<?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-7910568199641870786</id><updated>2012-01-04T01:18:01.650+08:00</updated><category term='Why do all good things come to an end? -Eletheowl'/><category term='wesley'/><category term='quickthoughts'/><category term='pris'/><category term='jyan'/><category term='I&apos;m getting used to it anyway.'/><category term='belle'/><category term='swixx'/><category term='gina'/><category term='People always leave but sometimes they come back. Do they?'/><category term='daniel'/><category term='novell'/><category term='When we meet again you asked me how am I is that all you could ask? where have the rest went to?'/><category term='eletheowl'/><category term='It&apos;s your fault that I dont know what does loving someone means anymore.'/><category term='voney'/><category term='i&apos;m doing gooooooood :)'/><category term='In the end we only regret the chances we didn’t take the relationships we were afraid to have and the decisions we waited too long to make. -Eletheowl'/><category term='Be with someone who knows what they have when they&apos;re with you. -Eletheowl'/><category term='Sometimes people get so afraid that their decision will be wrong'/><category term='Just because someone disrupt the whole cycle'/><category term='Why isit always you?'/><category term='this vicious cycle repeats itself even when I dont want it to.'/><category term='woanyin'/><category term='People who want someone to stay by their side though they know it&apos;s impossible for them to be together. What I call selfish.'/><category term='evon'/><category term='Everything changes eventually that’s just the way life is and you have no control over it. Like suddenly people who you think are always going to be there. They disappear you know? - Eletheowl'/><category term='somebody to be your listening ears'/><category term='shihmei'/><category term='randy'/><category term='Just bored :)'/><category term='-quotes by Eletheowl'/><category term='Learn to know that each day will pass each heartache will be mended and everything will be perfect in the end. -Eletheowl'/><category term='diagram by eletheowl'/><category term='erwin'/><category term='wenchieh'/><category term='Why choose to overlook when you know what&apos;s wrong?'/><category term='It&apos;s the way you make me laugh when I don&apos;t even wanna smile. -Eletheowl'/><category term='eli'/><category term='she found her smile :)'/><category term='that they never have the courage to even try.'/><category term='hihao'/><category term='boardofwisdom'/><category term='gino'/><title type='text'>standing too tall;</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>223</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-4872796345168646431</id><published>2011-07-03T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T23:01:56.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Blogger!</title><content type='html'>Say hello to wordpress! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change the blogspot in the url link to wordpress and you get my wordpres!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-4872796345168646431?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/4872796345168646431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/07/bye-blogger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/4872796345168646431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/4872796345168646431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/07/bye-blogger.html' title='Bye Blogger!'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-5849944369317937825</id><published>2011-07-02T12:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T12:42:38.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know they care. But they don't mention the issue to me so often from now on because they know I'll try and as of now I have nothing to update. But, eavesdropping the conversation wasn't smthg I wanted to do but that's the only way to find out how they feel. Am I just that girl who makes them worry non stop?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-5849944369317937825?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/5849944369317937825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-know-they-care.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/5849944369317937825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/5849944369317937825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-know-they-care.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-3518774836434004834</id><published>2011-06-25T13:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T13:36:02.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of June, Date Check: 1month left to the start of school</title><content type='html'>Been 4months since the last paper of poly, I've graduated from SP, moved on to the next phase comes NTU. Feels like an SP all over again, which reminds me of how I held on to the map for the first few weeks of school trying not to get lost, learning the fastest way to get to class, those were the times long gone! Stepping into NTU this time, with the only difference with SP being having the same friends in a different environment. Different feelings every single day I have about uni. Expectations of myself, the anxiety, the reluctance. But, I'd believe that at the end of the day; I'll enjoy uni like I did loved my days in SP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it also marks the 4th month being together! Not the ideal kind of relationship I expected it to be. But, have always been trying hard to keep things there. Definitely enjoyed our ups and conquered our downs. Love every single moment spent together. Need a more courageous one alright? And one that don't think too much. Mwahah. Not too much thoughts for me anymore in the next month: For, you know how much I expect myself to do in uni :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New phase of life, a new chapter in my life beginning real soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-3518774836434004834?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/3518774836434004834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/06/end-of-june-date-check-1month-left-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/3518774836434004834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/3518774836434004834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/06/end-of-june-date-check-1month-left-to.html' title='End of June, Date Check: 1month left to the start of school'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-6953395828972718717</id><published>2011-06-18T14:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T14:28:29.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Safari</title><content type='html'>My boy whispered the mystery code to the counter and we got instant 20% off! Mwahhaha. Well, I had an awesome night yesterday with my sisters, bro-inlaw and my boy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time to the night safari in the whole of my life! And the best part was the creatures of the night show because out of the so many seats available, we choose to sit right above the python without knowing that till half way through the show they reveal that it was there! Scary it was but how lucky were we to have even chosen that seat! Then comes the tram ride where you get up close to the animals where if you happen to reach out your hands you'll be able to touch them but, of course a person in the right state of mind will not do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And I finally get to see the giraffes! Sitting down enjoying its meal! It's usually standing up high when I go to the zoo! Mwahahahhaha! Alrighties! Update with peektures when I get them! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love family outings with the boy! Looking forward to our BBQ this coming Friday! Yipeeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-6953395828972718717?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/6953395828972718717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/06/night-safari.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/6953395828972718717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/6953395828972718717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/06/night-safari.html' title='Night Safari'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-1376894928516706740</id><published>2011-06-10T20:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T22:57:42.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 110px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vhUqScvwL-U/TfIvPxSynII/AAAAAAAAA3M/tSR8vnyON6M/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616603633261124738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fVWExBvNqxw/Ted7rqvCa3I/AAAAAAAAA3A/8HiqNd5682g/s320/IMAG0135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613591450676783986" border="0" /&gt;The card made with love with his point of view of Dubai desert:)&lt;br /&gt;Plus, a pile of Dubai sand :p&lt;br /&gt;And his copyright quote :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The angsty me, the grumpy me. No matter how I look or feel, never once my boy got mad. Always showing me his set of sparkling white teeth. =] Thank you for the awesome lunches, dinners, exercise, time with the family with board games and BBQ. Feeling so loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kthxbai! Mwahhaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-1376894928516706740?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/1376894928516706740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/1376894928516706740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/1376894928516706740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-boy.html' title='My boy'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vhUqScvwL-U/TfIvPxSynII/AAAAAAAAA3M/tSR8vnyON6M/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-1207191192006750534</id><published>2011-06-09T11:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T11:36:25.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends!</title><content type='html'>Hanging out with different people, gives you the reason to laugh at totally different issue. The comfort zone with strangers, acquaintance, friends, good friends and even best friends. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Special I may call it, a special feeling with these bunch of friends I'll never be able to figure out. So, I'll just quietly treasure their presence.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be back to updateeeee really soon I promise!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-1207191192006750534?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/1207191192006750534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/06/hanging-out-with-different-people-gives.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/1207191192006750534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/1207191192006750534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/06/hanging-out-with-different-people-gives.html' title='Friends!'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-7368359227142293361</id><published>2011-06-05T15:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T22:53:44.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking back</title><content type='html'>As we grow older, what happened to our young innocent self?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-7368359227142293361?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/7368359227142293361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/06/looking-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/7368359227142293361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/7368359227142293361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/06/looking-back.html' title='Looking back'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-7820253547078940596</id><published>2011-06-03T00:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T00:19:57.542+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eletheowl'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is too short.  Grudges are a waste of perfect happiness. Laugh when you can, apologize  when you should, and let go of what you can’t change. Love deeply and  forgive quickly. Take chances and give everything, and have no regrets.  Life is too short to be unhappy. You have to take the good with the bad,  smile when you’re sad. Love what you’ve got, and always remember what  you had. Always forgive but never forget. Learn from your mistakes, but  never regret. People change and things go wrong, but always remember:  Life goes on. -Eletheowl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-7820253547078940596?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/7820253547078940596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/06/life-is-too-short.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/7820253547078940596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/7820253547078940596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/06/life-is-too-short.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-3720815186778412785</id><published>2011-06-02T19:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T20:00:37.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation 26May2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Year ones loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QCy5GNgI7Uo/Ted6w6iGgSI/AAAAAAAAA2o/zrlA4TwGi-8/s320/IMG_7316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613590441305211170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Year two and three loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgC6fa5VZw/Ted6wvYnnUI/AAAAAAAAA2g/pgYyEyROuEA/s320/IMG_7363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613590438312648002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Favorite lecturer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hIHXFfE9wno/Ted6xWmtsMI/AAAAAAAAA24/mUsvoqRHnyM/s320/IMG_7297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613590448840749250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The family with loads of love! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t86harn7mVE/Ted6wa9gLNI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/n6cgAcBpnsM/s320/IMG_7386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613590432830205138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Graduated richer and happier ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YQrdJhyQYQE/Ted6xPAXpiI/AAAAAAAAA2w/t6noGDLJYXg/s320/IMG_7288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613590446800872994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking forward and afraid of the new phase of life in NTU!=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-3720815186778412785?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/3720815186778412785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/06/graduation-26may2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/3720815186778412785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/3720815186778412785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/06/graduation-26may2011.html' title='Graduation 26May2011'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QCy5GNgI7Uo/Ted6w6iGgSI/AAAAAAAAA2o/zrlA4TwGi-8/s72-c/IMG_7316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-2986237619019374156</id><published>2011-05-21T02:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T02:23:36.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just, give me a break. I admit, I'm afraid. I dont want to face it and yet I want to face it. Ironic. Contradicting myself. I know right. But, I really dont know how I am suppose to feel about this issue. Tell me what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-2986237619019374156?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/2986237619019374156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-give-me-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/2986237619019374156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/2986237619019374156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-give-me-break.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-3588722342193559010</id><published>2011-05-15T01:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T01:49:55.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been waiting for...</title><content type='html'>We both know, we've been waiting for that day where we look forward to the approval.&lt;br /&gt;And you know how much it means to us. &lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that day will come.&lt;br /&gt;Right? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-3588722342193559010?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/3588722342193559010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/05/been-waiting-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/3588722342193559010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/3588722342193559010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/05/been-waiting-for.html' title='Been waiting for...'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-796152017404101970</id><published>2011-04-30T20:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T20:05:47.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A relationship:)</title><content type='html'>Long-term relationships : The ones that matter, are all about weathering the peaks and valleys. &lt;br /&gt;- Safe Haven, Nicholas Sparks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days out of the 15 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IWHY! =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-796152017404101970?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/796152017404101970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/04/relationship-to-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/796152017404101970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/796152017404101970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/04/relationship-to-last.html' title='A relationship:)'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-6551691931158032555</id><published>2011-04-27T22:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T22:21:38.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions!</title><content type='html'>Bowrring week ahead except Thursday where I'll be meeting the girls and yanren for dinner at 85 again! Hehehhh cant wait to see them again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait for next weeeeeeekkkk! Because, I'll be having Jap classes with Pris everyweek! HEHEHH and it's starting next week! YAY! anddddddddd, next week onwards I wouldnt have to check my email so often  like a paranoid kid anymoreee or keep stalking fb like a G6666666 horrr fattyy? *winkkkkkk :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andddd, I'll be submitting the choice of my uni on Friday! Dont ask me why Friday just feel like submitting it on Friday! :p though still gt one whole MAY till june! because if not I'll keep thinking of ittt! mwahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by the end of this week, major decision will be done and my long awaited 1st week of May will be hereeeeeee! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeeee now! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I wanna go night safariiiiiiiiiii!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-6551691931158032555?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/6551691931158032555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/04/decisions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/6551691931158032555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/6551691931158032555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/04/decisions.html' title='Decisions!'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-8287483706850036873</id><published>2011-04-26T00:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T00:48:12.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Four months into twenty-eleven</title><content type='html'>Not even half done with 2011 but: what seems like a roller coaster ride for me already. These four months, I had my ups and downs and this time round, I really really mean the feeling of flying to mars and be smashed right down into pits. I will never forget a single moment of those times we spent together for they still seem like a dream to me now and I never wanna wake up from it. It's still a long way to go whenever I imagine what happens within the next four years and I wanna make it all happen like how we already pictured them to be. The remaining four months before the new chapter in life starts for us. And how much changes I'll be ready to make and accommodate when the time comes. I'm sure I'll work doubly hard with work this time even more than those times in poly and juggle my time well enough. Never will I forget who was there when all that happened. After this incident, I've seen and learnt that nothing lasts forever because incidents and issues breaks people up. What are words when we all dont mean them, right? I'll learn to move on from then and to choose words I speak carefully the next time because people remembers them. It takes two hands to clap, it takes two to maintain a friendship that you will consider important in your life should they be silent goodbyes from today then we'll let it end with a perfect fullstop or maybe, like they say, things will only get better in the end, so maybe, the end isn't here yet?Just give me one more blogpost to dwell on it and I promise to not mention about them anymore. =] No matter how much you try to describe your feelings then to somebody,  they will never get hundred percent of it because it didnt happened to  them. What we said we will do and what eventually we did will always be  different.  Words, sentences, stories, smses I've read was no doubt hurtful enough and I'll never forget them. Being blamed for taking too long to explain? Whatever we did was wrong from that day onwards, giving a period to cool down and not explain was wrong, wanting to explain later on was wrong. Looking back, which are the friends who truthfully look into your eyes and say: last long? This one issue in life that I'll never forget because I smiled and I cried and repeated those emotions a few cycles, only getting stronger. On the bright side, there are just too many things in life to worry  about and to take things one at a time will probably be better for me  otherwise, I'll be crushed by them even before I can think of a  solution. Besides, everybody handles the situation  in a different way. In the end it's hard to please everybody with every action and move you make. It's your life, you live it the way you want it to be because that, defines you as a person in life. Till then! =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-8287483706850036873?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/8287483706850036873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/04/four-months-into-twenty-eleven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/8287483706850036873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/8287483706850036873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/04/four-months-into-twenty-eleven.html' title='Four months into twenty-eleven'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-4494219187347398244</id><published>2011-04-24T14:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T14:59:44.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you are in love when you see the world in her eyes, and her eyes everywhere in the world - David Levesque</title><content type='html'>Did you ever notice how you can be sitting in the middle of doing something one day and all of a sudden you will remember the beginning? Like the first time we held hands or the first song we sang in the car together? Maybe the first time we went to the movies or danced? Maybe something smaller like a joke that we laughed at for what seemed like hours, or a day we spent shopping, or a fast food restaurant we ate at? Sometimes I’ll be sitting in the middle of doing something &amp; I’ll remember and it makes me think, “Look how far we have come. Look how long it has been, look how happy we made each other from day one.” - Eletheowl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single outing, every single date I've taken note of them, did you? :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-4494219187347398244?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/4494219187347398244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-know-you-are-in-love-when-you-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/4494219187347398244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/4494219187347398244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-know-you-are-in-love-when-you-see.html' title='You know you are in love when you see the world in her eyes, and her eyes everywhere in the world - David Levesque'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-7450688939295093300</id><published>2011-04-06T14:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T15:03:03.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear diary</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the disappearance for so long! To update about Taiwan real soon! Hehe. Its kinda like a back to reality when the plane touch down on the 31st. Time to face reality and whatever that will come along the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda wish school starts now. I miss studying already at least there's something to do. Had an interview with Nus that day. The interview turn out good. So I'm hoping to hear good news! :) as for a part time job I'm still waiting for the person to call me the job intro by pris! Hopefully the person calls soon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I've been enjoying holidays and catching up with friends! Everybody is busy working and seeing some of them going for holidays I wanna go too! Yes I know we just came back from Taiwan! I wanna travel still! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighties, I will be back for more! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling kinda left out sometimes about some stuffs but I'll get used to it I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-7450688939295093300?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/7450688939295093300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/04/dear-diary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/7450688939295093300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/7450688939295093300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/04/dear-diary.html' title='Dear diary'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-3030123068002465460</id><published>2011-03-12T17:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T18:00:39.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the story that might be left untold</title><content type='html'>Now that reality sets in, its time I look forward and move on and try my best to make things better. Never did we thought things would turn out this way. Like I said, if nobody gives us a chance to explain I'll be defined as that liar from now on. Throughout the friendship which I took years to build up, I never lied. But for this once, in attempt to make sure things will be fine we lied. And in conclusion, we only made things worse. How can words explain those feelings, those fears, those consideration we had all along. Maybe, its our fault we didn't tell everybody immediately. But, who knew how we felt all along? We wasn't all happy with the way we handled things too. We knew we took too long to say everything but, who bothers to listen and make sure two person standing on one side was enough? And that friendship didn't matter to us? We know everybody cares, everybody wants to know and we all treasure this friendship close to our hearts. Whatever has been done cannot be undone. The words and lies told will be there we know it. Through explanation it will make sense that those lies were made? Because, what will you do if you're in my shoes? Everyone in the clique has the right to be angry about it, but afterall the emotions settled down, will you guys give us a chance to explain? A chance to say, before you guys knew about it. We were close to wanting to leave and never said anything but we knew the day to tell you guys has to come and we braved our courage and told you guys. We didn't expect blessings immediately, we knew all these is gotta take time but will the day for explanation comes where everybody comes together with an open heart and open mind and say everything out? Even if the words are gotta hurt, even if in the process somebody starts to breakdown? It's only till then that, I will know how everybody is feeling. Because, its not only the smiles and laughter that built up the friendship, its about being mad, being disappointed and recovering from them that is going to make something last. I used to make friends just so everybody have fun together, didn't had to consider about so many things but as the years comes and go I see how people left and never came back. I don't want that to happen but, this time isit because of that time we took to tell and that denials we made and when we had the chance to tell everybody individually but we didn't that I'll have to leave? We honestly didn't know what to expect and that explains the fear of being straightforward to everybody. But I guess, like I say no matter how much I explain if nobody listens then I'm alone in this. And, a few breakdowns, a few stay strong from a few other will keep me going. People always say, it is your own opinion that matters, who cares about the others? Well, I do. Because, only with the blessings from you guys can we truthfully tell everybody we love life because we got understanding friends who will always be there. Or, our family rather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-3030123068002465460?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/3030123068002465460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/03/story-that-might-be-left-untold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/3030123068002465460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/3030123068002465460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/03/story-that-might-be-left-untold.html' title='the story that might be left untold'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-5206124106885789166</id><published>2011-03-10T00:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T01:41:51.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friends.</title><content type='html'>The girlfriend who never left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chunks of words that gave me the courage when I was feeling the i-dk-what-do-i-am-tired. She listens to everything and in the end, treats me all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know, judging somebody is human's nature. No doubt about that. But, I will listen to everything you got to say and treat you all the same. Okay?:) And it's always nice to have somebody there to listen to just about everything you can share. And I want to let you know, I'll always be here for you, too. Like before, nothing have changed. I'm glad you have shared with me whatever that happened. I will definitely be here forever. I will still want to be the first one to realise them. Like for example, a word that starts with T and ends with S! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For, a girl's bestfriend is her strongest influence. I believe in that now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 0); font-family: Segoe UI;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-5206124106885789166?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/5206124106885789166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/03/best-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/5206124106885789166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/5206124106885789166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/03/best-friends.html' title='Best Friends.'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-2322948511608402183</id><published>2011-03-09T16:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T16:35:03.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The comfort zone that left me, will you be back?</title><content type='html'>We did what we are supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how much both means the whole world to me,&lt;br /&gt;It took me years to build up those friendship I never want to let go,&lt;br /&gt;It took me years to find that the right one was beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, must I choose?&lt;br /&gt;Does that mean I can't have both together at the same time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-2322948511608402183?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/2322948511608402183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/03/comfort-zone-that-left-me-will-you-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/2322948511608402183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/2322948511608402183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/03/comfort-zone-that-left-me-will-you-be.html' title='The comfort zone that left me, will you be back?'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-2154879498620101554</id><published>2011-03-06T15:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T15:26:02.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even the tears cannot help it</title><content type='html'>The thought of it breaks me down, little by little.&lt;br /&gt;The pressure and stress that builds up day by day.&lt;br /&gt;We just dont know how to handle them.&lt;br /&gt;It's killing us.&lt;br /&gt;Part of us wants the whole world to know,&lt;br /&gt;Part of us dont know how we'll ever go about doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing how much I treasure everything&lt;br /&gt;How much I'm afraid of losing them all&lt;br /&gt;That sums up my feeling now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-2154879498620101554?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/2154879498620101554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/03/even-tears-cannot-help-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/2154879498620101554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/2154879498620101554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/03/even-tears-cannot-help-it.html' title='Even the tears cannot help it'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-9208710719428842754</id><published>2011-03-04T02:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T02:37:06.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Girlfriend And I.</title><content type='html'>Thankful for the girlfriend who I know we dont always stay in contact but was always definitely there and popping by, meeting me with loads of random gifts, you know who you are :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love how she never fails to turn my life up and seeing me went through the ups and downs. We'll be awesome girlfriends together! Hehe, it takes two hands to clap so remember to give me yours okieww? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-9208710719428842754?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/9208710719428842754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/03/girlfriend-and-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/9208710719428842754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/9208710719428842754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/03/girlfriend-and-i.html' title='My Girlfriend And I.'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-6689225025003981166</id><published>2011-03-01T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T15:58:04.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spells M.A.R.C.H!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;January was good.&lt;br /&gt;February was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;March?&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not too bad I guess!&lt;br /&gt;With birthdays and my long awaited Taiwan grad trip!&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;Definitely, a burn to my pocket. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-6689225025003981166?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/6689225025003981166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/03/spells-march.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/6689225025003981166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/6689225025003981166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/03/spells-march.html' title='Spells M.A.R.C.H!'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-103320827159350737</id><published>2011-02-28T15:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T15:54:31.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The girls and steamboat for dinner!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rPQk3Iz1JHI/TW32nHJYefI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/CPkGsuFll1o/s320/tumblr_l65hxmDIIZ1qbva80o1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579386665175644658" border="0" /&gt;Met up with clarabelle and shihmei, just a random one. Walk around aimlessly while waiting for time to pass. Even if it means doing nothing with them, I enjoyed their company wtih the crazy girl's talk ♥!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we met up with liz and vonne to have steamboat to celebrate their end of exams! Was super uper ultra full after that, had a great time laughing too and planning loads of stuffs. And most importantly, I'm already looking forward to our Taiwan trip together! Liz already planning what to wear and all. I gotta catch up with her man! Heheh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-103320827159350737?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/103320827159350737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/02/girls-and-steamboat-for-dinner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/103320827159350737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/103320827159350737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/02/girls-and-steamboat-for-dinner.html' title='The girls and steamboat for dinner!'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rPQk3Iz1JHI/TW32nHJYefI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/CPkGsuFll1o/s72-c/tumblr_l65hxmDIIZ1qbva80o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-3995558185623741469</id><published>2011-02-27T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T20:57:49.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>City Ville and Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GysJoVfj_nk/TWpJvS7a31I/AAAAAAAAA2I/9TRK9XoUfDc/s320/2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578352165335523154" border="0" /&gt;Well, I just had to post a print screen of my pretty town in CityVille! I'm so guilty of being addicted to this game. :x It's like a definitely must play whenever I on my com. It has officially became my holiday partner! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see when I ever get bored of this! Not anytime soon I can say :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-3995558185623741469?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/3995558185623741469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/02/city-ville-and-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/3995558185623741469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/3995558185623741469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/02/city-ville-and-me.html' title='City Ville and Me!'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GysJoVfj_nk/TWpJvS7a31I/AAAAAAAAA2I/9TRK9XoUfDc/s72-c/2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-2782814868712105613</id><published>2011-02-25T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T01:32:12.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With the clique and late night chats</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVt0mCW5FMw/TWikk4jLtwI/AAAAAAAAA2A/rj3oOydcX_4/s320/Copy%2Bof%2Btumblr_l6elz3Z5m01qbva80o1_r1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577889092060559106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet up with the clique yesterday at downtown east for yummy dinner just acia and had a walk at pasir ris beach. Lovey the beach with the sea breeze. Sat down somewhere and talk nonsense like we usually and always do. Nevertheless, it's always enjoyable. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an awesome late night chat with an awesomely wonderful girlfriend! Who never fails to keep me going and I hope I got her going too! And, definitely more of these chats to come! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-2782814868712105613?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/2782814868712105613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/02/with-clique-and-late-night-chats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/2782814868712105613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/2782814868712105613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/02/with-clique-and-late-night-chats.html' title='With the clique and late night chats'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVt0mCW5FMw/TWikk4jLtwI/AAAAAAAAA2A/rj3oOydcX_4/s72-c/Copy%2Bof%2Btumblr_l6elz3Z5m01qbva80o1_r1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-5226741636016830714</id><published>2011-02-24T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T16:16:41.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinder Bueno</title><content type='html'>Always and forever :D  ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-5226741636016830714?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/5226741636016830714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/02/kinder-bueno.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/5226741636016830714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/5226741636016830714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/02/kinder-bueno.html' title='Kinder Bueno'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-3321487576986322236</id><published>2011-02-24T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T16:11:59.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The another chapter in life.</title><content type='html'>Today kinda marks the end of yet another chapter of my life. I guess its part of me to be emotional and reluctant when it comes to the end. The friends I have made for three years. And how three years just flew by just like that. How they was there with me for all our ups and downs in poly. But, I believe people who bothers will stay till the end no matter what happens. So I have trust in them that they will stay. It takes two to maintain a awesome lasting friendship so I'll try my best. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-3321487576986322236?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/3321487576986322236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/02/another-chapter-in-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/3321487576986322236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/3321487576986322236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2011/02/another-chapter-in-life.html' title='The another chapter in life.'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-7525071102722514642</id><published>2010-12-03T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T22:50:08.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eletheowl'/><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;The best part of having a relationship is&lt;br /&gt;getting to call the person or  lay down next to them&lt;br /&gt;and tell them all the crazy things that happened  to you all day long.&lt;br /&gt;And in the end that’s what it’s about, kids.&lt;br /&gt;It’s  not about the sex,&lt;br /&gt;it’s not about the money that they give you or  whatever.&lt;br /&gt;It’s not about how good-looking they are,&lt;br /&gt;it’s about, can they  listen to you talk for hours and hours and hours&lt;br /&gt;about stupid shit that  doesn’t matter.&lt;br /&gt;And if they can, then you’re meant to be together  forever.&lt;br /&gt;Even if that means you have to call them 100 times, that’s  okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-7525071102722514642?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/7525071102722514642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/12/d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/7525071102722514642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/7525071102722514642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/12/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-3963694590833291786</id><published>2010-11-20T14:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T14:59:17.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The thoughts deep down.</title><content type='html'>Knowing I shouldnt be here, am suppose to be hitting the books getting some stuffs done from Pathology lessons this week. I know, and I will do it the moment I finish blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not like the year is coming to an end real soon but soon. I'd like to think about eventful events that happened this whole year round. The ones that causes tears, those that made me laugh till my tummyache and those which got me so disappointed in. This year have been an what seem like a roller coaster ride. Sometimes you see the crazy me acting like as if everything didnt matter and the next moment I will be talking to be myself about how I want things to go. But of course, not always stuffs gets done in my way. Adapt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen how my friends changed for the better, for the worse. Cant deny, impression changes. But afterall, they are still my friends and I still love them the way they are. Definitely, I lost friends along the way in the process of growing up and I made a few new friends this year. But, I just wanna know which are the friends that will stay with me as we drift further apart due to inevitable changes that comes in a few years time? Knowing it's not about the number of days since we made friends but the moments we spent together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see myself growing up sometimes to someone I dont think I should be but I just cant help it. I'll change that. And I've come to think that is it me or people around me? I've been experiencing just a little too much problem this year. Say I'm picky or what not. I'm still sticking to how I like to perceive things when it comes to that. As long as I know I'm doing what I like and would love to have in the near future. I've learnt to grab chances, do what I think I should. Just silently hoping things will get better and my wishes to come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not leave any regrets of this year and drag into the next one. For, what happens, happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all need just a little more faith, a little more trust and a little less expectations. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-3963694590833291786?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/3963694590833291786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/11/thoughts-deep-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/3963694590833291786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/3963694590833291786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/11/thoughts-deep-down.html' title='The thoughts deep down.'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-3052725433278314365</id><published>2010-11-18T09:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T10:01:22.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can everything start all over again?</title><content type='html'>who are you?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I feel you're just a friend &lt;br /&gt;sometimes I think you're more than just a friend&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the time you felt like a stranger &lt;br /&gt;I really don't want to guess anymore &lt;br /&gt;feels like a marathon I'm running &lt;br /&gt;without even knowing where and when it ends&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so exhausted from it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-3052725433278314365?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/3052725433278314365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/11/who-are-you-sometimes-i-feel-youre-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/3052725433278314365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/3052725433278314365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/11/who-are-you-sometimes-i-feel-youre-just.html' title='can everything start all over again?'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-2241631356005926641</id><published>2010-11-17T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T00:29:30.785+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eletheowl'/><title type='text'>random sentences all over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inside the heart of each and every one of us&lt;br /&gt;there is a longing to be  understood by someone who really cares.&lt;br /&gt;When a person is understood,&lt;br /&gt;he  or she can put up with almost anything in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                             &lt;div class="quote medium"&gt;We all have something  to hide.&lt;br /&gt;Some dark place inside us we don’t want the world to see.&lt;br /&gt;So we  pretend everything’s okay.&lt;br /&gt;Wrapping ourselves in rainbows.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe  that’s all for the best, b&lt;br /&gt;ecause some of these places are darker than  others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be loved,&lt;br /&gt;even if you are not perfect&lt;br /&gt;even if you don’t know the answer&lt;br /&gt;even if you are horribly confused&lt;br /&gt;even if you can’t make anyone feel better&lt;br /&gt;even if you don’t know how to make yourself well&lt;br /&gt;even if you made a mistake&lt;br /&gt;even if you don’t know how to be&lt;br /&gt;even if you are ashamed&lt;br /&gt;even if you are hopeless&lt;br /&gt;even if you don’t quite fit in&lt;br /&gt;even if you are scared&lt;br /&gt;even if you are lonely&lt;br /&gt;even if you shouldn’t be having such a hard time right now&lt;br /&gt;even if you don’t think so&lt;br /&gt;even if you haven’t found your place yet&lt;br /&gt;even if you aren’t proud of yourself&lt;br /&gt;even if no one has really seen you before&lt;br /&gt;even if you don’t know what to do&lt;br /&gt;even if you try too hard&lt;br /&gt;even if you’re disappointed&lt;br /&gt;even if you don’t really like yourself right now&lt;br /&gt;even if you are beyond good advice&lt;br /&gt;even if you don’t know how to cry&lt;br /&gt;even if you think this post must be meant for someone other than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really?&lt;br /&gt;Just some random post tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-2241631356005926641?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/2241631356005926641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/11/random-sentences-all-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/2241631356005926641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/2241631356005926641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/11/random-sentences-all-over.html' title='random sentences all over'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-1484648868267929491</id><published>2010-10-08T16:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T16:35:49.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LovesGivesMeHope</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;You're going to meet someone who treats you like a princess. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's going to love you more than anything.&lt;br /&gt;He'll ask you to marry him.&lt;br /&gt;You'll be happy together forever.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you don't know who it is yet, that person is walking the Earth right NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thought alone, should Give You Hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sarah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-1484648868267929491?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/1484648868267929491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/10/youre-going-to-meet-someone-who-treats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/1484648868267929491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/1484648868267929491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/10/youre-going-to-meet-someone-who-treats.html' title='LovesGivesMeHope'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-6590747180007847416</id><published>2010-10-06T20:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T20:44:15.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This holiday.</title><content type='html'>I've accomplished stuffs and made things so much better (the way I want them to be).&lt;br /&gt;Loved the way this holiday is spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, this holiday I felt I've grown up.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know what I want in life and am less afraid of growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down, there's just one more thing I'm wishing for more, just one more.&lt;br /&gt;If it comes true, this holiday will be a perfect ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-6590747180007847416?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/6590747180007847416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/6590747180007847416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/6590747180007847416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-holiday.html' title='This holiday.'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-4470918897647280088</id><published>2010-10-05T20:41:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T21:56:37.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A post filled with ♥♥♥♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/TKsfJ9fGbuI/AAAAAAAAA0U/USUV6xq2Vvo/s320/IMAG0026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524543623884336866" border="0" /&gt;In my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you  for exactly what you are.&lt;br /&gt;Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome,  what have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The right person will still think the sun shines outta  your ass.&lt;br /&gt;That’s the kind of person that’s worth sticking with.&lt;br /&gt;-Juno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm finally back to blogger this time because I've sooooooo muchie to share. And that's my birthday! :) As usual, I'll be spending my birthday with.... them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/TKsfJMWgnlI/AAAAAAAAA0E/mp5zqY8d61Y/s320/IMG_1580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524543610694966866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/TKsfJnUAyhI/AAAAAAAAA0M/dIAfY6zwriA/s320/IMG_1571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524543617932249618" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To make things short, we had steamboat at my place with all the yummy food that made everybody sooooo bloated. And then, we had the drink drank drunk drama by Wesley! The only person who was really drunk by the end of the day. And, I had fun on my birthday with them! Hehehehe. And thanks to them, nineteen years into my life I've experience what feeling high from alcohol means. Though I dont appreciate the after effect! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I'm so really really thankful for having them in my life! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not forgetting my lovely family for the lovely shades and cardgame they got me! ♥&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/7910568199641870786-4470918897647280088?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/4470918897647280088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/10/post-filled-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/4470918897647280088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/4470918897647280088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/10/post-filled-with.html' title='A post filled with ♥♥♥♥'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/TKsfJ9fGbuI/AAAAAAAAA0U/USUV6xq2Vvo/s72-c/IMAG0026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-7940485204182679553</id><published>2010-10-05T20:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T21:52:01.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Individual shots!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/TKsp9lAtWcI/AAAAAAAAA1U/O-SaSUCilJM/s320/DSC_0077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524555505783888322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/TKssCxNPQ7I/AAAAAAAAA1s/Qw_IH00rD6Y/s320/DSC_0085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524557793980269490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/TKsoVUZKv4I/AAAAAAAAA0c/Dys2JcnawWE/s320/DSC_0048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524553714616680322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/TKsp-PbXo3I/AAAAAAAAA1c/oorgc4zRZ_E/s320/DSC_0080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524555517170000754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/TKsoWXxVTbI/AAAAAAAAA08/m4ZQaHrz44s/s320/DSC_0071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524553732703210930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/TKsoV3DTk1I/AAAAAAAAA0s/60sOzdCZ7v4/s320/DSC_0062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524553723920225106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/TKsp-UxRJLI/AAAAAAAAA1k/iu7DBUPzrrY/s320/DSC_0081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524555518604027058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/TKsoWVkGmxI/AAAAAAAAA00/kxJTe5FsjGA/s320/DSC_0069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524553732110850834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/TKsp9nmOwRI/AAAAAAAAA1M/oSWx27XXI88/s320/DSC_0075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524555506478137618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/TKsoVvC7b3I/AAAAAAAAA0k/uexY9ssHEDU/s320/DSC_0061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524553721771159410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/TKsp9fIMpbI/AAAAAAAAA1E/qBNjzXW5TQc/s320/DSC_0072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524555504204686770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-7940485204182679553?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/7940485204182679553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/7940485204182679553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/7940485204182679553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/TKsp9lAtWcI/AAAAAAAAA1U/O-SaSUCilJM/s72-c/DSC_0077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-5786368033902546465</id><published>2010-09-26T01:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T01:19:26.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The date that coincides with so many good things PART TWO!</title><content type='html'>Boo! Like I promised if it comes true I will be back to share the date so here I'm! Now 23th have become my favourite date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wish I made was to pass my driving when I'm 18 and before my 19th birthday!&lt;br /&gt;AND I DID IT! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, learning driving have never  make me not look forward to any lessons I have with my driving instructor because he really really makes lessons seem not like lesson and fun. Imagine a driving instructor who you can talk just about anything to, a driving instructor who treats you chocolate and biscuits during driving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still remember the first lesson I had, driving straight road was more than enough to freak me out like wow I can drive a car. But now, I'm really glad I took up driving and knowing an instructor who treats me like his daughter and a friend. Guess that's the only sad thought floating through my mind when I called him to tell him I pass my driving was I'm not going to see him again for driving lessons. And imagine, he being on the other line was equally excited that I passed my driving and asked if I'm going to run down to the entrance of the driving centre to hug him. Haha! Because I told him I'm going to hug him if I pass on my first try. But he had another lesson after that and had to leave. And, I'm already missing the time I spend with my driving instructor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anybody who wants to learn driving and who stays in the east let me know okay? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I finally drove my sis today. I passed her test I guess! Because she didnt comment much when I drove them. But I'm still not used to driving our car so I guess maybe a few more times I'll make it better? And, I managed to park the car! Happy only! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, thanks to Hihao! He asked me to drive and I didnt wanted to but he insisted. So I did. I really like his car alot! Hehe. Thanks for insisting that I drive! So Hihao, Wesley, Vonsoh became my first few passengerssssss excluding my sis! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loves loves driving! And I thank grandpa who arent here with us anymore for blessing me to pass driving because on my driving test day it was his birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-5786368033902546465?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/5786368033902546465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/09/date-that-coincides-with-so-many-good_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/5786368033902546465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/5786368033902546465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/09/date-that-coincides-with-so-many-good_26.html' title='The date that coincides with so many good things PART TWO!'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-7971734632769112981</id><published>2010-09-21T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T22:35:50.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The date that coincides with so many good things.</title><content type='html'>A date that coincides with just too many things around me and the best thing is, not only does it coincides with too many things but the many good things. No bad ones at all. None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you will, please, make my wish come true and I promise to not make any more wishes on my birthday this year. This will then be the best birthday gift I will have gotten for myself this year  if it really really comes true. For once in my life, I've never wish so hard and want something so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will let everybody know which date it is should it come true. If not, just take it as  just another post you're reading from my blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go for it Jessie! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-7971734632769112981?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/7971734632769112981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/09/date-that-coincides-with-so-many-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/7971734632769112981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/7971734632769112981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/09/date-that-coincides-with-so-many-good.html' title='The date that coincides with so many good things.'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-6857430714930339101</id><published>2010-08-23T12:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T15:38:28.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the man she will love someday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear You,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I will admit that sometimes I really do wonder if you exist.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There is a part of every little girl’s heart that envisions her  prince charming. At age three, it is usually of a man who can save her  from the wrath of an evil stepmother, wake her from eternal slumber or  give her that true love’s kiss.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In elementary school, he becomes the boy with the least cooties, the  one who’s willing to cross the playground to share his Oreos even if it  makes him a target for the week of all the other boys.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Come high school, it’s that boy you stand with at prom, who your  father stared down at the door, who provided you with an experience  complete with photos you will cringe at a decade later, a corsage that  yellows in the refrigerator, and a faded memory of a night that seemed  almost too magical to be real.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nineteen years into this life, however, and still unwilling to give  my heart away, I am still that same little girl who hopes for her prince  charming. And although I wonder why it has taken you this long to sweep  me off my feet and whisk me off to your palace on horseback, I know  that it is probably because meeting you will be better than any  fairytale I could’ve read as a kid.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A couple of heartbreaks and a few years wiser though, I will admit  that there are times when I question your existence. Because I have yet  to meet the guy who makes me hear songs like “All My Life” or “A Whole  New World” in my head when I see him, does not mean I don’t hope that  it’ll ever happen.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I may already know you or may still meet you someday—something I  leave completely up to God because I’m pretty sure our story will be  epic.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;However, I can’t promise you that I’d make the world’s most perfect  princess. In fact I’ll probably keep you on your toes and amuse you with  my eccentricities—there are a lot of them. I’ll probably steal a bunch  of your T-shirts and turn them into shirt dresses, or drive you slightly  mad with my obsessive compulsivity and my need to fix your collar  constantly.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I can promise to be your best friend however—that person you can rant  to after a rough day, the hand you can hold when you get sad, or the  person you can text when situations get awkward.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’ll probably mess up your hair sometimes and hug you for too long,  but that’ll only be because I absolutely adore you. I’ll bury my head in  your shoulder during scary movies and make you feel like superman when  you kill those flying cockroaches that really shouldn’t exist. I’ll cook  your favorite food on your birthday and try my best to make friends  with your mom.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’ll respect your nights-out with the boys and make you seem like the  perfect guy to my barkada (group of friends). I’ll watch basketball or  soccer games with you, and not complain when you cheer too loudly at the  TV set.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’ll know the difference between giving you space and being  constantly there for you—even if it means sitting and playing video  games with you or taking hot chocolate runs when it rains.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’ll listen to your music and we’ll go on epic adventures  together—seeing the world, taking awesome pictures, eating awesome food,  and never running out of things to tell each other along the way.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I won’t be waiting for you to sweep me off my feet and take me on a  magic carpet ride, because I know I won’t need anything like that to  fall for you—I will love you for you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You will be that someone to make goofy faces with in pictures, to  lace fingers with when I’m lonely, and to take long walks under the  stars with on the beach.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You’ll be the guy who takes me the way I am—and will laugh as I burst into a Disney song or pick out pink wallpapers.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You’ll be that someone I envision a future with—us, filling out visa  forms as we travel the universe, picking out our first dog together and  arguing about what to name it, or being snap-happy stage parents in our  preschooler’s annual mini-plays. And I keep hoping that maybe someday  when we find each other, you will become that someone whose smile I wake  up to in the morning and the last one I speak to every night.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So to the man I know that does exist, and who will help me maybe make  sense of the world someday, this man I can’t wait to love. Please know  that I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. But for now, I  wait. Fingers crossed and palms held together, I hope that you’re out  there somewhere, waiting for me, too.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;With the hope that I will be yours for always,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've reposted this from Novell’s blog. Enjoy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Credits to:  http://lifestyle.inquirer.net/relationships/relationships/view/20100808-285501/My-daughters-letter-to-the-man-she-will-love-someday&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-6857430714930339101?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/6857430714930339101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/08/dear-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/6857430714930339101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/6857430714930339101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/08/dear-you.html' title='To the man she will love someday'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-8539205325968128746</id><published>2010-08-15T20:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T21:01:40.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappearance</title><content type='html'>Sorry for disappearing into thin air from blogger. Twitter kinda took over the updating because I realise blogging in a few sentences it so much better when usually I only just a few sentences to blog about, blogging it on blogger seems weird. But anw, here comes the long post without photographs, cos I'm lazy to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anddd, exams have ended since a week ago. I packed my past few days with activities. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Day home with my family playing our card games (Pictureka, MonopolyDeal) with yummy yummy food plus dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Groceries shopping with my mum,sis,grandma! I bought my Jap dramas to watch. Hehehehhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Kwi,Bird,Jan,Swixx came over to my place for Wii! And we had dinner at 85 after that was back to my place with Jan and Swixx had a lovely chat that was forced to end because they had to travel home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Home! I spent the day doing household chores, washing the fans that was so very very dirty. And spam my dramas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: It's my sister's birthday! Yummmyyy seafooood dinner with my family and grandpa and grandma! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&amp;amp;Sunday: Home with Yummy food just like today! STEAMBOAT! Yumms yumms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise to be back for more soonish! When I have that super many stuffs to blog about :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, something happened recently that made me kinda disappointed in. No idea how I can go about sharing about it, hopefully you know what happened and you probably will pretend nothing of that sort happened the next time we meet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-8539205325968128746?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/8539205325968128746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/08/disappearance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/8539205325968128746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/8539205325968128746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/08/disappearance.html' title='Disappearance'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-5230372065589453630</id><published>2010-07-30T22:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T22:39:57.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want a break too!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 weeks down, with 1 more week to go.&lt;br /&gt;5 papers down, with 3 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired from studying.&lt;br /&gt;somebody help!&lt;br /&gt;it's okay,&lt;br /&gt;i smell 10weeks of holidays soon!&lt;br /&gt;stay strong Jessie!&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! my friends got me to join twitter so,&lt;br /&gt;add me k! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/jessiehjx"&gt;TWITTER!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-5230372065589453630?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/5230372065589453630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-want-break-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/5230372065589453630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/5230372065589453630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-want-break-too.html' title='i want a break too!'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-6540073364750434522</id><published>2010-07-18T14:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T14:17:35.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best Friends Keep Me Sane. (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center;" class="textpost"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There are times when they won’t see each other for a  while,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center;" class="textpost"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;he’s got his life, and she have hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center;" class="textpost"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But, all he has to do is  smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center;" class="textpost"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and he have her again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-quickthoughts-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much would love to blog just about everything that happened these two weeks because it was the last few days we spent in heart centre but that will have to wait till my practical tests which starts tmrw and when exams are over! Till then, do look forward! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be freeeeeeeee on 6August-18October!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-6540073364750434522?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/6540073364750434522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-best-friends-keep-me-sane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/6540073364750434522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/6540073364750434522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-best-friends-keep-me-sane.html' title='My Best Friends Keep Me Sane. (:'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-4762856983514598569</id><published>2010-07-08T20:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T21:48:34.503+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quickthoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eletheowl'/><title type='text'>love sky.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sometimes when I look at you, and you’re looking back at me,&lt;br /&gt;I can see  something.&lt;br /&gt;This teeny-tiny hint of something more,&lt;br /&gt;something you’re  feeling but can’t say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It’s like our own little secret,&lt;br /&gt;a place we go to when everything around  us is crazy&lt;br /&gt;and we just need some semblance of normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And I know no one catches it but me and you,&lt;br /&gt;but I like it  that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled at me then quickly looked away.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm wondering...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that smile was something he couldn`t say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, I can't say or do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can't smile like this.&lt;br /&gt;Do you even know what's happening to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-4762856983514598569?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/4762856983514598569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/07/love-sky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/4762856983514598569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/4762856983514598569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/07/love-sky.html' title='love sky.'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-5659073175212034240</id><published>2010-07-07T18:36:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T22:43:32.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Post: 17march2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;Did I ever mention to you, How I hate myself for not being observant about things about you the last time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I ever mention &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;, How I hate you for not bucking up the courage to tell me what you're thinking about then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I ever mention &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;, the things I use has meanings to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I ever mention &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;, I treasure that small little surprise gift so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I ever mention &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;, I tried to smile and make sure everything will be fine at the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I ever mention &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;, I hate to messed up things that are related to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I ever mention &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;, now I truely and finally understand how I feel?&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/7910568199641870786-5659073175212034240?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/5659073175212034240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/07/to-post-i-had-dated-17march2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/5659073175212034240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/5659073175212034240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/07/to-post-i-had-dated-17march2010.html' title='The Post: 17march2010'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-8033847063686108670</id><published>2010-07-05T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T21:07:32.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SQUIZZLE! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/TDHYnYycYqI/AAAAAAAAAz0/SbAKdrLF4qw/s320/swixx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490407591921869474" border="0" /&gt;Swizzle and her pressie last year!&lt;br /&gt;Stay happy and pretty!&lt;br /&gt;LOVES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-8033847063686108670?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/8033847063686108670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/07/birthday-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/8033847063686108670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/8033847063686108670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/07/birthday-girl.html' title='Birthday Girl!'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/TDHYnYycYqI/AAAAAAAAAz0/SbAKdrLF4qw/s72-c/swixx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-8808171396037876148</id><published>2010-07-03T14:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T15:06:09.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this, i like.</title><content type='html'>Monday: Back to work day at NHC. How reluctant I was because it's  monday  blues cum first day back. 3weeks of not doing echo/non-invasive.  Badd.  Kinda forgot everything already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: I kinda forgot  what to  write for echo that morning. Like omg didnt know  which  readings suppose  to write where. But after awhile it wasnt that bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:  Back to school for GEMS! Our skit seems interesting enough  for me to  look forward to!After gems was meeting shihmei! We had subway for lunch  in schooooool.  Then off to island creamery with Wesley and Woanyin!  YUMMY!! I seriously  looooove their icecream, their flavours are like  soooo special. (Ps: I  had mango and banana icecream!) Then, we had  dinner at 85 with evon,  jyan, erwin, hihao! Yummmy too! I love to eat  lala (that shelly thingy)  :) HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wy and Sm with their icecream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/TC7duTa33zI/AAAAAAAAAzE/7951415PQuY/s320/IMG_1137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489568783367921458" border="0" /&gt;Wesilly with his mango icecream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/TC7f66x24iI/AAAAAAAAAzM/JnaHSmSJKCM/s320/IMG_1143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489571199114994210" border="0" /&gt;Me and my banana-mango icecream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/TC7dUWcQKZI/AAAAAAAAAy0/KgPyRoF00pI/s320/IMG_1140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489568337502415250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: BAD! I couldnt wake up and was soooo sleepy because I got home only at 1130 on Wed! And the worse thing was I couldnt sleeeppp that night. Too eggcited. Did echo and tmx that day. Tmx was fun with Haley there to entertain me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:Long day at work from 8-5! Echooooo all the way! After work, I met 2E2 at Vivo! Wanted to watch ToyStory but didnt have anymore seats we like and there was seven of us kinda hard to get seats so we rot at Bens&amp;amp;Jerry we had their cookie dough, choco macadamia, chunky monkey icecream! Yummy! Then we went to Carl's Junior to eat before waiting for the 930 1for1 at KimGary! Played Monopoly Deal, laughed till our tummy ache. Then at 930, we realise Vivo's KimGary doesnt have 1for1. So we decided to go to Tampines1! Went to Hihao's place to get his car and he drove us there. Had our KimGary meal, happy enough and Hihao drove us all home! Am still waiting for Hihao to upload the pictures to fb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noooow, I'm off to pack my notes and do reading!&lt;br /&gt;Haven done any this week. I hope my weekend will pass slowly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-8808171396037876148?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/8808171396037876148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/07/monday-back-to-work-day-at-nhc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/8808171396037876148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/8808171396037876148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/07/monday-back-to-work-day-at-nhc.html' title='this, i like.'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/TC7duTa33zI/AAAAAAAAAzE/7951415PQuY/s72-c/IMG_1137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-1621266158155679009</id><published>2010-06-27T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T00:56:37.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPELLSSSS 2E2! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/TCYw1hS8YGI/AAAAAAAAAys/-wfCoPmA3yA/s320/IMG_78792.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487126892026552418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;will be back for more! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-1621266158155679009?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/1621266158155679009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/06/spellssss-2e2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/1621266158155679009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/1621266158155679009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/06/spellssss-2e2.html' title='SPELLSSSS 2E2! :)'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/TCYw1hS8YGI/AAAAAAAAAys/-wfCoPmA3yA/s72-c/IMG_78792.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-3185192799499735127</id><published>2010-06-25T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T00:45:33.521+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eletheowl'/><title type='text'>Don’t worry about people from your past. There’s a reason they didn’t make it to your future.</title><content type='html'>Boooooo! I'm back with many photographs this time round! Hehehh, with some superbly overly due ones from my sister's wedding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, I met up with WenChieh and ShihMei because wc had off and didnt want to spend the day alone rotting. We went ion had lunch, shopped, sat down to talkkk. Lovely day with the girls, looking forward to Friday still! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/TCG_lDthe1I/AAAAAAAAAyM/sSCpPOmNpPg/s320/IMG_1049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485876464486284114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/TCG_mJ_XjLI/AAAAAAAAAyc/J6tINbEGqmg/s320/IMG_1069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485876483351612594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/TCG_WP_pBvI/AAAAAAAAAyE/z9EdJAnMYnY/s320/IMG_1034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485876210085463794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I realised I didnt post up a family picture taken during the wedding. So tata! Here you go! :) I'm looking for the one we took during my Daddy's birthay but I couldnt find it, that one where the four of us squashed my mum and dad together. Hehhhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/TCG_Vgr3urI/AAAAAAAAAx8/DUa_fcjnbhU/s320/DSC_0827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485876197386074802" border="0" /&gt;Just before he came!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/TCG_VD6UcAI/AAAAAAAAAx0/vYZ_XfYVurk/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485876189662048258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDDDDDDDD! TATA! What they got me from their honeymoon trip in Japan! COOOOOOL RIGHTT! It's a heart model that I couldnt stop wowing at, the moment he gave it to me while we was eating I immediately stopped what I was doing and started fixing but couldnt only when he helped me then can I finished it. Ended up the family had to shut me up because I was getting overly high over it. And, you can open it up but I realise I forgot to take a picture of it after opening it up. Weeellllls, it's a heart model how can I not get high?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/TCG_U75cSiI/AAAAAAAAAxs/lF4mz6lG5OY/s320/DSC_0015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485876187510884898" border="0" /&gt;This is the other gift I got from them! Giraffe cracker. Cool huh. Look at the cracker, even has the giraffe prints on it. There's eight packets and till now I only had one. It's seriously too cute to be eaten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/TCG_UVkrpbI/AAAAAAAAAxk/IbTXZEaBYQ8/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485876177223263666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:DDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;BYEEEEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-3185192799499735127?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/3185192799499735127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/06/picture-speaks-thousand-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/3185192799499735127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/3185192799499735127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/06/picture-speaks-thousand-words.html' title='Don’t worry about people from your past. There’s a reason they didn’t make it to your future.'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/TCG_lDthe1I/AAAAAAAAAyM/sSCpPOmNpPg/s72-c/IMG_1049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-8003560002647634167</id><published>2010-06-19T13:25:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T13:42:28.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am someone else when I’m with you, someone more like myself.</title><content type='html'>Week one of holiday is ending and week two is coming then school's gotta reopen real soonish with practical tests, presentations, exams coming and all ending in 6August :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! Before that, Wesilly will be back from UK real soon like this coming FRIDAY! Time really flies, the last time we seen him was sending him off to UK with that feeling of missing his voice in outings and stuffs. I'm looking forward for our group photograph this Friday night when he lanes because for once, most of us are goinggg! :) I'll definitely post it up on my bloggy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The collection of photographs we made him&lt;br /&gt;that he left by the bedstand in his room in UK :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/TBxXUkMM6UI/AAAAAAAAAxc/XzqZtJtN30U/s320/27292_338376426986_661651986_4029708_7526146_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484354457054275906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photograph we took with him just before he left for UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/TBxV5xkXn9I/AAAAAAAAAxE/YEM21aZEFIo/s320/27292_338389231986_661651986_4029949_7814281_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484352897277206482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we webcamed him 2-3am in the morning&lt;br /&gt;while he's in UK and we were having chalet in March!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/TBxWm93ej6I/AAAAAAAAAxM/vwu1MDxgRHY/s320/15007_354112891986_661651986_4072440_4489281_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484353673672691618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY WESLEY! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we cant wait to see you again on friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-8003560002647634167?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/8003560002647634167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-someone-else-when-im-with-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/8003560002647634167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/8003560002647634167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-someone-else-when-im-with-you.html' title='I am someone else when I’m with you, someone more like myself.'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/TBxXUkMM6UI/AAAAAAAAAxc/XzqZtJtN30U/s72-c/27292_338376426986_661651986_4029708_7526146_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-3054703802046007499</id><published>2010-06-16T17:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T17:48:06.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farm Craft 2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/TBidW5oS3EI/AAAAAAAAAw8/IDf8l_Ddo5Q/s1600/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/TBidW5oS3EI/AAAAAAAAAw8/IDf8l_Ddo5Q/s320/untitled2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483305563076090946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/TBidWTR77YI/AAAAAAAAAw0/xlmH2aJlMbk/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/TBidWTR77YI/AAAAAAAAAw0/xlmH2aJlMbk/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483305552781766018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Novell! This post is for you! Check out my new farming game. HAHA! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I started this game on Sunday and I've just completed it! It's suppperblyy fun, it's become my major distraction from case studies these few days! But now that I've completed it and I realised it's the part 2 of this game. So guess what! I'm going to find the part 1 too! Mwahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahwells, how random can I get. Bye! Off to wait for dinner and shower!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-3054703802046007499?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/3054703802046007499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/06/farm-craft-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/3054703802046007499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/3054703802046007499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/06/farm-craft-2.html' title='Farm Craft 2!'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/TBidW5oS3EI/AAAAAAAAAw8/IDf8l_Ddo5Q/s72-c/untitled2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-13406049316669579</id><published>2010-06-16T14:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T14:42:27.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me the right and wrong.</title><content type='html'>This is the third time that the same things are happening to me.&lt;br /&gt;Prove me wrong and I really will believe in you once again.&lt;br /&gt;Time is probably what we need.&lt;br /&gt;Yes? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-13406049316669579?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/13406049316669579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/06/tell-me-right-and-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/13406049316669579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/13406049316669579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/06/tell-me-right-and-wrong.html' title='Tell me the right and wrong.'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-7605403202595953125</id><published>2010-06-14T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T00:29:25.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because we don’t say certain things, doesn’t mean we don’t feel them.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="quote medium"&gt;Life is about trusting  your feelings and taking chances,&lt;br /&gt;losing and finding happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Appreciating the memories&lt;br /&gt;and learning from the pain&lt;br /&gt;and realizing that  people always change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love for the first time is easy.&lt;br /&gt;It’s the second time around  after you had fallen&lt;br /&gt;and trusted that someone would catch you&lt;br /&gt;and they  didn’t&lt;br /&gt;when it becomes difficult to let yourself fall in love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Eletheowl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-7605403202595953125?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/7605403202595953125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-because-we-dont-say-certain-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/7605403202595953125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/7605403202595953125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-because-we-dont-say-certain-things.html' title='Just because we don’t say certain things, doesn’t mean we don’t feel them.'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-4907751194756959209</id><published>2010-06-11T20:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T20:21:29.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>June Internship!</title><content type='html'>Today marks the end of my june internship at Medtronic! And I must say, I enjoyed myself alooooot and learned aloooooot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, at the very start I wasnt looking forward to it at all, but as the first day finishes I'm starting to like it. The trainers Bird and I followed was very niceeee. They bother to teach, explain what they are doing, allowing us hands-on on patients during pacemaker follow-up in clinics. And not only that, they even treated us lunches for almost the whole time this week and even having to go through the trouble of getting permission for us to access some places with them which makes us feel quite bad about. In order to express our gratitude, Bird and I bought cards for the 3 of our trainers because we felt that they did alot for us this week the guidance and trouble they have to go through just for us. Really appreciate it alot. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole week made me an expert of hospital locations now! We have been to so many hospitals this week, at least 2 hospitals a day. And, there are hospitals I've never been to before, but now I do know how they look like! It's a pity we didnt get to see all our trainers today to take photographs with them but nevertheless, we really really appreciate what they have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anddd, I've fallen sick this week! Didnt went to work on Thursday, was quite sad I couldnt make it on having to take mc because I was down with a sorethroat plus heavy head that I cant even walk properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm off to finish the evaluation form and stuff so I can keep them back all to the BIG WHITE ENVELOPE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello-hello holidays! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-4907751194756959209?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/4907751194756959209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/06/june-internship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/4907751194756959209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/4907751194756959209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/06/june-internship.html' title='June Internship!'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-2332980064210472769</id><published>2010-06-02T22:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T22:42:33.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my number 186 post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Last two papers to go!&lt;br /&gt;Let me know I'll survive it and do well at the end!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The smiles you put on  my face. I know you will but you said you won't. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-2332980064210472769?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/2332980064210472769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-my-number-186-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/2332980064210472769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/2332980064210472769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-my-number-186-post.html' title='It&apos;s my number 186 post!'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-6770780830918467019</id><published>2010-06-01T15:37:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T15:43:56.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>giraffey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TATA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meet my new giraffe (pretty isnt it! hehe),&lt;br /&gt;I've lost count of how many giraffes I have now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/TAS6L0n90KI/AAAAAAAAAws/9ADzl5YgVxY/s1600/DSC01172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/TAS6L0n90KI/AAAAAAAAAws/9ADzl5YgVxY/s320/DSC01172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477707759056965794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;style="display: src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/TAS4__167FI/AAAAAAAAAwc/6qh91R-Wy5E/s320/DSC01172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477706456398228562" border="0"&gt;The giraffe my sis got me when she was at Genting! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style="display:&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-6770780830918467019?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/6770780830918467019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/06/giraffey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/6770780830918467019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/6770780830918467019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/06/giraffey.html' title='giraffey!'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/TAS6L0n90KI/AAAAAAAAAws/9ADzl5YgVxY/s72-c/DSC01172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-3136395684244913557</id><published>2010-05-28T14:12:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T14:44:28.776+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='she found her smile :)'/><title type='text'>may and me.</title><content type='html'>Been super long since I've blogged! It has been an eventful May so far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've passed my BCLS(CPR) and I'm certified. Though the training made my arms ache and butt hurts for days! So glad I did it afterall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my sis got married! I sure hope she'll have a blissful marriage ahead! :D Look at my happy mum and dad and me! Will post up more photographs on facebook once my exams are over because my aunts and cousins have been wanting to see them and because I didnt had my camera with me they took it, there was like 900ish photographs for me to filter before uploading them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, for the first time in my life I did make up (okay maybe just second time?) that I look so different till Mummy and Daddy's relative who we met often and some hardly couldnt even recognise me! Seriously, do I look that different? The picture below isnt very clear to be able to see it but nevertheless, make-up sure makes one look better! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/S_9fN4nJHNI/AAAAAAAAAv8/wmKfZ-nHUrE/s320/DSC_0715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476200364045311186" border="0" /&gt;Now, I've finished 2 of out 5 papers. So far I think it's okay and I'm still studying for my 3rd one one Monday! I've a long busy boring weekend ahead filled with studying, studying and more studying! And, my mum and erjie went genting just this morning with the rest of the family coming back only on sunday! I'm basically alone at home now so lonely and quiet because my dad went out coming back only at night and dajie might be coming back home today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to study now that blogging have took up my break time! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Sometimes, you just need someone to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who is not only  willing to be there for you, but understands you &amp;amp; what you’re going  through. Someone who you out down your guards &amp;amp; reveal your  imperfections.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will never judge you or sway away even from  the mistakes you make.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who doesn’t need words to prove but you  both know that the person will always be there. Someone who loves you,  truly for who you are.&lt;br /&gt;One of the greatest gifts in life is having the  chance to find someone like that in your life.&lt;br /&gt;- Eletheowl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-3136395684244913557?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/3136395684244913557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/05/hi-bloggy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/3136395684244913557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/3136395684244913557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/05/hi-bloggy.html' title='may and me.'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/S_9fN4nJHNI/AAAAAAAAAv8/wmKfZ-nHUrE/s72-c/DSC_0715.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-6941328302451346220</id><published>2010-05-08T18:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T18:33:04.907+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m doing gooooooood :)'/><title type='text'>busy May, wishing it will come and go just as quickly!</title><content type='html'>Like the title states, I'll be gone from blogging now! Exams in two weeks time with BCLS (CPR) lesson &amp;amp; test, 5 papers in total. How can I not feel stressful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I went out shopping today! And I finally finally found a dress I like for my sis Big Day which is coming in 2weeks time too! Wondering where I'll get the time to study for my first paper? I guess I have to start early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andddd, mummy taught me make-up today. Seriously I have 0% knowledge about makeup now it's 30%? :) And I really look so different with makeup on I think! But I likes likes the eye-liner, it kinda make my eyes look huge! But I really hate the removing part, must use make-up solution to remove and stuff. To conclude, make-up does &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WONDERS&lt;/span&gt;! I'm so gotta learn how to draw with the eye-liner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then! I'll be back after exams or maybe in between when I get bored of studying! And definitely pictures soonish!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-6941328302451346220?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/6941328302451346220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/05/busy-may-wishing-it-will-come-and-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/6941328302451346220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/6941328302451346220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/05/busy-may-wishing-it-will-come-and-go.html' title='busy May, wishing it will come and go just as quickly!'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-4319026242846047687</id><published>2010-05-05T13:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T13:20:52.650+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='somebody to be your listening ears'/><title type='text'>the stay home wednesday</title><content type='html'>Staying home today because there's no gems cos my lecturer have some sort of invigilation going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my sisters' airconditioned room with my mummy marking papers for my sis and me in front of the lappy trying to concentrate on a little reading dont seem to work out when the it's that cooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love it when mummy says let's on the aircon and stay in there. Looking out of the window, seeing that scorching &lt;span&gt;sun and hot&lt;/span&gt; weather makes me want to just stay in the room and not leave for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-4319026242846047687?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/4319026242846047687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/05/stay-home-wednesday_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/4319026242846047687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/4319026242846047687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/05/stay-home-wednesday_05.html' title='the stay home wednesday'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-5693546336531121626</id><published>2010-05-01T10:18:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T10:40:14.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting on task</title><content type='html'>This whole week of attachment was filled with basically ECHO and more  ECHO! Except yesterday where I got to do ECG and TMX! Week 2 has passed  so quickly. Too fast I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel Echo's actually interesting when you know what you're looking at,  where to get what values you need and special cases that makes you wow  over it which kinda mean there's something wrong with the patient which  therefore means nothing good for the patient but you get to see  something new. Am wondering if that's good or bad? However, I'm still  liking Echo just that I hate standing for long hours because it makes my  leg aches, soles hurt. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got to do ECG with Swizzle yesterday and I must say I enjoy  time with Swizzle! She's the one who always makes me laugh and smile at  all the silly things we do together or whenever I'm feeling down or  anything. Thank you Swixx! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then TMX! Was with Julaiha and Haley doing HA! Afternoon with them was  fun too! They are supeerrr nice and funnyyy! Especially Julaiha, her  laughter is contagious! Though we didnt get to do HA cos there wasnt  much case left. Our nice trainer let us off at 4pm because TMX having 2  patient that wasnt here yet and no HA cases left to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/p0818953/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/p0818953/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.png" alt="" /&gt;It was back to school on Wednesday for GEMS! And guess what! I'm starting to love our gem and the lecturer. This gem aims to help us find out our Temperament Blends which is kinda interesting. The lecturer posted questions and the one that caught my attention was the one kind of person who takes forever to look at the menu thinking of what to eat because of the many choices we have. And most of the time Swizzle and I falls under the same category while YanRen and KwiShan are those who goes to the foodcourt not being bored with the food they eat and doesnt mind eating them over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/S9uRQk26QoI/AAAAAAAAAv0/gVcmHoeoLr8/s320/150px-Four_temperament_b.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466122286702150274" border="0" /&gt;Simple emoticons of the four temperaments&lt;br /&gt;(clockwise from top right:  Choleric, melancholic, sanguine, phlegmatic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sanguine: &lt;/span&gt;The Sanguine temperament personality is fairly extroverted. People of  a sanguine temperament tend to enjoy social gatherings and making new  friends. They tend to be creative and often day dream. However, some  alone time is crucial for those of this temperament. Sanguine can also  mean very sensitive, compassionate and thoughtful. Sanguine  personalities generally struggle with following tasks all the way  through, are chronically late, and tend to be forgetful and sometimes a  little sarcastic. Often, when pursuing a new hobby, interest is lost  quickly--when it ceases to be engaging or fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Choleric&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; A person who is choleric is a doer. They have a lot of ambition, energy and passion, and try to instill it in others.  They can dominate people of other temperaments, especially phlegmatic  types. Many great charismatic military and political figures were  cholerics.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Melancholic: &lt;/span&gt;A person who is a thoughtful ponderer has a &lt;i&gt;melancholic&lt;/i&gt;  disposition. Often very kind and considerate, melancholics can be highly  creativ. A &lt;i&gt;melancholic&lt;/i&gt; is also  often a perfectionist. They are often self-reliant and independent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mw-headline" id="Phlegmatic"&gt;Phlegmatic:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;Phlegmatics tend to be self-content and kind. They can be very  accepting and affectionate. They may be very receptive and shy and often  prefer stability to uncertainty and change. They are very consistent,  relaxed, rational, curious, and observant, making them good  administrators and diplomats. Unlike the Sanguine personality, they may  be more dependable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;What I got from Wikipedia! And, no one is 100%  anything but a mixture of two with one that's more dominant!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;On a happy note, there wouldnt be GEMS this coming Wednesday = No school! Yay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ohhhh, and I finally finished Nicholas Sparks' latest addition: The Last Song. It's nice and I like it. But I guess, Dear John is still my favourite, the one that caught my attention and start reading most of his books! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pardon me for this super long post, this is what happens when there's just too many things to share and little time to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-5693546336531121626?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/5693546336531121626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/05/getting-on-task.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/5693546336531121626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/5693546336531121626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/05/getting-on-task.html' title='Getting on task'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/S9uRQk26QoI/AAAAAAAAAv0/gVcmHoeoLr8/s72-c/150px-Four_temperament_b.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-2972292600543005012</id><published>2010-04-25T11:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T13:30:05.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first weekend since school started</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/S9PRsDvru0I/AAAAAAAAAvs/tnviUY8Abxk/s320/DSC01051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463941327780297538" border="0" /&gt;It was my Sister's birthday yesterday! To celebrate, we went to TATA! *looks above* And, the crab in bee hoon soup was AWESOME! NICEEEE! Yummyyy! Hehhhehh. We was suppose to have gone there last Saturday which happens to be my Daddy's birthday but it rained so we went yesterday! So niceeeee! The crab was HUGEEEEE. So full and happy after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday's night food tasting at the hotel was GREAT too! Love their tofu, the herbal soup and many things else. Eggcited! Cant wait for sista's big day to come! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is SUNDAY! And, I've nothing on and am was actually trying to do Cardiac Haemodynamics Tutorial which I've heard from Swixx ytd then when she texted me about it. She was having difficulty doing it and I realise it's really chimmmmmm that I've decide to come blog and then continue. It's soooo hard! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to do my work now and watch teevee tonight to see Elvin! Hehhhhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:78%;" &gt;When I thought I understand her the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:78%;" &gt;She became someone I no longer know like I used to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-2972292600543005012?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/2972292600543005012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/04/thoughts-and-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/2972292600543005012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/2972292600543005012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/04/thoughts-and-me.html' title='first weekend since school started'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/S9PRsDvru0I/AAAAAAAAAvs/tnviUY8Abxk/s72-c/DSC01051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-8114330816258345232</id><published>2010-04-22T20:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T20:55:07.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What are these feelings? Should I even try to understand these feelings?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRD-DAY BIRD! LOVES LOVES! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt;though i think she doesnt read my bloggy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;hehehh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School have been GOOD! I'm loving ECHOCARDIOGRAPHY! And to conclude this week, I realise, I really don't know what I don't know. I've learnt so many new things from the different trainers I followed. So! I'm still hoping to learn more! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/S9A9Jj0rrpI/AAAAAAAAAvk/m8L8FoSNibE/s320/24951_388883456986_661651986_4361353_273491_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462933582444736146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YUMMY BIG WATERMELON DESSERT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was BACK TO SCHOOL DAY! Met up the girls, they had lunch at FC6! Then we went to gems tgt! Gems ended at like 150? When it started at 1. Guess because it was the first lesson. Oh! And Kwi gt me my Gardenia Chocolate Muffins and a surprise Giraffe gifts! I love it! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANKS KWI!&lt;/span&gt; :D After that, I met &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SM&lt;/span&gt;! For our day out tgt at Bugis, thanks my dear! Getting my book with me and spenting that afternoon tgt was great! Then, I texted 2E2 if they wanted dinner tgt but I guess was kinda late the msg so end up only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hihaoooo and Erwins &lt;/span&gt;came! Nevetheless, we had fun! We had pepper lunchhhyyy thennn, picky Hihaos wanted &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHEAP&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; NICE&lt;/span&gt; desserts, erwin suggested &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEDOK&lt;/span&gt;! Before that we accompanied Erwin to get a Polo-tee for his work, trying Green Yellow Red like traffic light! Hehe. We went BEDOK to had the BIG WATERMELON DESSERT at like 10pm!?! Gt home, by the time I finishing showering it was like 11pm?! Rushing around choosing my clothes and packing my bag for today, anddd luckily today work only starts at 9am, had an extra hour to sleep! Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT'S FRIDAY TOMORROW! WOOHOOOOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, family and I are going food tasting at the hotel tmrw night. HEHE eggciteds!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-8114330816258345232?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/8114330816258345232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-are-these-feelings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/8114330816258345232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/8114330816258345232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-are-these-feelings.html' title='What are these feelings? Should I even try to understand these feelings?'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/S9A9Jj0rrpI/AAAAAAAAAvk/m8L8FoSNibE/s72-c/24951_388883456986_661651986_4361353_273491_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-368047483905812492</id><published>2010-04-12T22:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T22:52:18.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The mix&amp;match feelings day</title><content type='html'>Why the mix&amp;amp;match feelings day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing in the morning I got to know that my class couldnt register gems just because the timetable clashes which is kinda irritating. Second, knowing they will solve it, helps to feel a little better. Third, the next time I check my timetable, I'm getting 3pm slots to register. And, I'm having orientation at NHCS at 230-430. GG! Texted YanRen and luckily he was free to help me register. Fourth, and tata, I've got my gems with YanRen, Swixx and Kwi! Great! THANKS YANREN SO SO SO MUCH! I shall buy him coffee every Wednesdays for GEMS if I'm early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had orientation, and it seems like we are back to the very first orientation we had in NHCS! Which is lost, intimidating, so horribly busy looking at schedule. Back to working, waking up early, facing patients, learning ECHO this sem! It's a look-forward-plus-sian-thing. Ahwells! 6 more days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After orientation, went vivo with the girls to have early dinner! We had dinner at the mussels guy? I think so, HAHA cannot remember lahhhs. Quite nice the food, then we walked around before leaving for home. Always nice to have dinner with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhh, and I was helping Bird register for gems because YanRen wasnt able to help her. Kan jiong only! First gems the one same as us there wasnt anymore slots, second one also no more slots. Had to call to see what she wants. Ended up choosing love hate r/s for herrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officially&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; hate&lt;/span&gt; registering for gems, because so many problems pops out. But so glad I dont have to do it anymore, because my gems this sem is the LAST ONE. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO GLAD YOU KNOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata, that's why emotions today was HIGH-LOW-HIGH-LOW. What a day! Alrighties, off to bed soon because I have to wake up earlys tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; days before school/attachment officially starts. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-368047483905812492?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/368047483905812492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/04/mix-feelings-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/368047483905812492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/368047483905812492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/04/mix-feelings-day.html' title='The mix&amp;match feelings day'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-8386539797003224947</id><published>2010-04-10T14:51:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T15:06:20.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The eat and eat only day.</title><content type='html'>Finally met up the girls along with Yanren yesterday! As usual, I had fun laughing, bitching, gossiping just about everything we could think of. And we realise, our group only knows how to eat and eat and eat. Life's all about eating isnt it! Then we rot at starbucks playing games on my itouch where scoops got Jan, Bird, Yanren all eggcited over visiting so many different planets! Then we had dinner, and I bite my own tongue while chewing on the pearls from my mango milk shake! Tear immediately, painful it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it has been pretty long since we last saw each other in school for a lunch together about a month before that. Not to worry, this time Swixx and I are taking gems with YanRen! Yay! And maybe Kwi and Jan if they decide to change gems along with Bird who have not confirm her gem yet. This would make my Wednesdays back to school more eggciting~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHHH, and Kwi got me my leads and she bought a pack which was like 8 sets in there, I'm going to use till uni ends from that Kwi thinks. I saw the leads she giving me, I Happy Only! And I wouldnt have to: "Kwiiiii, my leads finishing alreadyyy!" Thanks Kwi! :D Andddd, I'm waiting for the chocolate muffins you are going to bake with my recipe everyday Wednesdays or at least the next next Wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm down with fluu again, maybe a pill + redoxon will make me better. Shall sleep it away! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;I'm feeling a little down and the i-dk-if-im-right-about-it-wishing-i-was-wrong kinda feeling (to say frustated I guess that isnt the word) due to smthg that happened recenlty, but nevertheless I hope I will be fine by the next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Maybe I'm just too sensitive, or what not.&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/7910568199641870786-8386539797003224947?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/8386539797003224947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/04/eat-and-eat-only-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/8386539797003224947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/8386539797003224947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/04/eat-and-eat-only-day.html' title='The eat and eat only day.'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-1142296959967366865</id><published>2010-04-05T14:50:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T22:39:53.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is like photography, we use the negatives to develop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="quote"&gt;The very first thing I on my lappy this afternoon  was to read my emails and I saw the one from PohLeng reminding us of  orientation coming up next Monday and Friday. Then reality hits me,  OHMY! School's reopening soonish. Ahhh, I hate having to count down and  dread the feeling of :'Ohmygod sian tomorrow is Monday again!'. I really  suffer from serious Monday blues every morning and poor bird has to  listen to them every single Monday without fail on the train to nhc  maybe except the last week of school! Mwahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so used to waking up late in the morning, sleep late at night that  my bioclock kinda crashed alreadyyy. Thoughts of having to wake up  5.50am every single morning, ending work at the latest of 5.30pm = :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhweelllls, and I have to ask Bird&amp;amp;Swixx about our gems this sem  which we haven even told Bird our choices right Swixx!? When are we  asking Bird my dear Swixx, it's already 5th of April, one week till we  have to decide our gems! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata! Latest 2E2 outing for dinner at Toby's and Ice Cream Chef at Parkway and Katong! Yummmmyyyyy! 16 of us and only 7 that night because everyone else's was sooooooo busy! And check out eli's new canon cammy, which has the fish eye function. Damn coool. But not so cool to enlarge my face that muchh huhhh! For more photographs visit facebook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/S7mMunkcohI/AAAAAAAAAvU/W32q4NhAz6E/s320/26280_378281419774_714999774_3872457_3624650_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456547156059791890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/S7nbmBcoqmI/AAAAAAAAAvc/vifJuTIFsTI/s320/26280_378281414774_714999774_3872456_5105969_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456633869806119522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/S7mMNFjemoI/AAAAAAAAAvE/bFNTJ_eeFFM/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456546579993238146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/S7mMNmEwDaI/AAAAAAAAAvM/xiwK0CRRQHE/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456546588722728354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye-bye now! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;PS: I wish I had the ability to read minds! Because I hate to guess this and that, wishing I was right about this and wrong about that! Sooooo, tell me okay? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-1142296959967366865?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/1142296959967366865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-is-like-photography-you-use.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/1142296959967366865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/1142296959967366865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-is-like-photography-you-use.html' title='Life is like photography, we use the negatives to develop'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/S7mMunkcohI/AAAAAAAAAvU/W32q4NhAz6E/s72-c/26280_378281419774_714999774_3872457_3624650_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-7792381362708071071</id><published>2010-03-27T11:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T13:07:19.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May not be the brightest crayon in the box but still, my favorite color.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/S6120eZsXKI/AAAAAAAAAu8/rYMbnK6mTzs/s320/DSC00845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453145367701642402" border="0" /&gt;The sunset at Seletar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booooo! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hihi everybody, I'm finally back here to blog about late-March! Actually, ever since 2e2 didnt meet because of attachment, work, sch stuffs, holidays I've been kinda rotting at home and keeping myself occupied with something that is still in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahwells, my holidays are really mundane when I dont go on holiday that often. My last trip was like 2yrs back to Bangkok? Anddd last year's trip was cancelled due to the riots. This year end I wanna take the plane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I finally met up with starrs ytd night for dinner! Gina, Voney and Shihmei. A supposedly starrs dinner became a 2e2 one and turn back to starrs dinner! Because our dearest friends are all SO BUSY with school stuffs, holidaying, attachment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although dinnering with just starrs and that few of us, we manage to still get things going. Said everything we could think of and of course did a little shopping! Hehehhh. Andddd, I've got Nicholas Sparks' : The Last Song that was finally in smaller prints! Another sparks book to the collection! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to rot my holiday away this saturdy afternoon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-7792381362708071071?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/7792381362708071071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/03/may-not-be-brightest-crayon-in-box-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/7792381362708071071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/7792381362708071071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/03/may-not-be-brightest-crayon-in-box-but.html' title='May not be the brightest crayon in the box but still, my favorite color.'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/S6120eZsXKI/AAAAAAAAAu8/rYMbnK6mTzs/s72-c/DSC00845.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-8853726461775390260</id><published>2010-03-23T15:15:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T18:50:08.343+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boardofwisdom'/><title type='text'>the favourite hellos and the hardest goodbyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;10th grade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat there in English class, I  stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called "best friend". I  stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn't  notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and  asked me for the notes she had missed the day before and handed them to  her. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to  tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I  love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;11th grade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on  and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come  over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her  on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2  hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to  go to sleep. She looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the  cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be  just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Senior  year &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before prom she walked to my locker. My date is sick"  she said; he's not going to go well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th  grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go  together just as "best friends". So we did. Prom night, after everything  was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her as she  smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be  mine, but she isn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said  "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want  to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I  love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Graduation  Day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink,  it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an  angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she  didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home,  she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she  lifted her head from my shoulder and said, "you're my best friend,  thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her  to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just  too shy, and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Few Years Later &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting  married now. I watched her say "I do" and drive off to her new life,  married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't see me  like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and  said "you came!". She said "thanks" and kissed me on the cheek. I want  to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I  love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Funeral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years  passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my "best  friend". At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her  high school years. This is what it read: I stare at him wishing he was  mine, but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell  him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him  but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he  loved me! `I wish I did too...` I thought to my self, and I cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A special story to share, treasure what you think you should today!&lt;br /&gt;Never assume, when in doubt, pluck up the courage, and ask.&lt;br /&gt;But I know, it's easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On a random tuesday afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;I've no plans for today and am feeling so bored! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-8853726461775390260?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/8853726461775390260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/03/favourite-hellos-and-hardest-goodbyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/8853726461775390260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/8853726461775390260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/03/favourite-hellos-and-hardest-goodbyes.html' title='the favourite hellos and the hardest goodbyes'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-7845993323827866260</id><published>2010-03-17T14:14:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T22:03:53.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what about now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love treasure hunt surprise,&lt;br /&gt;just like the one before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I really enjoy spending time with you, even if we’re just going to be  sitting around and talking about nothing. There are a million things I  love about you, like your nose or the way you smile, the way you look me  in the eye, too. And I just get the greatest feeling when I make you  laugh. I feel as if my company makes you happy, and that’s what I wish  for you. For you to be happy. And when I see you laugh at my clumsy  ways, it just makes me want to spend the rest of my life with you so I  can see a smile on your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;-Eletheowl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-7845993323827866260?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/7845993323827866260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-love-treasure-hunt-surprise-just-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/7845993323827866260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/7845993323827866260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-love-treasure-hunt-surprise-just-like.html' title='what about now?'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-6303489869141844633</id><published>2010-03-13T19:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T15:15:55.508+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diagram by eletheowl'/><title type='text'>life spells it all</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/S5t22NNY0JI/AAAAAAAAAuk/p65h8UI8vhM/s320/tumblr_kud2e8l6bN1qzal4bo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448078847865573522" border="0" /&gt;I'm pretty sure everyone have their favourite month and the month they hate most of the year? Wells, September used to be the month I hated the most. But now, it no longer is! And there's when I feel myself growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies. I truly believe in this sentence now. Why do I feel that when we've all grown up, time seems come and go in a blink of the eye? And sometimes, the thought of growing up excites me sometimes, I just hate the fact that growing up is part of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-6303489869141844633?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/6303489869141844633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/03/which-is-favourite-month-of-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/6303489869141844633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/6303489869141844633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/03/which-is-favourite-month-of-year.html' title='life spells it all'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/S5t22NNY0JI/AAAAAAAAAuk/p65h8UI8vhM/s72-c/tumblr_kud2e8l6bN1qzal4bo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-7027341824769457064</id><published>2010-03-09T13:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T14:17:32.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a friendship i know it's worth to treasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/S5XjZsh5B-I/AAAAAAAAAuc/uar4UgkIr_s/s320/15007_354204426986_661651986_4073060_2878646_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446509354964027362" border="0" /&gt;For more photographs, please visit my Facebook or to directly to ZhiHao's profile. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I've promised, I'm back to blogging. Ohyes, everybody's changing to tumblr and I did wonder if I wanted to but no, I'm sticking to blogspot because I wouldnt be updating that regularly like I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past couple of days or at least the last week. They will probably be one of the greatest time of my holidays. Monday, the girls met up to get pressies for Erwin, Hihao, Voney. Thursday was  Voney's birthday celebration singing k with a cake and 2e2 photo album she requested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday- Sunday was CHALET with 2E2! :D We've done sooo much things during those time which I cant possibly name them all but nevertheless, times I had with 2E2 never failed to make me smile, make me forget all the troubles I had at that moment. I love laughing till our tummy aches, without saying much every single of them knew what I was thinking of. I used to think that, one can have ONE BF(best friend:) now, that's so not true. Because, I have 15 BFs! :) They are the ones who were there for me when I was down, never give up on me, tried all sorts of way just to make me smile. I'm really soo glad that each and everyone of us treasure this special relationship we shared and never doubt one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things we did during chalet in short forms:&lt;br /&gt;- we went ntuc shopping for BBQ and some necessities&lt;br /&gt;- we had macs breakfast, subway, just acia!&lt;br /&gt;- we played mahjong, drinking games, asshole taiti (I watched only because I didnt know how to play taiti!), werewolves game (MY FAVOURITE!)&lt;br /&gt;- we webcamed with wesley and played games with him&lt;br /&gt;- we squeeze tgt and fall asleep in the room tgt&lt;br /&gt;- we took afternoon naps&lt;br /&gt;- we drank wine, beer, vodka but at different intervals&lt;br /&gt;- we blast music&lt;br /&gt;- we got too loud at night that the uncle came complaining /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I will sound cheesy with the following sentence but I couldnt think of anything better to express how I feel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I really really really love 2E2'05 so so so much! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-7027341824769457064?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/7027341824769457064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/03/friendship-i-know-its-worth-to-treasure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/7027341824769457064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/7027341824769457064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/03/friendship-i-know-its-worth-to-treasure.html' title='a friendship i know it&apos;s worth to treasure'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/S5XjZsh5B-I/AAAAAAAAAuc/uar4UgkIr_s/s72-c/15007_354204426986_661651986_4073060_2878646_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-7020139744847180117</id><published>2010-02-27T01:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T22:15:42.970+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woanyin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wenchieh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daniel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shihmei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hihao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wesley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erwin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jyan'/><title type='text'>If we had to sum up friendship in a word, it will be 2e2'05.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/S4vMCvV8WJI/AAAAAAAAAuU/doJWdZWel54/s1600-h/27292_338389231986_661651986_4029949_7814281_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/S4vMCvV8WJI/AAAAAAAAAuU/doJWdZWel54/s320/27292_338389231986_661651986_4029949_7814281_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443668922047682706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY YOUR ATTACHMENT AT UK WESLEYY and see you in 4months time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because 2e2 is waiting for you to be back,&lt;br /&gt;because we all need to eat fish and chips together,&lt;br /&gt;because we all need to go island creamery together,&lt;br /&gt;because you still wanna eat my mum's mee siam and play wii,&lt;br /&gt;because we need wesley to come back with so much more stories to tell us&lt;br /&gt;because 2e2 has a thousands other outings waiting for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ps: So glad 2e2 loves this phrase, a phrase i stumbled upon on the internet. hehes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-7020139744847180117?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/7020139744847180117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-we-had-to-sum-up-friendship-in-word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/7020139744847180117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/7020139744847180117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-we-had-to-sum-up-friendship-in-word.html' title='If we had to sum up friendship in a word, it will be 2e2&apos;05.'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/S4vMCvV8WJI/AAAAAAAAAuU/doJWdZWel54/s72-c/27292_338389231986_661651986_4029949_7814281_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-7536891553007500740</id><published>2010-02-27T01:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T01:29:36.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the last post and i'll be back soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you for the time here and every single words you read.&lt;br /&gt;Off to somewhere quieter till I'm ready to get blogging going again!&lt;br /&gt;For now, last post will be for Wesley and 2e2.&lt;br /&gt;I will be back soonish.&lt;br /&gt;Till then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-7536891553007500740?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/7536891553007500740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/last-one-and-ill-be-back-when-i-feel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/7536891553007500740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/7536891553007500740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/last-one-and-ill-be-back-when-i-feel.html' title='the last post and i&apos;ll be back soon'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-8298395499633934487</id><published>2010-02-25T22:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T23:01:36.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an emo post right after the post of: no lah, today no emo post because this shall end the emo posts!</title><content type='html'>Maybe girls, i've thought it through and unlike Novell I'm not leaving mine till 31st Dec 2010! Hahas, because Novell and mine are different. Mine will be today because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, this thought came and tata; byebye, finally. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it's about time.&lt;br /&gt;Because I had enough.&lt;br /&gt;Because if I dont do this, I'll never get to do what I always always thought how they should be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-for everyone out there reading my blog be it secretly or i know who you are and the girls swixx, pris, novell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Especially for The one who always had to put on a happy front while talking to me and the whole world knows he isnt happy but me. Because I'm the one always making him sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-8298395499633934487?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/8298395499633934487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/emo-post-right-after-post-of-no-lah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/8298395499633934487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/8298395499633934487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/emo-post-right-after-post-of-no-lah.html' title='an emo post right after the post of: no lah, today no emo post because this shall end the emo posts!'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-572471807226497254</id><published>2010-02-24T01:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T01:08:51.685+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swixx'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pris'/><title type='text'>No lahs, today no emo post :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;That great everyday magic is discovering those who are strong enough to catch you. Those who care enough to reach out their arms and cushion your fall. And I think that’s what’s so wonderful about life - you never know when you’ll stumble upon these kinds of marvelous people, or when they’ll stumble onto you. And as terrifying as it sounds, the greatest thing that could ever happen to us is to slip up in the wind and float down into that fall. Because you never know who will be waiting for you at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Eletheowl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spend our whole lives worrying about the future, planning for the future, trying to predict the future, as if figuring it out will cushion the blow. But the future is always changing. The future is the home of our deepest fears and wildest hopes. But one thing is certain when it finally reveals itself. The future is never the way we imagined it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-                                                                                      Grey’s Anatomy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-572471807226497254?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/572471807226497254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-lahs-today-no-emo-post_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/572471807226497254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/572471807226497254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-lahs-today-no-emo-post_24.html' title='No lahs, today no emo post :)'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-5649064069546815336</id><published>2010-02-22T16:12:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T16:28:29.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>giraffes and me! dont ask me why i like giraffes okay?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/S4I8mobU_0I/AAAAAAAAAuE/h3KbN2IV5Q8/s320/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440977934201716546" border="0" /&gt;Tata! Actually, I'm suppose to be packing my desk today and yes I'm! Halfway through. Hehe and I was rearranging my giraffessss. Then I thought I should take a photograph of them, to show you what I see on my study table whenever I study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left to right okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;The two giraffes looking upwards was bought in Bangkok 2 years back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little book with post-its in it, in between the standing giraffes, was given to me by someone and it's from artbox! I'm not telling who gave it to me because I need permission from this person! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you see the smiley giraffe? That's from Gina! It was a christmas gifts many years back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the small little giraffe face keychain which looks like biscuit, that was given by Zhihao that he bought in Hokkaido(I think it that's where he went holidaying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you see a watch with the giraffe holder? The watch was given by my cousin and the holder mummy bought it for me plus the eraser that is sitting down, cos the legs kinda too weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the BIG giraffe pencil case and bookmark was given by Janice, bookmark was for birthday and pencil case was a random gift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last by not least, the thing I bought myself was this small giraffe pouch lying on top of the giraffe holder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOhhh, and you see the cinderelly? Hahha, that's my birthday gift from yanren and the girls last year, I love the sound it plays. Some random days, I would just take it out and play the music. Smoothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to make you guys bored with this whole chunk of paragprahs. But you know, I really dont mind more giraffes on the desk! Andddd, there's actually more giraffes in my room just that they are too big for my desk that I placed them elsewhere! I'm still searching for more! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love packing my desk because not only does it brings back memories, I will never fail to open this BIG BOX where I kept everything in it. Sentimental person. I know. :) But at least, they never fail to make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be back l8rs! When I'm done packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-5649064069546815336?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/5649064069546815336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/giraffe-and-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/5649064069546815336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/5649064069546815336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/giraffe-and-me.html' title='giraffes and me! dont ask me why i like giraffes okay?'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/S4I8mobU_0I/AAAAAAAAAuE/h3KbN2IV5Q8/s72-c/2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-7269220740913090959</id><published>2010-02-20T19:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T19:46:00.247+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eletheowl'/><title type='text'>it's one of those day that reminds you of just about everything you dont want to.</title><content type='html'>How can time be a measure of feelings? When you love someone it doesn’t matter if you’ve loved them a day, a week or a month or even a year. Feelings are feelings, and feelings stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="title"&gt;Part of me is afraid to get close to people because I'm afraid they're going to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I have a listening ear right now by the right person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-7269220740913090959?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/7269220740913090959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-one-of-those-day-that-reminds-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/7269220740913090959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/7269220740913090959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-one-of-those-day-that-reminds-you.html' title='it&apos;s one of those day that reminds you of just about everything you dont want to.'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-3048030390438988691</id><published>2010-02-20T17:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:18:29.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;**Waves frantically to holidays!**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;18th february&lt;/span&gt; was spent with a few of classmates having lunch at swensens at ion. walked around, talked alot till i got so thirsty and tired. anddddd, i bought an nice top from zara kids because bird show it to me and it's giraffeeeee. i already wore the tee out hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;18th february&lt;/span&gt; kinda marks the end of year 2, and this semester was a fruitful one because not only did the class became closer, i've got to know everyone so much better that i get to see the crazy and giggly side of everybody especially while waiting for our lectures by the doctors to start and since they are always busy and late, the class ends up playing the dumbest games we can think of but nevertheless having fun at the same time. i wish year 3 dont have to come and end that fast, i'm not ready for what's going to happen after that. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish was more adaptable to changes than to be afraid of them. but being afraid is part of everyone isnt it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;19th february&lt;/span&gt; was spent shoppppingggg for sis impt event of the year. i've got dress and my first pair of heely heels! i'm sooooo in love with that pair of heels that i cant wait to wear it! luckily we had this nikon bag (i got from buying my dslr) that we named it our shopping bag that we never fail to bring it out to stuff everything in there. my are leggs acchinggg! oooohhhhh, and i got my giraffey mechanical pencil that i failed to during shopping with the girls the day before because that shop doesnt have the freaking cap to cap the tooopppp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;20th february&lt;/span&gt; which is today! i finished my book in a day. Nicholas Sparks' Message In A Bottle. Message in a Bottle left me teary and it was really one page after another.  That puts another tick to the books i've read under Nicholas Sparks. i'm looking for The Choice, so if you happen to see it let me know okay? And, i cant wait to read his latest; The Last Song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah wells, I'm kinda lazy to blog in long chunks of paragraphs, so summary k! Andddd, photographs of everything should I be in the mood to take themmm. I cant stop staring at my new heely heeelsss! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-3048030390438988691?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/3048030390438988691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/missing-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/3048030390438988691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/3048030390438988691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/missing-out.html' title='missing out'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-1325192451462959329</id><published>2010-02-15T17:17:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T18:16:36.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Happy Lunar New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/S3kRVZxReNI/AAAAAAAAAtU/tmf6KcW7yP8/s320/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438397084419061970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been kinda long since I've blogged. The reason for that is because my com wasnt on since I last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up supperrrbblyy early on New Year's Eve, helping mummy with the household chores of preparing dishes, changing the bedsheets, cleaning up the place and what not. Anddddd, I spent 1.5hours cleaning and washing the car with my sis. We had to wash, wax and every other thing to the car which was sparkling clean at the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year! Every year's the same, nothing much to pretty elaborate about! And here I'm second day of cny yet I'm blogging, wondering why I can be home while the rest are at grandma's place playing Blackjack? That's because grandma stays right above us! Interesting eh? Heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/S3kRWBL2WAI/AAAAAAAAAtk/JJeDdZzv6lE/s320/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438397094999513090" border="0" /&gt;The Fake Flowers mummy got ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/S3kRVj3xU7I/AAAAAAAAAtc/IG_5g8_tGtU/s320/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438397087130670002" border="0" /&gt;The food I told you guys about and I promised a photograph of it. BUT! This is not all alright! That's like moreee behind them. Mwahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/S3kRp4TssgI/AAAAAAAAAt0/QZiQIl01IF4/s320/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438397436213899778" border="0" /&gt;Lastly! A picture of myself on cny day 1 with my new dressyy. Ohhh, and my bangs. Hehehhehh. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more photographs; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=148775&amp;amp;id=567113674&amp;amp;l=06e4bce025"&gt;Click me!&lt;/a&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:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  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:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&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/7910568199641870786-1325192451462959329?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/1325192451462959329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/greetings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/1325192451462959329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/1325192451462959329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/greetings.html' title='Greetings!'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/S3kRVZxReNI/AAAAAAAAAtU/tmf6KcW7yP8/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-3619603440032771047</id><published>2010-02-14T00:00:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T18:38:11.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You and I makes We.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Happy Valentine Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/S3kcHkt_wBI/AAAAAAAAAt8/QyvdOemUW04/s320/val.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438408941467844626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Eletheowl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Just because I'm different from the girls I know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; it doesnt mean I choose things to be this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Yes, I'm sticking to my point of view, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I dont change THAT fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;How can I tell you I love you, when just a moment ago I wasnt even thinking of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Those who truely understand, will understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Those who dont, will never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;That little incident you put me through, made me grew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-just jessie's little point of view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-3619603440032771047?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/3619603440032771047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/uy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/3619603440032771047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/3619603440032771047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/uy.html' title='You and I makes We.'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/S3kcHkt_wBI/AAAAAAAAAt8/QyvdOemUW04/s72-c/val.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-2322848045713502049</id><published>2010-02-11T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T12:07:07.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>by eletheowl</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/S3OCS2eY3sI/AAAAAAAAAtM/I0sFoufTUac/s320/tumblr_kthw53iCtE1qzal4bo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436832435538550466" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-2322848045713502049?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/2322848045713502049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/by-eletheowl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/2322848045713502049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/2322848045713502049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/by-eletheowl.html' title='by eletheowl'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/S3OCS2eY3sI/AAAAAAAAAtM/I0sFoufTUac/s72-c/tumblr_kthw53iCtE1qzal4bo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-2605801054336532782</id><published>2010-02-10T16:44:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T17:17:51.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mwahaha, bangs :p</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/S3J0_HkYHII/AAAAAAAAAtE/DnfrcuVSFOY/s320/DSC007082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436536327901813890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's photo is taken like 5mins ago! Sorry I missed the PH of 'Pharmacology'. Main thing is not my giraffe clip but the words thus, blurred giraffe clip and focused words. And I somehow die also want the giraffe clip in the photo! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yipeeeee! Comms is OVER! I'm sooo glad, because I never like language modules. So glad I survived today's roleplay, wasnt as bad as I thought it will be. You have noooo idea how glad I am laaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper on friday is only ONE CHAPTER! :D I soooo like Ms Joanne Lin laaaaaa. Today while swixx and I was walking to class for our test we saw her and she disturbed us, saying we late for test alr still walk so slow. Whenever we talk to her, we will forever see her smiling. It makes you smile and feel happy too! Probably the first lecturer that we are that close with. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with mum and dad todayy only because sisters are both out for dinner! I better start thinking what's for dinner because I'm bound to be the one suggesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-2605801054336532782?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/2605801054336532782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/bangs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/2605801054336532782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/2605801054336532782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/bangs.html' title='mwahaha, bangs :p'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/S3J0_HkYHII/AAAAAAAAAtE/DnfrcuVSFOY/s72-c/DSC007082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-9089178743222127624</id><published>2010-02-09T15:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T19:10:29.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spells G.I.R.A.F.F.E!</title><content type='html'>Aiyyaaaaa, I was just too bored and lazy to study for comms. So ended up I changed back to my previous previous blogskin! :D OHYESSS, this blogskin &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;works better&lt;/span&gt; if you view it with&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Internet Explorer&lt;/span&gt;! So if you're using IE it's looooks soo much betterr!!! Too bad I'm using firefox. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's ecg module is probably the harder one compared to the previous two heart modules. But nevertheless, it's over! Left with pharm maths and pharmacology. PLUS Comms, which I cannot wait to get over with because I'm kinda afraid of tomorrow's role play test! :( Wish me goood lucks! I need loads of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait for tomorrow to be over!!! I'm off to pack my heart notes aside because it's piling up on my deskkkkk! And maybe start comms? Because I have shows to watch tonight! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goood-byeeies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//7:12pm;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes I wish you were here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-9089178743222127624?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/9089178743222127624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/spells-giraffe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/9089178743222127624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/9089178743222127624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/spells-giraffe.html' title='Spells G.I.R.A.F.F.E!'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-6541449165104916508</id><published>2010-02-08T16:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T17:15:27.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because the heart gets everything going, without the heart nothing ever works in your body.</title><content type='html'>Helloooooies! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I sat down today and really studied for tomorrow's paper. Initially I had 5days to study for this paper but let me break it down for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday; after general cardiology paper I've decided to take a break = no study.&lt;br /&gt;Friday; I went shopping = no study, maybe just a little at night.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday,Sunday= everyone's at home = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TONNES&lt;/span&gt; of distractions = half study.&lt;br /&gt;Monday= &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FINALLY sat down to study because nobody's home today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Simply cant wait&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;for this week to be overrrrr, means cny's coming so is my holidayyys! I've come to realise, my house's getting redder by the day, okayy I cant seem to find another word that's more suitable, so that's the word. Mummy have been buying cny decorations. Andddd, the cofffee table is FULL of FOOD. Love it know! Whenever I'm sitting in the living room, you'll never see me empty handed! I shall take a picture to show you guys soonish k! When mummy place the nice cloth over during cny eve then I shall show it to you guys! Which also means I can touch my cammyy! Yipppeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smell KFC for dinner!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-6541449165104916508?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/6541449165104916508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/learning-to-read-ecgs-is-coolest-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/6541449165104916508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/6541449165104916508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/learning-to-read-ecgs-is-coolest-thing.html' title='Because the heart gets everything going, without the heart nothing ever works in your body.'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-1672945709730075081</id><published>2010-02-06T22:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T23:20:37.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You dont give reasons, they are just excuses. If you are not up to it, dont do it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Peeekkk-a-booooooooooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/S22GcIyouVI/AAAAAAAAAs8/bOgP9npUFXc/s320/DSC006932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435148143260383570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was spent with mummy and sis, a supposely shopping trip ended up like a eat-only-trip.  That's how I spent my friday awayyy. Today, was spent TRYING to study for my 3rd paper. Wells, at least I got started a little! I'm in my holiday-mooood alreadyyyy. HELPPPP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohohhhh, photo above is my new set of bobby pins! Got them a few weeks back, till I got so bored that I took picture of them ;) So sad their bobby pins doesnt have giraffe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis gotten her Htc Hero that works on the Android system. Real cool! So while we was waiting to get her phone, I was looking around and playing with the phones on display. Guess what, HD2's realllyy HUUUGGGEEE. I LIKKKEEES. Satio didnt turn out that nice afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me for my jump of topics that sudden in this post. I'm off to read my notes for ECG and reallyyy get startedddd. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9th feb: CT0021&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10th feb: comms skills roleplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;12th feb: CP2062&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;18th feb: CP2052.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HOLIDAYS:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-1672945709730075081?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/1672945709730075081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-dont-give-reasons-they-are-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/1672945709730075081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/1672945709730075081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-dont-give-reasons-they-are-just.html' title='You dont give reasons, they are just excuses. If you are not up to it, dont do it.'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/S22GcIyouVI/AAAAAAAAAs8/bOgP9npUFXc/s72-c/DSC006932.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-3573915955425242732</id><published>2010-02-04T20:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T22:33:04.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess afterall, up till now and till the end, the question will remain unanswered. Sometimes I just wish it didnt happen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/S2rFKVWjqHI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Wf6vC1qFv3o/s320/DSC00506222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434372681697044594" border="0" /&gt;Taken while I was waiting for Bird during school days, I cant remember when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today's picture came about from my phone because I was transferring my stuffs to my com so I can frigging do the software update for my phone. Since I was thinking of not changing my phone for now because I really love my camera function on my phone. Sis is tempting me with SE Satio which looks real cool with the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, at least my phone is working faster though I spent sometime fiddling with it. Updating my phone with the software means I have to start everything all over again. I had to set my time/date/wifi/mms/internet settings and what not. At least I'm done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the next paper is on tuesday! I haven got started because I was so tired today, and tomorrow will be spent shopping so I guess Saturday-Monday for seven chapters should be enough? With five chapters from mst. SURE CAN LAAA. ;O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoppingg with mummyyyy and sis tomorrooow! Yayyyys! Means I'm getting new clothings and everything thing else. Love grocery shopping, hopefully mum wants to go to the supermarket tomorroooooow. Then I can top my junkkk foood up! Stocks are running loooow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of my grumbles and complains. I'm off to spend some quality time alone. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-3573915955425242732?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/3573915955425242732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-have-no-title-for-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/3573915955425242732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/3573915955425242732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-have-no-title-for-today.html' title='I guess afterall, up till now and till the end, the question will remain unanswered. Sometimes I just wish it didnt happen.'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/S2rFKVWjqHI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Wf6vC1qFv3o/s72-c/DSC00506222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-3951915552080338117</id><published>2010-02-03T18:15:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T18:32:46.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking to Non-responsive lecture notes</title><content type='html'>Hehe, pardon me for two posts in a day. Really cannot help it, I was halfway through studying for tomorrow's paper that I'm soooooo bored and tired of it. So, I've decided to blog since it's my break time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a stack of notes infront of me this thick (compare with my little camera to let you guys know how thick it is):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/S2lN9cbCHyI/AAAAAAAAAss/cZftgSakdGM/s320/DSC006882.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433960143396151074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to get these information in my mind, I have to talk to them. Repeat the words from the lecture notes. And the bad thing is, they dont response. Hmms, but if they response I probably will freak out. Okayy, ironic and contradicting I know I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhohhh, I have this suppeerrrr funny story to share. This morning Bird and I was on the empty train to school and Pris was suppose to board the train at Bedok. Thinking that Pris should know the timing of the empty train by now, I didnt remind Bird to text her or anything. And when the train reaches bedok, this very cute bird suddenly jumps up from her seat just a little and say OMG, PRIS! Then I turned my head looking that pris was already boarding the train! That priceless face on Bird was soooo cute I swear, it kinda made my day and I was no longer sleepy this morning. Love Bird laaa! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooookiee, back to study now! Hihi &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;heart failure, stable angina pectoris, acute coronary syndrome, valvular disease, coronary artery pass by graft, stress testing, heart transplant, stress echo, coronary artery disease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You guys are my best friends! So make things easy for me to study okay? Let me survive tonight and tomorrow's paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gooodbye-ies! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-3951915552080338117?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/3951915552080338117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/talking-to-non-responsive-lecture-notes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/3951915552080338117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/3951915552080338117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/talking-to-non-responsive-lecture-notes.html' title='Talking to Non-responsive lecture notes'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/S2lN9cbCHyI/AAAAAAAAAss/cZftgSakdGM/s72-c/DSC006882.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-7591347447492924037</id><published>2010-02-03T15:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T15:14:50.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At least I can tell myself : I've tried.</title><content type='html'>They have turn from expectations to disappointment. Then you smile laughing at all the silly things you did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-7591347447492924037?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/7591347447492924037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/at-least-i-can-tell-myself-ive-tried.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/7591347447492924037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/7591347447492924037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/at-least-i-can-tell-myself-ive-tried.html' title='At least I can tell myself : I&apos;ve tried.'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-209831983407768963</id><published>2010-02-02T10:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T10:36:02.602+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eletheowl'/><title type='text'>Life is already complicated as it is. You don’t need people to weigh you down, people to disappoint you.</title><content type='html'>Nownownow, I know I should be studying but mummy just told me we might be changing phones on friday! But, looking at both htc and my current phone. I still prefer the camera on my c905. Ohhmygoshhhh, im getting indecisive again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off for breakfast with mummy, then start studying for CT0013! In the meantime, I still have days to consider if i should change... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-209831983407768963?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/209831983407768963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-is-already-complicated-as-it-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/209831983407768963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/209831983407768963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-is-already-complicated-as-it-is.html' title='Life is already complicated as it is. You don’t need people to weigh you down, people to disappoint you.'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-6016109078825589113</id><published>2010-01-31T22:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T23:01:13.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It’s the little things that mean the most, but break your heart all the same.</title><content type='html'>but everything will be so much better tomorrow! ; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-6016109078825589113?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/6016109078825589113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-little-things-that-mean-most-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/6016109078825589113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/6016109078825589113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-little-things-that-mean-most-but.html' title='It’s the little things that mean the most, but break your heart all the same.'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-8937057797310982138</id><published>2010-01-31T13:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T13:26:35.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangs or not?</title><content type='html'>nothing really interesting this week because my days was spent studying and watching teevee during breaks. ahhhwells, simply cannot wait for cny to come know! which means jessie is left with one paper to study, a paper with two topics and credit unit 2 ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oohhhoohhhh, and i have no idea when my phone is coming to me! because i'll have to wait for my sis to get the phone tgt! NVM! i'll waittt! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andddd, im wondering if i should cut bangs for cny? or to pin my fringe uppp. mummy thinks pinning it up goes better with the dress i bought for cny. but i kinda miss my bangs. indecisiveeee meeee. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maybe you guys can decide for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazingly, i stopped drawing on my papers when i'm memorising my stuffs therefore have no photographs to post. and i realise, i haven touch my camera for ...... no idea how long (should be after mummy's birthday this year). thus, cny come nooow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goooodbyeeeies! off to rot a little while before i start studying AGAIN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-8937057797310982138?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/8937057797310982138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/01/bangs-or-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/8937057797310982138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/8937057797310982138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/01/bangs-or-not.html' title='Bangs or not?'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-2728772268420155317</id><published>2010-01-28T20:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T20:58:56.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANT THEM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HD2!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;http://www.htc.com/www/product/hd2/overview.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Diamond2!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.htc.com/www/product/touchdiamond2/overview.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like them both. Ohmygoshhh, I cant decide. Someone tell me which? Andd, I should be studying instead. Hehe. Getting so eggcited because I can change phone! *double twists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-2728772268420155317?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/2728772268420155317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-want-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/2728772268420155317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/2728772268420155317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-want-them.html' title='I WANT THEM!'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-3556446548709462576</id><published>2010-01-26T21:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T21:39:46.773+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eletheowl'/><title type='text'>It's the way you make me laugh when I don't even wanna smile.</title><content type='html'>Pract tests are over! So glad I survived them, the thought of it still freaks me out. The waiting this afternoon almost killed me, literally sitting there from 2-5 just to wait for my turn. Nice PohLeng came up and brought us snacks. Ohoh, and Nisah was soooo nice dropping clues here and there. Therefore I conclude invasive part was much much better than non-invasive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahwells! I'm off to finished up pharm math tutorial! I so cannot wait to get on my bed and get my sleeeeeeeeeeeepppp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gooood-the-byeeeees! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-3556446548709462576?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/3556446548709462576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-way-you-make-me-laugh-when-i-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/3556446548709462576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/3556446548709462576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-way-you-make-me-laugh-when-i-dont.html' title='It&apos;s the way you make me laugh when I don&apos;t even wanna smile.'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-4266362132463446394</id><published>2010-01-24T17:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T17:52:30.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B.O.R.E.D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/S1wWq8KA-II/AAAAAAAAAsk/8MC_p2X6yTs/s320/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430240177660426370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happens when studying gets too boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect more of these for the following posts! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-4266362132463446394?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/4266362132463446394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/01/bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/4266362132463446394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/4266362132463446394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/01/bored.html' title='B.O.R.E.D'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/S1wWq8KA-II/AAAAAAAAAsk/8MC_p2X6yTs/s72-c/3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-984827793999006755</id><published>2010-01-23T10:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T11:52:52.091+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-quotes by Eletheowl'/><title type='text'>Smile. Let everyone know that today you’re a lot stronger than you were yesterday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="quote long"&gt;The important thing is to not be bitter about life’s disappointments. Learn to let go of the past. and recognize that every day wont be sunny. And when you find yourself in the darkness of despair remember, it’s only in the black of night, that you can see the stars. And those stars will lead you back home. So don’t be afraid to make mistakes, to stumble and fall, because most of the time the greatest rewards come from doing the things that scare you the most. Maybe you’ll get everything you wished for. Maybe you’ll get more than you could’ve imagined. who knows where life will take you, the road is long. And in the end, the journey is the destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that non-invasive part of pract test is over(which I guess was okay until HA comes into the picture!) But ahwells, it's over shall not dwell on it anymore. I guess fathimah and julaiha cheered up the class with the class each giving a chinese word and they have to guess what it means. It was super funnyyy, kinda made me forgot about HA for that moment. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school I went to pasir ris to change my blurr blurr mama clothing, she bought it and didnt realise it wasnt the one she wanted. BUT! When I went there, the person told me the design was the same, but the placement is kinda different and yeappyy the one mama tried was nicer so ended up I went to change for a different piecee. Then I got home! Went Bedok last night with my family to do our little grocery shopping, I love doing shopping like this with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week comes invasive and then exams which marks the end of year 2 in poly. Then comes cny! Before that, I need to work hard for my grades. Off for breakfast then studyy for my invasive pract test. Can I not study for invasive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-984827793999006755?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/984827793999006755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/01/smile-let-everyone-know-that-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/984827793999006755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/984827793999006755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/01/smile-let-everyone-know-that-today.html' title='Smile. Let everyone know that today you’re a lot stronger than you were yesterday.'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-7944498958624637217</id><published>2010-01-21T12:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T12:12:29.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Song Stucked In My Head.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="200" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CQeAQQBf9pY&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CQeAQQBf9pY&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to study for pract testtttt tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-7944498958624637217?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/7944498958624637217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/01/song-stucked-in-my-head.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/7944498958624637217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/7944498958624637217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/01/song-stucked-in-my-head.html' title='The Song Stucked In My Head.'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-1125103869610408631</id><published>2010-01-20T19:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T21:01:48.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Yvette's Drawing Of Jessie Jie Jie</title><content type='html'>Meet my youngest cousin Yvette! The vain little girl with tons of questions that you will never finish answering them. Once in a while, I learn new things from her I never knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/S1bvp8FWnOI/AAAAAAAAAsc/sSGxgyx6qGc/s320/DSC00611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428789904623967458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/S1bu6f1GKZI/AAAAAAAAAsU/cX0InRxZTKw/s320/21076_256816051945_625731945_3832583_583075_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428789089585736082" border="0" /&gt;Yvette says: Come come Jessie Jie Jie, let me draw you. Jessie Jie Jie wears spects (that explains that line across the eye), Jessie Jie Jie has long hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I pretty much have to sit still while she draws! Welllss, she's only 3 and have the idea that a person has two eyes, two ears, a nose, a mouth, two hands, two legs. I'm impressed! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooohooo! Presentation for comms is overrrr! ;) Got home early today, took nappp and I have been doing nothing ever since I woke up and I'm off to watch a little tv before I start studying for my non-invasive test on Friday! And start a little on my individual reflection for Pharamaco! ANDDD, THERE'S NOOOO SCHOOOOL TMR! YAY! :D Happpyyyyy~~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-1125103869610408631?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/1125103869610408631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/01/yvettes-drawing-of-jessie-jie-jie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/1125103869610408631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/1125103869610408631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/01/yvettes-drawing-of-jessie-jie-jie.html' title='Little Yvette&apos;s Drawing Of Jessie Jie Jie'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/S1bvp8FWnOI/AAAAAAAAAsc/sSGxgyx6qGc/s72-c/DSC00611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-1217608590118410145</id><published>2010-01-17T15:12:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T15:22:52.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我怕太超現實的快樂 只是你借給我的.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H5SOEoHnAUQ&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H5SOEoHnAUQ&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="360" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-1217608590118410145?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/1217608590118410145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/1217608590118410145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/1217608590118410145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='我怕太超現實的快樂 只是你借給我的.'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-8608986185719068360</id><published>2010-01-14T20:32:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T21:21:41.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attachment at Heart Centre.</title><content type='html'>Pretty soon attachment is ending for year 2 sem 2 and that makes up half the attachment. Still remembering how I complained that attachment will be tiring and stuff just during the first day of orientation. How I dread the first day to come. But it turns out, I enjoyed myself so much that I doubt I can finish describing in just paragraphs. Not only was the trainers nice to all us, we seemed to become friends with them. They care, they joke, they make fun, they laugh at our silly mistakes and we learned. Besides this, attachment made the class bonded. Something that makes this attachment so much forward looking, so much laughter that always made my tummy ache and the class so giggly. These are stuffs that I never imagine I will get to experience through this attachment because I always thought attachment was a boring must-do in poly. Really really glad to have choosen cardiac. Remembering how I struggled between the two options during year 1. I feel attachment changed me. I did things that I never knew I will be confident of, not afraid of. Learning to be independent, speaking to patients and feeling what they feel. Attachment made me more confident in terms of speaking up and caring for those who need us. The sense of satisfaction I get  from attachment everyday is priceless. The smiles on patients showed how appreciative they were when they thanked us, never failed to make my day. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-8608986185719068360?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/8608986185719068360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/01/attachment-at-heart-centre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/8608986185719068360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/8608986185719068360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/01/attachment-at-heart-centre.html' title='Attachment at Heart Centre.'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-94755555372512663</id><published>2010-01-13T19:18:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T20:30:14.734+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why do all good things come to an end? -Eletheowl'/><title type='text'>It’s one day longer since the last time I saw you &amp; it’s one day closer to the next time I will.</title><content type='html'>Finally gotten back pharmaco results, should say am glad about the results but it always could have been better. But, it's good enough for me :) Gotten all my mst results back and pretty much satisfied with the results! Maintain it Jessie, yes maintain. Hardwork comes alonnggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Expectations&lt;/span&gt; they have for me is making me tired. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you are one of them too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and Dad doesnt even expect that much from me. Really. I'm just trying to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up thinking this was easy. But now, I know it's not.&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/7910568199641870786-94755555372512663?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/94755555372512663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-one-day-closer-to-next-time-i-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/94755555372512663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/94755555372512663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-one-day-closer-to-next-time-i-will.html' title='It’s one day longer since the last time I saw you &amp; it’s one day closer to the next time I will.'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-345254687818039331</id><published>2010-01-12T19:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T19:37:00.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at the end, they will feel the same feelings and you left them crying.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/S0xePkOi1iI/AAAAAAAAAsM/FZS8LEdQu0Q/s320/DSC_01182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425815272590333474" border="0" /&gt;GIRAFFEYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ps: place your cursor at the photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-345254687818039331?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/345254687818039331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/01/at-end-they-will-feel-same-feelings-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/345254687818039331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/345254687818039331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/01/at-end-they-will-feel-same-feelings-and.html' title='at the end, they will feel the same feelings and you left them crying.'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/S0xePkOi1iI/AAAAAAAAAsM/FZS8LEdQu0Q/s72-c/DSC_01182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-5061239448905235389</id><published>2010-01-11T15:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T19:23:15.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just drop by on itouch to say;</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY DEAREST MUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-5061239448905235389?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/5061239448905235389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-drop-by-to-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/5061239448905235389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/5061239448905235389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-drop-by-to-say.html' title='just drop by on itouch to say;'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910568199641870786.post-8349991186347355440</id><published>2010-01-10T14:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T14:35:38.319+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In the end we only regret the chances we didn’t take the relationships we were afraid to have and the decisions we waited too long to make. -Eletheowl'/><title type='text'>i want my sticky chewy chocolate!</title><content type='html'>soooo disappointed! went to airport t3 earl swesens with my family yesterday night about 10, and their last order was at 1015, closes at 1030 which results in all of us not being able to have ourr ice creammm! went to xinwang cafe instead, had their mango dessert and sandwichh. yummmyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i left home for icecream, 2e2 (vonnes, hihao, jyan) came over to my place because they said they needed the toliet! tskkk right? hahahahha. as usual, we talked rubbishhh. and look at what they did to my notes! vandalismmmm laaaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/S0lygJBujlI/AAAAAAAAAsE/8LxsgJkjr5I/s320/DSC006092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424993122649017938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's sundayyy alreadyyyy! :( why does weekend pass so fast. i sense monday blueeessss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910568199641870786-8349991186347355440?l=jessieesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/feeds/8349991186347355440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-want-my-sticky-chewy-chocolate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/8349991186347355440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910568199641870786/posts/default/8349991186347355440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessieesays.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-want-my-sticky-chewy-chocolate.html' title='i want my sticky chewy chocolate!'/><author><name>Jessie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7glAOo_Ogc/S0lygJBujlI/AAAAAAAAAsE/8LxsgJkjr5I/s72-c/DSC006092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
