<?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-4310690380078927759</id><updated>2011-08-18T06:00:04.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In this lil' mind of mine</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jolene aka Sam.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03115255017441780206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S0oFRFQU9lI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Us10aXlU8E/S220/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310690380078927759.post-284500517254843224</id><published>2010-11-19T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T18:59:40.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence Kills</title><content type='html'>The room used to be&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; quiet. dull. dead&lt;/span&gt;. But a figure walked into the room and excitement, joy, light rushed in lk a stampede of American oxen. I was in total aghast till this strange figure came before me, felt my texture, went in depth with my worth and scrutinised me with complete admiration. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;How thrilled was I! Intoxicated with joy was I!&lt;/span&gt; I had grown so famliar, so accustomed to this sort of attention despite the short time span it had been. But no matter how delightlful it may seem, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Good Fortune&lt;/span&gt; has shone her light dimly on me and before I could gather my consciousness together, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Her candle has died out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Am I like a painting?&lt;/span&gt; Painted but not to the colour of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;your desires?&lt;/span&gt; Painted but with a brush worth not more than a&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; crow's feather&lt;/span&gt;? Displayed in the light but not in the midsts of million dollar artifacts but displayed in the&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; dim light amongst the disposed lot? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Am I like a painting?&lt;/span&gt; Beautiful and inviting at first sight, but as the unforgiving minute passes, messes up your mind with abstract logic and labyrinth confusion? A painting different from many, unique in my own sense of creativity that has been lavished upon my paper that once used to be bleak, plain, dull. With every stroke of detail my Artist has brushed across my dress. but sadly, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;found appalling in your eyes&lt;/span&gt; in comparison to the painting you saw before me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my eyes, a painting nayy it is. It shone differently in the light, it seemed like a sculpture more than a painting in which you stood many seasons before to take in such deep consideration of its details. Its colours spoke to you, as though words were imprinted on its very texture. Its details stike your eyes and its refine finishing eventually captivated your heart. And there you stood before that painting, staring, admiring but woe to me, here i lay quietly hung, incapacitated, pondering on whether quiet sobs would do my colours any good after seeing where you chose to stand. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;To see you smile and glow in such boyish joy in its very presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I be in glee by the fact that he has actually spent a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; good 5 minutes &lt;/span&gt;looking at me and choose to not despair at the fact that he had the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; intention of purchasing her&lt;/span&gt;? how lucky she is to have someone to admire her all day and night. To willingly flash out the millions for her capture. What choice do I have but to keep still and silent as you walk out that door, with that painting in your hands.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; And once again the museum is quiet. And it kills me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310690380078927759-284500517254843224?l=joleneeesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/feeds/284500517254843224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2010/11/silence-kills.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/284500517254843224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/284500517254843224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2010/11/silence-kills.html' title='Silence Kills'/><author><name>Jolene aka Sam.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03115255017441780206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S0oFRFQU9lI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Us10aXlU8E/S220/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310690380078927759.post-8195427933085199936</id><published>2010-09-12T03:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T04:20:39.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PARTYY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hello whoever who is reading this pathetic blog of minee.. =) nothing much has happened in school except for lots of duties, homework, laughters and teases. but that's what makes form 6 so memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for badminton with jason, xian and their friends for the past weeks and it was definitely fun! looking forward to playing badminton again despite being a really pathetic player who cant even smash! oh heavens isit really THAT hard to focus all my energy in one hit? &lt;/span&gt;im trying really hard to figure out the factors why i cant smash. hmmmm is it cause of my height? no... pooh bear could do it. D: it shall forever remain a mystery to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for badminton with EDWINA, yan wei and herrbie.. it's been SOOO the long since i saw them and they never change.. except for yan who became SUPER talkative goodness knows what happened to him during his schooling days in form6. D: and the two buddies will forever be melodramatic ppl. i miss them to the core seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XAVERIAN RAYA!&lt;br /&gt;it was fun la wei! seriously, there was so much FOOD and FUN and LAUGHTER and thank you KEVIN, WEI CHIEN, WEN XIAN, JASON, SAMMY WAMMY, DENISE, MING YEN and EDDIE for coming for the party. i was glad that there was MORE than enough food to go around and that you all enjoyed the meal. somehow i felt snuggles was the main character of the whole party. @_@ hmmmm.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/TIy2zrQyGqI/AAAAAAAAAYo/UkbmkhcgYhM/s1600/IMG_1871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/TIy2zrQyGqI/AAAAAAAAAYo/UkbmkhcgYhM/s200/IMG_1871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515984642524715682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;             &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/TIy2y-TvdXI/AAAAAAAAAYg/UFsOR7ee0S8/s1600/IMG_1978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/TIy2y-TvdXI/AAAAAAAAAYg/UFsOR7ee0S8/s200/IMG_1978.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515984630457529714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the party, i felt this pang of realisation. that i'm gona miss that day like crazy. it feels almost like regret but there's no need for the feeling of regret and yet it feels like fear of losing something yet there's no need for such fret and it feels somewhat like peace and gratitude for knowing that i have met such friends in my life who will always make in difference in the Jolene i am today and the Jolene i will be tomorrow. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school will be starting the day after tomoro and i've yet to get my gears going. T.T oh what doom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOLENEEEEsam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310690380078927759-8195427933085199936?l=joleneeesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/feeds/8195427933085199936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2010/09/partyy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/8195427933085199936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/8195427933085199936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2010/09/partyy.html' title='PARTYY!!!'/><author><name>Jolene aka Sam.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03115255017441780206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S0oFRFQU9lI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Us10aXlU8E/S220/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/TIy2zrQyGqI/AAAAAAAAAYo/UkbmkhcgYhM/s72-c/IMG_1871.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310690380078927759.post-7655219194996634333</id><published>2010-08-17T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T03:00:36.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>after exams..</title><content type='html'>exams are oveeeeer.&lt;br /&gt;i'm really really disappointed with how i did for my exams. =( it could've been better.&lt;br /&gt;but thank you SOTONG for your terribly hillarious joke book. really did bring smiles to my face. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised that i have issues with cats. yes cats. anything to do with cats. anybody and anything to do with cats. cats and me just dont go well together. from the beginning of time till now. why la why.. &gt;( aihhh....&lt;br /&gt;and did you know... that...&lt;br /&gt;i really dont like the after-exams-phase. i seriously so sesat now, dont knw whether to sleep or to study or to indulge myself in a book or to watch tv or to go online or to bake or to sit here and be lost on blogspot and fb. hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got econs ttn in an hrs time. atleast i wont be sesat for the night. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Joleneeesam-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310690380078927759-7655219194996634333?l=joleneeesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/feeds/7655219194996634333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-exams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/7655219194996634333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/7655219194996634333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-exams.html' title='after exams..'/><author><name>Jolene aka Sam.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03115255017441780206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S0oFRFQU9lI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Us10aXlU8E/S220/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310690380078927759.post-3602532370294805636</id><published>2010-08-15T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T08:42:25.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATES PPL!</title><content type='html'>abt 3 weeks has passed since the BOD election.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't get the post i ran for. oh well, in my point of view, nobody lost in the whole fiasco. everyone was a winner, the very fact that we were nominated proves it. the thing is, who is the winner among the winners, and they are the current council. =D GOOD LUCK and HAVE FUN ALL ! =D the very experience is already enlightening enough and i believe there's a reason for everything... in God's due time, everything will be revealed.. in God's due time. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TESTS ARE TOMORROW! pls dont ask me why i'm online blogging to my heart's delight. my brain was officially murdered. the CSI came and analysed the scenario.. it was murdered brutally by economics, accs, general paper and BUSINESS STUDIES. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my phone is dying. it's taking it's last breath. boo hoo hooo. anyone generous enough to sponsor me a phone pls? &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my weeks in school since the election was hectic! fun! and it got even better when i met two NUTTY WHACKY ANIMALS. a bambi and a bear. xD ahahhaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-JoleneeeSAM!-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310690380078927759-3602532370294805636?l=joleneeesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/feeds/3602532370294805636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2010/08/updates-ppl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/3602532370294805636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/3602532370294805636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2010/08/updates-ppl.html' title='UPDATES PPL!'/><author><name>Jolene aka Sam.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03115255017441780206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S0oFRFQU9lI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Us10aXlU8E/S220/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310690380078927759.post-4530899850459547407</id><published>2010-07-28T05:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T05:38:51.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATED PPL!</title><content type='html'>it has already been about 2 months since i entered form 6. still alive, amazingly with all the cocuriculum activities, ttns and school to jumble with. i really wish there were 48 hours in a day. T.T&lt;br /&gt;alot has happened.&lt;br /&gt;if i were to wrap it all up in a nutshell, it'll sound kinda messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;i've made new friends.&lt;br /&gt;i've entered the BOP.&lt;br /&gt;i've attended BOD OC after going thru the tormenting interview.&lt;br /&gt;i FREAKING ENJOYED BOD regardless of me being panda eyed.&lt;br /&gt;i enjoyed helping out with VAD exhibition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bonded with new friends.&lt;br /&gt;attached to new friends.&lt;br /&gt;and those new friends out of the many new friends had to leave.&lt;br /&gt;to where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for matriculation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so because of them, i've been really preoccupied for the last week. out almost everyday for their never ending farewells. haha. really enjoyed my time with them.&lt;br /&gt;almost died cause of some car issues but hey im still here blogging, so it aint all THAT bad. =D&lt;br /&gt;they're leaving for good this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i'm feeling now?&lt;br /&gt;let me briefly decode it for you.&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently happy cause i ate lala for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently excited for tomoro's voting. MAY THE BEST NOMINEE WIN!&lt;br /&gt;i;m currently sad at the thought of THEM leaving.&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently panicky about VAD OC preparation.&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently blur cause i lack sleep. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even i cant cant decode all. gawsh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310690380078927759-4530899850459547407?l=joleneeesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/feeds/4530899850459547407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2010/07/updated-ppl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/4530899850459547407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/4530899850459547407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2010/07/updated-ppl.html' title='UPDATED PPL!'/><author><name>Jolene aka Sam.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03115255017441780206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S0oFRFQU9lI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Us10aXlU8E/S220/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310690380078927759.post-5557334459628198273</id><published>2010-06-09T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T01:59:43.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't bother reading</title><content type='html'>Hi I'm back. after 2 months of disappearing from the face of the earth. lol. I'm really bored that's why im blogging, otherwise, i would be doing something else. =D Just a rough summary about what has been going on in my oh-so-absurdly-boring life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for starters, Form 6 has started for me. hmm, hw do i summarise f6 huh.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; it's fun. honestly, it is. &lt;/span&gt;Maybe cause the school's great OR my classmates are awesome. I'd prefer to stick to option two. lol. anyways, school has been going on for about a month now, and our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;first class party was held last friday,&lt;/span&gt; the friday b4 this forsaken busy holiday started. T.T It was really funn. ignoring the fact that we had too much leftovers and everyone almost got an overdose of carbon dioxide from all the carbonated drinks. tsk tsk. games was interesting; musical chairs and charade. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;nono im not being sarcastic ! it really was fun ! haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on to my holidays. i have been busy every single day till today. and i will continue to be busy until it's over. went out to gurney to watch&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; prince of persia&lt;/span&gt; ystd with classmates namely... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;william, chye hee, wooi leng, wei chien and nel, and also my BEST BUDS; Edwina and Ming Yen! hmm Sam Tan was there too. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after movie was econs ttn. wooot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no pics.&lt;br /&gt;camera HAD NO BATTS. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahem. and that's about all. told you my life is sad. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310690380078927759-5557334459628198273?l=joleneeesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/feeds/5557334459628198273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2010/06/dont-bother-reading.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/5557334459628198273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/5557334459628198273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2010/06/dont-bother-reading.html' title='don&apos;t bother reading'/><author><name>Jolene aka Sam.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03115255017441780206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S0oFRFQU9lI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Us10aXlU8E/S220/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310690380078927759.post-5788714660410320609</id><published>2010-04-27T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T08:42:08.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PIAANNG</title><content type='html'>today ended with a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;disastrous&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'PIANNGG'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished baking ma P.E.T.s, cleaned up.&lt;br /&gt;everything was &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;FINISHED&lt;/span&gt; and I left the kitchen, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;reached for the light switc&lt;/span&gt;h and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;PIAAANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;My hand accidentally hit the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vodka bottle &lt;/span&gt;that was sitting in some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fat chef's hand&lt;/span&gt; and it fell with a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; crash that simply said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;'there goes the vodka ma mum brought back from Russia. woe to me, i just wasted money just like that. -.-'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though my parents say&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; 'it's ohkay'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i still feel like crap.&lt;/span&gt; i know i know, i'm like 18 for goodness sake, but i can't help&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;feeling so stupid and idiotically careless. ughhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;glass splinters&lt;/span&gt; all over ma hands and knees. And ouch, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;ma finger is bleeding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;'Woe to me'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;JoleneeeSam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310690380078927759-5788714660410320609?l=joleneeesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/feeds/5788714660410320609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2010/04/piaanng.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/5788714660410320609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/5788714660410320609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2010/04/piaanng.html' title='PIAANNG'/><author><name>Jolene aka Sam.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03115255017441780206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S0oFRFQU9lI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Us10aXlU8E/S220/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310690380078927759.post-2301829686479187225</id><published>2010-04-27T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T00:45:45.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EXPERIMENTS! part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm in a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;dillemma&lt;/span&gt; now.&lt;br /&gt;should i&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; continue baking while studying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or should i jus&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;t quit baking to study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or ..&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;. nah i can't quit studying to bake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayyyy......&lt;br /&gt;I came across a few pics just now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;TADAAA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S9aQpvPXMxI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/kGo35PD3afM/s1600/IMG_3396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S9aQpvPXMxI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/kGo35PD3afM/s200/IMG_3396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464714244590613266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are ma &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;addictive&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; magical &lt;/span&gt;choco'oat bite cookies&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;(pfft &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;magical&lt;/span&gt;, so they say xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S9aQpMMxDII/AAAAAAAAAYI/1-jJ29qfCOI/s1600/IMG_0542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S9aQpMMxDII/AAAAAAAAAYI/1-jJ29qfCOI/s200/IMG_0542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464714235184483458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;PORTUGESE EGG TARTS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baked a box of these for &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;CellGroup&lt;/span&gt; last friday.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;'It was a big HIT!'&lt;/span&gt; ... so they say xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S9aQon5lfrI/AAAAAAAAAYA/miqDt-6kvek/s1600/IMG_0532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S9aQon5lfrI/AAAAAAAAAYA/miqDt-6kvek/s200/IMG_0532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464714225440358066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ma greatest achievement in 4 months! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause it's ma&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; first pastry&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;=DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and it tastes GOOD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO I SAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;lol pardon the lack of humility here. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S9aQoGWcm5I/AAAAAAAAAX4/QBBOXCNWR60/s1600/IMG_0408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S9aQoGWcm5I/AAAAAAAAAX4/QBBOXCNWR60/s200/IMG_0408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464714216434604946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well yeah, it's a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;chocolate tart shell&lt;/span&gt; with lots of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;peanut butter and blueberry jam&lt;/span&gt; stuffed in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;didn't have enough cheese. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;don't say gross cause it was&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;teehee =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S9aQnuB-H2I/AAAAAAAAAXw/ezc3idsicrA/s1600/IMG_0405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S9aQnuB-H2I/AAAAAAAAAXw/ezc3idsicrA/s200/IMG_0405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464714209906270050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRESH&lt;/span&gt; from the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MEGA HUGE OVEN&lt;/span&gt; in my back kitchen. rofl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;blueberry cheesetarts&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE MOST SUPERB TARTS IN THE WORLD! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Followed by portugese egg tarts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;dahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;JoleneeeSam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310690380078927759-2301829686479187225?l=joleneeesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/feeds/2301829686479187225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2010/04/experiments-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/2301829686479187225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/2301829686479187225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2010/04/experiments-part-2.html' title='EXPERIMENTS! part 2'/><author><name>Jolene aka Sam.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03115255017441780206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S0oFRFQU9lI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Us10aXlU8E/S220/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S9aQpvPXMxI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/kGo35PD3afM/s72-c/IMG_3396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310690380078927759.post-8120690751966798195</id><published>2010-04-26T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T00:14:12.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EXPERIMENTS !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dahahaha! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;holidays are coming to an end! &lt;/span&gt;Dahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;i'm depressed. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't really done anything &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; exciting during these few months. Have just been&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; baking&lt;/span&gt; and keeping my &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;lil baking business alive&lt;/span&gt;. No easy task but with the help of my&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; marketing e&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;xpert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;, it wasn't all too bad. =D&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; Cheers to Ming Yen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;these are a few pics of a few random stuff i baked during the hols. sorry i forgot to take pics of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;blueberry cheesecake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lemon-frosted carrot cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Choc fudge bars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;dalmation bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;s. Will remember to take the next time i bake em. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pardon the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; ugly photos &lt;/span&gt;please. I'm not good &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; cameras and&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; WITH&lt;/span&gt; cameras. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S9aIWf-keQI/AAAAAAAAAXo/vIEvLTDp2RM/s1600/IMG_0538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S9aIWf-keQI/AAAAAAAAAXo/vIEvLTDp2RM/s200/IMG_0538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464705117983111426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Chocolate Tart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S9aIVn4KGXI/AAAAAAAAAXg/guFbbhAVIBw/s1600/IMG_0415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S9aIVn4KGXI/AAAAAAAAAXg/guFbbhAVIBw/s200/IMG_0415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464705102923831666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Blueberry Cheese Tart!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S9aIU_VqDsI/AAAAAAAAAXY/1HkRhKnvPEU/s1600/IMG_0414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S9aIU_VqDsI/AAAAAAAAAXY/1HkRhKnvPEU/s200/IMG_0414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464705092041707202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Blueberry Cheese Tart!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S9aIUR04FBI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/3w4DxDSm8xc/s1600/IMG_0393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S9aIUR04FBI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/3w4DxDSm8xc/s200/IMG_0393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464705079824618514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Chewy Crumbles (supposedly the first legendary american choc-chip recipe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S9aIT1pQs9I/AAAAAAAAAXI/1P9srJRSakk/s1600/IMG_0392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S9aIT1pQs9I/AAAAAAAAAXI/1P9srJRSakk/s200/IMG_0392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464705072259707858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Classic American Choc-chip cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I've got &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;more pics &lt;/span&gt;but i guess&lt;br /&gt;there's always room for &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;another blogpost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right? =D &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;more tarts and muffins&lt;/span&gt; in the next post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;JoleneeeSam&lt;/span&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/4310690380078927759-8120690751966798195?l=joleneeesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/feeds/8120690751966798195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2010/04/experiments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/8120690751966798195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/8120690751966798195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2010/04/experiments.html' title='EXPERIMENTS !'/><author><name>Jolene aka Sam.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03115255017441780206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S0oFRFQU9lI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Us10aXlU8E/S220/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S9aIWf-keQI/AAAAAAAAAXo/vIEvLTDp2RM/s72-c/IMG_0538.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310690380078927759.post-4338895529243818115</id><published>2010-04-22T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T20:07:43.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>most men are cruel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A friend of mine came over the other day, she laid a whole load of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; ‘sometimes I wonder’ &lt;/span&gt;statements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;puzzled, I looked at her hoping for an answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;she just looked me in the eye and told me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;“&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;tell me what you have to say after I tell you this”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and she went on saying….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;“sometimes I wonder what’s wrong with the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;sometimes I wonder what’s wrong with the society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;sometimes I wonder why people don’t understand each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;sometimes I wonder why people hurt one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;sometimes I wonder why people make use of those who love them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;sometimes I wonder…….those who are used, then left alone, what joy is it in for them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;how ironic to know that the person I care for so much is actually the person who &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;cares the least about me&lt;/span&gt;. the very person whom I’m so proud of is actually the person who &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;despises me the most. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the person whom I love is the person&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; who hates me the most&lt;/span&gt;. And what really breaks my heart is I did not know the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;malice that’s running in the person’s head&lt;/span&gt;, the cruel intentions augmenting within his heart. And Lo and Behold, this innocent soul,&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt; robbed of her integrity&lt;/span&gt; has been left victimized by the person she treasures the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;though fate be called just, could I, that victimized person&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; keep quiet and succumb to its will?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;nay --- I wouldn’t. I couldn’t let fate&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; toy with my emotions without an explanation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;an explanation to why I have to go through this period of torment for not my wrong doing, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;the doing of others&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, of his.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;but much to my dismay, fate closes its doors without an answer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;as though to say that it was MY fault to be who I am&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;how ironic, I’d say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To hear him tell me that&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; I’m  beautiful the way I am&lt;/span&gt;. That I shouldn’t change, ever. I honestly believed that&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; I really am worth it&lt;/span&gt;. what a lie. what a lie. I didn’t need the sympathy so why did he lie to me?! Was he compelled to?! I‘ve come to realization, in reality, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;everyone judges by appearance&lt;/span&gt;. not even a saint would dare say he doesn’t. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; no one looks at the heart anymore&lt;/span&gt;. no one&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;. even if it were the only thing a person would have.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;she sat on my bed, rubbing her absurdly swollen eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;she turned to me and repeated her question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;“tell me what you have to say after I told you this”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;after listening to my friend relate her past,  I saw a&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; flashback&lt;/span&gt; before my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I grimaced at her question. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;“Pffftt..,” I snorted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;what else could I say? I told her what I keep telling myself since that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;“most men are cruel and that is just how they are."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;JoleneeeSam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310690380078927759-4338895529243818115?l=joleneeesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/feeds/4338895529243818115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2010/04/most-men-are-cruel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/4338895529243818115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/4338895529243818115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2010/04/most-men-are-cruel.html' title='most men are cruel'/><author><name>Jolene aka Sam.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03115255017441780206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S0oFRFQU9lI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Us10aXlU8E/S220/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310690380078927759.post-6359333020779215937</id><published>2010-04-08T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T23:04:22.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>updates on F6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ahh! minna!! genki? I went to school two days ago&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; to acquire&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; more info regarding form 6&lt;/span&gt;. it seems that the list will only be out on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;3rd of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;May 2010&lt;/span&gt; and it will be out on the&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;KPM site. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://emoe.gov.my"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;http://emoe.gov.my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the itroduction box is pretty ammusing if you ask me. please do bear this in mind, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;check the site only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;from 3rd May onwards&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;I'm sure the site would be crammed up. -.- so, pls be patiend. =D  If your name is there, it means that you can go for F6, but if your name isn't there, it means you're either chosen for &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;jpa scholarships/ entering college/ going overseas&lt;/span&gt;. so, good luck everyone and for those wh&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;o have gone for yer jpa interviews, I hope you guys get what you've applied for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;CHEERS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;JoleneeeSam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310690380078927759-6359333020779215937?l=joleneeesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/feeds/6359333020779215937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2010/04/updates-on-f6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/6359333020779215937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/6359333020779215937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2010/04/updates-on-f6.html' title='updates on F6'/><author><name>Jolene aka Sam.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03115255017441780206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S0oFRFQU9lI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Us10aXlU8E/S220/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310690380078927759.post-3357230187418681906</id><published>2010-04-05T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T05:10:35.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>again form 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WARNING! WARNING! ALL STUDENTS WHO INTEND TO DIG THEIR OWN GRAVEYA.. i mean WHO INTEND TO TAKE FORM 6..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I've heard that Form 6 starts on MAY 10. And the application letter will be sitting in our mailboxes pretty soon. So, pls do check your mail and start preparing for another 2 years of school! alright, man i can't wait. xDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was hanging out with my brother a few nights ago and we came across a very interesting topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Is Winnie the Pooh a HE or a SHE? O.o? hmmm that's a thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joleneeesam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310690380078927759-3357230187418681906?l=joleneeesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/feeds/3357230187418681906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2010/04/again-form-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/3357230187418681906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/3357230187418681906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2010/04/again-form-6.html' title='again form 6'/><author><name>Jolene aka Sam.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03115255017441780206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S0oFRFQU9lI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Us10aXlU8E/S220/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310690380078927759.post-4606046117008876441</id><published>2010-03-23T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T04:17:18.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FORM 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;GAWSH! 3 MONTHS ARE COMING TO AN END&lt;/span&gt;. I'm sure everyone is having a tough time deciding where to go and what to do. As for me, I've decided to take form 6. suicidal attempt, I know, but enough with all the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;sympathetic talk&lt;/span&gt;, let me bore you with a few boring facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to wikipedia, this is the list of subjects available. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A list of all subjects available for STPM students are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pengajian Am (General Studies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bahasa Melayu (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Malay_Language" title="Malay Language" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Malay Language&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bahasa Cina (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chinese_Language" title="Chinese Language" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Chinese Language&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bahasa Tamil (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tamil_Language" title="Tamil Language" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Tamil Language&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bahasa Arab (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arabic_Language" title="Arabic Language" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Arabic Language&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Literature in English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kesusasteraan Melayu (Malay Literature)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Syariah (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Islamic_Law" title="Islamic Law" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Islamic Law&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Usuluddin (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Usuluddin&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" class="new" title="Usuluddin (page does not exist)"&gt;Usuluddin&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sejarah (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History" title="History"&gt;History&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Geografi (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Geography" title="Geography"&gt;Geography&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ekonomi (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Economics" title="Economics"&gt;Economics&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pengajian Perniagaan (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Business" title="Business"&gt;Business&lt;/a&gt;  Studies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Perakaunan (Accounting)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mathematics S (may not be taken with Mathematics T)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mathematics T (may not be taken with Mathematics S)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Further Mathematics T (may only be taken with Mathematics T)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Computing (may only be taken at certain schools)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Physics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sains Sukan (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sports_Science" title="Sports Science" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Sports Science&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Seni Visual (Visual Art)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;THEY HAVE LITERATURE. xD unfortanately, i doubt i'd be taking lit cause taking 5 subjects for STPM would literally mean&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; digging my own graveyard&lt;/span&gt;. And no, I'm not considering dropping my econs, accs or business studies. LOL.AINT THAT JUST SAD?? =( BUT ANYWAY, yeah&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a new life ahead of me in a new school, a new society and a new journey&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I pray i make it out alive. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JoleneeeSam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310690380078927759-4606046117008876441?l=joleneeesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/feeds/4606046117008876441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2010/03/form-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/4606046117008876441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/4606046117008876441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2010/03/form-6.html' title='FORM 6'/><author><name>Jolene aka Sam.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03115255017441780206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S0oFRFQU9lI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Us10aXlU8E/S220/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310690380078927759.post-6483113065872929341</id><published>2010-03-19T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T05:36:22.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;TERRIBLY&lt;/span&gt; confused why people &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;fight and not patch up after that&lt;/span&gt;?? Is it reaaaally that&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; difficult&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know that everyone has their flaws and that their flaws can be&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; REAAAALLY annoying&lt;/span&gt;, like indescribably annoying and I understand that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;NO ONE LIKES annoying flaws&lt;/span&gt;. But before we start&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; condemning the person to the deepest pits of hell&lt;/span&gt;, judging him just beca&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;use we’re annoyed beyond reason, have we actually asked ourselves whether if&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; WE HAVE FLAWS &lt;/span&gt;that &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANNOY THE  BRAINS &lt;/span&gt;out of those around us? We all aren’t perfect, no one is perfect meaning in very very very very simple terms, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WE HAVE FLAWS DONKEY. SO UNDERSTAND THAT&lt;/span&gt;. D: imagine, we condemn him to hell, he condemns us to hell, and by the end of the day, we’ll see the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;whole population of the world rotting in hell.&lt;/span&gt; I doubt the devil would like that.. There would be lack of oxygen for hell’s fire to burn. = =”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Can’t we all just &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ACCEPT&lt;/span&gt; each other’s flaws and&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; LIVE&lt;/span&gt; with it? Can’t we all just laugh about it and be &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;TOLERANT&lt;/span&gt;? alright, you CAN say that option &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A) accepting each other’s flaws is so IMPOSSIBLE , you could die of an overdose of annoyance&lt;/span&gt;, so you could try option &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;B) tell the person with serious gentleness that you’re not comfortable with his flaws and that you would like him to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Come on, IT’S NOT THAT DIFFICULT ALRIGHT. = =&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What if you chose none of the above and decided to create your own option; option&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; C) ignore him, don’t get along with him, let the problems between the both of us augment until it reaches the heavens for all I care, &lt;/span&gt;I’m &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;not talking to him.&lt;/span&gt; Well then, sorry to say brother, there’re no benefits from broken friendships.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There’s all to lose and nothing to gain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You may say that whatever he does will not affect me because I don’t care about him anymore, but we must bear this in mind, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;we are all responsible for one another&lt;/span&gt;. We live in a community and not as an individual. A Youth group does not function with the work of one youth but with the work AS a group. We are like bees in a hive. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We are all responsible for one another, no matter if he or she is a leader in the youth, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a worship leader&lt;/span&gt;, a musician, a vocalist, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a sound man &lt;/span&gt;or even an ordinary member. We should by right,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; respect one another in whatever role they play in the group.&lt;/span&gt; EVERYONE is important. every single person plays a role of equal responsibility. No one is more important than the other. We are one as a youth and we are r&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;esponsible for whatever happens to each other. We are brothers and sisters in the&lt;/span&gt; ONE who has MADE US. He had made us to have communion with the community not to tear each other apart.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Isn’t our God, the God of love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;mercy and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;forgiveness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The God who despises anger and hatred? We have been growing in the sight of Christ for so many years. God would cry to see us walk away from our own brothers and sisters in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;bitter anger. &lt;/span&gt;I know with all my heart that God would want us to live in &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;forgiveness, to be ever ready to forgive those who hurt us whether intentionally or unintentionally, to have the words ‘SORRY’ and ‘I FORGIVE YOU’ to always be at the tip of our tounges. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I cry the tears that God would cry if he could, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;for his sons and daughters; for my two best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;JoleneeeSam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310690380078927759-6483113065872929341?l=joleneeesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/feeds/6483113065872929341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2010/03/forgiveness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/6483113065872929341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/6483113065872929341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2010/03/forgiveness.html' title='Forgiveness'/><author><name>Jolene aka Sam.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03115255017441780206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S0oFRFQU9lI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Us10aXlU8E/S220/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310690380078927759.post-6564784247038777131</id><published>2010-01-05T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T08:19:23.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl's are Deadly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Girls are Deadly, Lethal weapons.&lt;/span&gt; We kill intentionally or worse still, unintentionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;We hurt without wanting to hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we do, the hurt isn't like the sort of hurt a blade causes but the sort of hurt a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;body would feel without it's heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm being random. But i've experienced hurting someone and it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;a feeling i would die feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've NOW experienced seeing someone BEING HURT by a girl. it's such a painful process, being hurt and recovering from it.  how could girls do it?&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; how could girls Deliberately hurt others&lt;/span&gt; or being a Mother Theresa saying that it's for his own good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there ought to be another way apart from hurting and being hurt. it doesn't have to be this way. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;things CAN work out with both parties smiling and hugging each othe&lt;/span&gt;r. The question is; whether or not we are willing to work things out; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;stop making excuses for our mistakes and also excuses to pacify our disappointments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've no idea WHERE I AM HEADING but i have to let this out cause it's disturbing my conscience so bad that guilt overwhelms me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confused,&lt;br /&gt;JoLene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310690380078927759-6564784247038777131?l=joleneeesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/feeds/6564784247038777131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2010/01/girls-are-deadly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/6564784247038777131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/6564784247038777131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2010/01/girls-are-deadly.html' title='Girl&apos;s are Deadly'/><author><name>Jolene aka Sam.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03115255017441780206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S0oFRFQU9lI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Us10aXlU8E/S220/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310690380078927759.post-7340758018656120328</id><published>2009-11-07T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T03:40:57.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>sorry all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been a crazy month. I seriously can't believe that I'm still alive after the oh-so-hectic schedule. I'm sure I'm not the only student who's taking SPM, as we all know, there are hundreds, thousands, I don't know. =__=" my point is, I need a life cause preparation for SPM took half my life away and i need to loosen up, cause i'm walking like a piece of wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so unattractive, i know.&lt;br /&gt;this is what SPM does to innocent girls at the age of 17. oh so sweet sweet age of 17. = )&lt;br /&gt;anyway, enough with the SPM drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY was Thanksgiving day.&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU, ALL OF YOU FOR BEING MY BUDDIES.&lt;br /&gt;yea, even if you're not, thank you anyway. =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was supposedly the last day of school for CLS form 5 girls, but sad to say, it wasn't. and still isn't. T___T and will never be. we sang, and signed cards, took a museum full of pictures and exhcanged farewell presents. it was very.. merry? yes, very jolly? yes, it was MERIAH! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;you know i was wondering&lt;br /&gt;"Thanksgiving day would be the perfect day to know your achievements. No, not academically but socially. A day you would be able to find out how popular, loved or accepted you are in school. Just a theory. Just a thought. Nothing serious."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sat in class, looked at my classmates and smiled to myself. i have honestly failed in being a social butterfly. I dare say i barely know my classmates, or all of their names and i would expect the same from them. BUT it's alright, cause i chose for it to be this way. Was i Lonely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of the blues, Zhuey and pui yee barges into my classroom and says ' HAPPY THANKSGIVING DAD!' as they hand over their lil tokens of appreciation. To be brutally honest, I am seriously touched by their kind gesture. I know i've been one lousy dad.. so.. yeah, it meant a lot to me. =) i bump into my sissy sons, and being sons, they just hugged and wished me. so man of them. xD i bump into my juniors, lil gifts, lots of hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i wasn't a nasty senior after all? O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked to the hall, and my eyes searched for someone but she wasn't there. I left my bag at a corner and rushed out of the hall. She wasn't anywhere to be seen! I walked straight and turned at a corner. -calm- there she was, sitting down, holding her bottle, smiling at me. I felt..at home. I felt safe. i smiled back. i felt warm. we walked arm in arm to the hall and sat down with the rest of the students. i saw her circle of friends, a group she belongs to, all circling her, battling one another to take pictures with her. She went with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i feel lonely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before taking pictures, she looked at me and said ' Sam, you come in too!' and drags me by the arm with a smile so wide that the ends would have touched her ears. Home. With Edwina by my side, how could i feel lonely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acceptance by a thousand students, doesn't count as much as the acceptance i see in her eyes. Flaws, stupidity, clumsiness, what-nots.&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for knowing her. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the irony was that at the end of the day,&lt;br /&gt;we didn't even thank each other for.. each other.&lt;br /&gt;we didn't have to say anything.&lt;br /&gt;we already knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JoLene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310690380078927759-7340758018656120328?l=joleneeesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/feeds/7340758018656120328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/7340758018656120328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/7340758018656120328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Jolene aka Sam.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03115255017441780206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S0oFRFQU9lI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Us10aXlU8E/S220/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310690380078927759.post-2646730148398626587</id><published>2009-10-11T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T01:07:29.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday</title><content type='html'>My &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;17th birthday celebration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was two days ago.&lt;br /&gt;it was a&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; fantastic party&lt;/span&gt; evryone! thank you sooo much for coming and for the pressies. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a brief account&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;my dog scared the crap out of Ming Yen and Herrbie at&lt;br /&gt;8.00 P.M.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;we ate dinner; spaghetti and fried chicken. LOL.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;we played cards. chor tai ti? is that how you spell it, Kev? xD Kev:1, Jo:1, Yan:1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;we played GOLDFISH! ROFL. Ming Ming's brilliant ideaaaa. ahaha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;kev married my dog. ohh joy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;we sang the birthday song and ate the very very fattening birthday cake. (blueberry cheesecake ppl!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;PRESENTS ! more details later. xD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;FATAL FRAME 3 !! AHAHA ! it was a session of 30 mins retardism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;jemput-ed Eddie and Timmy at 11.00 P.M.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Pi Kayu for ROTI TISSSUUU. HEHEH !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;reached home 1.20 AM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;cards was fun! Yan Wei kept .. trying to cheat. LOL but he won la anyway without cheating. Denise and Ming Yen has learned the art of gambling. wow. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the presents.&lt;br /&gt;FUNNY! very touching presents really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Herrbie&lt;/span&gt; got me a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;VERY VERY CUTE MANTOU CUP&lt;/span&gt;. I LOVE IT! hahaha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Ming Yen &lt;/span&gt;got me a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;small naked pig&lt;/span&gt;. @_@ i think i'll name it Ming. ahah. she made a card for me, so pretty. =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Eddie and Timm&lt;/span&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; bought me a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; charm bracelet&lt;/span&gt;! i lost mine during state camp last year. T__T&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;EVIN SAM DID NOT BUY ME ANYTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; lol but he apologised. what a loving cousin. xD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Denise Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;got me something really really retarded. it was so retarded that its retardism had to ferment for a good 5 hours before i could open it. she bought me  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;'HOTWHEELS YELLOW CAR&lt;/span&gt;' migooood !!! &gt;&lt; but i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and lastly.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Yan Wei&lt;/span&gt;.. he says it's an ugly present but i say it's nice. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a jar of folded stars!!&lt;/span&gt; Thanks Yan.. it means alot to me. no matter how ugly you claim it to be. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;FATAL FRAME!&lt;br /&gt;it ws supposed to scare the crap out of us but instead, it made us laugh our asses off. xDD!! the ghosts are all pretty. sexay. and Herrbie keeps taking pics of the WRONG parts of the ghost. =____=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to Kayu and ate TWO FREAKING LONG LONG ROTI TISSUSSS. mampoi. T____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures, have to wait for denise to upload. LOL. be patient be patient.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310690380078927759-2646730148398626587?l=joleneeesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/feeds/2646730148398626587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/10/birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/2646730148398626587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/2646730148398626587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/10/birthday.html' title='birthday'/><author><name>Jolene aka Sam.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03115255017441780206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S0oFRFQU9lI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Us10aXlU8E/S220/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310690380078927759.post-3796044386823291149</id><published>2009-10-03T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T00:05:39.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;i wished for my &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;one wish&lt;/span&gt; for my birthday to be fulfilled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;and i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;regret&lt;/span&gt; for wishing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;'cause &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;it will be fulfilled&lt;/span&gt; really really soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;the last of everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;the last of everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;and it would be back to being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;best friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;stupid Jo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Joleneee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310690380078927759-3796044386823291149?l=joleneeesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/feeds/3796044386823291149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/10/last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/3796044386823291149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/3796044386823291149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/10/last.html' title='The Last'/><author><name>Jolene aka Sam.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03115255017441780206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S0oFRFQU9lI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Us10aXlU8E/S220/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310690380078927759.post-5181956324635551012</id><published>2009-10-03T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T08:55:46.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i predict</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;another week has passed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;not that great a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;results aren't as great as i though it would be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;though my parents are contented enough; i'm not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;i can predict that my phone bill for August will be really low. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;last night was a great night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Edwina and Timothy&lt;/span&gt; came over to visit me, to see whether if &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i'm alright &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;digging my own graveyard&lt;/span&gt;. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks alot guys.. the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; sotong goreng and ikan bakar&lt;/span&gt; was a real good remedy. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Ed.. thank you for always being on the call for me. ever ready to give me a good smack back to reality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;i can predict that my inbox for August will be really empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;tonight has been a great night too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Herrbie brightened me up a bit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Though i'm not 100% 'ohkay' but.. i think i can make it through the night&lt;/span&gt;. your hillarious '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;german sausages'&lt;/span&gt; and '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;cocktail'&lt;/span&gt; jokes are the best! Thanks for the&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; fatal frame vids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. ROFL non stop the whole night. *huggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;i can predict that the future weeks are gonna be no diff from this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;cause the fact hasn't changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;the past remains the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;the present remains the present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joleneeee &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310690380078927759-5181956324635551012?l=joleneeesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/feeds/5181956324635551012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-predict.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/5181956324635551012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/5181956324635551012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-predict.html' title='i predict'/><author><name>Jolene aka Sam.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03115255017441780206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S0oFRFQU9lI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Us10aXlU8E/S220/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310690380078927759.post-1494829621723822725</id><published>2009-10-01T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:26:30.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>inspired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while you learn the subtle difference between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;   holding a hand and chaining a soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And you learn that &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;love doesn't mean leaning&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;company doesn't mean security&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And you begin to learn that &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;kisses aren't contracts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;   and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;presents aren't promises&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And you begin to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;accept your defeats with your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;   up and your eyes open, with the grace of an adult&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;   not the grief of a child,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And you learn to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;build all your roads on today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;   because &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After a while you learn that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;even sunshine burns if you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;   get too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;plant your own garden and decorate your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;   soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And you learn that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;you really can endure&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;   that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;you are really strong&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;   and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;you really do have worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And you learn and you learn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;   With every good-bye you learn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Veronica A. Shoffstall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;i got this from &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Cheryl's &lt;/span&gt;blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;very very inspiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;i&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Thank you Cheryl !! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and hey, I'm smiling again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Thanks Eddie&lt;/span&gt;, for being the angel of the source of my strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;and Yan Wei,&lt;/span&gt; for being my blessing of joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;*Huggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Joleneee &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310690380078927759-1494829621723822725?l=joleneeesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/feeds/1494829621723822725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/10/inspired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/1494829621723822725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/1494829621723822725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/10/inspired.html' title='inspired.'/><author><name>Jolene aka Sam.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03115255017441780206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S0oFRFQU9lI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Us10aXlU8E/S220/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310690380078927759.post-1182797932204785165</id><published>2009-09-30T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T06:24:46.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh oh..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Can some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kind soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; please tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; WHAT'S GOING ON?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i don't know&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;where i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;i don't know&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;who i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;i don't know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;what i am doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;omg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;@_____________@"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Joleneee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh whee i know my name. =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310690380078927759-1182797932204785165?l=joleneeesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/feeds/1182797932204785165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-oh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/1182797932204785165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/1182797932204785165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-oh.html' title='oh oh..'/><author><name>Jolene aka Sam.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03115255017441780206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S0oFRFQU9lI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Us10aXlU8E/S220/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310690380078927759.post-1798315694448359203</id><published>2009-09-28T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T08:46:11.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Numb; Cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;have you ever felt&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;numb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;maybe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;if you have, don't worry&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;you're not dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;'cause i know I'm not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I'm&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; numb; cold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stand &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;under the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sun&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; feels good.&lt;/span&gt; it's nice to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;under the sunshine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the heat is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;comforting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to feel the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;skin prickle&lt;/span&gt; like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;snow thawing after winter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I think I could feel &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;my heart beat again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; pumps&lt;/span&gt;. My &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;cheeks heat up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;It feels good&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to be alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sad to say,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; spring does not last forever, neither does Summer&lt;/span&gt;. Winter takes its tow and once again it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;back to being numb; cold&lt;/span&gt;.  no matter how twisted the global weather may get. =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so people, if you see some &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;retard in school standing under the sun,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;let her be.&lt;/span&gt; Just let her be. If you want..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;feel free to join her&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt; but i doubt you would.&lt;/span&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Joleneee &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310690380078927759-1798315694448359203?l=joleneeesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/feeds/1798315694448359203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/09/numb-cold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/1798315694448359203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/1798315694448359203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/09/numb-cold.html' title='Numb; Cold'/><author><name>Jolene aka Sam.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03115255017441780206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S0oFRFQU9lI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Us10aXlU8E/S220/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310690380078927759.post-8987597509943651644</id><published>2009-09-27T00:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T01:16:34.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbyes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Goodbyes'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night i had to say a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;very painful goodbye&lt;/span&gt; to one of my &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;best friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; goodbye was not enough. neither were &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; nor &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;three&lt;/span&gt;. the goodbyes were &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;uncountable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;why was &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;one goodbye not good enough&lt;/span&gt;? was it to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;lengthen the sorry-emo-conversation&lt;/span&gt;? was it to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;make sure that the heartfelt feeling of sincerity was felt&lt;/span&gt;? was it to&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; make the moment last longer&lt;/span&gt;? or maybe it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;just so that i could hear his voice again&lt;/span&gt;. It's a wonder what impact the voice has on &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;petty human feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;goodbye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;painful goodbye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you may think "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;where on earth is he going to??&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;to be brutally honest to myself, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;i don't know&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;That's why it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;painful&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;figure it out on your own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;broth&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; left for KL 15 minutes ago. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;another goodbye&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;another hug&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;another tear&lt;/span&gt;. sometimes i really wish that people would &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;stop leavin&lt;/span&gt;' me. however, I'm not that selfish to rob them away from their lives. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;circumstances prevent them from staying and I am of no position to anchor them down&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may sound so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;noble&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, noble is such a silly word to use at a time like this. But sometimes, I really wanna &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;throw a tantrum&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;be a kid&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;cry my eyes&lt;/span&gt; out for them to comfort me so they &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;stay just a lil' bit longer&lt;/span&gt;. sometimes,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; not all the time&lt;/span&gt;. =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Joleneee &lt;|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310690380078927759-8987597509943651644?l=joleneeesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/feeds/8987597509943651644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/09/goodbyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/8987597509943651644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/8987597509943651644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/09/goodbyes.html' title='Goodbyes.'/><author><name>Jolene aka Sam.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03115255017441780206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S0oFRFQU9lI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Us10aXlU8E/S220/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310690380078927759.post-9028708466867798292</id><published>2009-09-25T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T21:09:28.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No promises. =|</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;part of my life has been taken away from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;and though i have always wished for this to happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;never would i have thought of it to be so soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;this lil' bit of hope and happiness washed away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;and there's nothing i could say or do to turn back the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;the time where 'radical innocence' used to reign over us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;and yes, i would trade all i have for that time to return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;but no, i would trade all i have for the time to remain unchanged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;for my life is merged with the present and not of the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;and though his promise of returning seems so near yet so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;the option of returning might not be the only option for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;so with prayers and hopes for the impossible to come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;i shall wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;and wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;with no promises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;He's gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Joleneee &lt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310690380078927759-9028708466867798292?l=joleneeesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/feeds/9028708466867798292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-promises.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/9028708466867798292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/9028708466867798292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-promises.html' title='No promises. =|'/><author><name>Jolene aka Sam.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03115255017441780206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S0oFRFQU9lI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Us10aXlU8E/S220/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310690380078927759.post-7909269454078442376</id><published>2009-09-25T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T20:53:45.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;why hello everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yes,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; i'm still alive&lt;/span&gt; and yes, i know that &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;my blog is dying&lt;/span&gt;. SO, i'll give a brief account on what i've done the past month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;glue my ass to the chair to STUDY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRIALS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;it was bad&lt;/span&gt;. i really didn't know how to answer the questions. i really &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;didn't study hard enough&lt;/span&gt;. i seriously&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; had no confidence when taking the paper&lt;/span&gt;. i was.. a vegetable then. well well, it's over aint it and yea it's holidays now BUT it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;coming to an end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That's about trials and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;studyin' nothin&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i've been out lately. but nothin' interesting happened. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;my life is pretty dull. pretty boring&lt;/span&gt;. anyway, the main reason why im bloggin' today is to talk about...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;CHILDLIKE INNOCENCE&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;YES! childlike innocence! something most of us think we still have. i dare say i have lost mine. the very fact that we knw that v&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;iagra is blue and not yellow&lt;/span&gt; already shows how 'innocent' i am. And &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;condoms come in more than one flavors&lt;/span&gt;. nono, pls don't try to brainwash me into thinking ' &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;HEY Jo, it's general knowledge ohkay. sooner or later you'll know right?&lt;/span&gt;' but yea i know &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;soonner or later i'll lose my childlike innocence&lt;/span&gt;. and i have already lost it. tadadadaaaa. T__T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;when i was at the gym with Yan, i noticed a few kids playing around with the gym equipment. they were acting out a drama! so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;CUTE so INNOCENT&lt;/span&gt; ! they were talking about &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mermaids and pirates&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;potions and magic cucumbers&lt;/span&gt;? @_@ &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;bungee jumping into magic portals&lt;/span&gt;. it's like wow.. their innocent imagination &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;runs wild.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;it's so tempting&lt;/span&gt; to go back to those times. to those times when evrything was so..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; carefree&lt;/span&gt;. so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;colourful and imaginative&lt;/span&gt;. so full of hope and happiness. and the things we argued abt were &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;trivia&lt;/span&gt;l and the things we fought for were so&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; pathetic&lt;/span&gt;. for example, sweets. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;as time passes by, our carefreeness is replaced by stress. i'm sure all of this isn't foreign to you. but ya know.. you just wonder at times, really,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; would you for once wanna be a kid again&lt;/span&gt;. do things kids do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;like watching tom and jerry with your cousin&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;acting like you're some character in a sci-fi fiction movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;playing 'DOCTOR' with stationary in school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;have a set of winnie the pooh files for your ttn work? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;maybe yes, maybe no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;i'm so confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Joleneee &lt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310690380078927759-7909269454078442376?l=joleneeesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/feeds/7909269454078442376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/09/kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/7909269454078442376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/7909269454078442376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/09/kids.html' title='kids'/><author><name>Jolene aka Sam.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03115255017441780206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S0oFRFQU9lI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Us10aXlU8E/S220/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310690380078927759.post-7081905814586145690</id><published>2009-08-06T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T22:47:34.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kereta warna banana cantik kan ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;today, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;imma feel very random&lt;/span&gt;. so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;imma post random stuff&lt;/span&gt;. and these random stuff, are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;seriously random stuff&lt;/span&gt; that i've come across in my 'jolini folder'. Gawd knows what kind of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;rubbish&lt;/span&gt; are stored in there. @_@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/Snu7SS-qDyI/AAAAAAAAAWg/TrapLe7QglM/s1600-h/5640_106593012669_523522669_2210880_5060709_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/Snu7SS-qDyI/AAAAAAAAAWg/TrapLe7QglM/s200/5640_106593012669_523522669_2210880_5060709_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367089303948758818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;DENISE SONG DON'T YOU THINK IT LOOKS SO FASCINATING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; xDD *&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;headshot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i got this from Kevin Pao. it's so freaking disturbing !! and i bet that's Kelvin's bike. *&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;scratch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/Snu7SHc-AMI/AAAAAAAAAWY/hhTLBzdh91I/s1600-h/5640_106593047669_523522669_2210887_122589_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/Snu7SHc-AMI/AAAAAAAAAWY/hhTLBzdh91I/s200/5640_106593047669_523522669_2210887_122589_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367089300854669506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i also got this from Kevin Pao. LOL! some &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sick stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; we came across while acting like innocent kids in toysrus. *&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;pffft innocent my foot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/Snu7RjYnw-I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Or9VV7esdWg/s1600-h/5640_106593052669_523522669_2210888_7647333_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/Snu7RjYnw-I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Or9VV7esdWg/s200/5640_106593052669_523522669_2210888_7647333_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367089291172758498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, i think these puppies were a shelf on top of the bunnies. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;fyi. it wasn't us who did it ! &lt;/span&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/Snu7Raum_1I/AAAAAAAAAWI/w0twO-XIoeA/s1600-h/5640_106593042669_523522669_2210886_3809502_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/Snu7Raum_1I/AAAAAAAAAWI/w0twO-XIoeA/s200/5640_106593042669_523522669_2210886_3809502_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367089288849063762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;OH LOOK!&lt;/span&gt; it's me and my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;fancy-fancy-mini-tiny-shiny-cute lil yellow car&lt;/span&gt; ! it costs about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;RM600&lt;/span&gt; + if i'm not mistaken. HAHA! it's so freaaaking niceeeeeee!! it's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MINEEEE ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;and according to kevin, i'll get a saman for driving a yellow car because it attracts too much attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;policeman 1: eh eh tengok kat kereta banana tu! cantik kan? oisehhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;policeman 2: cantik kepala kau da! dia speed 'gitu laju, tak nampak ka?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;conclusion : if i were to speed, hell ya i'll be the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first to get noticed &lt;/span&gt;and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first to get a saman.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;at parking lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;policeman 1 : amboi, tengok kereta kuning ni. air liur meleleh dah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;policeman 2 : ya, dan si pemandu ni tak tau parking. kena saman teruk, memang air liur dia meleleh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;conclusion : if i were park like crap, hell ya i'll be the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; first to get noticed&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first to get a saman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;KEVIN'S CONCLUSION: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;yellow sports cars rawks&lt;/span&gt;! cause they'll always be the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;centre of attention&lt;/span&gt;. xDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;isn't that right,&lt;/span&gt; kevin? HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;feeling random,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joleneee &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310690380078927759-7081905814586145690?l=joleneeesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/feeds/7081905814586145690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/08/kereta-warna-banana-cantik-kan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/7081905814586145690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/7081905814586145690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/08/kereta-warna-banana-cantik-kan.html' title='kereta warna banana cantik kan ?'/><author><name>Jolene aka Sam.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03115255017441780206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S0oFRFQU9lI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Us10aXlU8E/S220/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/Snu7SS-qDyI/AAAAAAAAAWg/TrapLe7QglM/s72-c/5640_106593012669_523522669_2210880_5060709_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310690380078927759.post-1395853076625659453</id><published>2009-08-03T20:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:10:29.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where's the bliss ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;struggling &lt;/span&gt;with life. and spm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;isn't making it any easier for me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot has been happening for the past few weeks and everything seems to be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;blur&lt;/span&gt; at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;i can't get my stuff done because i'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;drastically distracted&lt;/span&gt; by the most &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;out-of-the-blue event&lt;/span&gt; in my life. but who cares. been out for lunch with lawrence, steph and genia for the past weeks and i had a great discussion with lawrence about a few interesting topics. however, we came to the part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what we want may be totally different from what God wants for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so true and it goes without saying.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; i'm torn between life.. and life&lt;/span&gt;. and i have to choose one. although it seems as though i have the choice of both.. but no, only one and i think i've made my choice and i'm not sure if &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;God's wrath is going to burn me to the pits of hell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uncle collin once told me&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;if you were to be with him, a non-believer, it would be exactly like this. you are standing on top of a table and he is on the floor and you're holding each others hand. which one is easier,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; to pull him up the table or for him to pull you down from the table&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;someone smack me in the face&lt;/span&gt; for thinking that i have &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;such brute strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to do it on my own. but i'm taking my chances. i have to try to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;win one more for Jesus&lt;/span&gt;. i have to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because no matter what.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; God's kingdom comes first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh another issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;i'm so sick and disgusted with myself. a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hypocrite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i hate myself for that. i'm so sorry puiyee so sorry edwina.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; i'm so sorry God for being the biggest most stupidest stumbling block in my friends lives&lt;/span&gt;. and i do not know how to get things back to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;normal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess this situation is like a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;broken vase&lt;/span&gt;. it's glued back with all the sorries but the cracks are still there, still visible. and it can never be as perfect or as beautiful as before. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i feel so rotten for being so careless.&lt;/span&gt; i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;i can't do recess revo&lt;/span&gt;. i dont fit to be a leader, to lead people into prayer to lead people into the word to lead people into anything... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;cause i myself, have disgraced God too much. too much&lt;/span&gt;. i'm sorry ming yen. forgive me cause.. i really can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;distressed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Joleneee &lt;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;at times like this, i really wish he is a christian. adakah kamu pernah merasai perasaan dukacita dan sukacita pada masa yang sama? T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310690380078927759-1395853076625659453?l=joleneeesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/feeds/1395853076625659453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/08/wheres-bliss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/1395853076625659453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/1395853076625659453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/08/wheres-bliss.html' title='where&apos;s the bliss ?'/><author><name>Jolene aka Sam.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03115255017441780206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S0oFRFQU9lI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Us10aXlU8E/S220/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310690380078927759.post-2571419792406375442</id><published>2009-07-24T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T03:55:05.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry .</title><content type='html'>i think i've made the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;second biggest&lt;/span&gt; mistake in my life.&lt;br /&gt;and it is similar to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;first biggest&lt;/span&gt; mistake in my life.&lt;br /&gt;so in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;CONCLUSION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i never learn my lesson. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and does anyone know why on earth some people have this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;aura that FORCES&lt;/span&gt; you to spill out secrets &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WILLINGLY&lt;/span&gt; ? T____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week has been an &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;emotionally-unstable week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. test was horrid and so is my social life. i'm sorry for making the wrong choices and decisions, causing the people around me to feel like they're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;burning in hell. &lt;/span&gt;i'm sorry for not being a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;better friend, being a better dad&lt;/span&gt;. but i really do not intend to hurt anyone nor cause any harm to&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; those i love most; my sissy family&lt;/span&gt;. i know that some of you are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; in me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;angry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; frustrated&lt;/span&gt; with my &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;cursed attitude and playfullness&lt;/span&gt; and if i have hurt anyone one of you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i really don't mean to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;all in all, i still love you guys more than anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Joleneee &lt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310690380078927759-2571419792406375442?l=joleneeesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/feeds/2571419792406375442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/2571419792406375442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/2571419792406375442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m sorry .'/><author><name>Jolene aka Sam.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03115255017441780206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S0oFRFQU9lI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Us10aXlU8E/S220/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310690380078927759.post-6028116725753045362</id><published>2009-07-19T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T07:28:30.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lalalalala.</title><content type='html'>a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;million &lt;/span&gt;apologies evryone for not updating by blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;spelling competition&lt;/span&gt; with saucheng, denise and wei cyn. acted like geeks for the whole day ! spelling words that we will &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NEVER &lt;/span&gt;use in our entire lifetime. and i hate the word heiment. and that lady for not knowing how to pronounce H with a H sound. =___=" and this guy,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; lalafung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, who thinks he knows evrything.. ate his own dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls visit saucheng's or denise's or wei cyn's blog for more info. xD tq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;a free guitar &lt;/span&gt;! and it is definitely a blessing from God. in the afternoon i prayed to God for a guitar because i wanted to improve myself futher when it comes to praise and worship .. since my bro took the guitar to KL. &lt;( and i went over to dad's friend's house  in the evening, Uncle C. told me that he doesn use his guitar anymore and so i just bluntly asked, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Do you intend to sell it? @_@" haha, he GAVE it to me. like.. WOOOOT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;SHAAM WOOHOOO !! &lt;/span&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; a meddled-messed up heart&lt;/span&gt; because of a msg i recieved on saturday night. haha, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;no regrets tho&lt;/span&gt;. *winks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;KEVIN SAM THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH ME GAMING ALRIGHT ! &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310690380078927759-6028116725753045362?l=joleneeesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/feeds/6028116725753045362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/07/lalalalala.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/6028116725753045362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/6028116725753045362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/07/lalalalala.html' title='lalalalala.'/><author><name>Jolene aka Sam.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03115255017441780206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S0oFRFQU9lI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Us10aXlU8E/S220/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310690380078927759.post-1559269072975569914</id><published>2009-07-08T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T04:12:23.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHAM WOOHOOO !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/SlR4dBZkbvI/AAAAAAAAAU4/qb9sIbCdeqs/s1600-h/07elise-s-yellow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356038296837582578" style="width: 200px; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/SlR4dBZkbvI/AAAAAAAAAU4/qb9sIbCdeqs/s200/07elise-s-yellow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;YELLOW CAR&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;like duhhh does it look like a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red car&lt;/span&gt; to you? =___=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not know when or how or what made me so crazy over cars. especially those &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FREAKING COOL YELLOW CARS&lt;/span&gt; ! jsladhf;lsah the beauty these cars behold are just... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;indescribable&lt;/span&gt;. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're thinking ' &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;since she's so crazy over cars, does she knw abt the kinds of oil, hood to boot, car models and etc&lt;/span&gt;?' the answer is, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;. i'm not crazy over cars till i buy car magazines and speak in car jargon to any Tom Dick or Harry on the streets. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;i don't even know what gears are&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; i know two internal things, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;breaks and accelerate.&lt;/span&gt; and come on laaa it's in MATHS for crying out loud...o.O...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i just like cars for what they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;ADORE&lt;/span&gt; cars with those &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;giaaaaaant &lt;/span&gt;bazookas jutting out from the its sides! and cars that&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; destruct the environment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with whatever special advantages the car is known for or bash up other cars to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;SCRAPS &lt;/span&gt;! like *BIIIISH* with its giant bombs and road spikes or or.... and noooooo, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;i HATE army tanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;1) big&lt;br /&gt;2) ugly&lt;br /&gt;3) ugly&lt;br /&gt;4) very ugly&lt;br /&gt;5) and dull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was a much younger kid, my all-time favourite game was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWISTED METAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on the PS. i have like the whole SERIES of it. my bro and me would just enjoy choosing those effing cool cars with all those &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;bulky weapons protruding out from all four corners &lt;/span&gt;and bashing each other into pulp ! &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIG FOOTS ARE MASSIVELY HUGE AND WICKED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! bro always liked 'Jumper'. pink car.. petite BUT light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;and he always bishes me into pulp. T__T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Burn Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is also one of the recent games i play on the PSP.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;KEVIN SAM DON'T YOU DARE LAUGH AT THIS STATEMENT!&lt;/span&gt; it's great for just stressing out all the crap school gives you at the end of the day. I usually rampage, cause racing isn't one of my best abilities. crashing cars and seeing them fly in the air... ahhhhh... bliss. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bro must be thinking ' &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;my sis is weird.&lt;/span&gt;.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/SlR44zFr64I/AAAAAAAAAV4/DRx3BX8mmtg/s1600-h/twisted-metal-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356038774032427906" style="width: 200px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/SlR44zFr64I/AAAAAAAAAV4/DRx3BX8mmtg/s200/twisted-metal-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/SlR44lK7L3I/AAAAAAAAAVw/fBNjMzqzDEk/s1600-h/games-twisted_metal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356038770296303474" style="width: 200px; height: 140px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/SlR44lK7L3I/AAAAAAAAAVw/fBNjMzqzDEk/s200/games-twisted_metal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/SlR44VN05QI/AAAAAAAAAVo/Oy3euSoQKxg/s1600-h/Death-Race-MachineGun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356038766013506818" style="width: 200px; height: 138px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/SlR44VN05QI/AAAAAAAAAVo/Oy3euSoQKxg/s200/Death-Race-MachineGun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/SlR44KZkNaI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Wu8PjHVp8ac/s1600-h/death-race-car-fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356038763109954978" style="width: 200px; height: 151px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/SlR44KZkNaI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Wu8PjHVp8ac/s200/death-race-car-fire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/SlR4d4YrVCI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/AlmVyvqxcg4/s1600-h/Death_Race_Porsche_911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356038311597790242" style="width: 200px; height: 134px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/SlR4d4YrVCI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/AlmVyvqxcg4/s200/Death_Race_Porsche_911.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/SlR4dvRC75I/AAAAAAAAAVI/T85Lw71Xj_k/s1600-h/2004158703851620937_rs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356038309149863826" style="width: 200px; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/SlR4dvRC75I/AAAAAAAAAVI/T85Lw71Xj_k/s200/2004158703851620937_rs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/SlR4dWVraHI/AAAAAAAAAVA/_nBkiM1_BHU/s1600-h/926_main_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356038302458407026" style="width: 200px; height: 134px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/SlR4dWVraHI/AAAAAAAAAVA/_nBkiM1_BHU/s200/926_main_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;DEATH RACE CARS&lt;/span&gt; PEOPLE !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few months back, my bro invited me to watch '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Death Race'&lt;/span&gt; with him. i was like,' Hami hi lai? o.O....' manatau.. watch just 1/10 of the show i was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;jumping up and down and screaming and laughing and being HIGH&lt;/span&gt; ! my bro was like ' &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;oh.. ohhh.... she's gone craaaaaazyyyyy &lt;/span&gt;T__T' &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;DEATH RACE IS BY FAR THE MOST GORRY, THRILLING AND KID-EXHILARATING MOVIE EVER&lt;/span&gt; ! and yes,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; i'm a kid&lt;/span&gt;. you got a prob with that? =__="&lt;br /&gt;basically it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;about &lt;/span&gt;cars racing each other &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;KILLING &lt;/span&gt;their opponents with their own c&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;ustomed MONSTER CARS&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FREAKING HUMONGOUS GUNS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;SPIKES&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLADES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; !and the cool part is that the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;racing track has these base pads&lt;/span&gt; that enable the cars to have special powers.. or in a less lame way or saying it.. '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;abilities&lt;/span&gt;'. = ) the trick is, the cars must have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;ALL FOUR WHEELS&lt;/span&gt; on the pad to activate the ability. I LOVE THAT PART THE &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MOST &lt;/span&gt;! it's like.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;WOW WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT OF THAT?&lt;/span&gt;??? xDDD there are a few rounds and drivers are eliminated. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;permanently&lt;/span&gt;. SO COOL ! those monster trucks make my&lt;br /&gt;blood go ' &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;SHAM WOOHOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;!' XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what about drifting and all those fancy car tricks?two words. LOVE THEM ! It makes me go all ' &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;omg !!' and 'woaaaaaahhhh' and 'OH MOMMA !'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do NOT know why i'm crapping all this but i guessNOW you know a bit more about me.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;warning&lt;/span&gt;. don't you ppl come to me speaking in car jargon cause i'll seriously tie you to a bamboo stick and shoot you to Mars. =____="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JoLeneee &lt;3&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310690380078927759-1559269072975569914?l=joleneeesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/feeds/1559269072975569914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/07/sham-woohooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/1559269072975569914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/1559269072975569914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/07/sham-woohooo.html' title='SHAM WOOHOOO !'/><author><name>Jolene aka Sam.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03115255017441780206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S0oFRFQU9lI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Us10aXlU8E/S220/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/SlR4dBZkbvI/AAAAAAAAAU4/qb9sIbCdeqs/s72-c/07elise-s-yellow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310690380078927759.post-4072637982655509674</id><published>2009-07-03T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T03:47:04.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just so you know !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;my blog is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i know it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;boring &lt;/span&gt;because i don't &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;gossip&lt;/span&gt; about boys .. or girls for that matter openly for the entire cyber world to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i know it's not the perfect &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;girly webpage&lt;/span&gt; adorned with pictures of cute lil dresses that makes some girls go ' &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OMGGG THAT DRESS IS SO CUTE !&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i know it'&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;s kinda dull &lt;/span&gt;because i talk superficially of the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; issues around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i know it's weird for some of you to keep seeing the word ' &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;God God GOD&lt;/span&gt;' repeated like a million times in just two posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;but you see, when someone asks me, '&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;what is the purpose of you blogging&lt;/span&gt;?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i'll just say &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;'to share with people about what God has done in my life'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;it's all for God. not for me myself and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;yes it's true that there are some random posts about my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;compulsive spending disorder&lt;/span&gt; and about some &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;almost-hillarious moments &lt;/span&gt;in my life that has got nothing to do with religion or whatsoever, BUT  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;majority of the posts are for God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;in the beginning, i was thinking of making my blog something like a train of thoughts been typed out '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;in this lil mind of mine&lt;/span&gt;'. however, as time passes.... &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;all that's in my mind is God&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOOOOORRRIIIIIIING ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;yea yea i know, sam is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;so noisy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;so loud and so crazy&lt;/span&gt; and here she is trying to be some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;priestest from Jerusalem&lt;/span&gt; on her &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;BLOG &lt;/span&gt;for crying out loud ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i'm sorry guys, there's a limit to evrything. and being too crazy, ain't all that good either, ya know? = )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i don't think that i'm the kind who would&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; harp one a bunch of cute guys for ages&lt;/span&gt; telling the whole world i like them. because to be frank, haha, most of the guys i have liked so far are &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;far from being ... good looking&lt;/span&gt;. let's just say, i'm&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; blind to such things&lt;/span&gt;. = ) and i'm sure you guys wouldn;t be interested in reading about non-good looking guys right? haha ! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;isn't that right, Rach&lt;/span&gt;? LOL !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;clothes. ohkay &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i like clothes but not obsessed over them.&lt;/span&gt; a few decent pieces here and there... yea and in the end it's the same. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;shirt and jeans&lt;/span&gt;. so, really, what's there to talk about clothes? o.O" maybe there's a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;rare occasion &lt;/span&gt;when i talk about dresses and such.. be patient till then. i know some of you girls are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;boo-ing me till your guts have spilled out&lt;/span&gt; but, that's just me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Samjo&lt;/span&gt;. = ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ohkay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;if you reaaaaaally know me, you would understand that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm not that kind of girl that likes to hang about shopping complexes looking absolutely glamorous, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fussing about the 1 kg i gain during the holidays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;or going all day about cute boys&lt;/span&gt;. YES i DO talk about boys. but not in the infatuated sort of manner. and even if i do, it wouldn't last all day.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, if you really know me, you would understand that i am &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;a child of God who would like to dedicate this blog to God as much as possible &lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;'God again&lt;/span&gt;' you may think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;bear with me really, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;cause that's why i'm having this blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Joleneee &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310690380078927759-4072637982655509674?l=joleneeesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/feeds/4072637982655509674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-so-you-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/4072637982655509674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/4072637982655509674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-so-you-know.html' title='just so you know !'/><author><name>Jolene aka Sam.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03115255017441780206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S0oFRFQU9lI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Us10aXlU8E/S220/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310690380078927759.post-1207404405035484825</id><published>2009-07-03T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T03:12:35.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Speaking ! &lt;3</title><content type='html'>once again,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;hi evryone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been a&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; terribly busy week&lt;/span&gt; for me so i've finally got the chance to sit my butt down at the comp and post something to keep my&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; almost-dying-blog from dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. = )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tho, it's &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dying =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;miracle&lt;/span&gt; happened to me this week.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the biggest, most amazing, unbelievable miracle happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;as some of you know, i was in for &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;public speaking&lt;/span&gt; and i &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;HATED &lt;/span&gt;IT !&lt;br /&gt;i was lamenting about it for two weeks&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;. TWO WEEKS NON-STOP! &lt;/span&gt;=__=&lt;br /&gt;the competition was&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; last wednesday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to cut the long story short, i tried to get sick. i really reaaaaally tried to get sick and i ALMOST DID. why get sick? well because i wanted to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RUN AWAY FROM THE DREADFUL PUBLIC SPEAKING COMPETITION, THAT'S WHY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  but, my dad got sooo worried, he took me to a doctor, got me some antibiotics and GAH, i got well. I just HAD to get well 2 days before the competition which was monday and the wonderful part is that i did not memorize the script at all because i thought i would be SICK ! manatauuuu, my mom comes into the room and says ' &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;God doesn't want you to run away from this you know, and he won't let you.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;freaky? not really... God had a plan for me. but i refused to see it. why else would i be cured? x (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried. i cried bitterly. i cried with anger, frustration and uncontrolled negative emotions. but after the tears, i felt much better. as though i cried out all the negativity out of my brains.&lt;br /&gt;with a much distorted face from crying, i went out to my mom and said ' &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;i'll try but i know i won't win because i seriously feel STUPID for agreeing to do this'&lt;/span&gt;. my mom comforted me and reminded me to pray.&lt;br /&gt;prayer.&lt;br /&gt;something i've never actually thought about.&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;i prayed and all my stupidity was wiped away with all the doubts. i can't explain how. it's as though it was never there! it was a monday night. i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;started &lt;/span&gt;reciting and reciting and memorizing and reciting and in TWO HOURS i memorized everything, SEASONED with confidence and ready to give my best&lt;br /&gt;not for ME&lt;br /&gt;not for MISS CHEE&lt;br /&gt;not for my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;but for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOD! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up on wednesday morning and prayed. on the way to school, i prayed. and God kinda told me ' &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why not be the first to go up the stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?'. i thought..." nahhhhh........that would be suicidal"&lt;br /&gt;i went for prayer group and evryone prayed for me,Zhu and Rach.&lt;br /&gt;i was late for drawing lots. and i got &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. THE LAST. BUT&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;pui yee came up to me and said the most SURPRISING THING to me that morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;pui yee : DAD AHH ! You wanna change number with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;samjo   : har? what number? o.O?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;pui yee : *shows number* ONE !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;samjo   : &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OHKAY !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without a second thought i said ohkay. without a second thought. i must've been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;CRAZY &lt;/span&gt;! i was supposed to be shaking like a leaf but.. surprisingly... i didn't. i wasn't THAT nervous. =D and do you see the connection? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;God's calling to be first and in the end, i did get to be the first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;coincidence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;i don't think so&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i prayed and prayed until sissy SARAS called my name and i went up the stage. and i looked at the audience, my fellow colistrians. i froze. BUT again i heard God saying " &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;don't be afraid. all these people look like tiny dots in blue. don't they&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;tiny dots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;tiny dots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;tiny dots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;HAHAH YAH THEY DO&lt;/span&gt; ! =D&lt;br /&gt;so i carried on talking to the tiny blue dots and before i knew it, it was over. and i was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;r.e.l.i.e.v.e.d.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;impromptu.&lt;br /&gt;terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"NATIONAL SERVICE should be made COMPULSORY for all FITH FORMERS. What do you think?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i crapped about evrything and anything knowing i said something and not nothing.&lt;br /&gt;*ting ting&lt;br /&gt;i walked off the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was time to announce who the winners were and i &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;walked to the back&lt;/span&gt; of the hall to sit with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;ED&lt;/span&gt;. knowing that i wouldn't get anything.&lt;br /&gt;But guess what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;i won third place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm glad that Ed was the first to hug me, congratulating me. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Congratz SAU CHENG and ZHU-EY for winning first and second placing ! you guys were AWESOME !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;THANK YOU KENNETH&lt;/span&gt; ! LK i said ILY so much for helping me with the script and for your fantastic catchy '&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;obama-phrases'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! i got feedback that i sound very kenneth-ish up on stage ya know..... LOL. aren't you SO proooooud of me? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, do you see &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the power of prayer? &lt;/span&gt;do you see &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;how amazing God works&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? you may think that ' &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;it's all just a mere coincidence...' &lt;/span&gt;but I SAY, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;NO &lt;/span&gt;! it's real and&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; it's God ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ILY GOD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;! =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Joleneee &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310690380078927759-1207404405035484825?l=joleneeesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/feeds/1207404405035484825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/07/public-speaking-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/1207404405035484825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/1207404405035484825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/07/public-speaking-3.html' title='Public Speaking ! &lt;3'/><author><name>Jolene aka Sam.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03115255017441780206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S0oFRFQU9lI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Us10aXlU8E/S220/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310690380078927759.post-2509064725610077565</id><published>2009-06-28T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T02:35:44.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>alone or lonely</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;you know&lt;/span&gt;, there is a difference between &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;being alone &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;being lonely&lt;/span&gt;. yes, there &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; a difference. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;i think i've been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alone &lt;/span&gt;and i think i've been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lonely &lt;/span&gt;before.&lt;/span&gt; but what i understand is that now, i aint lonely at all even though i'm alone. really, Kye, you think im &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;emo &lt;/span&gt;and you &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;assume that i'm lonely.&lt;/span&gt; you think i &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;aint got love&lt;/span&gt; so you &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;assume i'm lonely&lt;/span&gt;. sorry to burst your ignorant bubble, boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F.Y.I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;being lonely&lt;/span&gt; is having &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;no one to love &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;no one to offer love to you&lt;/span&gt;. that's lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;being alone&lt;/span&gt; is being &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;by yourself in a crowd of a million&lt;/span&gt;. that's alone.&lt;br /&gt;and if you're&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;lonely. &lt;/span&gt;why kye, @_@.... i &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;pity &lt;/span&gt;you, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i know i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;aint &lt;/span&gt;lonely, cause i got&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; friends who i love&lt;/span&gt; and i hope i have friends who love me.&lt;br /&gt;i've got a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;sissy family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who gives &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;me abundant annoying joy. &lt;/span&gt;LOL !&lt;br /&gt;i've got a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best friend&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;whom i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;treasure&lt;/span&gt;, whom i hope to always be the&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;reason for the smile on her face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; and i dare say, she would do the same for me too.&lt;br /&gt;I've got a bunch of&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;steamoz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;whom i&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; love dearly, &lt;/span&gt;tho i rarely show it. xD ain't that right guys?&lt;br /&gt;i've got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;parents&lt;/span&gt; who love me and i'm sure they love me.&lt;br /&gt;i've got a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;dog&lt;/span&gt; whom i love to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;DEATH&lt;/span&gt; and haha, yeah she definitely loves me. in her &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;annoying-snuggly sort of way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hey, Kye?  i've got a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God who loves me and a God i will love till the ends of the earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;SO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is there &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;any reason &lt;/span&gt;For Me to be lonely, Kye?&lt;br /&gt;really,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; i don't think so&lt;/span&gt;. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;proved you wrong didn't I,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joleneee &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310690380078927759-2509064725610077565?l=joleneeesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/feeds/2509064725610077565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/06/alone-or-lonely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/2509064725610077565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/2509064725610077565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/06/alone-or-lonely.html' title='alone or lonely'/><author><name>Jolene aka Sam.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03115255017441780206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S0oFRFQU9lI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Us10aXlU8E/S220/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310690380078927759.post-3989880862624810028</id><published>2009-06-24T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T07:21:13.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One more for God !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;ONE MORE !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;HIM ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;daughter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;was lost, but now is &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;welcome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; to the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Zhu~&lt;br /&gt;we love you !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;WHEEEEE !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/SkIzzE5Ae_I/AAAAAAAAAUw/ioWkazKq340/s1600-h/Big_smile.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/SkIzzE5Ae_I/AAAAAAAAAUw/ioWkazKq340/s200/Big_smile.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350896259848764402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Joleneee &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. He's just so real ! Love HIM ! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310690380078927759-3989880862624810028?l=joleneeesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/feeds/3989880862624810028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-more-for-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/3989880862624810028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/3989880862624810028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-more-for-god.html' title='One more for God !'/><author><name>Jolene aka Sam.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03115255017441780206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S0oFRFQU9lI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Us10aXlU8E/S220/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/SkIzzE5Ae_I/AAAAAAAAAUw/ioWkazKq340/s72-c/Big_smile.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310690380078927759.post-3087640302217845299</id><published>2009-06-23T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T02:01:55.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LAZY !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;LOL. i'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;lazy &lt;/span&gt;to do update you guys on my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boring 2 week holiday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so... i'll just make it super brief and short. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;pleasing to the eyes aye&lt;/span&gt;, owayne? =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm writing evrything in random so it's not in order but it's definitely within the two week  break. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;enjoyy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i went &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;colour shopping&lt;/span&gt;. i'm kinda adore &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;sesame street&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ooney &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tunes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;now. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i went to help out with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; during the first week and the kids weren't that bad actually. quite bearable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i went for my first&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; youth cellgroup&lt;/span&gt;. xD!! it was SUPER ! it was kinda short and brief but definitely enlighting. i had never laughed so much for that week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i went for a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;movie outing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;with lawrence, sean, daniel, and stephyy. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;17 Again &lt;/span&gt;! hillarious and a must-watch. it kinda plays with your emotions throughout the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i went&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; mythology crazy&lt;/span&gt; ! bought a book on &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;greek mythology,&lt;/span&gt; a book on&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; world mythology&lt;/span&gt; and a book on &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;egypthology&lt;/span&gt;. I LOVE THEM ALL !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My dog bit my glasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. and yes, it's in&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; scraps&lt;/span&gt;. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i visited &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;mini Shanghai &lt;/span&gt;right here in penang. Chung Ling prefects' day had taught me to never go to China.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;RC CAMP WAS FUN AND FUN AND TIRING AND HOT BUT FUN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! you get the idea, don't you? haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;went for&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; lunch with the Steamoz&lt;/span&gt; on a Saturday at Breeks. it ws great seeing all of you again. And talking to you guys seriously makes my day. =DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i fell in love with these&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; FREAKING COLOURFUL ADIDAS SHOES&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PINK ADIDAS BAG &lt;/span&gt;and T&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HE GOD-SENT ADIDAS WATCH&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's all on what i did during the holz. boring huh? =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;more details on VBS coming soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;more details on RC CAMP coming soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;jokes about my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;FANTASTIC mandarin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the coming posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; it is a must read ! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Joleneee &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310690380078927759-3087640302217845299?l=joleneeesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/feeds/3087640302217845299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/06/lazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/3087640302217845299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/3087640302217845299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/06/lazy.html' title='LAZY !'/><author><name>Jolene aka Sam.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03115255017441780206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S0oFRFQU9lI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Us10aXlU8E/S220/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310690380078927759.post-7436866743374834596</id><published>2009-06-22T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T05:49:26.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RECESS REVO !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/Sj97a0UIYgI/AAAAAAAAAUg/e4VEV8pgSoQ/s1600-h/tit_recessrevo2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 69px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/Sj97a0UIYgI/AAAAAAAAAUg/e4VEV8pgSoQ/s200/tit_recessrevo2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350130582989332994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes people, it is &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;RECESS REVO&lt;/span&gt; ! and our &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;school's cf&lt;/span&gt; is finally doing it. we've just started last week and the response was &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;very good&lt;/span&gt; and i really hope that it continues to grow and more people would come to knw more about the Word. Ming Yen, Denise and I are greatly motivated and encouraged to carry on &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;RECESS REVO&lt;/span&gt;, rain or shine! Actually, we really feel that &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;God is really working in our school&lt;/span&gt; and we're almost certain that CLS will be transformed into a society of the younger generation who will &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stand for God! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aihh seriously, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;why didn't we start this earlier?&lt;/span&gt;? I'll be leaving in a few months time and I'm only able to witness the early growth. T_____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CLS&lt;/span&gt; who wish to join in our &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;RECESS REVO&lt;/span&gt; sessions, pls refer to the info below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;venue&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Porch 2 / Ping pong table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;first recess AND second recess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people in charge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;1st recess: Ming Yen and Denise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;2nd recess: JoLene and Theresa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;we will be there&lt;/span&gt; the minute the school bell rings. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A word of advice about food, &lt;/span&gt;it would be better to take an &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;early breakfast&lt;/span&gt; before coming to school so that you'll be able to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;spend more time&lt;/span&gt; with us during the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;RECESS REVO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/Sj97bF9WB9I/AAAAAAAAAUo/OV3pnpyl2_g/s1600-h/prayer_image.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 167px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/Sj97bF9WB9I/AAAAAAAAAUo/OV3pnpyl2_g/s200/prayer_image.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350130587725596626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;prayers&lt;/span&gt; as well&lt;br /&gt;it's on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;monday, wednesday and friday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.05 a.m&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;meet at the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ping pong table&lt;/span&gt;. = )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANYONE AND EVRYONE ARE WELCOMED TO JOIN US !! =DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joleneee &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310690380078927759-7436866743374834596?l=joleneeesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/feeds/7436866743374834596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/06/recess-revo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/7436866743374834596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/7436866743374834596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/06/recess-revo.html' title='RECESS REVO !'/><author><name>Jolene aka Sam.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03115255017441780206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S0oFRFQU9lI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Us10aXlU8E/S220/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/Sj97a0UIYgI/AAAAAAAAAUg/e4VEV8pgSoQ/s72-c/tit_recessrevo2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310690380078927759.post-8545967492579464013</id><published>2009-06-22T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T05:29:22.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY SISTER !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;My deepest apologies&lt;/span&gt; my dear friends for not being able to update my blog almost &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;every second of the day&lt;/span&gt;. As you all know, I don't go online on weekdays and because of my &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;earth forsaken art project&lt;/span&gt; which sucked half my youth away from me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've been deprived of my weekends&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;does that explain why i don't update my blog&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;if yes, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;if no, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;go bang a wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really would like to continue my&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; ' Evry post for every event' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;thinggy but i seriously can no longer contain this lil bubble of news within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahem, beloved readers, i now have a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;new siste&lt;/span&gt;r, in Christ of course and she is my bestest bestiest bestestestesssst friend, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;EDWINA&lt;/span&gt; ! *drum roll* xD i'm not gonna go into details, cause it's kind of personal in a way so.... she made the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;big decision last wednesday during CF &lt;/span&gt;after Pr. Pragas' sharing of his testimony. and i think i cried. no, that doesn't make me a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;sissier dad &lt;/span&gt;alright, but i'm honestly &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;very very happy&lt;/span&gt; for Edddiieee =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the best thing is, we get to share with each other and teach each other and help each other grow in the Word and i'm just so happy ! so thrilled by this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;sudden change&lt;/span&gt; ! it's like... &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;WOOOOOOOT&lt;/span&gt; !!! xD i feel like acting like a looney now !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i've a lot more to say.&lt;br /&gt;T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Joleneee &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310690380078927759-8545967492579464013?l=joleneeesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/feeds/8545967492579464013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-sister.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/8545967492579464013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/8545967492579464013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-sister.html' title='MY SISTER !'/><author><name>Jolene aka Sam.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03115255017441780206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S0oFRFQU9lI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Us10aXlU8E/S220/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310690380078927759.post-5967753764215946298</id><published>2009-06-16T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T04:11:49.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a post for evry event. =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} -&lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Why&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;helloooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;2 weeks have passed&lt;/span&gt; and I’ve not touched the internet ever since. Would you believe it?! O.o… ohkay I shall do this event by event for the whole 2 weeks so please do bare with me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a post for every event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;starting TODAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;First of all, I’m starting to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;believe &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;colours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yes, colours. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bright&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;cheerful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;colours&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bye bye &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;, hellooooo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;cheerful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I helped my church group, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Agape&lt;/span&gt; to paint their board. And it’s all &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;COLOURFUL&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Design Inspiration gotten from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Anna the Manthou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It went alright I think. Idk, ask &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Matt. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I started the week with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;shopping. For colours&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;=D it was great! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My mom was reaaaaally generous that day. I’m still wondering why… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She bought for me &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3 &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;SESAME STREET SHIRTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Cookie monster&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Elmo &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Ernie &lt;/span&gt;!! and goodness knows who’s Ernie’s best friend. @_@&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And and they are all &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;COLOURFUL&lt;/span&gt;! Wheeeeee~ the colours just makes me wanna smile like some &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;looney&lt;/span&gt;. XD lalalala~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/Sjd8zNaRu8I/AAAAAAAAAT4/mOpGtO0ZLnU/s1600-h/cookiemonster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 129px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/Sjd8zNaRu8I/AAAAAAAAAT4/mOpGtO0ZLnU/s200/cookiemonster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347880301740800962" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/Sjd84qef5YI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/cyQ3AhPkZ-M/s1600-h/elmo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 127px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/Sjd84qef5YI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/cyQ3AhPkZ-M/s200/elmo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347880395442480514" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/Sjd8zhbd9KI/AAAAAAAAAUI/SKX-kxmiDVc/s1600-h/bert-and-ernie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 125px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/Sjd8zhbd9KI/AAAAAAAAAUI/SKX-kxmiDVc/s200/bert-and-ernie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347880307114505378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And my mom said that I needed a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So we went watch hunting and I was searching high and low for either an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; lime green&lt;/span&gt; or white watch. And hey I found all of them but the prices…&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I think I’ll have to rob a bank in order to buy all of them&lt;/span&gt;. XD &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The orange one looked cheap but it wasn’t cheap. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So what’s the point buying a not-cheap-cheap-looking watch?&lt;/span&gt; No point. Exactly. BUT I fell in love with this &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GOD-SENT white coloured Adidas watch&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Digital and it &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;emits lime green light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! But forget about it, like I said, rob a bank and we’ll talk about it. =D so I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;settled for a yellow watch&lt;/span&gt; and tadaaaaa~ it’s so feminine that it looks all wrong on me. but goodness, time for a change I suppose. = |&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/Sjd9q0THkSI/AAAAAAAAAUY/jyg0g9lAr14/s1600-h/adidas+watch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 102px; height: 124px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/Sjd9q0THkSI/AAAAAAAAAUY/jyg0g9lAr14/s200/adidas+watch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347881257072562466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i think it's this. doesn't seem to look like it. =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Joleneee &lt;3&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310690380078927759-5967753764215946298?l=joleneeesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/feeds/5967753764215946298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/06/post-for-evry-event-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/5967753764215946298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/5967753764215946298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/06/post-for-evry-event-d.html' title='a post for evry event. =D'/><author><name>Jolene aka Sam.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03115255017441780206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S0oFRFQU9lI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Us10aXlU8E/S220/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/Sjd8zNaRu8I/AAAAAAAAAT4/mOpGtO0ZLnU/s72-c/cookiemonster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310690380078927759.post-6574399193514282821</id><published>2009-06-03T09:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T09:37:46.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over.. for now. = )</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;it's all over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;the confusion&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;the guilt&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;the shame&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;it's all over&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;and thank you, you-knw-who-you-are&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;it's all over. For Now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;shame&lt;/span&gt; really, to see all that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;effort being wiped away&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; was never my game. and i doubt it will ever be.&lt;br /&gt;that's life, aint it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;well, my life i guess. &lt;/span&gt;*shrugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joleneee &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310690380078927759-6574399193514282821?l=joleneeesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/feeds/6574399193514282821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/06/over-for-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/6574399193514282821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/6574399193514282821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/06/over-for-now.html' title='Over.. for now. = )'/><author><name>Jolene aka Sam.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03115255017441780206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S0oFRFQU9lI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Us10aXlU8E/S220/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310690380078927759.post-6730567521350865394</id><published>2009-06-03T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T07:22:19.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100%</title><content type='html'>i was cutting out pieces of cardboard.. playing with a penknife and remembered my awful &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;mistakes in the past&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;i remembered that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pastor was right. your heart would never be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;100&lt;/span&gt;% the same once you have started something with someone. bgr. a part of me has been taken. i'm no longer intact, complete, 100%. and i &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;regret, regret with every drop of blood in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for letting someone take that part of me with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was and still am &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;young, naive and foolish&lt;/span&gt;. thinking that i was and am old enough to do whatever 18 year olds do. had the thinking that a young girl of 15 years is capable of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;handling all obstacles of life&lt;/span&gt;, big or small, wide or narrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not know whether if he feels the same. and i do not expect him to read this. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;time doesn't heal the wound but only leaves a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;superficial scap &lt;/span&gt;to cover its ugly sight. and from time to time, with a bit of harshness from life, the scap comes off and embraces the cold strong wind to beat against the fresh, open wound. the sort of pain that seems so familiar to me and i will continue to live with this pain until the day he comes back from wherever he is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;to return that part of me he took along with him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;. but sad to say, reality &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;smacks &lt;/span&gt;you hard in the face when you least expect it, causing you to wake up from dreams and fantasies that would make fairy tales look like a bad joke. i doubt he'll come back. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;childhood lovers only happen in storybooks &lt;/span&gt;i suppose&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, i need not of a replacement really. cause i see no point in starting something that will, definitely will end very very soon. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i do not want to hide behind my parents back&lt;/span&gt;.  i think i can stand on my own two feet and if i were to trip over a boulder the size of Komtar, i know that i have the friend who will help me up and try to kick that boulder to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mars &lt;/span&gt;to avenge my fall. i thank you &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;edddd&lt;/span&gt;, for helping me 'till today, even when i feel like crawling back to him, on my knees, scrapping all the scap of my knees, you hold me by the belt pulling me away from that frivolous desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite all my regret and hurt, i am not saying that he is the cause of it. I am the cause of it. my childish innocence and arrogance was the cause of it.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I am the monster&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;The one cruel enough to break him, piece by piece and putting on a facade for the entire world to see that i am not affected by it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;momma, if you're reading this, please have the reassurance that your daughter will always look to you whenever i fall this bad ever again. and ed, thank you for being with me when hell seemed to be the most compelling place to be when in such gloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i hope he comes back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joleneee &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310690380078927759-6730567521350865394?l=joleneeesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/feeds/6730567521350865394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/06/100.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/6730567521350865394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/6730567521350865394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/06/100.html' title='100%'/><author><name>Jolene aka Sam.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03115255017441780206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S0oFRFQU9lI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Us10aXlU8E/S220/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310690380078927759.post-5614374597946616464</id><published>2009-05-29T03:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T04:18:08.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stemoz Outing !</title><content type='html'>hey &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;steam people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;we plan to have an &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;outing this coming holidays&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so we were thinking of watching a movie, get some lunch... catch up? crap... and for crying out loud... no more rc stuff in our conversations please. haha...jkjk.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so CLS has thought of watching &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;monsters vs aliens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;show: &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;monsters vs aliens &lt;strong&gt;(3D)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;date : &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;anytime 2nd week, tuesday, wednesday, friday or sunday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;time : &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;from 1.00 to 5.30&lt;/span&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;cost : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RM 15&lt;/strong&gt; per ticket&lt;/span&gt;, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll most probably be having &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lunch,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; then only watch the movie.&lt;br /&gt;SO, for lunch, it'll be &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;anywhere in gurney&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; aite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YAHHH !! this outing is also to celebrate you &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;steam ppls birthdays&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. haha.&lt;br /&gt;if i'm not mistaken, the bday boys and girls are &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yan Wei, Kean Por, Kenneth, Kevin, Edwina, Andria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.....@_@&lt;br /&gt;aiyahh if i've left you out by mistake, please do let me now ASAP ! thanks.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bday boys and girls, be there&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yah? since it's for you... indirectly.. directly.. depends on how you see it. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;GUYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; please do let &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;KEAN POR or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;KENNETH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; know if you're interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;GIRLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; please do let either &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDWINA or JOLENE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; know if you're interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONFIRM by the FIRST WEEK !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks a lot people ~ *winks&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to seeing u all again.&lt;br /&gt;Taaaaaz ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joleneee &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310690380078927759-5614374597946616464?l=joleneeesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/feeds/5614374597946616464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/05/stemoz-outing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/5614374597946616464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/5614374597946616464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/05/stemoz-outing.html' title='Stemoz Outing !'/><author><name>Jolene aka Sam.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03115255017441780206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S0oFRFQU9lI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Us10aXlU8E/S220/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310690380078927759.post-7920515875061658561</id><published>2009-05-29T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T04:21:44.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dedicated to DENISE SONG.</title><content type='html'>I've changed the skin of this blog because i got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;fed up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with the complaints regarding it's &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;font size&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So I have decided on something &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;simple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Blog like Blogger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DENISE SONG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ! This post is dedicated Just for &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;hope your &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;eyeballs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; don't pop out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers day was 100% hilarious ! students and teachers dancing, singing, jumping about, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;SCREAMING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ! it was one heck of a day. the school was divided into two groups ; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;. there were numerous activities but really, it was worth all the student's time. and teacher's too, of course. xD&lt;br /&gt;I've found out today that &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lee Sa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. because she finds Ed and me weird. but we aren't you see, we're &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;perfectly normal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. normal happy-go-lucky people. but she finds us weird. so sad.. to think that my brother, Lee Sa has become weird. LOL. oh mi god. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lee Sa don't kill me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. xDD !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my name tag dropped into the drain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and my hands were not small enough to get it. talk about .. ______ fill in the blank yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a thousand and one things to say and i really &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just can't shut up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. so to spare you people's eye sight, i shall ciao first.&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joleneee &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310690380078927759-7920515875061658561?l=joleneeesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/feeds/7920515875061658561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-changed-skin-of-this-blog-because-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/7920515875061658561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/7920515875061658561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-changed-skin-of-this-blog-because-i.html' title='dedicated to DENISE SONG.'/><author><name>Jolene aka Sam.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03115255017441780206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S0oFRFQU9lI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Us10aXlU8E/S220/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310690380078927759.post-4253026011101438453</id><published>2009-05-28T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T04:25:55.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOP and D-grayman</title><content type='html'>hmmm.. you know what? this random thought came into my mind during prefects' meeting. it started with what &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Pn Tan said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... something about us prefects &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;being different&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from the&lt;br /&gt;other students. being the ones who &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stand out and stand for justice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;br /&gt;blahhdeeblahhblahh...something about us being a group of people who have &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one thing in common&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. a group of people that's &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;recognised by the school.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pop !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;black order&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; came into my mind. cool people with &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;classy uniforms tailor made&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to give out&lt;br /&gt;the best look for their users. &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the authority&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the members of the black order are granted&lt;br /&gt;once set foot into its realm. the companions who go through the &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;challenges, obstacles, hell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of the society and grief in some way or another. the feeling of &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; even though there are&lt;br /&gt;miscommunications and misunderstandings causing mishappenings amongst them. the&lt;br /&gt;members of the black order &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;stand as one figure&lt;/span&gt;. friends... closer friends are from this&lt;br /&gt;organisation. whatever that may seem alien in them to the eyes of their friends outside&lt;br /&gt;the organisation, are definitely understood by the people of the same uniform as them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know where i'm heading with all this &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;crappy thoughts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; BUT seriously... think about&lt;br /&gt;it.. try to make the comparison. isn't the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BOP something like the black order???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; HAHA don't&lt;br /&gt;laugh your arse off.. though it is a funny thought. we may not be as cool.. haha or given any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;super natural innocence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to give us &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;super natural weapons&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to annihlate those pesky school&lt;br /&gt;rule violaters. HARDEEHAAHAAAR BUT we do have the similarities of having a uniform&lt;br /&gt;with &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;freaking hot blazers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that kill us monday mornings, a group of people wearing the&lt;br /&gt;uniforms that carry out the &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;same&lt;/span&gt; duties, a group of people with the one thing in common ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;prefectship&lt;/span&gt;. we are recognised by the school, like how the black order is &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;recognised by the&lt;br /&gt;world&lt;/span&gt;. i think. in some way. yah. =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can just imagine .. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the BOP in the uniforms of the black order&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. with cool weapons that&lt;br /&gt;blow the brains out of the rule violaters. WAHAHAHAHA ! I could just see it all now........prefect : &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEY YOU ! your SOCKS ! *&lt;em&gt;BISHHH*[Dust&lt;/em&gt;]i'm a dangerous prefect on the loose. =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/Sh-HoFzk5KI/AAAAAAAAATw/MiS2DC9SobA/s1600-h/IMG_1667_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341136805907719330" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/Sh-HoFzk5KI/AAAAAAAAATw/MiS2DC9SobA/s200/IMG_1667_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old pic. sorry, can't find any new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/Sh-Hn3Wf5OI/AAAAAAAAATo/Mc-NEwjRC30/s1600-h/D_Gray_Man_fan_CG_by_yukikominazuki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341136802027660514" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/Sh-Hn3Wf5OI/AAAAAAAAATo/Mc-NEwjRC30/s200/D_Gray_Man_fan_CG_by_yukikominazuki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA imagine us looking like thattt ! xDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310690380078927759-4253026011101438453?l=joleneeesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/feeds/4253026011101438453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/05/bop-and-d-grayman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/4253026011101438453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/4253026011101438453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/05/bop-and-d-grayman.html' title='BOP and D-grayman'/><author><name>Jolene aka Sam.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03115255017441780206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S0oFRFQU9lI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Us10aXlU8E/S220/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/Sh-HoFzk5KI/AAAAAAAAATw/MiS2DC9SobA/s72-c/IMG_1667_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310690380078927759.post-2445940037667627833</id><published>2009-05-23T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T04:29:11.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I really never knew</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i never knew&lt;/span&gt; that the one who made me would be the one to &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;break&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;i never knew&lt;/span&gt; that the grass would be &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;better off without&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; its sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;i never knew&lt;/span&gt; that loving him was &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;never an option.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;i never knew&lt;/span&gt; that it was &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;never my decision &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i never knew&lt;/span&gt; that i was &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;capable of being ignorant&lt;/span&gt; though, knowing the truth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i never knew&lt;/span&gt; that it is supposed to be &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;'cleverer' and not 'more clever'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i never knew&lt;/span&gt; that a battallion of chickens could &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;rule the earth&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i never knew&lt;/span&gt; that i &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;do not know&lt;/span&gt; alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;and i wish i never knew that &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i never knew&lt;/span&gt; i do not not know alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;how sad&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/4310690380078927759-2445940037667627833?l=joleneeesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/feeds/2445940037667627833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-really-never-knew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/2445940037667627833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/2445940037667627833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-really-never-knew.html' title='I really never knew'/><author><name>Jolene aka Sam.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03115255017441780206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S0oFRFQU9lI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Us10aXlU8E/S220/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310690380078927759.post-3872439486794686362</id><published>2009-05-23T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T04:29:46.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>inheritance of belief</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;christianity isn't through inheritance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this is very.. out of the blues BUT i just have to let it out.&lt;br /&gt;i was at cellgroup last night and.. i was thinking...that yea, christianity isn't through inheritance.&lt;br /&gt;it's all about the self encounter with God. no other.&lt;br /&gt;it's all about the grace of the Lord and the mercy He has given to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, it wouldn't make much sense if we were to be born into a christian family and say that we are christians. that would make us christians by name. not by faith. christianity is a choice.&lt;br /&gt;a choice given to us to make for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, no one makes that decision for us.&lt;br /&gt;we make the choice on our own.&lt;br /&gt;i have made a decision to be a christian.&lt;br /&gt;i could choose to drift away from God and be a free thinker.&lt;br /&gt;to choose to think that christianity is just ONE of THOSE religions.&lt;br /&gt;to choose to think that there really isn't a God out there. goodness, evolution seems to be more logical, no?&lt;br /&gt;hah. there IS a God out there. and i had an encounter with that God. THE God. The alpha and omega. The beginning and the end.it was.. undescribable. it was however, without doubt, an encounter of grace. it was and will always be real ; these encounters. until i see him face to face at the Gates of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i understand that, by grace we are chosen by god. god chose us. God gave us the freedom to choose whether to follow him or to deny him.&lt;br /&gt;and if we choose him, he'll promises us ever lasting life. eternity. a forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if we don't, he wouldn't force us. ofcourse he wouldn't. he wouldn't take a pitch fork and throw us down to hell. he's a God of love. full of mercy. he will always try to free us,free us from the grasps of evil. free us from the torment that would soon dawn upon us on judgement day either through the believers or through personal encounters like Saul. (ACTS 9) if he could, he would save evry single soul on earth. for he has created us in his image. he wouldn want anyone to perish, anyone to burn for eternity. but as much as he wants us to be saved, he respects us, men, and gives us the freedom of choice. that, is without doubt,the grace of god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry if i annoy you with this post. i'm sorry if i have ticked off some sort of self destruct button in your brain to burn me to ashes.but i really want those.. those 'christians' out there, to think about this decision that god has given them. im sorry, but i feel that being a christian by name.. doesn't mean much. there isn't much depth. it's somehow.. so superficial. i have been there and i have done that. and i did not like it at all.please.. christians out there.. make a choice. be a christian based on the honesty of the heart. not based on the reason of 'inheritance'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please do not use me.. as some sort of reflection of Christ. not that i'm denying him but. i'm still a long way from becoming like him.very far away. but i'm still trying. i will not give up. never. it's difficult to be a christian but i know that evrytime i fall, evrytimei make a blunder.. he's there to pick me up. he tells me to go on. and God never fails. i KNOW he never fails. because that is whyi'm still here.. a christian who has made a decision not too long ago to be a christian by faith and not by name, blogging about Himin this lil blog of mine. = )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310690380078927759-3872439486794686362?l=joleneeesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/feeds/3872439486794686362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/05/inheritance-of-belief.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/3872439486794686362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/3872439486794686362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/05/inheritance-of-belief.html' title='inheritance of belief'/><author><name>Jolene aka Sam.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03115255017441780206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S0oFRFQU9lI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Us10aXlU8E/S220/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310690380078927759.post-5671319026211429134</id><published>2009-05-20T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T04:31:16.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lenalee !</title><content type='html'>HMMM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i've never blogged about my &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;random&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hobby before.&lt;br /&gt;to come to think of it, i have never breathed a word about it in any of my &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;100 dead blogs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. o.O"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;weird......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, it's just something i do when i'm seriously &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;in the mood&lt;/span&gt; to do it.&lt;br /&gt;otherwise, i really couldn't be bothered. xD i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;paper clay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my beloved project might turn out to be some sort of a disaster in your eyes, but to me, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she's beautiful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. HEE ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;introduction : &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lenalee from D-grayman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. sitting down supposedly supposed to be emo. BUT i cant draw her face incase i retard my beautiful creation. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm craaazy about D.grayman ...i change from time to time, so pleaaase bear with my 'sampat'-ness. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tadaaaa ! she isn't coloured in these pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/ShPs_tZd-oI/AAAAAAAAATg/dxLFYtvL6h0/s1600-h/DSC01059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337870562626501250" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/ShPs_tZd-oI/AAAAAAAAATg/dxLFYtvL6h0/s200/DSC01059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/ShPs_iNZO8I/AAAAAAAAATY/A3P-YE0aQF8/s1600-h/DSC01057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337870559623068610" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/ShPs_iNZO8I/AAAAAAAAATY/A3P-YE0aQF8/s200/DSC01057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/ShPsVsge9YI/AAAAAAAAATQ/ulTPbOHZqIA/s1600-h/DSC01061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337869840832984450" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/ShPsVsge9YI/AAAAAAAAATQ/ulTPbOHZqIA/s200/DSC01061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/ShPsVRvBrmI/AAAAAAAAATA/LjFR1WXRZDE/s1600-h/DSC01058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337869833646222946" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/ShPsVRvBrmI/AAAAAAAAATA/LjFR1WXRZDE/s200/DSC01058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she is coloured in these pics. xDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/ShPrdY7v2LI/AAAAAAAAASw/ob1sE6LAQeY/s1600-h/DSC01145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337868873505953970" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/ShPrdY7v2LI/AAAAAAAAASw/ob1sE6LAQeY/s200/DSC01145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/ShPrdCp8ZZI/AAAAAAAAASg/Lnd_wdoky7c/s1600-h/DSC01141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337868867525698962" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/ShPrdCp8ZZI/AAAAAAAAASg/Lnd_wdoky7c/s200/DSC01141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/ShPrc8iSlgI/AAAAAAAAASY/3nJEM_U1Oiw/s1600-h/DSC01139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337868865882985986" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/ShPrc8iSlgI/AAAAAAAAASY/3nJEM_U1Oiw/s200/DSC01139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/ShPrdDkuScI/AAAAAAAAASo/PXyGCsWtocU/s1600-h/DSC01144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337868867772238274" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/ShPrdDkuScI/AAAAAAAAASo/PXyGCsWtocU/s200/DSC01144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know i know you must be like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'PFFFFT' the biggest joke of 2009. but heyy... it was hard work alright. &gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEXT PROJECT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;............................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a long way from now. xD&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310690380078927759-5671319026211429134?l=joleneeesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/feeds/5671319026211429134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/05/lenalee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/5671319026211429134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/5671319026211429134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/05/lenalee.html' title='Lenalee !'/><author><name>Jolene aka Sam.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03115255017441780206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S0oFRFQU9lI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Us10aXlU8E/S220/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/ShPs_tZd-oI/AAAAAAAAATg/dxLFYtvL6h0/s72-c/DSC01059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310690380078927759.post-2131088324209278350</id><published>2009-05-20T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T04:13:52.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>realisation from within.</title><content type='html'>FOR I AM ONLY HUMAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I am only human,&lt;br /&gt;It was never my choice&lt;br /&gt;To crush a mountain or drain the sea,&lt;br /&gt;I may not see the facts laid for me,&lt;br /&gt;Being blinded by sight,&lt;br /&gt;It was never the sort of pain I hoped,&lt;br /&gt;Dearly hoped to overcome,&lt;br /&gt;But the sort of pain I knew I couldn’t,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how strong the determination,&lt;br /&gt;Nor the encouragement,&lt;br /&gt;And when God becomes the matter of question,&lt;br /&gt;I understand,   &lt;br /&gt;Truly understand that&lt;br /&gt;Prayers are meant to be answered&lt;br /&gt;But not all,&lt;br /&gt;And His time will never be of mine,             &lt;br /&gt;Leaving me, a human,            &lt;br /&gt;To make believe that mountains could be crushed&lt;br /&gt;And seas could be drained,&lt;br /&gt;No matter,&lt;br /&gt;I am still a human,&lt;br /&gt;Weak but made strong in He,&lt;br /&gt;Who loves, cares, and understands,&lt;br /&gt;But as the hands move from one point to another,&lt;br /&gt;I see my treasures whether from sweat and pain&lt;br /&gt;Hurt or shame,&lt;br /&gt;Swept away,&lt;br /&gt;As though to say&lt;br /&gt;That they aren’t mine though they seem to be,&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder why prayers,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, prayers,&lt;br /&gt;Are answered not to the benefits&lt;br /&gt;Of the seen,&lt;br /&gt;But to the unseen,&lt;br /&gt;However, I am still human,&lt;br /&gt;Having no choice but to be obedient,&lt;br /&gt;Standing beneath the hands of He Who holds the earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310690380078927759-2131088324209278350?l=joleneeesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/feeds/2131088324209278350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/05/realisation-from-within.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/2131088324209278350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/2131088324209278350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/05/realisation-from-within.html' title='realisation from within.'/><author><name>Jolene aka Sam.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03115255017441780206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S0oFRFQU9lI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Us10aXlU8E/S220/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310690380078927759.post-8330599350244187488</id><published>2009-05-15T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T01:23:19.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was ThinKing...</title><content type='html'>i was thinking...&lt;br /&gt;newspapers are depressing. i get very depressed whenever i read the newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;it's either DEATH. MURDER. RAPE. and it goes on and on with all the monstrosity of humans. can't the world just live in PEACE?? like gawd.. isit really that difficult.. sometimes i wish i could tie all of them to bamboosticks and shoot them out to Mars with a sling shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND i was thinking...&lt;br /&gt;being a prefect is kinda... __________. i dont know what the word is so fill it up yourself. you see a girl going against the school rules riiiiiight infront of your face and all they do is.. smirk at you. hah. that puts a BIG FAT SMILE on my BIG FAT FACE. lol. really, is it thaaat difficult to abide by the school rules? and handphones... why handphones? why would you wana bring your handphones to school? and and... HAIR ! don't get me started. *sighs* being a prefect aint all that glorious after all aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm i was seriously thinking...&lt;br /&gt;exams are.. bad.&lt;br /&gt;not just bad.&lt;br /&gt;rotten bad.&lt;br /&gt;not just rotten bad.&lt;br /&gt;stinkin rotten bad bad.&lt;br /&gt;haha yea, it's THAT bad.&lt;br /&gt;i think i studied. yet, i think i didn't. i think i understood what i studied, yet i think i didn't. i think i knew how to answer those stupid darned questions, yet i seriously seriously think i didn't. hmmm.... o.O i dont think i know what im thinking....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i think i think....&lt;br /&gt;and i think i have a blind spot symptom when it comes to studying. i can remember EVRYTHING and ANYTHING else about that certain topic YET i cannot remember ANYTHING about the one tiny incy wincey punieeee weenieeee lil part of that chapter. the part which comes out for EXAM !! and this happened to almost ALL my papers ~!! talk about frus beyond frus !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA I FINALLY KNOW that....&lt;br /&gt;i am OFFCIALLY scareeeeeeeed of ming yen. it has been 5 days since the five of us ed, ming, den, zhu and puiyee, have been waiting together for our parents after school. i think we were louder than those cars pressing their horns till horns pop out. @.@ i enjoyed the noise we made. it was .. a happy kind of noise. the sort of noise DRUNK PPL MAKE WHEN THEY ARE SERIOUSLY PISSED ! and it was only 2.05 in the afternoon. =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joleneee !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310690380078927759-8330599350244187488?l=joleneeesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/feeds/8330599350244187488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-was-thinking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/8330599350244187488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/8330599350244187488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-was-thinking.html' title='I was ThinKing...'/><author><name>Jolene aka Sam.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03115255017441780206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S0oFRFQU9lI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Us10aXlU8E/S220/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310690380078927759.post-7881538938944090906</id><published>2009-05-04T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T06:02:40.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Passion. Was it NOT because of LoVe?</title><content type='html'>the passion. was it not because of love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what reason is there for another woman? is this woman not good enough? does she not&lt;br /&gt;satisfy your needs? doesn she cook your meals, clean your house and care for YOUR&lt;br /&gt;children? and if u say she doesn't deserve you. No, its more like you don't deserve her and&lt;br /&gt;some snotty young ignorant woman does. that's what YOU DEFINITELY deserve. =[if you're a human, you would have brains, now, wouldn't you? but if you ditch the woman you&lt;br /&gt;thought you loveD for some skimp who just so happens to be a passer by in your life, hah&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS YOU, not only you got no brains, you aint got a heart as well. without a heart you'll die. OOOPS. hope hell isn't too hot for you. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well woopiee dee doo ! while the wife goes through a serious disease or an illness like..&lt;br /&gt;stroke? cancer? obesity??! guess what the inconcieted, indispicable pig headed husband&lt;br /&gt;does.. he goes PARTYING and having a TIME OF HIS LIFE.. DRINKING.. DANCING..&lt;br /&gt;WOMANIZING.. *womanizer womanizer oh you're a womanizer babehh* while the poor&lt;br /&gt;wife suffers in the hospital. ARGH !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about the beauty isn't it? you seem pretty complecent with your lil doughnut but&lt;br /&gt;here comes along some fancy cupcake with so much icing, you could die from diabetes. now,&lt;br /&gt;does beauty mean that much to a man? what's wrong being a doughnut? just to please the&lt;br /&gt;man you gota suffocate your poor dough with all the chocolate from switzerland just to&lt;br /&gt;look pretty??!! if beauty guarantees a husband's commitment, well, alot of people would be&lt;br /&gt;having face lifts every 5 years wouldn't they? haha i suppose they would. =D from most&lt;br /&gt;teenager's perspective, beauty makes u feel good about yourself. makes you feel confident&lt;br /&gt;and high. makes you wanna scream your butt off saying that you're GLAMOUR material.&lt;br /&gt;But to me. yes. me. If the BOY (not the man) were to treat me with the same love and&lt;br /&gt;passion as he did in the beginning, no matter how haggard i am, no matter how pathetic,&lt;br /&gt;sick, ugly or even a michael jackson look alike, i would DEFINItely feel good about myself.&lt;br /&gt;beauty. hmmmph. FIDDLESTICKS ! haha not all beautiful, pretty faced ladies are happy ya know..? i bet their faces bring more trouble than a bank with no security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*btw it's cause i know i'll never get NEAR GLAMOUR xD&lt;br /&gt;whatever happened to that bond? to that 'i love you' on valentines day? whatever happened&lt;br /&gt;to the word ' MY wife, MY love' ? the word MY shows a very strong sense of bond between&lt;br /&gt;husband and wife. it shows that he or her is his or hers possession. think about it, this is&lt;br /&gt;MY CAR. MY HOUSE. it belongs to you doesn't it? and you would naturally care for&lt;br /&gt;something that belongs to you wouldn't you? so if you would care so much for a HOUSE or&lt;br /&gt;a CAR, what more a HUMAN BEING who just so happens to be the WOMAN you&lt;br /&gt;MARRIED??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you must be thinking," This girl is insane for thinking that she knows alot about marriages&lt;br /&gt;and commitments ! " well mind you whoever who's reading this, that it doesn't mean that a&lt;br /&gt;17 year old girl wouldn't know the pain and hurt of those OLDER WOMEN who are or have&lt;br /&gt;gone through this misfortune. who says that the law only allows 37 year old women and not&lt;br /&gt;17 year old girls to understand and sympathise those incapacitated victims? isit against&lt;br /&gt;the law? no it isn't. and just so you know, 6 year old kids would understand, maybe not&lt;br /&gt;entirely but they will be able to sense the pain, the hurt and the tears of their mothers&lt;br /&gt;who have been through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"who do you think you are, 6 year old girl? young and immatured! you have yet to know about&lt;br /&gt;such things ! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" but momma cwies herself to sleep ewry night. she doesn eat. she's losing too mwuch&lt;br /&gt;weight. i think she's hurt because daddy doesn't wanna come home. he says momma doesn&lt;br /&gt;understand and like you, he says i dont have to know why. i think daddy hurt momma. if not&lt;br /&gt;she wouldn cwie so much"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a fact that we YOUNGER IMMATURED youths wouldn't know exactly how it feels.&lt;br /&gt;we wouldn't know for sure the sort of anguish and agony. but we do know that whatever it&lt;br /&gt;is.. it's painful. it goes without saying. any Tom, Dick or Harry would know that these&lt;br /&gt;women and mothers are not justified. little kids would know. they aren't stupid. and that&lt;br /&gt;doesn't exclude us 17 year old kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after marriage, it's no longer about the passionate love. it's all about the commitment in&lt;br /&gt;the love. commitment is the utmost important rope that ties the two together. not many&lt;br /&gt;men see that, unfortunately, leaving their wives hurt for their stupidity, shallow lust and&lt;br /&gt;heartless love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this lil mind of mine,&lt;br /&gt;Joleneee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310690380078927759-7881538938944090906?l=joleneeesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/feeds/7881538938944090906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/05/passion-was-it-not-because-of-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/7881538938944090906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/7881538938944090906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/05/passion-was-it-not-because-of-love.html' title='The Passion. Was it NOT because of LoVe?'/><author><name>Jolene aka Sam.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03115255017441780206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S0oFRFQU9lI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Us10aXlU8E/S220/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310690380078927759.post-8572338466221570590</id><published>2009-05-02T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T00:10:53.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Told OFF</title><content type='html'>hello dear people.&lt;br /&gt;this is my blog number 100th.&lt;br /&gt;and i seriously seriously hope it doesn't die like the others.&lt;br /&gt;probability of it dying = 99/100&lt;br /&gt;but whatever,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i shall talk about : being told off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was told off today. by who, i shall not say. but i was in the dumps for 'being told off'. i mean, come on ! who on planet earth likes to be told off huh? who would go.. " WOOHOOO i've been told off today! i'm so pleased and proud of myself !!" totally rubbish. if you are normal , you would be like me. if you aren't, then have fun being told off. = whatever it was about, that's not really for you to know but all I KNOW is that being told off is always for the better. really. it's like a slap in the face which wakes you up from your lil bubble. it's an action which changes you from the not-so-good-character to the almost-acceptable-character in society. ohmigod. i think im rambling about rubbish. but seriously, i thank God, i have been told off today. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i'll give more details. after i've been told off the second time. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joleneee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310690380078927759-8572338466221570590?l=joleneeesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/feeds/8572338466221570590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/05/being-told-off.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/8572338466221570590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310690380078927759/posts/default/8572338466221570590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joleneeesam.blogspot.com/2009/05/being-told-off.html' title='Being Told OFF'/><author><name>Jolene aka Sam.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03115255017441780206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BoFXz9df5tU/S0oFRFQU9lI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Us10aXlU8E/S220/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
