even know which house won..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then went to church later in the evening with my catechism class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so April's fool day? Moses kept giving us lame tricks.. Why would i fall for it?..&lt;br /&gt;But Angelo and Manfred scared me for a moment.. Gosh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-942704170620573453?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/942704170620573453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/04/hey-i-just-got-back-from-divine-mercy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/942704170620573453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/942704170620573453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/04/hey-i-just-got-back-from-divine-mercy.html' title=''/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-7143229014086051493</id><published>2010-03-27T11:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T12:52:40.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead beat..</title><content type='html'>Man, my week was really exhausting.. School was like from 7.45am to 6.30pm on all the school days except Friday coz there was this English Workshop from 2.45pm to 5.35pm. Then after that i still had to attend CCA till 6.30pm.... Then it's ME and homework till 12-2am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, except on Wednesday. Hidayuh, Gillian, Marcus, Zhao, Edison and I went to Sakura, Tampines SAFRA for Gillian's belated birthday dinner. Haha, it was kinda last minute... I actually planned to go home straight after the workshop and do the humanities holiday homework... But if that was the case, only the 3 guys will be going. So yeah, love you Gillian &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Haha, yes, we had a buffet. And it was del-licious! Noddles, rice, sushi, oysters, soups, cakes.. yumm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday was the most tiring day ever. The lack of sleep was really making me sleep during lessons. I tried not to, but concentrating was really difficult. After clb lesson, mariam and i went to Tampines North CC to collect our flyer tickets before realizing that we actually had to go Tampines East CC. So we made another trip to Tampines East and finally, the tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After saying our goodbyes, I had to rush to Tampines Stadium for the Sports Heats Day. Joana, Shirong, jocelyn and i participated in the relay.. And guess what? We didn't made it through-5th place. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a sprinter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that tiring afternoon, I had to go Divine Mercy to attend Penitential Service at 7.30pm with my cathecism classmates.. The confession was good but kinda short though... By the time everyone finished, it was already like quarter to 10? Mann, i was super hungry! And tired and sleepy and my body was aching. Seriously..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-7143229014086051493?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/7143229014086051493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/03/dead-beat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/7143229014086051493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/7143229014086051493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/03/dead-beat.html' title='Dead beat..'/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-3134288397207829906</id><published>2010-03-19T21:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T09:52:35.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/S6OWOrUqywI/AAAAAAAAAL4/hVNuClL789g/s1600-h/party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450365152940182274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/S6OWOrUqywI/AAAAAAAAAL4/hVNuClL789g/s400/party.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you believe it's Friday already?? I've yet to complete my homework assignments and quizzes. (I know, this isn't the first time you're reading this right? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not alone) I still want to revise my secondary 3 topics, you know.. Damn.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So does that mean no more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;flyer&lt;/span&gt; visit tomorrow? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chingay&lt;/span&gt; sponsored us &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;flyer&lt;/span&gt; tickets and unfortunately, my friends are going there tomorrow.. Gawd, is it worth spending my Saturday on other stuff besides school work?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Believe me, I'm already contented with my social life,... for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had English Oral Exam on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;morning and seriously, you can't blame the students if the teacher doesn't seem interested at all. After that short exam, Joana, Andrea and I had breakfast at East Point. And we talked. Talked about some really funny stuff. From Chinese-American babies to some really confidential ones. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;! I know, very random. Angelo's place after that. Ian, Angelo and I watched The Tooth Fairy starring Dwayne Johnson. Nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, woke up really early to follow my mom to Lucky Plaza. She wanted to send money to my grandparents. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. That was her only plan.. But i got the craving for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tapsilog&lt;/span&gt; so we went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jologs&lt;/span&gt; for brunch. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yumm&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we walked around Orchard to do some shopping. And you know what she said?? She was like, i should have asked lance to go with me instead.. I'm spending money again! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. I'm sorry, but it was so tempting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was that day when i finally did my homework. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Not all of it though.. The rest of the day was spent on the computer and at Martin's Birthday Party at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Coasta&lt;/span&gt; Sands Resort, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sentosa&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Partaay&lt;/span&gt;-ed (I know, i shouldn't use this word often.) till 11.30pm. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and it was funny when i talked with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zhao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Qi&lt;/span&gt; on the phone when i was on the way to the party. We were talking about the Class T-shirt, and when we were done talking.. this what happened..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Okay, Thanks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zhao&lt;/span&gt;: Okay. Bye bye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Bye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;.............A moment of silence* No one hangs up*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zhao&lt;/span&gt;: Okay. Bye. See you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: See you. Bye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;..............A moment of silence* No one hangs up*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zhao&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Eerr&lt;/span&gt;, okay. Bye. Take care.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Erm&lt;/span&gt;, take care too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;..............A moment of silence* No one hangs up*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zhao&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Eerr&lt;/span&gt;, were you waiting for me to hang up?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: laugh hysterically* Yeah! I wait for people to hang up then &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; hang up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zhao&lt;/span&gt;: laugh* oh, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;okok&lt;/span&gt;. Bye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Still laughing* Bye. Hangs up*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, he waits for people to hang up too. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. That was awkward, but really funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I had band practice the whole afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And today, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, went back to school again for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Amath&lt;/span&gt;. Not a lot of people attended it.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Naughtynaughty&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Then went over to Angelo's place in the afternoon. Never heard of this TV series, Joey. We watched it on the computer. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Hilarious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And by the way, eating vegetables fresh from my parents' garden are much more better than those at the supermarkets! A nicer taste!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just realized, my week was full of laughter :D Thank God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-3134288397207829906?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/3134288397207829906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/03/can-you-believe-its-friday-already-ive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/3134288397207829906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/3134288397207829906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/03/can-you-believe-its-friday-already-ive.html' title='Laughter'/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/S6OWOrUqywI/AAAAAAAAAL4/hVNuClL789g/s72-c/party.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-6429316204232281473</id><published>2010-03-16T15:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T17:12:40.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/S59FOMSMBZI/AAAAAAAAALo/lrjWtHCUQDw/s1600-h/plur-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449150184259585426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/S59FOMSMBZI/AAAAAAAAALo/lrjWtHCUQDw/s320/plur-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My weekends were kinda tiring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Parent-Teacher Conference was.. something.. All the worst things that could happen, actually happened. And i never thought i could get a headache by listening to them talk about, well, me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to JustAcia at Ehub for lunch because my dad said we should 'celebrate'.. ( Because SOMEONE suggested to my parents..) 'Celebrate' because i passed all my subjects. Sheesh.. Whatever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily the food was good, or i might be in that shitty mood the entire day... I ordered dory fish with melted cheese and had free flow of drinks and ice creams. yummm. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to my bed the first thing we got home( after changing out from my uniform, of course) and i fell asleep. A big shocker. I rarely take afternoon naps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up for Tagalog mass at 7pm at Holy Trinity. (Ah! I miss that church! ) Father Larry's homily was really funny! Hahaha. You are bound to laugh after every few sentences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the mass, we crashed in to Jaymee's house for dinner with father Larry and few other pinoy friends. Got home all tired and sleepy at around 1am plus, maybe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up bright and early for catechism class at divine mercy.. I know. I'm suppose to be confirmed by now, but lets just say i didn't know about it before?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stopped going when i was in primary 6 but now, sigh... i still have to complete it. Another option was to attend RCIA but, nah... not for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After class, went straight home to put down all my stuff and then straight to white sands with brother for lunch. I was suppose to attend lunch at Tampines North CC held by the Chingay but i didnt't. (aww)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have the time coz i had to be in CAEC by 2pm for YFC, PA. And CEAC is somewhere near Kovan MRT. So yeah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PA was G.R.E.A.T, as usual. Although, i don't know if my reflection made any sense. I just kept talking and talking till i had nothing else to say. haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took the bus with ann, angel, charles, jaymee and kylein to Pasir Ris, Downtown East after PA. Kylein's and LJ's birthday party at Tito Niel's chalet. Partaay-ed till 2am++(Yeah, coz my parents didn't know i had English Oral the following morning! haha)&lt;/div&gt;&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/2432912424476792396-6429316204232281473?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/6429316204232281473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-weekends-were-kinda-tiring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/6429316204232281473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/6429316204232281473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-weekends-were-kinda-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/S59FOMSMBZI/AAAAAAAAALo/lrjWtHCUQDw/s72-c/plur-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-5615599271310062706</id><published>2010-03-11T19:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T21:51:31.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/S5j0TSWmdGI/AAAAAAAAALg/esd0VGmxbig/s1600-h/peace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447372361485939810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/S5j0TSWmdGI/AAAAAAAAALg/esd0VGmxbig/s320/peace.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today was.. different. So much excitement. Seriously, i never thought we could do such a thing. The lying part was the most difficult, i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;I had to pinch my damn arm to prevent myself from laughing..&lt;br /&gt;And the excuses i had to make to that poor, clueless person because the plan didn't turn out the way we planned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would want to tell you about my day today but i cant say it now. I might blow the surprise! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;wait till she finds out (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I've been wanting to say this... It rained the whole morning yesterday. Yes, finally.&lt;br /&gt;It didn't seem like it rained this year.&lt;br /&gt;A period of abnormally and uncomfortably hot and usually humid weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i have to thank this kind lady for sharing her umbrella when it rained yesterday. This kind stranger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dark sky made it difficult to see how heavy the rain really was. It looked like it was only a slight drizzle, and you know how i am with umbrellas (just too lazy) so i just walked out without bringing one along. ( i didn't even bother taking the cute, pink one. The one that look like a water bottle. )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But oh boy! It was more than a slight drizzle. But i was protecting my emath file instead of myself. Worksheets are more important huh? haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was standing near the traffic light, thinking to myself when the green man will ever appear. I was already so wet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this woman came close to me and said something like, 'let's share umbrella.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It made my morning. Oh yes it did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even small stuff like that will make me feel very appreciated. It reminds me that there are many good people out there who really care for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So don't look at the bad qualities when actually, there are more positive things in your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-5615599271310062706?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/5615599271310062706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/03/peace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/5615599271310062706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/5615599271310062706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/03/peace.html' title='Peace'/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/S5j0TSWmdGI/AAAAAAAAALg/esd0VGmxbig/s72-c/peace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-7917192518627978666</id><published>2010-03-06T12:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T15:32:34.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Deleted*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess there's no point venting about the past.. That person doesn't even know i was affected by it.... considering that he actually lied to me? I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know... Maybe it wasn't on purpose.. I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to forget about it. But it's hard, you know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-7917192518627978666?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/7917192518627978666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-remembered-irememberedthatdaywhenyouw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/7917192518627978666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/7917192518627978666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-remembered-irememberedthatdaywhenyouw.html' title=''/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-4464019671955125092</id><published>2010-02-26T20:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T22:16:07.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/S4fHtcwclkI/AAAAAAAAALY/OatpXCFH8RY/s1600-h/untitled07-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442538258327967298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/S4fHtcwclkI/AAAAAAAAALY/OatpXCFH8RY/s320/untitled07-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was almost late for school today.. And you know what?! It took me only about 15 minutes to reach school. I live in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pasir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ris&lt;/span&gt; for goodness sake.. Trust me, taxi will not make it any better-heavy traffic, especially on the highway. (seriously) So the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MRT&lt;/span&gt; was my only option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as usual(whenever i take the 7.16 train), the security guard will make that loud whistle which signals the starting of morning assembly. Yes. Sometimes i wonder how he do that with his own fingers. Freakishly loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only realized i still had few minutes left when i was already sitting down, feeling very uncomfortable with the perspiration. I swore i wanted to take off my uniform and go back to the toilet and have a long bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ho said something like this before, '' Do not trust anyone.. Even me.. " For your info, he is my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Emath&lt;/span&gt; teacher. A TEACHER. And he said not to trust him. That's quite funny right? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. But maybe he's right.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, don't get me wrong, i do trust my teacher. But you cant trust everything what people says. Take the security guard for example. (Just an example. I'm not angry with him) You will have to face the consequences if you trust the wrong person..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO ANYWAY,&lt;br /&gt;Common Test is coming.. Time to give my best shot. This is the only way to pull up my grades &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; some of my tests were horribly done. We're talking about Cs here.. I know, I shouldn't get this grade.. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck people(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-4464019671955125092?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/4464019671955125092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-was-almost-late-for-school-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/4464019671955125092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/4464019671955125092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-was-almost-late-for-school-today.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/S4fHtcwclkI/AAAAAAAAALY/OatpXCFH8RY/s72-c/untitled07-1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-9214488781532381505</id><published>2010-02-21T14:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T15:58:37.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Most tiring week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, jessica, fathin and i went to nicholas' house for Chinese New Year. Reached home around 9pm? Tried to finish all my homework ( yeah, i tried. But i was too tired to finish it up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usual Wednesday. School, remedial, band practice. Reached home around 7pm. It's tiring! Especially when you have a biology test the next day and you haven't studied for it. And homework?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was even tiring. Mariam, deah and i had to go for the chingay rehearsal at 2pm to 10.30pm (!) Had to leave school early-missed a period of emath, CLB and physics remedial. Went home straight after the rehearsal coz there were loads of work. Reached home around 11.30pm already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Friday, we had to leave school early again. Went home, washed up, took our costumes and then to the tampines CC. It was the preview of the Chingay Parade at F1 pit. We were so hyper! haha. Well, coz we had to be.. Oh, and i didn't know siglapians were so friendly. They are a bunch of happy and friendly people. Not to mention, crazy.. well, only diyanah and serene. haha! (In a good way)&lt;br /&gt;Ate dinner at Macs after the parade with all the new friends at tampines mall. Then went home around 11.40pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Saturday? Most.tiring.day.ever. It was the school's 44th annual cross-country at bedok reservoir. And guess what?! I got 5th place for the sec4/5 girls category! I didn't expected it, really. Went home after the event. Got all my stuff ready then met Angelo for lunch at East Point. Went to his house for a while, then rushed to tampines CC. Yeah! It was the actual and final parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just three words. Tiring, painful, fun. It was so tiring coz i just ran 4.2km(?) in the morning and i didn't have enough rest. Mariam and i stand and waited for 2 freaking hours for the make up. Painful because the heels were killing me. I had 2 blisters on my toes and it was already bleeding. Fun. It was a new experience and my friends were just so fun to be with. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate dinner at Macs after that (again!), and something freaky happened. Don't wanna talk about it coz I'm getting scared again. Asked my dad to send me home, reached home around 1am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, till next time, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-9214488781532381505?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/9214488781532381505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/02/most-tiring-week-on-tuesday-jessica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/9214488781532381505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/9214488781532381505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/02/most-tiring-week-on-tuesday-jessica.html' title=''/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-1339923035547914134</id><published>2010-02-15T13:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T17:29:30.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/S3kPea_-QVI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ZKCTSS1hXRg/s1600-h/HEarts777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438395040344719698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/S3kPea_-QVI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ZKCTSS1hXRg/s320/HEarts777.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There in your lap I exist&lt;br /&gt;there in your arms I belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nothing else but your warmness...&lt;br /&gt;can make me feel how sweet life is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my only wish, is....&lt;br /&gt;you never doubt again what our love means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because without us being together&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in this whole world deserve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This life and past time should&lt;br /&gt;have learned us a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lived, we dreamed,&lt;br /&gt;we died, we again breathed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fought, we lost some battles&lt;br /&gt;but we survived and we gained our quest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days followed, happiness, hard times&lt;br /&gt;Sunsets and Sunrises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But our love remained the glorious knight&lt;br /&gt;that survived in hardest battlefields &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-1339923035547914134?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/1339923035547914134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/02/there-in-your-lap-i-exist-there-in-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/1339923035547914134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/1339923035547914134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/02/there-in-your-lap-i-exist-there-in-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/S3kPea_-QVI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ZKCTSS1hXRg/s72-c/HEarts777.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-3614663517264123336</id><published>2010-02-12T21:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T11:29:51.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/S3VcciLvKlI/AAAAAAAAALI/apYa8uSD88o/s1600-h/Vintage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437353770401868370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/S3VcciLvKlI/AAAAAAAAALI/apYa8uSD88o/s320/Vintage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey! I'm back! And no, no depressed/unhappy/negative post today..&lt;br /&gt;This week was sort of good. Like finally.&lt;br /&gt;Loads of free periods. Lesser remedials. Loads of camwhoring. Our teacher didnt come on monday, considering that we had 3 hours of Social Studies on that day. On tuesday, we had a fire drill during Amath(wich was a bad thing) but it was fun.. Wednesday was still Ok. And on thursday, Amath remedial was cancelled( and again, a bad thing.. but a good thing too coz we had enough time to go to the cinemas. Hehe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, we only had 3 hours of lessons.. No wait, 2 hours coz the last hour was PE..followed by the chinese new year celebration.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and you should have seen how the guys tried to give gifts to their crushes(and their girlfriends).. Seriously, they were soo shy.. Haha! I had a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went to bugis with jessica, cheryl and mariam. Yeah, I know! Shopping! It's my first time this year.. Sad huh?&lt;br /&gt;We looked around at bugis street first..saw this floral dress. Really nice, but i didn't buy it. Then met fathin at Iluma.&lt;br /&gt;I think i regret not buying that dress coz as we went to different shops, there was at least one type of that dress displayed. They were all saying that it was a sign. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to 313, Somerset and there, more floral dresses. Oh and we kept laughing too. Lots of inside jokes. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;And i dont know who started it, but we acted so bimbotic. I think mariam was going crazy on all those bimbo talk. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that tiring day( tiring coz it's friday, friday= the most tiring day of all days. Because of the weekdays in school. )went to meet my mom and did more shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, and that's all(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advanced Happy New Year and Valentine's Day to ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Good luck to Andrea. Hope her Sunday will be good. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-3614663517264123336?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/3614663517264123336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey-im-back-and-no-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/3614663517264123336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/3614663517264123336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey-im-back-and-no-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/S3VcciLvKlI/AAAAAAAAALI/apYa8uSD88o/s72-c/Vintage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-6884561069508786546</id><published>2010-02-05T20:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T21:26:07.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/S2wM61N_enI/AAAAAAAAALA/04C5fFY-I0A/s1600-h/converse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434733055187057266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/S2wM61N_enI/AAAAAAAAALA/04C5fFY-I0A/s320/converse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sad sinking feeling in your chest when you found out something...&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. i don't know how to tell you this, but there is no way you can understand me..&lt;br /&gt;What is past is past. But i wouldn't know what is in your mind right now.. right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;br /&gt;Today wasn't as i expected.. Emath test was a total shit. I know, Emath?!.. I must be kidding..&lt;br /&gt;And i went home, all alone, with the dark sky.. Luckily there was only a slight drizzle. But a pouring rain might help.. I used to go to an open space, with no umbrella whenever it rained heavily. It felt nice.. haha. But that was a very long time ago.. People might think I'm crazy if i do it now. The wind was so strong, strong enough to hear the sound it made. And when i got home, there was nobody there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had no keys.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day..&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully tomorrow will be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was this poor boy who wanted this toy very much. His father said he couldn't have it. He kept pleading him to buy the toy but he just wouldn't let. He didn't understand why the father didn't want to buy for him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So the boy ended up crying and started throwing tantrums at him. When they got home, the boy had a beating from his father.. Feeling very hurt, he asked himself, ' Does my father really love me?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Being a child is hard.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But being a teenager is harder.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-6884561069508786546?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/6884561069508786546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/02/sad-sinking-feeling-in-your-chest-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/6884561069508786546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/6884561069508786546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/02/sad-sinking-feeling-in-your-chest-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/S2wM61N_enI/AAAAAAAAALA/04C5fFY-I0A/s72-c/converse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-7027861526985693860</id><published>2010-01-30T12:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T13:41:27.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy endings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/S2PGEEcaJ5I/AAAAAAAAAK4/sj3co7ozb0U/s1600-h/tumblr_kuj1wuHCa91qzb7gjo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432403348753622930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/S2PGEEcaJ5I/AAAAAAAAAK4/sj3co7ozb0U/s320/tumblr_kuj1wuHCa91qzb7gjo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just realised, my posts has so much negativity.. This sucks. It's been going on since before the New Year, if you realised. If I'm not wrong, it was before December 28 when everything started.. When everything is not on my side.. When i start forgetting how to feel happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, i felt very pathetic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this week isn't getting any better. THE WORST WEEK YET.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, you know.. School.. The Olevels.. Dont wanna talk about what happened... Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bruised, battered, but still standing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and the fact that i made a decision which i might regret.. It kills me. I don't know why I'm getting this feeling that this is it.. It's fading away.. But i really hope not.. I don't like this scary feeling, i really don't wanna loose you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK. This wasn't the reason why i blogged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, there are many other stuff in life than to all these problems. I'm very grateful that Andrea and Joana opened up to me. (My Filipino classmates. I love you guys.) Looking at their problems made me realise that this is just how it goes.. Everything will come to a happy ending, if you try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe in happy endings. And you guys should to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at all those people who gave up.. Doing horrible stuff to themselves because they cant handle their problems. That's stupidity. They gave up, just like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a waste huh? It's just not worth it. What if everything will come to an end soon?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha. You see? I feel better again. Thank You Jannine. I thank God for letting me know how to stand up again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye, I'm gonna start studying. There's chingay rehearsal later! Lets dance! Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh oh! And i cant wait to go shopping! I miss it. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What better way to end with a smile? Smile (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-7027861526985693860?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/7027861526985693860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-endings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/7027861526985693860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/7027861526985693860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-endings.html' title='Happy endings'/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/S2PGEEcaJ5I/AAAAAAAAAK4/sj3co7ozb0U/s72-c/tumblr_kuj1wuHCa91qzb7gjo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-5344115228878836951</id><published>2010-01-22T22:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T00:02:51.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/S1nL5NckFSI/AAAAAAAAAKw/zkelNI7x81k/s1600-h/3200985081_b929d4aa0d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429595009494291746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/S1nL5NckFSI/AAAAAAAAAKw/zkelNI7x81k/s320/3200985081_b929d4aa0d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surprisingly, I've got the mood to blog. Haha. But really... What is there to update? It's pretty much all about school.. NO WAIT, It's ALL about school. (OK. i'm exaggerating a little bit..) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's occupying my mind, that's for sure, and that is a good thing. It feels as if i had no problems at all. Well, except stress from school..and the waking up early to finish up homework-not the point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The point is, it feels great when you don't have to worry about stuff. Complicating stuff which you wouldn't understand. I'm pretty muddled myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm just a little bit caught in the middle.. Life is maze. And Love is a riddle. I don't know where to go. I cant do it alone, I've tried. And i don't know why.. Slow it down. Make it stop. Or else my heart is going to pop. Cuz it's too much. Yeah, it's a lot. To be something I'm not. I'm a fool. Out of love. Cuz i just cant get enough...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till next weekend? Goodnight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-5344115228878836951?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/5344115228878836951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/01/surprisingly-ive-got-mood-to-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/5344115228878836951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/5344115228878836951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/01/surprisingly-ive-got-mood-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/S1nL5NckFSI/AAAAAAAAAKw/zkelNI7x81k/s72-c/3200985081_b929d4aa0d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-7381197614084886163</id><published>2010-01-15T21:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T22:33:09.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School's hectic! Even on the first day.. Like there's nothing else i can do beside school, homework, band practice and extra lessons. By the time i reach home, it's ME and HOMEWORK till i fall asleep. And about the extra lessons, structure remedial starts on Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww, man. School till 4.15 or 5 or 6 everyday? No. Wait. Wednesdays to fridays only. Mondays and Tuesdays will be even later. Haha, seriously, Im not complaining here.. Just worried..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. You know what comes after that.... I will be on hiatus from blogging..(like AS IF I'm updating regularly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always look forward to Fridays, ever since the beginning of last year.. But now, every minute count. No time to watch tevee. No time to use the computer. No more wasting precious time. Tomorrow's a busy day( like any other day)..&lt;br /&gt;There's the CCA Orientation in the morning, Jaden's birthday party in the afternoon, Chingay practice and bbq in the evening.. Ohmygee right? Considering that im taking my Os this year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to make long story short, I wont be blogging.. for now.&lt;br /&gt;Bye. Smile people(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-7381197614084886163?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/7381197614084886163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/01/schools-hectic-even-on-first-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/7381197614084886163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/7381197614084886163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/01/schools-hectic-even-on-first-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-3196186559140821594</id><published>2010-01-09T10:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T19:15:36.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Sixteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/S0l5xNOqcDI/AAAAAAAAAKo/qjOLCb2Ve-s/s1600-h/love-sick1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425001112416186418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/S0l5xNOqcDI/AAAAAAAAAKo/qjOLCb2Ve-s/s320/love-sick1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What better way to spend January 8 with awesome friends! Spent time with my dear friend at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ehub &lt;/span&gt;and then went to scape LAB for THE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;GIGS's&lt;/span&gt; concert. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Not bad Joshua :D thumbs up! We left early around 8.30pm(?) to do some window shopping and dinner. It seemed like years since i last saw him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On January 9, my family and i went for this big event at Divine Mercy. The official opening for the church. There were 31 priests and archbishop, Nicholas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Chia&lt;/span&gt;. And many many people..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An Amazing event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, went for the not-so-surprise birthday party. Thank you, miles, for organizing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was great, i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had the same cake i had for my previous birthday party. So coincidental. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the portrait of me, really, it was nice. Thank You Brian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank God we caught the last bus and train.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. i didn't expect so many wonderful people to wish me on my birthday.. Even the friends who i wouldn't thought they would, wished me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took me like, 2 hours to give comments to the people who did via &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;. It seriously took me that long. THANK YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the people who wished me via text message... wow.. THANK YOU SO MUCH. I received 100 over greetings.That's pretty a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to the people who called.. THANK YOU. I received a number of calls. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;, and there was a so-called prank when i was on the way to the party. Thank You for calling. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THANK YOU to the people who gave me gifts. Love it! THANK YOU to the people who wished me personally. And of course, THANK YOU GOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish i can type down all your names here and say something to each and everyone of you, but there's too many..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh, but what i really want is to feel happy again. I don't know why, but i don't feel happy deep down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I even forgot how it feels like to be happy. Seriously. It's like, there's something bugging me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Updated on January 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-3196186559140821594?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/3196186559140821594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/01/sweet-sixteen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/3196186559140821594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/3196186559140821594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/01/sweet-sixteen.html' title='Sweet Sixteen'/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/S0l5xNOqcDI/AAAAAAAAAKo/qjOLCb2Ve-s/s72-c/love-sick1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-8254580080035802455</id><published>2010-01-01T22:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:08:52.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful world with beautiful people</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/Sz4EKM-mwfI/AAAAAAAAAKY/rInympxiwcg/s1600-h/Happy_New_Year_2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421775574729671154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/Sz4EKM-mwfI/AAAAAAAAAKY/rInympxiwcg/s320/Happy_New_Year_2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR, beautiful World! It's January 1 2010..&lt;/span&gt; Gawd. I don't feel the new year.. Well not exactly.. It feels the same. The same old problem is still hanging around my neck.. I cant exactly tell you how I'm feeling right now.. And it's not really a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;New year. New opportunities. New adventure. No matter how hard this will be for me, I will continue to stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. You know what?! It feels as if I'm counselling myself whenever i type encouraging words here. I always make myself feel better. Weird huh? Like there's two of me...&lt;br /&gt;So you know what that means right? More '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;' talk? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I got my cell phone back but i don't have the courage to use it. Long story..(i don't feel like telling here anyway) And i don't want to do anything bad again.. Really. It hurts a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna thank all my wonderful friends who were always there for me. Without them, i don't think i can manage myself. And thank You, You've been very understanding. Seriously, it's been rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 2010.. Please be a good one. I need all the strength.&lt;br /&gt;Got your resolutions yet? Coz im gonna follow mine.. Well i hope so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-8254580080035802455?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/8254580080035802455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/01/beautiful-world-with-beautiful-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/8254580080035802455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/8254580080035802455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2010/01/beautiful-world-with-beautiful-people.html' title='Beautiful world with beautiful people'/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/Sz4EKM-mwfI/AAAAAAAAAKY/rInympxiwcg/s72-c/Happy_New_Year_2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-517383506212251386</id><published>2009-12-31T19:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T19:58:41.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SzyRX6jjbxI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/vyevhjsQmiE/s1600-h/Colourful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421367891488632594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SzyRX6jjbxI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/vyevhjsQmiE/s320/Colourful.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Is there a person in this world who have or had a perfect life?&lt;br /&gt;I even talked to the most cheerful people i know, and no..there isn't one.. They are always happy.. Smiling always.. But the truth is, everyone has their downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is perfect.. Stop worrying about not knowing what you want to do with your life. There are lots of people who don't have a clue either.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. Everything comes with a reason doesn't it? Like the time when you were punished for doing something foolish.. You wouldn't want to do it again. Right? So what if no one catches you?.. You will be doing the same old bad habit over and over again..&lt;br /&gt;That will be bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has to lead us.. He knows the way.. And you must follow.. Because it is the right thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;I know, sometimes doing the right thing is very difficult.. VERY.&lt;br /&gt;He has plans for us. And you must have faith in him.. The obstacles you are facing right now is part of the adventure. This make life interesting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, when you can stand strong, when nothing can tear&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you apart, when you have that strong faith and trust... I know one day, every problem you're facing right now will feel so insignificant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do not be afraid of your little adventure.. If it's meant to be, it really will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait for this brand new year.. A new year! A new level!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! Cherish every moment. Because there's such thing as a perfect moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you. If it's meant to be, it really will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-517383506212251386?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/517383506212251386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/12/is-there-person-in-this-world-who-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/517383506212251386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/517383506212251386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/12/is-there-person-in-this-world-who-have.html' title='This is LIFE'/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SzyRX6jjbxI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/vyevhjsQmiE/s72-c/Colourful.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-5398193299762014462</id><published>2009-12-26T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T22:18:35.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAH &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partttaayyy at my place.. I will update next time(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-5398193299762014462?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/5398193299762014462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-deah-partttaayyy-at-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/5398193299762014462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/5398193299762014462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-deah-partttaayyy-at-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-659903425317390998</id><published>2009-12-25T17:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T17:47:16.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling the spirit now.. wee~ it sure is the &lt;strong&gt;GREATEST TIME OF THE YEAR.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wont elaborate so maybe next time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas eve was great! Did last-minute shopping, attended the Midnight Christmas Mass.. The unwrapping of presents...&lt;br /&gt;ahh.. and finally! i was able to use my nikon D3OOs so took loads and loads of pictures. haha.&lt;br /&gt;After that had &lt;strong&gt;Noche Buena&lt;/strong&gt;. (!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, a christmas partaayyy at Jaymee's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people may take it for granted. They get excited. They get excited with the parties, excited with the presents..&lt;br /&gt;Today's celebration is for the birth of Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday, Jesus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-659903425317390998?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/659903425317390998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-everyone-im-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/659903425317390998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/659903425317390998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-everyone-im-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-2963684022315407133</id><published>2009-12-21T16:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T16:29:37.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/Sy8spgX5n6I/AAAAAAAAAKI/sJex9OETXCw/s1600-h/3130470601_0f1bfdb601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417597968326434722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/Sy8spgX5n6I/AAAAAAAAAKI/sJex9OETXCw/s320/3130470601_0f1bfdb601.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;THE JOY OF GIVING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; shopping the other day with mom..and the day after with Carrie &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Teo&lt;/span&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;And there's still loads of shopping to do. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but i was cleaning my room at 2 last night-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; right? Didn't feel like sleeping, and for once i wanted to tidy the place up-time to throw all those useless and unwanted stuff which i wouldn't want to.&lt;br /&gt;And somehow, i felt like i needed You... sigh...it has been 4543657423 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm not ready for school. STOP &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;PROCRASTINATING&lt;/span&gt; (!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-2963684022315407133?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/2963684022315407133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/12/joy-of-giving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/2963684022315407133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/2963684022315407133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/12/joy-of-giving.html' title=''/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/Sy8spgX5n6I/AAAAAAAAAKI/sJex9OETXCw/s72-c/3130470601_0f1bfdb601.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-2003214830857471229</id><published>2009-12-20T14:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T15:33:10.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The spirit of Christmas</title><content type='html'>Woke up bright and early for the rehearsal.. Darn it, i need my sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was packed! I was invited to this Christmas thing but ended up not going(sorry guys) coz there was a household Christmas party at tito romel's house. I had to help out in the cooking.. Learned how to bake some Filipino dishes( i forgot the names. And even if i did, i wouldn't know how to spell it) and maybe next time tita icel might teach me how to bake Oreo Cheesecake. yummm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exchanging of gift was the best coz it was really unique. We didn't just pass it around like most of us will do.. It was like strategy game. If you're clever enough, you might get the gift you want. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my family and i had to leave early coz my parents had to do some stuff at Holy Trinity. Yeah, yesterday's Simbang Gabi was held there..&lt;br /&gt;We went home first, took Max outside for a walk, and then deah and i, together with ate glee, rushed to Divine Mercy for the Youth Mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, the praise and worship was led by the YFC. We enjoyed it, but i bet the people who were clueless to what's that all about didn't really care..&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell.. Oh and the healing was really something. Words cant express how i was feeling that night.&lt;br /&gt;After everything finished, kylein, jaymee, deah and i went to Holy Trinity. Haha, we wanted the &lt;em&gt;super-good-porridge(&lt;/em&gt;aruscaldo) so badly. And besides, we haven't eaten our dinner(at 11pm?!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is why i really need my sleep.. By the time i reached home, it was already quarter to 1.&lt;br /&gt;But a lot of stuff is going in my head right now.. Maybe studying might help..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-2003214830857471229?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/2003214830857471229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/12/spirit-of-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/2003214830857471229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/2003214830857471229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/12/spirit-of-christmas.html' title='The spirit of Christmas'/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-3124211110247575151</id><published>2009-12-16T13:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T14:26:26.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maxy max</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was.. N.ICE.&lt;br /&gt;Band practice in the morning till 11am. It was pretty relaxing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; we played all those old, but really nice pieces.. Like, 'One moment in time' , 'Without you', ' That thing u do', Lady &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Marmalade&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ect&lt;/span&gt;. I like it that way. practice practice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met girlfriends around 1pm to study. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Eerr&lt;/span&gt;,to do homework, i mean.. OK, we also did a lot of talking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IMISSTHOSEGIRLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed home( i was all wet. Typical me, no umbrella.) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; Max was coming!! The cutest thing.&lt;br /&gt;Alexis told me everything what i need to do, send her off, and then &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Simbang&lt;/span&gt; Gabi at st. Anne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Simbang&lt;/span&gt; Gabi was pretty organised.. Even though there's 2 churches this time, it was still super full. The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Filipino&lt;/span&gt; population is growing fast. Very fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GreatTohaveWonderfulFriends&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it's time to study :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-3124211110247575151?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/3124211110247575151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/12/maxy-max.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/3124211110247575151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/3124211110247575151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/12/maxy-max.html' title='maxy max'/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-8593590924042894193</id><published>2009-12-14T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T23:09:47.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A typical &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;.. Except that i felt so shitty.. I felt so pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't play that well today, my mind was somewhere else. The clarinet doesn't sound so good and i know it's my fault. Of course it is.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;The piece i enjoyed playing today was 'Without You by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mariah&lt;/span&gt; Carey'.. It was.. nice.. But it made me so.. sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thank you for the text message. It certainly brightened me up &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; i didn't expect it from you. :D&lt;br /&gt;Talking about text message, Alexis &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; me and.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;. I get to take care of Max(a Maltese) for 2 whole weeks!&lt;br /&gt;She'll be bringing him tomorrow. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-8593590924042894193?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/8593590924042894193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/12/typical-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/8593590924042894193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/8593590924042894193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/12/typical-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-395078620611263774</id><published>2009-12-13T22:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T22:03:27.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advent Gathering</title><content type='html'>Today was..fun.&lt;br /&gt;This time it was the 70s style!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to Pat F.'s house first.. Then to the community centre, and then Kayla's house.&lt;br /&gt;It was really fun but nothing will change what I'm really feeling inside.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts a lot. Really, it does..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, our performance screwed up! We had to repeat the dance 3times..technical problem.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i really enjoyed myself..&lt;br /&gt;Had some crying moments, but they really cheered me up :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, until i saw the comment.. I know he don't mean it(i think) because there was a 'haha'... But i got really hurt, again, and... i don't know... It made me angrier and more upset.. It made me pessimistic..again.&lt;br /&gt;I can see how fragile i am now.. I don't know when it'll end. Maybe in 2 weeks time. I really hope so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was miserable, and still am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-395078620611263774?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/395078620611263774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/12/advent-gathering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/395078620611263774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/395078620611263774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/12/advent-gathering.html' title='Advent Gathering'/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-8465881786199820552</id><published>2009-12-08T15:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T16:23:44.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what is past, is past.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wanted to rewhine the time and go to your past and change whatever mishaps, misunderstandings or stuff you regret doing?&lt;br /&gt;I certainly do. I know many people would want that.&lt;br /&gt;Some people can forgive and forget, some cant. This always lead to anger, revenge and you end up hurting yourself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,i am not the kind who does that but i know i am the kind who does not forget these things easily. What more forgive? I DO forgive but have you ever thought the person may think it is all your fault? That actually, it isn't ALL your fault? That he/she thinks you were the bad one? That he/she knows you were a weakling? And that he/she never knew your side of the story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never said anything else, but sorry. You could have explain a little more further. What actually happened. Make them understand. Let them know that it is not entirely your fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you said, I'm Sorry. You said an unclear explanation.... And the person said, I'm Sorry Too. Not because he/she was in the wrong, but because he/she feels sorry for you or it feels right to apologize too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get what I'm saying? Maybe not. (just bare with me a little while more)&lt;br /&gt;I just wish i wasn't that foolish and naive to believe everything what my friend said.&lt;br /&gt;How i wish i wasn't that weak to stand up for my own rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, this is life. No matter how difficult it may seem, just remember, you are who you are. This is how you can become a better person. This is how you can learn from your mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me this... I'm not sure of the exact words but it's something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;God has to hurt your little heart in order to learn and become better.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, you have to get hurt, in order to learn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow..i feel so much better now.. Sorry, i need to say it all out coz I've been thinking about the past. I saw her just now, and i recalled the bad memories.&lt;br /&gt;But we're good now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear God, Please help me to forgive and forget. Please help remove all my personal junk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to make the path straight for you; fill up all valleys and make the mountains and hills short. Make me more like you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-8465881786199820552?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/8465881786199820552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-is-past-is-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/8465881786199820552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/8465881786199820552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-is-past-is-past.html' title='what is past, is past.'/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-8316104093382172027</id><published>2009-12-07T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:09:43.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ready to put the towel down?</title><content type='html'>I feel really guilty, once again..&lt;br /&gt;It has been rough, that's for sure. But what can we do? Are we gonna give up now?&lt;br /&gt;Well, i know some people had given up long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;But are you sure you really want that? Are you a sore loser?&lt;br /&gt;The scoldings we always get... Yeah. I know it's not worth it anymore...&lt;br /&gt;The emptiness in that room.. I don't hear the beautiful music anymore. I don't hear the praises anymore.. I don't feel the satisfaction anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is, am i ready to give it all up?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that will make my life easier. No more worries about the attendance..&lt;br /&gt;No more worries about feeling tired after every practice..&lt;br /&gt;Even he was giving up on us.&lt;br /&gt;The man who doesn't give up easily, IS GIVING UP ON US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lets think happy thoughts now..&lt;br /&gt;YFC Christmas Party 2009 on saturday(5/12) was fabulous. Everyone was &lt;em&gt;oh-so-gorgeous&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ate awesome food, played this dance game( the one you cannot move when the music stops), took loads of pictures, had this Grammy award thing and we danced all night. OK, well, till 10pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the following sunday morning(6/12), mariam and i had to go for the dance rehearsal. I was reluctant to go coz i was sooo tired, but i was just thinking of her.. She'll be all alone if i don't go! haha.&lt;br /&gt;And that took my whole morning, but it was kinda fun.&lt;br /&gt;Rested at home, and then went for the 6pm mass. That was the last mass for Father Johnson.&lt;br /&gt;He'll be moving to divine mercy, which is at pasir ris.&lt;br /&gt;I practically grew up in holy trinity so i guess i would want to go to both churches..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, we'll see what happens tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the chocolates, Kishen and Faizul!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hear music again. PLEASE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-8316104093382172027?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/8316104093382172027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/12/ready-to-put-towel-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/8316104093382172027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/8316104093382172027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/12/ready-to-put-towel-down.html' title='ready to put the towel down?'/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-3323666998921392636</id><published>2009-11-30T19:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T20:08:04.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Band Practice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;. Do you know what just happened today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open House just went and past... I really really feel guilty right now. I asked this kind teacher if she could help change my shift but i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; even go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept till 11am(feeling very satisfied &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; it has been ages since i slept this long. Full 10hours).&lt;br /&gt;I completely forgotten about today. Well, until i saw this banner right outside the school.&lt;br /&gt;A plain banner with bold capital letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OPEN HOUSE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two words. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was already 1pm when i reached school. The people probably left already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then here comes the practice.&lt;br /&gt;Lots and lots of scoldings...&lt;br /&gt;Lots and lots of lectures...&lt;br /&gt;Lots and lots of practice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me crazy but i think it was worth it. You can really learn &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of stuff from Sir if you really want to.&lt;br /&gt;Just listen very closely to his lectures... His stories..&lt;br /&gt;Some are very inspiring and you will be able to learn something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If he scolds you, if he punishes you, if he shouts at your face, it means he cares.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So learn from your mistakes and be a better person. DON'T be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pessimistic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you guys are reading this(especially the sec1s) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; i know you're not use to this kind of stuff...yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Thank you, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rebecca&lt;/span&gt;, for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;keychain&lt;/span&gt; you got me from Paris. I wanna go there someday!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-3323666998921392636?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/3323666998921392636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/11/band-practice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/3323666998921392636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/3323666998921392636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/11/band-practice.html' title='Band Practice'/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-5124805008779805059</id><published>2009-11-29T15:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T16:23:35.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SxIvIIs-VbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9PE_w2si1qI/s1600/smp_kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409437919246964146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SxIvIIs-VbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9PE_w2si1qI/s320/smp_kids.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gosh.. Woke up 6am for some really not-worth-it-event..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how or why my dad became a part of the Community Centre or RC or whatever u call it.. I think he wants to be in the parliament, i suppose? Wanna run for mayor or what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, we have to attend to soo many events..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In celebration of Singapore 2010? Yeah, had this brisk walk thing(more like some running competition). Lance and i ran bloody two rounds around the park, instead of half a round because the people didn't organize it properly. Some people even took short cuts, thinking that no one will notice and get trophies or win big money when they reach the finish line. Well, it looks like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do they feel guilty at all?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But whatever. It's not a competition. Everyone gets a certificate of completion. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was a better day. It was really unexpected.. I was suppose to go for the open house in school but i ended up attending the dance practice for the 70s Christmas Party on the 13th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met Jaymee and Kylein at the kembangan mrt station and then walked over to Alexis' place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you all know, YFCs are always late. We reached there exactly at 9am, i think. But the practice only started around 11am. But i was entertained by Max, the maltese. Such a cute little poopsy poo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, after the practice and talking of nonsense and being taught the guitar by martin, which i gave up on, and which he gave up on too, and the singing of songs, we went home for awhile..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family and i went to Luke Anthony's(L.A) birthday party. Chatted, eat( there was a huge chocolate fondue!!), took loads of pictures, as usual. Oh and i met some new friends. hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh oh! And we also played Charades. It was really funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh oh oh! And we looked through Tito Edwin's ipone photos. He got some of our old photos! Back when were very young.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA. HILARIOUS.&lt;/div&gt;&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/2432912424476792396-5124805008779805059?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/5124805008779805059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/11/gosh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/5124805008779805059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/5124805008779805059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/11/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SxIvIIs-VbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9PE_w2si1qI/s72-c/smp_kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-7865256984346995045</id><published>2009-11-25T11:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T11:51:20.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SwyevluDPQI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/yTyBxZMquLI/s1600/Photo0070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407871792981425410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SwyevluDPQI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/yTyBxZMquLI/s320/Photo0070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                              &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;  cravings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Complicated. I. am. confused. thank you very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Been kinda busy lately...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Saturday : PA @ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CAEC&lt;/span&gt;, meeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sunday : Dance practice, lunch with Mariam, mass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Monday : Band practice, lunch+dinner=? with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shikin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Tuesday :Band practice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Wednesday : Shopping( sigh, i need money (!) ) , Outing with Primary School Mates @ Discovery Centre? , Jeremy's Birthday Party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Thursday : ' It's about time i start doing my holiday homework. And study? I MUST. '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Friday : ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Saturday : Dance rehearsal for the 70s Christmas Party, Open house, Centurion Gathering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, you see.. On Saturday... I have to go for the open house, but the dance rehearsal is important too. But the Centurion Gathering cant be missed! And it clashes all at the same time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ohwell&lt;/span&gt;. Prioritise school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ugh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-7865256984346995045?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/7865256984346995045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/11/cravings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/7865256984346995045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/7865256984346995045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/11/cravings.html' title=''/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SwyevluDPQI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/yTyBxZMquLI/s72-c/Photo0070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-2331081945656545931</id><published>2009-11-19T12:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T14:09:49.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RedCamp 6 @ NP (3rd and last day)</title><content type='html'>The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;REDcamp&lt;/span&gt; was off the hook!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haziqah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nadiah&lt;/span&gt;, Manfred and i had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; much &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;funnn&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;*SCREAMS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued our path of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;discovery&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;OK, but before that, i was damn sleepy.. I woke up at around at 6am and we took the shuttle bus again at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tampines&lt;/span&gt; interchange. This time, Manfred came along with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learned the NP Mass Dance( 16 and All For One from High School Musical 2). &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, it got my tiredness away..., went to the school of engineering. We get to build our very own gravity-defying ball tower.( ours was seriously going to collapse), learned more cheers, the camp finale where we get to see the Singapore Idol finalists, did the NP mass dance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! We also put ourselves in the Singapore Book of Records. The longest &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hokie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pokie&lt;/span&gt; dance with the most number of people. And the other one... The longest and the most number of people sucking their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;lollipops&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. It was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after the awesome dinner, we went around taking pictures with friends and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SLs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; so gonna miss all of them.. I'll upload the photos when i find my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;USB&lt;/span&gt; cable..it's somewhere in the house, i hope.&lt;br /&gt;When it was around 8pm, it was time for the coolest Hop &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nite&lt;/span&gt; in town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zouk's&lt;/span&gt; DJ Andrew Chow, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NP's&lt;/span&gt; very own lecturer and former &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WKRZ&lt;/span&gt; 91.3FM DJ Jason Chow got us all in the groove.&lt;br /&gt;There were also some performers from i-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;-know-where.. Like i said, i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; really know local artists..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were like, dancing till 10.30pm and only reached home at 12am. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AHH&lt;/span&gt;! Super hyper!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; wanna miss &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;REDcamp&lt;/span&gt; @NP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Coz&lt;/span&gt; you know what? It's an annual thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S It's actually for Graduating Secondary Students, i think. They were surprised when we told our age. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(posted on 20/11/09, friday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-2331081945656545931?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/2331081945656545931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/11/redcamp-np-3rd-and-last-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/2331081945656545931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/2331081945656545931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/11/redcamp-np-3rd-and-last-day.html' title='RedCamp 6 @ NP (3rd and last day)'/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-6616743068668114366</id><published>2009-11-18T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T12:43:46.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SwYW5XtHemI/AAAAAAAAAJw/8cvRj8HH4B8/s1600/3749997268_d437ec3609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406033577576462946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SwYW5XtHemI/AAAAAAAAAJw/8cvRj8HH4B8/s320/3749997268_d437ec3609.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today's the second day of RED CAMP at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ngee&lt;/span&gt; Ann poly but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not going..&lt;br /&gt;I have to wake up at 6am again, and this time, it ends at 9pm. That's super long right? But actually that's fine with me... I know it'll be better than the first day.&lt;br /&gt;There will be some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mediacorp&lt;/span&gt; artists coming like The Polo Boys, First Class and &lt;a href="mailto:Sport-s@SG"&gt;Sport-s@SG&lt;/a&gt;  (like i know them... i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; watch local shows..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i think &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; got the flu. And my head and throat hurts. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Alot&lt;/span&gt;! (from yesterday's screaming)&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.. I think it's nice to just to rest and watch 2012 at the cinemas with Deane.&lt;br /&gt;The movie was really.. wow.. It never before have been so significant to so many culture, religions, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;scientist&lt;/span&gt; and governments.. It also shows the heroic struggle of the survivors.&lt;br /&gt;And really, it was touching..&lt;br /&gt;You should watch it(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-6616743068668114366?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/6616743068668114366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/11/2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/6616743068668114366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/6616743068668114366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/11/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SwYW5XtHemI/AAAAAAAAAJw/8cvRj8HH4B8/s72-c/3749997268_d437ec3609.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-4843146280285290018</id><published>2009-11-17T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T14:40:41.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Redcamp 6 @NP (1st day)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SwYUB6IwQzI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Yy0BCpoGw6g/s1600/423487271_6134d0df86.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406030425723257650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SwYUB6IwQzI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Yy0BCpoGw6g/s320/423487271_6134d0df86.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;RED CAMP 6 was awesome! I just wished more friends came.. (yes, you! Cheryl and Gillian and others who i thought was going)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It started off at 7am. Rushed to tampines interchange to meet Nadiah and Haziqah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yupp, i'm always late..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily there's a shuttle bus to Ngee Ann poly, or i might consider not going.. Coz you know me, i wont travel if I'm tired and not in the mood. Well, yeah, Haziqah texted me the other night, asking me to go..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, for the sake of accompanying my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a warm and friendly welcome by the Student Leaders(SLs) the moment we stepped into Ngee Ann's Convention Centre..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They introduced themselves, and wow.. my group&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;-centurions(yellow)-&lt;/span&gt;was made up of, i don't know...300plus campers maybe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were other groups too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Apaches(red),&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Vikings(green),&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Spartans(white), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ninja(blue)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine that. There were hundreds of campers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did some outdoor activities(i only did the low elements. Luckily this wasn't some must-do-it-all-camp) The SLs were really friendly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Visited the lofth.94. Some really cool apartments for the students.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also visited the school of humanities and media..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The puppet show was really funny, the magic show was nice, get to make our very own cute little pandas, get to see how to produce animations, saw the studios(the lightings were amazing!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played loads of games, and the food was awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, learned some really cool cheers and got really hyper! Better yet, i won The Game of LIFE gameboard from the lucky draw out of hundreds of campers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reached home around 8.30pm and was dead beat..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-4843146280285290018?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/4843146280285290018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/11/redcamp-6-np.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/4843146280285290018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/4843146280285290018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/11/redcamp-6-np.html' title='Redcamp 6 @NP (1st day)'/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SwYUB6IwQzI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Yy0BCpoGw6g/s72-c/423487271_6134d0df86.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-5802923120180634061</id><published>2009-11-16T18:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T19:00:14.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SwPNhK6gxgI/AAAAAAAAAJY/MZRuGBpXyGs/s1600/3182446096_1b6a9389a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405389947523876354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SwPNhK6gxgI/AAAAAAAAAJY/MZRuGBpXyGs/s320/3182446096_1b6a9389a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had to wake up at 7am for an hour of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Emath&lt;/span&gt; in school.&lt;br /&gt;yeah! I was still damn tired from yesterday's camp... And i think &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; gonna get a headache soon&lt;br /&gt;Rushed to school... and oh darn, i forgot to bring &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hidayuh's&lt;/span&gt; wallet.&lt;br /&gt;She left it in my bag on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt; from the class &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;barbeque&lt;/span&gt;.. Imagine leaving your wallet at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; place for 4days.. your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ez&lt;/span&gt;-link, your money, your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;POSBcard&lt;/span&gt;.. yeah, u get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;And i had to let my mouth said 'OH SHIT'&lt;br /&gt;I kinda said it loud, too loud that my teacher and classmates heard it...&lt;br /&gt;Mrs &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Peh&lt;/span&gt; was saying something like, no vulgarities in class, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jannine&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, that was embarrassing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour of lesson, went to the math stuff room to help out with the arranging of math papers..&lt;br /&gt;There were loads and loads of papers! really messy..&lt;br /&gt;I think i stayed there for like 2hours, rearranging the papers. But it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Peh&lt;/span&gt; bought us free lunch( Swiss burger from Burger King for me), got &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CIP&lt;/span&gt; points and get to stay away from boredom. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-5802923120180634061?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/5802923120180634061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-had-to-wake-up-at-7am-for-hour-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/5802923120180634061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/5802923120180634061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-had-to-wake-up-at-7am-for-hour-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SwPNhK6gxgI/AAAAAAAAAJY/MZRuGBpXyGs/s72-c/3182446096_1b6a9389a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-2453543207765277471</id><published>2009-11-16T15:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T17:03:35.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YFC Youth Camp</title><content type='html'>YFC Youth Camp was awesomely good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday(13/11)-Met Jessica at TM for lunch.. And then rushed to pasir ris to meet Shane and Kevin for the camp at CHOICE Retreat House. We were waiting for the bus, but we took the taxi instead (all the way to Jurong East Interchange!) coz we were running late. OMG right?.. My $22+ went down the drain just like that.. Not a very good start huh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached the place around 4plus..The camp officially started around 6plus with the introduction of ourselves.. There was the first talk, learning of songs, icebreaker..&lt;br /&gt;Oh and our food's from JOLOGS! yum.&lt;br /&gt;End the day off with a service team meeting and only get to lie down at around 2plus in the morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday(14/11)-Woke up at 5am. What a sleep.. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Talks..common prayer time.. learning of songs.. practiced for Enight.. Mass.. Tongues workshop( i especially like this. And no, we weren't learning about our tongues, It isn't what u think it is. haha)&lt;br /&gt;And then there was the Pray Over for the participants.. I prayed over Jaymee and kylein( my childhood friends!), but it was kinda scary.. Wild imaginations came into my mind.. And yes, it was obvious it was my first time...&lt;br /&gt;Our Entertainment Night Started at 10-ish. Haha, u should've seen our so-called 'music video'. I&lt;br /&gt;acted out Taylor Lautner for my groups' presentation. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;This time, i slept even later.. 4am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday(15/11)-Woke up at 5.30am+. Yeah, it was more like a short nap..&lt;br /&gt;Haha, i guess i wasn't the only one.. When we had our service meeting at 6am, everyone was half asleep.. I was really trying my best to open my eyes..&lt;br /&gt;More talks, learning of songs, games, confirm the new YFC members, and the last service team meeting.&lt;br /&gt;After everything ended, the titos and titas bought pizza for us. hehe. And then it was home sweet home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-2453543207765277471?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/2453543207765277471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/11/yfc-youth-camp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/2453543207765277471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/2453543207765277471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/11/yfc-youth-camp.html' title='YFC Youth Camp'/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-1696822090676622824</id><published>2009-11-13T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T11:27:08.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh! I'm so confused right now! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-1696822090676622824?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/1696822090676622824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/11/aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh-im-so-confused-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/1696822090676622824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/1696822090676622824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/11/aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh-im-so-confused-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-8413922199658509818</id><published>2009-11-05T17:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T18:29:53.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SvKohlwk09I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/VIfTdHV8rkM/s1600-h/rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400564198195647442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SvKohlwk09I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/VIfTdHV8rkM/s320/rainbow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, sorry for not updating..kinda lazy to bog &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; there's too many stuff to talk about!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make sense? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; just gonna type whatever stuff i feel like typing[RANDOM]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have u heard of the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Subaru Challenge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; held at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ngee&lt;/span&gt; Ann City? My family and i went there last &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt;. Dad was taking photographs the whole afternoon while the rest of us shopped.. Imagine putting your right hand on the car for 80hours+ without moving it! Breaks were only after every 6hours for 5minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Alot&lt;/span&gt; of people seriously needed medical attention.. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; think i can take that... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh oh! I CANT WAIT TO LEARN SOME SAMBA MOVES! There's dance practices every &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; morning for the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chingay&lt;/span&gt; parade2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. We will have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; much &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;funnn&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and talking about learning something, Andrea's gonna teach me a few &lt;em&gt;Taylor Swift songs&lt;/em&gt; on the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;guitar&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;tomorrow! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; i think &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna get another guitar! Joana's gonna sell me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;her's&lt;/span&gt;. woo &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm jealous! I see people go for chalets, picnics, outings... Like, they have all the time in the world. Well, yeah.. Holiday(!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i still have &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bridging Programme&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for 2weeks. (1 more week left) And after that, i still have to study and prepare for 0levels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today my class had a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beach clean up at East Coast Park&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I can honestly say that we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; do much work &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; the beach was pretty clean. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, accept that there were loads of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cigarette&lt;/span&gt; buds and sweet wrappers. And what made it worst was that it started drizzling.. I look at the sea and i felt like swimming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aaahh&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tomorrow's&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;collection of our report books&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! I already know my results, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; still worried ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i was walking to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pasir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ris&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MRT&lt;/span&gt; for school today, i saw a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beautiful rainbow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It was really beautiful. I could see it from one end to another...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It made me thought of how life can be so beautiful...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-8413922199658509818?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/8413922199658509818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-sorry-for-not-updating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/8413922199658509818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/8413922199658509818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-sorry-for-not-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SvKohlwk09I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/VIfTdHV8rkM/s72-c/rainbow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-4048255938162791773</id><published>2009-10-28T19:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T21:29:26.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my sister's keeper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SugmIlwxUII/AAAAAAAAAJI/7lfaUxeNZcI/s1600-h/my+sister%27s+keeper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397606082421018754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SugmIlwxUII/AAAAAAAAAJI/7lfaUxeNZcI/s320/my+sister%27s+keeper.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; School was, well, boring.. We had normal lessons.&lt;br /&gt;And you know what?!&lt;br /&gt;People were talking about retaining 3E/dropping to 4N.. And 70% of 3E4 cannot be promoted? Is that really gonna happen?&lt;br /&gt;Come on, you guys shouldn't worry so much.. just have to work harder next year(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt; went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tampines&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mariam&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cheryl&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jessica&lt;/span&gt;, martin and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;colton&lt;/span&gt;. It was kind of a last &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;minute&lt;/span&gt; thing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; i wanted to save...&lt;br /&gt;But after hearing that they're watching The sister's Keeper, gawd.. I have to watch it!&lt;br /&gt;It was really touching.&lt;br /&gt;Because of her sister's dependency on her, Anna is unable to live the life she wants; in and out of the hospital constantly, she cannot take part in extracurricular activities such as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cheerleading&lt;/span&gt; or soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And blah blah..&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; wanna make me summaries the whole thing..&lt;br /&gt;i suck in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt; you know...):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-4048255938162791773?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/4048255938162791773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-sisters-keeper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/4048255938162791773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/4048255938162791773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-sisters-keeper.html' title='my sister&apos;s keeper'/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SugmIlwxUII/AAAAAAAAAJI/7lfaUxeNZcI/s72-c/my+sister%27s+keeper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-9142710612281388492</id><published>2009-10-25T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T18:58:19.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 days out</title><content type='html'>My weekend was... well,fun.&lt;br /&gt;It sure was tiring coz yesterday, had Youth Camp Training(yfc) from 8am-6pm. This ain't some leadership training, where everything gets tough.. It's more of a listening thing... So yeah, it was a butt-cramping day at CAEC.&lt;br /&gt;There were talks in the morning, talks in the afternoon... And had a mock youth camp in the late afternoon... It was fun coz the 'old' yfcs had to pretend to be the participants while we had to treat it as a way to improve ourselves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did a mention i had to do a sharing in front of everyone?!&lt;br /&gt;Of all things, a so-called speech was to be made in less than 20minutes by me in front of EVERYONE. That was my first... haha, and they were like,&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everything must start with a First&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Speakers are made not born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Encouraging words...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, went for Brisk Walk at 7am(!) with the RC members at Pasir Ris Park. I wont elaborate so much but,i got to tell you...&lt;br /&gt;I never knew it was that beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;There were loads of mangroves,huge pond( it's clean! Ha!), so-called tree house, living creatures( besides insects)-crabs! And other animals which i didn't get to see...&lt;br /&gt;OK, i think you just have to see it for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the event, went over to Ate Pau's house for Unit Meeting. The food was so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Especially the lemonade she made. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe a lot of people missed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home around 9pm... Dead beat..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-9142710612281388492?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/9142710612281388492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/10/2-days-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/9142710612281388492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/9142710612281388492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/10/2-days-out.html' title='2 days out'/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-3032278406158868366</id><published>2009-10-23T20:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T21:12:44.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fix me a bigger brain!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SuGca4-vAII/AAAAAAAAAI4/CEG7xw4SzbM/s1600-h/homeimprovement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395765814352609410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SuGca4-vAII/AAAAAAAAAI4/CEG7xw4SzbM/s320/homeimprovement.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Honestly, my End-of-Year results suck big time.. Got back ENGLISH, physics, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Amath&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Emath&lt;/span&gt; today. The rest will be given out on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Looking at my ENGLISH marks was super depressing. Like seriously, how could i fail my ENGLISH paper1?! (ENGLISH, for goodness sake....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Amath&lt;/span&gt;?.. It was not even close to my standard :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Physics and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Emath&lt;/span&gt; was pretty okay, i think.. i cant say it was super good but at least it wasn't as bad as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ENGLSIH&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Amath&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you can see i always &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;emphasize&lt;/span&gt; on the word &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;em&gt;english&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. Yeah, it's a disappointment if the language &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been using ever since is downright low.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, it was a good thing i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; feel depress the whole day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheryl made me laugh when i saw her begging the teachers for extra marks. She begged the whole hour and even after school! She even &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cling &lt;/span&gt;on Miss Gina's arm from school to East Point. I know i know, i can see that it was really important to her. It's really important for me too-getting good results. But &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; just not that daring enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole begging thing sure made me laugh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank You for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;-stressing me (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;-stressing, Deane helped me too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After eating at Macs with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Jessica&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Cheryl&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Mariam&lt;/span&gt; at tamp, went over to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Deane&lt;/span&gt; 's place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He made me forget about my results(until he asked me for my papers..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, but after that, i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; think about it anymore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank You (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-3032278406158868366?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/3032278406158868366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/10/fix-me-bigger-brain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/3032278406158868366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/3032278406158868366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/10/fix-me-bigger-brain.html' title='fix me a bigger brain!'/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SuGca4-vAII/AAAAAAAAAI4/CEG7xw4SzbM/s72-c/homeimprovement.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-7816693556038766992</id><published>2009-10-20T18:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T19:28:06.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's dance!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/St2Qfw55aKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/tCSUW6dUeWM/s1600-h/samba+dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394626804037806242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/St2Qfw55aKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/tCSUW6dUeWM/s320/samba+dance.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally! A day without studying! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;, i sound so hardworking... But actually, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;procrastinate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and i do last minute revision. Sometimes, i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; do my homework. (well, i always &lt;em&gt;'refer'&lt;/em&gt; from my friends' but that doesn't really count) Yes, you heard me..(i mean, you read me..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it seemed as if all i do is... study.. And yet, i find it difficult to cope.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, i must admit..&lt;br /&gt;I DO go out and have my own social life. Hanging out with friends..shopping..parties.. and just chatting can make my whole day gone.&lt;br /&gt;Mann, i think &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; save the talking on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; getting my results by then.. And you know what that means....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway(more of a happy talk), &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lyza&lt;/span&gt;( my cousin, from my dad's side-OK, you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; really need to know that) called me the other day....&lt;br /&gt;And guess what?!&lt;br /&gt;We're doing a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samba Dance for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chingay&lt;/span&gt; Parade 2010&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; It'll be held at the F1 Pit.&lt;br /&gt;It will be loads of fun &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; there will be floats, exotic costumes and everything a parade should have...&lt;br /&gt;And that also meant practices during the holiday! At least i have a rough idea on how my holiday is gonna be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridging programmes, Band practices, dance practices, RED CAMP(&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ngee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ann&lt;/span&gt; poly), &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YFC&lt;/span&gt; camp, more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YFC&lt;/span&gt; activities, parties, maybe a trip to somewhere with family, shopping!, hangout...&lt;br /&gt;And not forgetting preparation for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Olevels&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Yup, this time, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; making sure i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; regret(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i can start tomorrow. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-7816693556038766992?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/7816693556038766992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/10/lets-dance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/7816693556038766992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/7816693556038766992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/10/lets-dance.html' title='let&apos;s dance!'/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/St2Qfw55aKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/tCSUW6dUeWM/s72-c/samba+dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-502839492178018731</id><published>2009-10-16T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T19:36:10.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; back..(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, exams are not over yet. Just needed a break from studying.-last paper's on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt;!(chem paper1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could be some inventor and invent a time machine. Then i could study way before the exams(maybe like 1month before?) so i wouldn't be so stressed up, trying to put ALL THAT facts down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practically screwed up EL and bio. And the other subjects wont be that good too..&lt;br /&gt;I even dreamt of exams! i think i was sitting down, doing this math paper. And it was really difficult.. The worst nightmare yet.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, that's why i had many sleepless nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, and there's other stuff in my head now..):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-502839492178018731?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/502839492178018731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/10/hey-im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/502839492178018731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/502839492178018731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/10/hey-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-1918412445133916477</id><published>2009-09-23T20:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T21:15:30.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And before i go..</title><content type='html'>A quick UPDATE on the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Last day of Catechism Class and 2 more years to go! At least it's not a waste of time.. But sometimes.. i don't know.... it takes up my whole morning.&lt;br /&gt;We prayed the rosary and had a mini party.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, the guys in the class are sure childish...&lt;br /&gt;Went home, rested for awhile and then went to Shane's house for Unit Meeting.&lt;br /&gt;The most boring and funny part was when tito Randy thought us this 'meditation thing'. I could see people sleeping! well, i know u cant tell if they are coz everyone was suppose to close their eyes. I peeked,and saw some people's mouth wide opened! haha, i feel so mean..&lt;br /&gt;Ate and then went for mass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Went Suntec to watch The time traveler's wife with sweetie and window-shopped!&lt;br /&gt;At the heart of this film is a love story and the complexities that people bring to their relationships. What I liked most was its metaphorical allusion to the distance in relationships and how the important people in our lives stay with us even after they are gone..&lt;br /&gt;Sad story indeed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 5plus, met up with family to do more window-shopping..&lt;br /&gt;Ate at Kenny Rogers and bought a swave board!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, school.. A typical tuesday where everything gets so tensed up):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study! Homework!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is why i promised myself that this will be last day that i'll be using the computer. Till the exams are over, of course.&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to catch up, especially my most dreadful subject-chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;So i guess that is all for now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-1918412445133916477?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/1918412445133916477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-before-i-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/1918412445133916477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/1918412445133916477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-before-i-go.html' title='And before i go..'/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-5141746174255085672</id><published>2009-09-20T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T23:01:31.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been quite a long, tiring weekend for me..and i dont know why i'm getting this strange feelings lately..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday studied from 11am till 5pm.. OK, i was suppose to-according to my time table-but i slept halfway through.. went to White Sands with Kamill around 5.40pm to cut our hair and then met up with Deah and Lyza.&lt;br /&gt;And you know what?!&lt;br /&gt;Gabe(lyza's friend),who was working at cafe galilee, treated us 3 delicious dishes! And not to mention expensive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreo cheesecake, spaghetti with something..and another unkown dish. I was more interested on how it looked like than what they were called.. so yeah.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much, Gabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh look at that.. i didnt notice the time coz i was enjoying the food..&lt;br /&gt;Rushed to church for Exam Mass. Met marie, grace, mei, inah, marc and ruth at 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;One word to describe them.. Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were also sweet enough to send me all the way to feydric's house for the party after mass. (right in front of the doorstep!)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you guys(:&lt;br /&gt;U all should have come in!.. haha. What shy people..&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have the mood to party anyway..[no further elaboration]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, and about today?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll post next time.. Goodnight(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-5141746174255085672?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/5141746174255085672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-has-been-quite-long-tiring-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/5141746174255085672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/5141746174255085672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-has-been-quite-long-tiring-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-5816982866556565031</id><published>2009-09-16T16:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T17:16:55.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facing the Giants</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SrCk0iSMYZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Swe7Jmy7nso/s1600-h/facingthegiants_l200608171529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381982777171009938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SrCk0iSMYZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Swe7Jmy7nso/s320/facingthegiants_l200608171529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This ain't some Jack and the Beanstalk story..( yeah, you can see that on the picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A VERY inspiring movie of how a man-a couch in a rugby team-keeps his faith despite his problems and concerns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it'll seriously change your perspective on God and how you can really trust Him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;together with our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;PJ's&lt;/span&gt;, we sure had fun at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YFCmovie&lt;/span&gt; experience last &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mann&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; watch it a hundred times and it'll never get old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'With God, nothing is impossible'&lt;/strong&gt; watch it and you'll be able to understand..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, nothing much has happened at school. Plain study.&lt;br /&gt;And oh my, i said a few '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OMGs&lt;/span&gt;'..and that means it'll be a few Hail Mary tonight. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;well, you see, I'm suppose to fast from vulgar words for the upcoming Youth Camp. And even 'not-so-bad' words are counted.. Joshua, i hope you told me this correctly..&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; having a hard time! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing so say..watching Ned's Declassified School Survival Guide now is so ironic &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; they're talking about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;PROCRASTINATION&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;whoa&lt;/span&gt;.. OK, i better start doing my homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-5816982866556565031?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/5816982866556565031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/09/facing-giants.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/5816982866556565031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/5816982866556565031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/09/facing-giants.html' title='Facing the Giants'/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SrCk0iSMYZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Swe7Jmy7nso/s72-c/facingthegiants_l200608171529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-5540798907577238499</id><published>2009-09-12T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T00:33:46.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh boy, the busy schedule and the 'stress life' is about to start.... School!&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; ready. And it scares me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;september&lt;/span&gt; holiday wasn't much of a holiday. Well, since when it did??&lt;br /&gt;Went to school almost every morning for band practice. The sad part was, we didn't really get to play our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;instrument&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; there were some major exams going on. Instead, we taught the juniors THEORY. yes, theory. Not really a favourite for most of us.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, there was homework. Loads of them actually. I seriously cant believe i have more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;difficulties&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Emath&lt;/span&gt; than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Amath&lt;/span&gt;. It's supposed to be the other way round! Gosh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, about today..&lt;br /&gt;Meet min er, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;rebecca&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;umar&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;renny&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;faizul&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;tampines&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;MRT&lt;/span&gt; station.&lt;br /&gt;Finally! Today's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Pasir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Ris&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Sec's&lt;/span&gt; band investiture.. Met some familiar faces! I apologize if i had forgotten some of your names.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not good with names,really. And Mark,(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;marie's&lt;/span&gt; friend right?) i still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;, so don't be sad..&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know why, but when i see people cry, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; cry too. It's very contagious.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Especially&lt;/span&gt; when i knew how the band &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;commandant&lt;/span&gt; felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the event, went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;tampines&lt;/span&gt; mall for our so-called lunch.(more like tea break) and then walked around for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Went home..&lt;br /&gt;7.30pm-rushed to church for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Tagalog&lt;/span&gt; mass and then went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;kylein's&lt;/span&gt; house for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Paaartttayyy&lt;/span&gt;!( you can see that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; making this part short. wanna sleep soon!..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; said it all..&lt;br /&gt;Nights(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-5540798907577238499?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/5540798907577238499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-boy-busy-schedule-and-stress-life-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/5540798907577238499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/5540798907577238499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-boy-busy-schedule-and-stress-life-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-719982924531683025</id><published>2009-08-31T18:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T19:00:42.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Teacher's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ohmygee&lt;/span&gt;.. i totally flunked my chemistry! and it's not that surprising..&lt;br /&gt;i even thought i could get a SINGLE digit. But thankfully i didn't. But still, i have a bad feeling my parents will ground me..&lt;br /&gt;sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, my day was kinda alright.. I think this year's concert is better though it was a bit too short. Maybe because i had fun with my friends around me. wink*&lt;br /&gt;Met my primary school friends the very last minute( Carrie, u should have come!) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i was surprised and glad that my ex-teachers still know my name! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;, well, only when i found out that they saw my name tag.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sheesh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really good to walk around the school, recalling the past..&lt;br /&gt;Especially the ridiculous ones..it made me laugh super hard. The rumor about the hunted toilet which no one dare to go and the yellow bird that bring us luck.&lt;br /&gt;The good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;o'l&lt;/span&gt; times(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[D]&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;imissyou&lt;/span&gt;. i thought i could meet up with u today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-719982924531683025?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/719982924531683025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-teachers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/719982924531683025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/719982924531683025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-teachers-day.html' title='Happy Teacher&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-3739249613960641364</id><published>2009-08-30T15:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T15:41:46.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>u guys rock!</title><content type='html'>Common Test2 is finally over and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; beginning to feel lazy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aaaaah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what so good about my class is that they are very competitive. really.&lt;br /&gt;even the tiniest 1mark lost caused &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Aizat&lt;/span&gt; to vent on the poor classroom door. Which is somehow a good sign, of course, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; they're determined to do well-even for some minor tests/exams..&lt;br /&gt;And we're treating this for some kind of 'this is the end of u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; do well' paper.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and it's stressing us all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; even getting more pimples!! like as if i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have enough... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ugh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's over. And like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; said, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; lazy all over again.&lt;br /&gt;just yesterday, i did nothing but lie down, watched the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;telly &lt;/span&gt;and rot.&lt;br /&gt;how pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i almost forgot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; like to thank all my wonderful friends for giving that 'some1' a piece of his mind.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; think he'll bother me or anyone else again&lt;br /&gt;THANKS A MILLION(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-3739249613960641364?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/3739249613960641364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/08/u-guys-rock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/3739249613960641364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/3739249613960641364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/08/u-guys-rock.html' title='u guys rock!'/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-840130714307328823</id><published>2009-08-09T23:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T19:33:17.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>red was the new black</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SoVC_10DlPI/AAAAAAAAAII/X9pII5kOA4o/s1600-h/fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369771795253794034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SoVC_10DlPI/AAAAAAAAAII/X9pII5kOA4o/s400/fireworks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Didn't&lt;/span&gt; expect 90% of the people to be wearing red at Raffles City Mall...&lt;br /&gt;Police/guards or whatever u call them are everywhere near/in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MRT&lt;/span&gt; stations &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; there were hundreds of people in that area!&lt;br /&gt;Ate lunch with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lyza&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;deah&lt;/span&gt; at SUBWAY-i guess u can say that it's my fave fast food restaurant. The cookies were extremely delicious. The thought of it makes me really low &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; i left mine half eaten in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lyza's&lt;/span&gt; bag!&lt;br /&gt;and i heard that there will be an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;outlet&lt;/span&gt; in white sands. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to Esplanade Park (there were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; many people)to meet the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YFCs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;talked, ate, took loads of pictures, sing-a-along, witnessed the fireworks and took more pictures!&lt;br /&gt;it was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get this, time flies so fast that i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; know i was gonna be late for dinner with my family at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Changi&lt;/span&gt; Airport. How ironic.... if u &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; understand, read the other posts.&lt;br /&gt;Rushed, and that's when i forgot the cookies.. reached there exactly at 10.30pm for dinner&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yesss&lt;/span&gt;, that explains the excess fats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-840130714307328823?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/840130714307328823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/08/red-was-new-black.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/840130714307328823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/840130714307328823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/08/red-was-new-black.html' title='red was the new black'/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SoVC_10DlPI/AAAAAAAAAII/X9pII5kOA4o/s72-c/fireworks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-8860258564279676569</id><published>2009-08-08T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T18:49:48.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SoU5e3TPOSI/AAAAAAAAAH4/3WkNa8l5CBE/s1600-h/Picture+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369761333112682786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SoU5e3TPOSI/AAAAAAAAAH4/3WkNa8l5CBE/s320/Picture+061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last minute study group with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Qi&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tippaporn&lt;/span&gt; at the National Library to clarify some of my questions.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, i was the one who kept asking.&lt;br /&gt;But before that, we went for a little shopping at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bugis&lt;/span&gt; Junction( there was a mega sale out there but sadly enough i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; bring extra money)&lt;br /&gt;Ate a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Venezia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gelato&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;italiano&lt;/span&gt; ice cream. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yumm&lt;/span&gt;, cookies and cream for me! and then headed to the study lounge after the 'killer' shops..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected, there weren't enough tables for us so we sat on the floor instead. It wasn't THAT pathetic &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; many other teens were on the floor too.&lt;br /&gt;And believe this, i was so engrossed with the studying that i completely forgotten the time.&lt;br /&gt;( it was a good study group. we went over to the snack bars 2-3 times only. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;I was so late for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tagalog&lt;/span&gt; mass...it was already quarter to 8!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed to church.. mass.. met up with friends... n blah blah&lt;br /&gt;a typical 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt; night.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and then went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;titio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;zap's&lt;/span&gt; house to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;partaayy&lt;/span&gt;!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-8860258564279676569?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/8860258564279676569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-minute-study-group-with-yi-qi-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/8860258564279676569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/8860258564279676569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-minute-study-group-with-yi-qi-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SoU5e3TPOSI/AAAAAAAAAH4/3WkNa8l5CBE/s72-c/Picture+061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-1131139965753186716</id><published>2009-08-07T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T17:00:01.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>G.I Joe:The Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SoUksIdRXTI/AAAAAAAAAHw/-ZJYEfvfUqo/s1600-h/Gijoemovieposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369738471312284978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SoUksIdRXTI/AAAAAAAAAHw/-ZJYEfvfUqo/s320/Gijoemovieposter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Watched it with Dean and Isaac at Ehub and i find the next generation and military equipment really cool. yes, the effects of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What i didnt know that it's actually a 1987 animated film spun off from the animated series G.I. Joe: A Real American Hero, based on the original Hasbro toyline.&lt;br /&gt;Lack of cartoon, i must say..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-1131139965753186716?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/1131139965753186716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/08/gi-joethe-movie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/1131139965753186716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/1131139965753186716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/08/gi-joethe-movie.html' title='G.I Joe:The Movie'/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SoUksIdRXTI/AAAAAAAAAHw/-ZJYEfvfUqo/s72-c/Gijoemovieposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-130213272866737039</id><published>2009-08-06T18:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T18:58:12.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/Snqw1gHCHgI/AAAAAAAAAHo/3_BR89IbWo4/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366796339164356098" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/Snqw1gHCHgI/AAAAAAAAAHo/3_BR89IbWo4/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third and last post for the day and off i go to my study table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class had a SPA practical(chemistry) on 1 of the days on precipitation.&lt;br /&gt;This 2 colourless solution, potassium iodide and lead2 nitrate, when mix together, becomes insoluble and gives a bright yellow.&lt;br /&gt;filter, wash n blah blah blah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what really amaze me was when we started heating the salt.&lt;br /&gt;it starts to jump around like u see on hot lava, the colour changes to orange and tiny silvery specks are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;observed&lt;/span&gt; in the mixture.( cant really see it on the picture)&lt;br /&gt;it's like a crystal ball. ok, maybe a 'crystal beaker' and even better, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; u were the one who made it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-130213272866737039?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/130213272866737039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/08/third-and-last-post-for-day-and-off-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/130213272866737039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/130213272866737039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/08/third-and-last-post-for-day-and-off-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/Snqw1gHCHgI/AAAAAAAAAHo/3_BR89IbWo4/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-3549203238309088222</id><published>2009-08-06T17:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T18:27:17.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SnqocxvneaI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ry7IizR1eUw/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366787118308227490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SnqocxvneaI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ry7IizR1eUw/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Coffee Club-Crepe Champignon(i dont know why they give such difficult names. haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Traditional french favourite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sauteed mushrooms and freshly grated parmesan are encased&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in a soft, floury crepe, then tossed with more cheese and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;baked in a rich, cream sauce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hungry? yes, that explains why i couldn't get 5points for my 2.4km run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh and don't get me started with the teriyaki set at Niwa Sushi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lunch at tuesday with tip, wenfa, yiqi, jueying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And since they normally speak chinese, i was speaking it too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for a whole 1 and a half hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's pretty long for a not-interested, ''giver-upper'' person like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-3549203238309088222?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/3549203238309088222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/08/coffee-club-crepe-champignoni-dont-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/3549203238309088222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/3549203238309088222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/08/coffee-club-crepe-champignoni-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SnqocxvneaI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ry7IizR1eUw/s72-c/Picture+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-6191143297374624807</id><published>2009-08-06T17:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T17:49:21.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>surprisingly back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still not in the mood to blog right now.. it was this, or study for the upcoming common test.&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; give myself a break..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quick updates&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sat25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; sat1&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;August&lt;/span&gt;(my 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;saturdays&lt;/span&gt; were gone but not wasted)-Discovery Camp 2009!! as expected, it was awesomely good!&lt;br /&gt;-Ate some amazing food at Coffee Club and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Niwa&lt;/span&gt; Sushi.&lt;br /&gt;-had 2 chemistry experiments this week and i should say it was the most interesting and fun ones!&lt;br /&gt;-oh oh oh! my band is playing a new wonderful piece! 'Heel The World' by Micheal Jackson. I guess the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt; fever is still going on..&lt;br /&gt;-and as you can see, this 'some1' on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tagboard&lt;/span&gt; is tagging me some v distracting tags. And we should pity this kind of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, this is all i could remember(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-6191143297374624807?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/6191143297374624807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/08/surprisingly-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/6191143297374624807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/6191143297374624807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/08/surprisingly-back.html' title='surprisingly back'/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-3357227838242557611</id><published>2009-08-03T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:18:38.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Basically, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; kinda lazy to write lengthy posts or even to update right now.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Alot&lt;/span&gt; of eventful stuff has happened and maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; try to update when i got the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH,there's some problem with my tag board.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt;.. i cant tag..&lt;br /&gt;And this 'some1', &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been wanting to say this....&lt;br /&gt;For goodness sake, how can i answer that question if i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; even know u. let alone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; name.. it's flattering and all but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; really not interested. This is just plain childish. sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-3357227838242557611?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/3357227838242557611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/08/basically-im-kinda-lazy-to-write.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/3357227838242557611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/3357227838242557611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/08/basically-im-kinda-lazy-to-write.html' title=''/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-8408805673416621732</id><published>2009-07-24T18:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T18:55:31.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh..and this is the life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SmmMvDHeiwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/4h839E5c8M0/s1600-h/SNC00355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361971571279694594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SmmMvDHeiwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/4h839E5c8M0/s320/SNC00355.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; School couldn't be better. (exceptions of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mrs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;peh's&lt;/span&gt; absents)I shouldn't say it was '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;slacky&lt;/span&gt;' but more of a relaxing one.&lt;br /&gt;My class had tons of free periods for the past few days-O.K, maybe weeks. And surprisingly, we're pretty much '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;independent&lt;/span&gt;'. and able to do stuff ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we don't even get &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;substitute&lt;/span&gt; teachers and that's when we become crazy-slash-fun people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time(i think it was last &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;), we had our so-called 'Singapore Idol' in class and most of us were hyper and all.&lt;br /&gt;And just yesterday, we had our class photo-taking(i was so glad i made it for picture-taking. I had this PISA test and it clashes with it. Thank God it ended earlier) and it kinda suck &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; Mrs &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Peh&lt;/span&gt; was,of course, absent and we weren't even ready when we took our informal picture.&lt;br /&gt;So there we were, taking our own class photo at the classroom. That picture was one of those many^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-8408805673416621732?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/8408805673416621732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/07/ahhand-this-is-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/8408805673416621732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/8408805673416621732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/07/ahhand-this-is-life.html' title='Ahh..and this is the life'/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SmmMvDHeiwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/4h839E5c8M0/s72-c/SNC00355.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-7956956230553308187</id><published>2009-07-20T19:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T20:28:21.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eventful</title><content type='html'>I had so much to tell last week but had no time to blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday13&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Happy 9&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; brother&lt;/span&gt;!! It wasn't much of a celebration &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt;, Well, it's a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;. Everyone was busy with work and stuff.. So we went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tampines&lt;/span&gt;1 after school/work on his day, instead. And gawd, my parents bought EVERYTHING he wanted. He points, and it  magically goes on the cashier table.. very automatic. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;, what a spoiled brat!&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at F.I.S.H was awesome! Ordered Seafood Cannelloni and i thought it was the best. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday14&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Went &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SAFRA&lt;/span&gt; with Dean. And he thought me how to play billiard. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;, i suck at it.. And after learning how to play correctly,&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; beginning to like that sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday15&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Trying to remember what i did on this day, but my mind is still blank...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Oh well&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday16&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Oh yes, i remembered i was studying the whole afternoon. And i finally understood this chemistry topic, Acid and bases. All thanks  to Miss Foo. Hope i can ace this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Wednesday's&lt;/span&gt; test..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday17&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Watched Harry Potter and the half-blood prince with Deane and his classmates. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;, they were so hilarious! Even the way they talked made me laugh..well,in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;And if u ask me, i find that movie O.K but i expected more...really. Only when this hand suddenly appeared and grabbed Harry was the only scene that made me jumped. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday18&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Birthday Party at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EJ's&lt;/span&gt; place. i seriously had no idea that he had a sister! A really cute one, i should say.. Oh and how i missed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Filipino&lt;/span&gt; food...so yeah, you guessed it... i was eating &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt;. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;After that had to rush for Youth Mass. One word to say... Great! Fr. Simon &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pereira&lt;/span&gt; was such a good preacher. Besides the loud voice which always made us jumped, his words were so meaningful and i just couldn't explain how i felt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday19&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Usual morning catechism class. There wasn't any lecture or whatsoever. Watched this movie which i don't know what it is related to and it was super cold in that room. Someone please remind me to bring a jacket next time.&lt;br /&gt;Oh , wait, before class, went to this Racial Harmony carnival.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;, lazy to elaborate...&lt;br /&gt;And after that, had to babysit my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lilbro&lt;/span&gt; all afternoon &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; his friend invited him for a children's party.&lt;br /&gt;One thing to say, children are desperate for candies. they were so crazy over it! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all peeps(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-7956956230553308187?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/7956956230553308187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/07/eventful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/7956956230553308187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/7956956230553308187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/07/eventful.html' title='eventful'/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-2544458505856351071</id><published>2009-07-12T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T20:29:03.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SmBs4UN8PhI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/NVtGwgwCVYM/s1600-h/Picture+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359403271326547474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SmBs4UN8PhI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/NVtGwgwCVYM/s320/Picture+060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fun-filled weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Swimming Club&lt;br /&gt;Such expensive clubs are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;And P.A was GREAT! As usual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-2544458505856351071?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/2544458505856351071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/07/fun-filled-weekend-chinese-swimming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/2544458505856351071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/2544458505856351071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/07/fun-filled-weekend-chinese-swimming.html' title=''/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SmBs4UN8PhI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/NVtGwgwCVYM/s72-c/Picture+060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-3117382459801198026</id><published>2009-07-11T12:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T12:23:31.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>buck up!</title><content type='html'>Someone please help me with C.H.E.M.I.S.T.R.Y *puppy eyes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-3117382459801198026?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/3117382459801198026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/07/buck-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/3117382459801198026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/3117382459801198026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/07/buck-up.html' title='buck up!'/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-3675937937785397711</id><published>2009-07-10T16:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T17:55:23.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SlcP1Oex_dI/AAAAAAAAAHI/tcvaNvdia10/s1600-h/Picture+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356767688875179474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SlcP1Oex_dI/AAAAAAAAAHI/tcvaNvdia10/s320/Picture+049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's friday! yay. i always look forward to fridays.. well, u guys should know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only can we go home 2hours earlier than any other school days but we also dont have to worry about homework and stuff. That's why i got the time to blog. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why, but this week seemed pretty fast. Lessons are kinda interesting for this past few days(except for Emath class-mrs. peh, i want you back) And this might sound a bit crazy, but i kinda miss band practice. The tiredness, the scoldings and the crooked-thumb, pain-killing clarinet(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The oh so poor clarinet hidden in the dusty old cupboard, abandoned, anti-grease and left untouched for quite some time now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sheesh.. all thanks to H1N1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talking about after-school activities, i had this poly[Ngee Ann]experience just yesterday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it was SUPER fun. Never regret choosing &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Life and Heath SCIENCE&lt;/span&gt; as my first choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lecturer, doc...something....(i forgot her name) or should i say, the &lt;strong&gt;'mad scientist'&lt;/strong&gt;-she said she wanted to be one. haha. was very funny! i kept laughing whenever she starts her 'madness'. A fun teacher which im hoping to have one(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She also did some really cool practical for us to be amazed and to keep the laughter going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And before we left the lecture hall , we got the chance to eat &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Liquid Nitrogen Biscuit&lt;/span&gt;.( biscuit dipped in liquid nitrogen) It was really cool coz the gas would go through our noses like a fire-breathing dragon. WELL, except that it wasn't fire and we aren't dragons. haha. OK, that was lame...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And after that, we were splitted into smaller groups. And that's when the interesting part began. We went to different stations to learn more about Health science. Like, there were almost-human-like dummies and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Blood&lt;/span&gt; which always scares us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They taught us how to give birth to a baby(it was a &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;baby boy&lt;/span&gt;! haha), how the operations were like and stuff like that.. with all those demonstrations and everything, it really amazed me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And before we knew it, our other classmates from other courses were already waiting for us in the bus...ready to head back.&lt;/div&gt;&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/2432912424476792396-3675937937785397711?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/3675937937785397711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-friday-yay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/3675937937785397711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/3675937937785397711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-friday-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SlcP1Oex_dI/AAAAAAAAAHI/tcvaNvdia10/s72-c/Picture+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-6920152265441533054</id><published>2009-07-05T20:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T11:16:42.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SlFiw1khpZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/znnIFsBsCXs/s1600-h/Picture+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355170023073752466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SlFiw1khpZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/znnIFsBsCXs/s320/Picture+046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SlFi8PSNLpI/AAAAAAAAAG4/h2wOjjzoOBA/s1600-h/Picture+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 198px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355170218954796690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SlFi8PSNLpI/AAAAAAAAAG4/h2wOjjzoOBA/s320/Picture+045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg! woke up around 10am today and i was sure my catechist would start lecturing us again about being punctual for class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But luckily when i arrive, she was busy arranging the class for over 70 students.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, they wanted to cancel class due to H1n1 but the priests said to continue. So there was a misunderstanding between the catechists..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks to that, i was safe. phew*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moment when i sat down on my usual seat, this sweet person gave me this lovely blue butterfly earings. haha. Thankyou, girlfriend:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;homework, homework, homework &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the 6pm mass, met uncle gorge and he gave me those flowers^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;aww. and it wasn't the first time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;one time, he gave me this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SlFpvjaSQ0I/AAAAAAAAAHA/Gyl4daC6uGE/s1600-h/Picture+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355177697600488258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SlFpvjaSQ0I/AAAAAAAAAHA/Gyl4daC6uGE/s320/Picture+047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha, but don't get wrong.. he's just giving away extra flowers coz the church has too many.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks, uncle gorge(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SlFim8W27yI/AAAAAAAAAGo/gflyKlBKl3s/s1600-h/Picture+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-6920152265441533054?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/6920152265441533054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/07/giving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/6920152265441533054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/6920152265441533054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/07/giving.html' title='Giving'/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SlFiw1khpZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/znnIFsBsCXs/s72-c/Picture+046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-5023901847345972380</id><published>2009-07-04T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T11:14:59.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SlFb98OuXkI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Cd6NV_L_l-o/s1600-h/Picture+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355162551618264642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SlFb98OuXkI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Cd6NV_L_l-o/s320/Picture+044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went to the 3 Shopping Malls at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tampines&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lyza&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;deah&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gawwd&lt;/span&gt;, there were some extremely low price-a seriously dead giveaway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; let me get started with the 'carnival thing'.( there was a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;humongous&lt;/span&gt; banner that says, ''Racial Harmony Day" but i was so sure it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; today)The only reason i went there &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; my dad told me to assist him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That day when he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;became&lt;/span&gt; a member of the garden, he started doing community work and such.&lt;/div&gt;[&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GRC&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pasir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ris&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Punggol&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;Like his own job &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; give him enough work.... he's as busy as ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sitting for over 3hours and helping out with the games can be boring-make it super boring. It was only after that, that i could walk around and see other booths.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i was surprised to see a booth that sells really cheap branded clothes. So there i was, shopping again. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ha ha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And they sell 1box of pizza for only $10! really cheap and good.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and a Auto Scan. FM radio was being distributed as a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;door gift&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad it's only a one day thing..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-5023901847345972380?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/5023901847345972380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/07/homework.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/5023901847345972380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/5023901847345972380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/07/homework.html' title=''/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SlFb98OuXkI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Cd6NV_L_l-o/s72-c/Picture+044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-3432539037100593273</id><published>2009-07-04T13:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T13:39:47.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>under contruction</title><content type='html'>I've changed my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;blog skin&lt;/span&gt;..(isn't it obvious?) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and I still have to do a lot of editing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; it's still kinda &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;suckish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bear with it for awhile(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-3432539037100593273?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/3432539037100593273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/07/under-contruction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/3432539037100593273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/3432539037100593273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/07/under-contruction.html' title='under contruction'/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-896072751068954977</id><published>2009-07-03T17:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T19:35:17.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get well soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/Sk3VJFLPuUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HNC0vyMKUgc/s1600-h/204391014_5dc5f1d0ae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354169883998271810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/Sk3VJFLPuUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HNC0vyMKUgc/s320/204391014_5dc5f1d0ae.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Get Well Soon, Mariam(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was great. I finally agree that physics can be really interesting and i totally understand today's lesson. All thanks to Mr Kenny Low.&lt;br /&gt;He teaches really good and i hope there will be a big improvement in my results.&lt;br /&gt;yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And..and i was so nervous when i went for EL class. Today's my speech-still not confident even though i did it for like, 6times already.&lt;br /&gt;ugh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hidayuh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Gillian kept repeating the first few words!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;life is not always a smooth journey to the success&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; yes, they kept saying that! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;what out spoken people, and i love them:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh but before that, had bio lesson. lectured and watched some videos on plants and animals from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which Miss ling showed us.. really interesting!&lt;br /&gt;Especially the amazing BIRD CALLING. that genius bird could imitate the camera sounds.&lt;br /&gt;click* click*&lt;br /&gt;and the sound of the saw(cutting trees).. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went straight to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tampines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cheryl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jessica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, maybe not straight away)&lt;br /&gt;Just to buy something for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mariam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and then went back to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;simei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Visited her and chat. oh and we sure did &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of telly watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moment she showed us her back, i freaked out. Well, i didn't showed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i didn't want her to get upset or something.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stitches&lt;/span&gt; was more than 30cm long! ouch..&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon, babe(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-896072751068954977?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/896072751068954977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/07/get-well-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/896072751068954977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/896072751068954977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/07/get-well-soon.html' title='get well soon'/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/Sk3VJFLPuUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HNC0vyMKUgc/s72-c/204391014_5dc5f1d0ae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-6491519005334090686</id><published>2009-06-29T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T18:42:22.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome back to school</title><content type='html'>Couldn't sleep the other night.. Apparently im used to sleeping at 1am or even later during the holidays, and sleeping at that hour on a school night is a Big no-no.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I kept yawning during lessons and not having my fullest attention on the teacher..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it wasn't that bad because alot of students and unfortunately, mrs peh(i think) is currently on LOA..so i think the teachers are trying to minimize the teaching.. And of course, the temperature taking took so much time-and will always be..like, 1 and a half period was gone.&lt;br /&gt;This H1N1 thing is such a fuss.&lt;br /&gt;yes,I think that's the hottest topic now, well, there's also the Micheal Jackson's death. poor fellow..[WE WILL MISS YOU!]&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, Singapore was already added into the 'affected countries' list so i guess there will be alot of news about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and about my homework.... I am not done with it.&lt;br /&gt;i know, i know. i should have done all of it during that 1month break but.....never mind. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-6491519005334090686?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/6491519005334090686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/06/welcome-back-to-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/6491519005334090686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/6491519005334090686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/06/welcome-back-to-school.html' title='welcome back to school'/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-2044592749460559921</id><published>2009-06-28T01:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T22:10:41.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get together!</title><content type='html'>watched transformer2 with sweetie at Cineleisure Orchard. it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; cool!&lt;br /&gt;went to his house ,reached home around 9pm, and when i was about to sit down, my dad told us to get ready for a beach party at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pasir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ris&lt;/span&gt; park.&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't exactly a beach party. we didn't even feel like we're in the beach.&lt;br /&gt;my childhood friends and i did some recalling about the past... like, when we were 8 years old?&lt;br /&gt;All the embarrassing moments and some secrets we kept from each other was being voiced out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ahh&lt;/span&gt;, the good old memories(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the short post..got to rush.&lt;br /&gt;Buh-bye(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-2044592749460559921?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-6773588822923408409</id><published>2009-06-26T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T19:40:45.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a note</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I tagged him in facebook but he was too shy to post it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Dear Jannine, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;You have (a) nice good choice of picking a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna drool.&lt;br /&gt;You should come over and cook for me.&lt;br /&gt;Someday I will marry you.&lt;br /&gt;You + me = forever and ever, AMEN.&lt;br /&gt;If I saw you now I'd hug tightly.&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch transformer with you.&lt;br /&gt;I would build a sandcastle for you to stay in just for you.&lt;br /&gt;If I could sing you any song it would be always and for ever by hillsong.&lt;br /&gt;We could use binoculars under the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;your one and only, DEANE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S. blog this also can, if you want.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I am NOT GOING (going/not going) to post this under my notes and see what you write about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ain't he adorable? hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-6773588822923408409?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/6773588822923408409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/06/note.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/6773588822923408409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/6773588822923408409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/06/note.html' title='a note'/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-2444234438057280747</id><published>2009-06-25T13:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T14:34:50.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>give yourself away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SkMWhTb22FI/AAAAAAAAAGE/IlRC8fAyiI8/s1600-h/med_05ed56c15224cb44a280b28aaab2b729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351145543654889554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SkMWhTb22FI/AAAAAAAAAGE/IlRC8fAyiI8/s320/med_05ed56c15224cb44a280b28aaab2b729.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nothing has such a positive impact on a person as giving to others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And people who have a giving spirit are some of the most positive people i know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's because giving is the highest level of living.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They focus their time and energy on what they can give to others rather than what they can get from them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the more a person gives, the better his attitude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Most unsuccessful people don't understand this concept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They believe that how much people give and their attitude about it are based on how much they have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But that's not true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know many people who have very little but are tremendous givers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i know people who have been blessed with money, good families, and wonderful careers who are stingy and suspicious of others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In life, it's not what you have that makes a difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's what you do with what you have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that is based completely on attitude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;                                                                                                              &lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your road map for success&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;                                                                  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;   -think about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh and the previous post was actually posted yesterday, not on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-2444234438057280747?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/2444234438057280747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/06/give-yourself-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/2444234438057280747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/2444234438057280747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/06/give-yourself-away.html' title='give yourself away'/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SkMWhTb22FI/AAAAAAAAAGE/IlRC8fAyiI8/s72-c/med_05ed56c15224cb44a280b28aaab2b729.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-8994135684759033924</id><published>2009-06-23T12:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T10:35:29.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tiring yet fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SkITsDWSj-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/DNPGd8jnBBQ/s1600-h/Picture+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350860954803539938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SkITsDWSj-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/DNPGd8jnBBQ/s320/Picture+038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today's practice was as usual..but nothing has change..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Excitement and fear fill our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;Soon a new way of life will start.&lt;br /&gt;Three years have almost past.&lt;br /&gt;But in our mind the memories last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been through it all.&lt;br /&gt;And realized who are true friends are.&lt;br /&gt;The one that was there.&lt;br /&gt;When no one else seemed to care.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After band practice,had a movie marathon with sweetie. watched 3 movies back-to-back and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; learned that he get scared easily! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did i mention that he's a good cook?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt;[&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;]-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;that day was the reason why my legs are aching, and it still is! so don't ask again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SkIbXUPe2AI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ZbwZknnxLtg/s1600-h/Picture+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350869394654156802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SkIbXUPe2AI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ZbwZknnxLtg/s320/Picture+039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FAMILY AMAZING RACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though my parents couldn't make it(&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; they have to entertain my aunt who is here from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;phil&lt;/span&gt;), it was still great!&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Boquren&lt;/span&gt; family(&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;joshua&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tito&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jojo&lt;/span&gt;) + The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gamayot&lt;/span&gt; family(me, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lyza&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;deah&lt;/span&gt;) = The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Boqyot&lt;/span&gt; family? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;, doesn't sound very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,we were just called the &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;light blue team&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Around 8am, reached &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CAEC&lt;/span&gt; to register and had praise&amp;amp;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;worship&lt;/span&gt;... and the race began.&lt;br /&gt;There were like, 12 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pit stops&lt;/span&gt;? So i won't elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;It was a good thing we were allowed to travel by public transport(except taxi) but there were still &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of running and walking.&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;And no,we weren't the last.(we've still got time to find a missing cell phone. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;deahdeah&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was so kind of Tito &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Jojo&lt;/span&gt; to treat us for dinner at his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;. I ordered halo-halo and, was it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tapsilog&lt;/span&gt;? yeah, something like that.. yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;JOLOGS&lt;/span&gt; have the greatest food and you'll &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;guaranty&lt;/span&gt; leave with a smile on your face. Literally!-well, because &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been observing the people for the past few months, and they really had that big smile. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aaww&lt;/span&gt;, and you were back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thankyou&lt;/span&gt; so much for the gift(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-8994135684759033924?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/8994135684759033924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/06/tiring-yet-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/8994135684759033924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/8994135684759033924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/06/tiring-yet-fun.html' title='tiring yet fun!'/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SkITsDWSj-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/DNPGd8jnBBQ/s72-c/Picture+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-8949883349108938176</id><published>2009-06-19T21:04:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T22:41:57.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i ♥ fridays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kamilia's shirt read,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; fridays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes,i think im gonna agree with that because it's that one day which you can feel relaxed and not worry about doing homework or other stressful stuff related to school and may think of procrastinating without being scolded.&lt;br /&gt;But if your parents are the those 'caring type', then that's a different story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, enough talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had band practice today and i had a theory.&lt;br /&gt;Some or should i say, MOST people treat different people differently..&lt;br /&gt;Well,the 'strict' one didn't come today and well, he actually told us that beforehand, so people start making excuses not to come and made the practice a slacky one. Some people stop taking instructions and like, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wth? they seriously have no respect! Somebody should give them a lesson or 2 on respect-starting from the basic. seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pity the 'kind' one.&lt;br /&gt;it's just not right to take advantage of this kind of people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.K, maybe some of you reading this might not be on the same page as i am so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast forward&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After practice, went to Plaza Sing( again? haha, i don't know why i always end up going there. Change of mall, please and thank you)&lt;br /&gt;Went there with deah, kamill and kamilia to catch a movie. They wanted to watch the Hannah Montana the movie and yes, i watched it already but it wouldn't hurt if i watched it twice.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, that movie is not bad. v touching, actually.&lt;br /&gt;But don't get me wrong, i am not, i repeat, not a fan of her.&lt;br /&gt;Better stop myself before i discriminate&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,i had a great time with those girls.&lt;br /&gt;HYPER AS ALWAYS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-8949883349108938176?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/8949883349108938176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-fridays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/8949883349108938176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/8949883349108938176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-fridays.html' title='i ♥ fridays'/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432912424476792396.post-5284779516767230506</id><published>2009-06-18T16:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T18:31:33.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna grow taller!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SjoA6XlqLDI/AAAAAAAAAFk/EHj-xC14wds/s1600-h/GrowTaller-Home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348588510220266546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SjoA6XlqLDI/AAAAAAAAAFk/EHj-xC14wds/s320/GrowTaller-Home.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SjoA1vujPoI/AAAAAAAAAFc/3VxdAmFEhBI/s1600-h/GrowTaller-Home.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, i was waiting for this day to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not because I'm going out somewhere special or anything, but I'll be able to finally stay at home the entire day and just do my homework and maybe do some research on useful stuff, which i did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to Grow taller Naturally&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In today's society, it is an unfortunate but true fact that those of us are &lt;strong&gt;SHORT&lt;/strong&gt; often face a range of daily problems directly attributed to their short stature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This includes both social and work based situations where you may feel a &lt;strong&gt;lack of respect or maybe even looked down upon&lt;/strong&gt; in more than just a physical way!(yes, i sooo agree with this sentence)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, don't just panic yet. &lt;strong&gt;Regardless of the stage in your life&lt;/strong&gt;, it is possible for you to grow taller naturally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scientific studies have proven that a combination of specific &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nutrition&lt;/span&gt;, correct &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'grow taller' exercises&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;adopting a good posture and eliminating any current posture problems&lt;/span&gt; and also the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;right amount of rest and recuperation&lt;/span&gt; will help you boost your height and grow taller naturally!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So don't be discourage my dear short ones. Who knows, maybe someday you'll be taller than some of your tall friends(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432912424476792396-5284779516767230506?l=thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/feeds/5284779516767230506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wanna-grow-taller.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/5284779516767230506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2432912424476792396/posts/default/5284779516767230506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelove-sweetie.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wanna-grow-taller.html' title='i wanna grow taller!!'/><author><name>Jannine Irel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04960163924590915171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zljSFBpnDM/SjoA6XlqLDI/AAAAAAAAAFk/EHj-xC14wds/s72-c/GrowTaller-Home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
