<?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-30730523</id><updated>2011-10-05T02:05:35.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mine.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>118</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-4133171440964387208</id><published>2011-08-27T16:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T16:44:23.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Tahoma } --&gt;&lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt;&lt;div dir='ltr'&gt; Friday - &lt;BR&gt; Run, lunch, shop, slushie, beach, fun waves, beach, mist&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; and then - &lt;BR&gt; lasagna, walk,mist mist mist, low thick mist, trip, fall, mist mist mist&lt;BR&gt; bike ride, uni drive, waratah, mayfield, stag.&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; set off-&lt;BR&gt; ride ride ride and rideeeeeeeee&lt;BR&gt; newcastle, night, mist mist mist&lt;BR&gt; coal, industrial, fear, don't want hospital&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; drinks!-&lt;BR&gt; ride ride ride and rideeeeeeeee&lt;BR&gt; islington river, foreshore, fisherman boats, foreshore&lt;BR&gt; lights, ships, mist&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; faster!-&lt;BR&gt; restaurants, drunks, honk!&lt;BR&gt; nobbys wall, very scared, waves, sea water&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; hunter street!-&lt;BR&gt; ride ride ride and rideeeeeeeee&lt;BR&gt; traffic lights, cars, slowpoke&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; mystery location!-&lt;BR&gt; no id, cranky, sore&lt;BR&gt; cranky, pie, cold.&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; MYSTERY BIKE RIDE - FANFLIPPINTASTIC FRIDAY!&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-4133171440964387208?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/4133171440964387208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=4133171440964387208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/4133171440964387208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/4133171440964387208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2011/08/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-3237761410778072501</id><published>2011-02-08T01:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T01:56:09.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MahJong</title><content type='html'>All I've done today is&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wake at 2pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;laundry, gardening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;walk to LeeYa - Nasi Lemak, Teh Ais, Roti Bom, Teh Ais (All for RM10!) and&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Thousand Splendid Suns&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;walk home, sit at pool with &lt;i&gt;ATSS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;come home, use computer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eat dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;play mahjong, Chengs come, play mahjong, play mahjong, play mahjong, play mahjong, play mahjong, play mahjong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to stay here forever!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-3237761410778072501?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/3237761410778072501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=3237761410778072501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/3237761410778072501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/3237761410778072501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2011/02/mahjong.html' title='MahJong'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-2480427476459607151</id><published>2011-01-25T18:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T19:05:27.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T.I.I</title><content type='html'>To whom it may concern,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The c button on this key board doesn't really work. My fingers also don't really work. In fact there are many parts of me that don't really work now. Welcome to India  (one week later).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, we were 3 on a scooter. One with her butt hanging off the seat. Bumps and 3 people on bike don't go well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Kolkata, it was fairly rat free for the entire stay. Until the LAST night. I came this close to jumping sreaming and everything that equals I'M-GOING-TO-DIE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a secret language between us. It involves 5 fingers opening and closing like a bird beak. Meaning - HAGGLE. Especially with taxi men who want to charge you 10 rupees more than the agreed price.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want to feel safe in India, or at least Chennai, go to the cinema. In the cinema, you remove the battery from your camera, your water bottle label gets snipped off and they actually go through the contents of your bag rather than take a quick look. Forget about airport-is-safe. In the ladies line at security, you go to a secured booth to get searched, your boarding pass gets a stamp, you need stamped tags on your bags but... when at the gate, if your tag has the wrong date and the male security guard stops you, all you say is "We were at the LADIES LINE" and all is forgiven. So, cinema trumps airport. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want to volunteer at the Missionaries of Charity in Kolkata, be sure to have changed diapers at least once in your life before. It comes in handy when you are asked to change many diapers one after another. You also will not apologise to the poor baby who would have to endure your poor skills. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you ever do decide India is a place to visit, be sure to bring along a million copies of your passport. This is what they require at internet places, phone places and maybe even toilets? Maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you get a toilet roll that is a tenth of your normal sized one. DO NOT FRET! The person who handed it to you did not take it out of his/her own toilet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when all else fails, just remember and keep repeating to yourself. T.I.I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS IS INDIA!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-2480427476459607151?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/2480427476459607151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=2480427476459607151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/2480427476459607151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/2480427476459607151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2011/01/tii.html' title='T.I.I'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-165684488580825144</id><published>2011-01-16T14:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T14:28:03.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like THAT</title><content type='html'>I like that my blinds are open today.&lt;div&gt;I like that it is raining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like that the sky is White with mist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like that I have soft music plus rain drizzle sounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like that I have fishballs in my tummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like that I go on a plane in two days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like that I have a backpack to pack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like that I like all this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also like my mummy. alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-165684488580825144?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/165684488580825144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=165684488580825144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/165684488580825144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/165684488580825144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-like-that.html' title='I Like THAT'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-104756569748167371</id><published>2011-01-07T01:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T01:43:45.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swiss Emmental and Blue</title><content type='html'>Tonight, I sit on my floor bed eating cheese from a knife, drinking sweet tea from a bottle and read The End of a Spear. So much for the 1 hour walk around the condo today. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This cheese is delicious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lay in bed worrying about many things. About India, God, friends, love. And I was overwhelmed to the point of eat-cheese-at 1.30am. Eww, I just chewed on a piece of cheese wax, thinking excitedly that I was about to consume blue cheese. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that's the real stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read blogs of people whom I look up to for their wisdom and thought provoking writing. Who share their life like I'm a trusted friend. I read their writings of unique struggles as they live in circumstances that you would say aren't normal. They are normal people with normal thoughts. And so I'm normal too and therefore would have normal thoughts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm down to my last piece of blue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to make myself think. What is incredible? I miss having the culture where people praise people all the time. "Nice shirt!" "Your hair looks good like that" "That cake was delicious." "You're so funny" But now, why would I absorb all these things that shouldn't matter? Or do they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Swiss Emmental. Sweet tea does taste good with cheese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I try. I've kept my room clean. I exercise. I play the piano. I cook and do chores. But I don't read, I don't draw, I don't create, I don't talk, I don't Love, I don't smart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what? Maybe I just need to see more people other than my family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See ya, I'm going to get more cheese. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-104756569748167371?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/104756569748167371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=104756569748167371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/104756569748167371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/104756569748167371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2011/01/swiss-emmental-and-blue.html' title='Swiss Emmental and Blue'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-9099287203289638681</id><published>2011-01-03T01:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T01:56:31.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wan One</title><content type='html'>Happy New Decade!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was away from the city after driving 40 minutes on scary highways (Slowly) I feel somewhat like a hero. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I don't update the other blog anymore because I don't have access to it. Read: lost password. oops. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a splitting headache now at 2am on the 3rd of Jan. Some would advise to go to sleep but I'm waiting on some streaming to get done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;India is in... 15 days and I still have about 5 big things on my sticky note "things to do"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Number one. Go exercise. OK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My bed is also broken. I need alot of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So goodbye, 2011 shall be very different in Newcastle compared to 2010. I think I shall enjoy it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-9099287203289638681?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/9099287203289638681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=9099287203289638681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/9099287203289638681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/9099287203289638681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2011/01/wan-one.html' title='Wan One'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-1647628824934397222</id><published>2010-05-21T09:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T09:55:41.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold</title><content type='html'>It's drizzling with the sun still shining. Theres a little bit of coffee left. Almost lunch and very cold. One piece of pizza and some garlic bread. All cold. Why am I in shorts? I want to sit outside, I wonder if the tears have dried.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's grief. It will never stop. I miss you Aunty May.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-1647628824934397222?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/1647628824934397222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=1647628824934397222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/1647628824934397222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/1647628824934397222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2010/05/cold.html' title='Cold'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-7537837891816982616</id><published>2010-03-11T14:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T14:32:08.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Newcastle</title><content type='html'>I know, it's about time I wrote something somewhere. I thought of writing in the other blog since I'm away from home, but I kinda can't be bothered too. Life here is like life. I have fun, I go to uni, I work, I get lost, I cook, I sleep I... still live out of my suitcase which sucks big time. That reminds me, I should make that phone call about a free wadrobe with free delivery. Well, if i have to call with my credit, it's not exactly 100% free? Ok, time to take the bus with my illegally obtained student bus ticket since the hubs closing down and I don't want to be locked in. Till.. I get internet! &lt;br&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;Hotmail: Trusted email with powerful SPAM protection. &lt;a href='https://signup.live.com/signup.aspx?id=60969' target='_new'&gt;Sign up now.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-7537837891816982616?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/7537837891816982616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=7537837891816982616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/7537837891816982616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/7537837891816982616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2010/03/newcastle.html' title='Newcastle'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-8677243665474663907</id><published>2010-02-15T14:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:47:24.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a dream</title><content type='html'>I had a dream. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That I packed a night before departure day and fell asleep in the process. Woke up to the banging on my door " The taxi is here!" oh crap, I have 2 half full luggages and alot more to stuff in. Then, everything else was a blur except the panicky feeling in my gut going "oh shit oh shit oh shit" Next thing I know, I'm driving down a slope and I see a car... full of my left-behind clothes!! I immediately stop him and it turns out to be a friend willing to give it all back. So we're at the side of the street transferring a whole bundle of green and white shirts when a girl walks by saying : how much?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There you go, the reason I'm starting to pack seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 more sleeps and 1 on the plane and I have left home for good.&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/30730523-8677243665474663907?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/8677243665474663907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=8677243665474663907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/8677243665474663907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/8677243665474663907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-have-dream.html' title='I have a dream'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-2323222696536478241</id><published>2010-01-24T04:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T04:33:46.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22 days!</title><content type='html'>Hello space, it's 4am again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I leave in.... 22 days! crazy. It doesn't feel real and yet it is. I still think that I'm gonna stay at home in my room, go to school teach, come home and do nothing. That's sooo not happening anymore man. My do nothing days will stop very soon... or rather, slowly becoming do things days. Hard to believe that in 22 days I'm gonna live on my own. Literally! And that'll be a first and scary thing. My "own home", own room, own food, own stuff etc. Studying, working, etc-ing. So scary la. Then also the messing up bit which I don't want to do but will happen anyway. Also the living with other people for more than 2 months. Doulos was the longest and that was only 2 months! I wonder who will pick up the knife first. I may need ear plugs, and a punching bad and... (this is not a testimony to me killing my house mate) I don't even know the status of the house, of the place I'm gonna live in. So far, I have not expressed any desires concerning it as long as it doesn't burn my pants off. Maybe I should start eh? Then again, what would I know about house hunting in Newcastle. Well, He's brought me so far, He'll bring me further. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22 days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-2323222696536478241?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/2323222696536478241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=2323222696536478241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/2323222696536478241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/2323222696536478241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2010/01/22-days.html' title='22 days!'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-3672017013871886161</id><published>2010-01-08T23:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T00:09:40.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Bored La</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So bored right now. At 10pm it felt like 12am. Man, I'm running out of energy... it's the teaching + 2 new kids + 3 year old + I-don't-want-to-teach-anymore. The 3 (almost 4) year old is Clay.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: What's your name?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clay: I am 4!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO cute. We made a tent in school today. Snacked on biscuits, told stories and sang songs. So awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so bored I found this video. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YiNBmNl88Pk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YiNBmNl88Pk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's long but worth it. YOU MUST WATCH IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think all the food I've consumed today is gonna come out the wrong way. Every time I think about it... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ARGH&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;beh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tahan&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;edit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;watch the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;vid&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt; instead. I edited this one to fit my blog so it's smaller than it should be. YOU MUST WATCH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-3672017013871886161?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/3672017013871886161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=3672017013871886161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/3672017013871886161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/3672017013871886161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-bored-la.html' title='So Bored La'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-4715535712005987776</id><published>2010-01-02T23:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T23:27:01.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>2010&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been listening to this song over and over and over again. Heard it on Doulos and fell in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6V0rgrt1nTM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6V0rgrt1nTM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn 21 this year. Surreal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-4715535712005987776?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/4715535712005987776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=4715535712005987776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/4715535712005987776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/4715535712005987776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-8874153811794209566</id><published>2009-12-07T18:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T18:19:44.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jolly</title><content type='html'>tis the season to be jolly&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holidays now and I'm loving it. I'm mostly at home alone doing nothing but bum around on the computer, in front of the tv, watching series', eat whats left at home and read when I feel like it. Unless I've made plans, that's just about it. I think there's stuff to do and people to see but I'm in no hurry. I'll attempt baking gingerbread cookies this holiday. Attempt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was suppose to work but since they don't want me (denial.) I'm fine just doing what I'm doing. I'll slip in some holiday to Singapore, hopefully with Civicky. Then I can see Doulos one last time, meet with the awesome people, do stuff I won't do if I go with my parents like visit the night safari, laze on Sentosa beach etc. Civicky, pleaseee go! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No hype at all abut Christmas man.. except the cookies. mmmmm, they're the best with dark roast coffeeeee. Not a single christmas deco at home. I'm travelling to Camerons on Christmas day for 3 nights in a 5 star resort aka heaven. can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is good when you have nothing to worry about. It doesn't last long, so here I am enjoying the moment! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-8874153811794209566?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/8874153811794209566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=8874153811794209566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/8874153811794209566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/8874153811794209566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2009/12/jolly.html' title='Jolly'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-716836755442148084</id><published>2009-11-21T01:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T01:21:25.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day!</title><content type='html'>It be a day of many high's and lows... and abit of numbness in between.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last day of school! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye pineapples =( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kathy's coming back soon! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye pineapples =( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clean up classroom =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOLIDAY! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doulos ends =( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can wear my jeans! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My room is a mess =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No parking for an hour =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nandos! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No beer =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Send the girls back, good times! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stuck in traffic =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got my transcript! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More application stuff =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;drama drama. what a day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-716836755442148084?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/716836755442148084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=716836755442148084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/716836755442148084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/716836755442148084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-day.html' title='What a day!'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-4450829434624888781</id><published>2009-11-04T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T21:21:10.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeck</title><content type='html'>Sick of it all!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate science. It takes me at least 3 times more effort than a weird i-like-science person to figure out these stupid questions. like out of no where - calculate the heat lost by condensed steam. Was I suppose to already know immediately that I can't use the specific heat of steam because condensed steam is water? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aaargh&lt;/span&gt;. it's getting old man. only 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; books. I want to be over with it now! and the haven't-applied-for-uni thing is starting to get worrisome. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HAH&lt;/span&gt; trust me to say that. a year later... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I had my way right now, I would go to a place where I could munch and munch and munch on something. Like nachos... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mmmmm &lt;/span&gt; nachos. with cheese. huge ones with cheese. and then wash it down with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of nice cold cold beer. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;aaahh&lt;/span&gt;. Only place I can think of is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Chillis&lt;/span&gt;. Eh, not a bad idea actually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's November. It's busy. It's too crazy. It's tiring. I wish this crazy spell would just go past very very quickly so things can be nice again. I fucking hate disputes man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-4450829434624888781?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/4450829434624888781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=4450829434624888781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/4450829434624888781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/4450829434624888781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2009/11/seeck.html' title='Seeck'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-8342784296867324237</id><published>2009-10-18T19:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T19:20:57.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love the Floor</title><content type='html'>post number 120&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the floor. I love sleeping on the floor. I love sleeping face down sprawled out on the floor. I love sleeping face down sprawled out on the floor with music around me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Str5IH67RoI/AAAAAAAAAmU/yl56VhkjT90/s320/DSC_00131-1024x687.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393897421690062466" /&gt;Something like this. Except I'm not a cat. Um, you get the idea. Which is why I don't like football right now. It's interrupting my music.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah yes, I forget. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love sleeping face down sprawled out on the floor with music around me when I'm alone at home. It's the best kind of sleep. I'm serious. TRY IT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-8342784296867324237?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/8342784296867324237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=8342784296867324237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/8342784296867324237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/8342784296867324237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-floor.html' title='I Love the Floor'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Str5IH67RoI/AAAAAAAAAmU/yl56VhkjT90/s72-c/DSC_00131-1024x687.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-4398336604746171542</id><published>2009-10-13T18:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T19:36:00.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One day,</title><content type='html'>So I think I will put more effort into my blog. I think. Thanks alot Civicky. (note: sarcasm)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day, I will go to South Africa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/StRjhDtY9II/AAAAAAAAAls/tun745hvz00/s320/DSC03275.JPG" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392044073451844738" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.statravel.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/gardenroute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px; " src="http://blog.statravel.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/gardenroute.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day, I will go to Peru&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/StRjhoavnOI/AAAAAAAAAl0/3M2LISVH2ao/s320/DSC03276.JPG" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392044083305749730" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://aphs.worldnomads.com/will/881/P10100601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 454px; " src="http://aphs.worldnomads.com/will/881/P10100601.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day, I will go to Mongolia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/StRjiIJDd0I/AAAAAAAAAl8/YiXXTAsrLG0/s1600-h/DSC03277.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/StRjiIJDd0I/AAAAAAAAAl8/YiXXTAsrLG0/s320/DSC03277.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392044091821487938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.projects-abroad.net/images/uploads/Terelj_National_Park_Trip.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 338px; " src="http://blog.projects-abroad.net/images/uploads/Terelj_National_Park_Trip.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day, I will definitely go to Swtzerland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/StRjiYazg5I/AAAAAAAAAmE/RRlT414qtok/s1600-h/DSC03273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/StRjiYazg5I/AAAAAAAAAmE/RRlT414qtok/s320/DSC03273.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392044096190907282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2051/2521201221_63b1e7fcf5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px; " src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2051/2521201221_63b1e7fcf5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Rorschach - where the swiss friend lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day, all the pink stumps will turn green and my map will be covered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I'm planning for Thailand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/StRjjBNTgbI/AAAAAAAAAmM/pNUIY-653Ww/s1600-h/DSC03279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/StRjjBNTgbI/AAAAAAAAAmM/pNUIY-653Ww/s320/DSC03279.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392044107140137394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only one page" - St Augustine &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-4398336604746171542?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/4398336604746171542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=4398336604746171542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/4398336604746171542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/4398336604746171542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-day.html' title='One day,'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/StRjhDtY9II/AAAAAAAAAls/tun745hvz00/s72-c/DSC03275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-3498763948068111526</id><published>2009-10-11T01:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T01:28:18.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dash</title><content type='html'>I don't know. I don't know. I really don't know. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doors - wooden things (maybe not wood all the time?) that open and close. That's what they're meant to do. But maybe this time, I don't want them to follow the laws of the universe. Just for me. At least I didn't ask the earth to stop spinning. I'll save that for another time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dreams - the images in your mind as you sleep. I think a pastor once said that beings with souls dream, which is why dogs won't. It's strange how Friday nights have become nightmare nights. Twice in a row during my Friday sleeps with similar nightmares. Nightmares where I'm aware that I'm in dreamland because I remember thinking "I better get all these images in mind, or I'll forget them when I wake up." It's strange, it has to stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weekends - rest days, BFM days, do nothing days. My big fat foot la. They've become study days since weekdays have become SO TIRED LA days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English - CONQUERED&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Science - I DON'T WANT TO DO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps: Civicky, I didn't laugh, try harder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-3498763948068111526?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/3498763948068111526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=3498763948068111526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/3498763948068111526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/3498763948068111526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2009/10/dash.html' title='Dash'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-1910530033689767398</id><published>2009-10-01T19:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T19:55:56.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrawny chicken from KFC</title><content type='html'>one hour for KFC. And he complains that he made the wrong choice. It was the wrong decision! Admit it. No, I don't want original or spicy. The chicken is scrawny he says. That is so funny. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have books in front of me. I am so bored and so sick of it. This is all I do now, or at least what I've been doing this week so far. I can see the future (don't need a time machine!) I see myself doing about the same thing over and over again. But OH THE EXCITEMENT! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pineapples&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;drama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;study&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;study&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;study&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;study&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;repeat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at least I won't be 10kg heavier than I was last year when all this is over ( I hope) TEN! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;four more books and I'm free! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;forawhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so tired. thank God for Nescafe tarik (with a hint of cinnamon) 5 minutes away. I love mamak - oh how I'll miss thee&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/30730523-1910530033689767398?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/1910530033689767398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=1910530033689767398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/1910530033689767398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/1910530033689767398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2009/10/scrawny-chicken-from-kfc.html' title='Scrawny chicken from KFC'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-8370929357511796250</id><published>2009-09-13T02:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T02:39:28.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steps</title><content type='html'>I'm just thinking. I would like to look into the future. Yes, just a glimpse, that'd be nice. To see where I am, what I'm doing, who I am etc. I think it'd be interesting. I'm so curious!! I shall build a time machine tonight. So, remember this is where you heard it first. Jasmine will build a time machine. Oh the GLORY! and the FUN! and the... CORRUPTION? I'm so Malaysian I kid myself. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step 1:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Log out of Blogger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step 2:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step 3: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are more than 2 steps? man! I want to sleep. I'll build it tomorrow. Good night. Maybe I'll dream the future tonight. Save me from all the steps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-8370929357511796250?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/8370929357511796250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=8370929357511796250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/8370929357511796250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/8370929357511796250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2009/09/steps.html' title='Steps'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-7943666549233337047</id><published>2009-09-05T00:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T00:13:25.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; ahh... the moon. it's so pretty tonight, so so so BRIGHT AND BEAUTIFUL. One bright star beside it. sigh.&amp;nbsp;I miss the star filled sky.&amp;nbsp;I miss the view from the sea.&amp;nbsp;I miss the moon light. but just staring at it right now makes me so so so happy=)&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-7943666549233337047?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/7943666549233337047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=7943666549233337047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/7943666549233337047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/7943666549233337047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2009/09/moon.html' title='Moon'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-3202638472293450590</id><published>2009-09-02T18:14:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T21:36:57.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Civicky,</title><content type='html'>Dear Civicky,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dedicate this post to you simply because you're the only one who I know is reading this.  Yes, dedicate. It's a big deal okay!! you better think it is anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"remember, remember the..." meh. Super fail. It is neither the 5th or November. I shall save that line for later. but remember because it is a happy day this September. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall be happy and perky and jumpy and dancy and prancy and... whatever else you are when you're sooo tired your body just pushes out happy chemicals. So tired because I had only 4 hours of sleep due to the previous four hour "nap" after arriving home from Bandung.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah yes, Bandung. Here are some pictures. Twas a super trip. So full of beautiful things and blessings and wonderful awesomeness and adventures with sooo much laughter and fooooooooooooooooood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I can't be bothered with editing. not right now at least.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just realized the the pictures are in the wrong order so it might be best you view the pictures bottom up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Sp5y87DIUuI/AAAAAAAAAlk/vItvlv3eA4E/s1600-h/DSC03219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Sp5y87DIUuI/AAAAAAAAAlk/vItvlv3eA4E/s320/DSC03219.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376861396095488738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Sp5yhF7blxI/AAAAAAAAAlU/ndWMM5GMCfI/s1600-h/DSC03213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Sp5yhF7blxI/AAAAAAAAAlU/ndWMM5GMCfI/s320/DSC03213.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376860917979649810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Sp5ygvXM9VI/AAAAAAAAAlM/NIVAWMDXZuY/s1600-h/DSC03181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Sp5ygvXM9VI/AAAAAAAAAlM/NIVAWMDXZuY/s320/DSC03181.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376860911922115922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Sp5wkE_4IjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/9WB89t1cNX4/s1600-h/DSC03201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Sp5KT7hZ4LI/AAAAAAAAAiU/GT7Pq2ByEgo/s320/DSC02856.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376816711382720690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Sp5KTTENWCI/AAAAAAAAAiM/EmlCI5oFCiw/s1600-h/DSC02851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Sp5KTTENWCI/AAAAAAAAAiM/EmlCI5oFCiw/s320/DSC02851.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376816700522846242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Sp5KSsqi-dI/AAAAAAAAAiE/aPX2p_GM24g/s1600-h/DSC02845.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Sp5KSsqi-dI/AAAAAAAAAiE/aPX2p_GM24g/s1600-h/DSC02845.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Sp5KSsqi-dI/AAAAAAAAAiE/aPX2p_GM24g/s320/DSC02845.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376816690214664658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I are lazy to write anything else (except that I climbed an active volcano). I'll caption them on facebook, when I get back on it that is. yes, I'm attempting a facebook fast. Let's see how long it'll last this time. It was two days the last time. two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I mention that pineapples are AMAZING and I'm so sick of LA?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jasmine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps: you better super love the key chain thing, I hunted for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-3202638472293450590?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/3202638472293450590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=3202638472293450590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/3202638472293450590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/3202638472293450590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-civicky.html' title='Dear Civicky,'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Sp5y87DIUuI/AAAAAAAAAlk/vItvlv3eA4E/s72-c/DSC03219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-2225177245738474895</id><published>2009-08-07T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T23:20:45.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12:34am at the 56th second of the 7th day of the 8th month of the year 09</title><content type='html'>I just thought I'd post something here since it's 7/8/09. You don't get that very often. And the hype of 12:34am at the 56th second of the 7th of the 8th month of the year 09 going around Facebook makes good prompting to at least do something about the day since 12.34 am is over. At that exact time, I think I was watching Coco Chanel, what a way to pass it right? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that shall be all. I also passed my 100th post without realizing it. That's how bad I am at these things, hence the need to commemorate this day while I still can. Didn't even realize when my birthday was 10/09/08 last year. MEH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I'm now blabbering to myself. But then again, thats what I do on this blog anyway yes? YES. Which is just awesome possum Colosseum.... wait for it... MUSEUM!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My feet are itching to travel again. Going to Bandung on the 28th!! and AirAsia's giving away seats again. I really hope I score some good ones, of ANY seats for that matter. Bangkok seems very possible, maybe at the end of the year. WOOT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The world is just awesome."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps: I head this yesterday on Opus(super awesome radio channel on Astro channel I-cant'-remember. um, just check on 841 la!) and then use the magic of TrackID on &lt;a href="http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-been-snapping-away-with-my-phones.html"&gt;Ms. S&lt;/a&gt; and TADA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jMRZuJwqEHo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jMRZuJwqEHo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-2225177245738474895?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/2225177245738474895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=2225177245738474895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/2225177245738474895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/2225177245738474895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2009/08/1234am-at-56th-second-of-7th-day-of-8th.html' title='12:34am at the 56th second of the 7th day of the 8th month of the year 09'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-6115991425911169084</id><published>2009-08-02T23:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T00:00:21.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's the red finish line?</title><content type='html'>It's a running line of thoughts that won't stop running through my head. Is there a race going on? If there is, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; forgotten to leave me a note. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Afterall&lt;/span&gt;, it is my brain you know. Though from what I see, there doesn't seem to be a red FINISH line anywhere in sight. It's an endless race? um, okay, whoever started it really should stand up now and at least put a red line out front somewhere please. Don't worry, I won't kill you, probably just give you a smack, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; all. There's also something else missing. The trophies. None. Nada. Zero. A race with no finish line and no trophies. eh, this is ridiculous. Aye, the weather doesn't look good either! Constant storms, rain, wind, howling about making so much noise I can't even hear myself anymore. It's so cloudy all the time, lighten up please? This bad weather isn't good for the participants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only this race could just end now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;That'd&lt;/span&gt; be super. So, where's the red finish line?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-6115991425911169084?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/6115991425911169084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=6115991425911169084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/6115991425911169084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/6115991425911169084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2009/08/wheres-red-finish-line.html' title='Where&apos;s the red finish line?'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-434742247211555286</id><published>2009-07-26T03:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T21:40:02.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 4am</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's 4am. What was I thinking drinking that cup of coffee at 11pm? and after a whole day of blissful sleep? It was a cup of blue mountain.. and there was an extra cup, didn't want it to go to waste you know..? I think I know. I think.. it's 4am.. I think. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been so hazy la, the stars still won't come out. I think someone ate the moon thinking its made of cheese. I would too actually. Cheese is so yummy. Moon cheese is even yummier. If only that person shared. There's so much to share! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I live with funny people. They're so funny, so funny, so funny.. um, ya, so funny &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny woman : you know your friend Wai Peng?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny man: yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blablabla (Talk about Wai Peng)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny woman: *walks away* Why pink not purple? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHHAHA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My fat brother is watching TV. I might join him. I would continue my book, but my eyes hurt. I can't lie down if I have my specs on. No lying down = uncomfortable. Maybe I won't join him, some woman is lifting weights on TV. Nah, its definitely a guy thing or maybe even a fat guy thing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dum dum dum dee dee dum dum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may get to go to Bandung! YAY to Bandung to see Telmy YAY! I have one more day to book my ticket. Waiting on Telmy. It'd be so awesome if i get to go. AWESOME POSSUM... wait for it... COLOSSEUM! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IN YOUR (smashed) FACE! Stupid bug that has been biting me all night. DIE! I think it was a mosquito. I'm not really sure. It's 4am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's church tomorrow and oh no! I forgot that I'm reading scripture. Don't sleep on the pulpit Jasmine! and then my fat brother is buying us lunch because he and his fats passed his exams which means he's now free of HELP. Fat brother is funny too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fat brother: .....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oops, I actually can't remember the funny things he say. but it's funny so I'll just go HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My other brother is bald and in camp. He has 3 stripes whatever that means and I'm going to send him his Cartmen boxers I bought from HK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, my brother is watching House MD now. Good bye. It's 4am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya here's a story of a pineapple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Know the song Owner of a broken heart? I played it and he suddenly sang along during the chorus. I asked him what he sang and it was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pineapple : YOU WANT A LOLLIPOP! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHHA! I love pineapples. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps: I CHOSE AMERICA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Commercial break. Here's a picture for you-oh poor picture deprived blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/SmtoJtfD56I/AAAAAAAAAh8/eHHEPTp0KPw/s1600-h/DSC01706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/SmtoJtfD56I/AAAAAAAAAh8/eHHEPTp0KPw/s320/DSC01706.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362494297352693666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny woman, funny man, fat brother and now-bald brother are all there. It was Christmas, my heels have broken since then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edit:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fat brother is funny. This is on a picture from my parents 25th Anniversary dinner. HAHAHAHAHAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foo Mei Yoke-This sure brings back good memories....especially of the food!! So when is your 50th Anniversary??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jasmine Koit-think it won't be in a restaurant for the 50th. more like eating through tubes! =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Josiah Koit-there is not enough wood in the world u can touch for that comment&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/30730523-434742247211555286?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/434742247211555286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=434742247211555286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/434742247211555286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/434742247211555286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-4am.html' title='It&apos;s 4am'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/SmtoJtfD56I/AAAAAAAAAh8/eHHEPTp0KPw/s72-c/DSC01706.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-9129197729512287082</id><published>2009-07-22T01:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T01:17:52.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Switch</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; It's starless every night. moonless too. where did they all go? it's like they've been switched off by&amp;nbsp;some&amp;nbsp;power switch. can someone please turn it on so I can be happy again? haze, go away! rain, keep coming. bring the stars and happiness back please. thank you&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-9129197729512287082?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/9129197729512287082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=9129197729512287082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/9129197729512287082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/9129197729512287082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2009/07/switch.html' title='Switch'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-2748174010542400863</id><published>2009-07-16T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T00:04:53.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Megan Fox is a man</title><content type='html'>I'm so hungry I'm going to die. My fat brother says I'm a man. because I get grumpy when I'm hungry and the only way to make me happy is to feed me. I'm grumpy. Kill me or I'll shoot someone to eat them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;KEEEEEL&lt;/span&gt; ME&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;: fat brother is beside me. he reads post and say I should add: I'M MEGAN FOX. there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chicken butt pie banana strawberries fish and chips &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nasi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lemak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;roti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bom&lt;/span&gt; give me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;roti&lt;/span&gt; tissue the banana leaf can go die. SMOKED duck and porridge with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;vegimite&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! *listen to me swear through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;fooood&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh no. now fat brother is saying: there's smoked duck porridge and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;vegimite&lt;/span&gt; to eat. NO TEMPTATION go die brother. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;DIEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh chocolate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;raspberries&lt;/span&gt; milk and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Cheerios&lt;/span&gt; red bean bun and noodles biscuits coffee and caramel slice. OH NO GOING TO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;HEAVEN&lt;/span&gt; NOW. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fat brother says: you go kill moth ( he has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;mottephobia, &lt;/span&gt;"i do not" DENIAL) then i will cure this for you. I SAY: GO DIE and I'm not drooling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;rumblerumblerumblerumble&lt;/span&gt; GO AWAY BROTHER. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I go sleep now. and not think about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;rumblerumblerumble&lt;/span&gt;. Oh ya: never say never oh wait, it's don't say don't? Don't.. no its do not use the word not. I may eat moth to kill and get rid of brother and shut rumble up. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Sleeeeeeeeeeeep&lt;/span&gt; if i can. i need earplugs to shut rumble up. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHHA&lt;/span&gt; belly button &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;plug&lt;/span&gt; connected to the ear.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sleep and die now.. bye bye&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/30730523-2748174010542400863?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/2748174010542400863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=2748174010542400863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/2748174010542400863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/2748174010542400863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2009/07/megan-fox-is-man.html' title='Megan Fox is a man'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-2154612152295958768</id><published>2009-07-01T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T23:00:10.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesdays</title><content type='html'>Wednesdays used to be nice. I use to wait for it in anticipation. Wednesdays = &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CSI&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CSI&lt;/span&gt; is now super not nice without Gil. I think I'm going to stop soon, but I'm still hopeful. At least Criminal Minds is showing on Thursdays. I miss Gil &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Grissom&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seven pineapples. I'm wiped out. . I have a new 3 year old (turning 4 in August) boy. My mum the principle says : I only give you 2 new students and you're already so messed up. She gave me a 3 year old, she may as well have given me 5. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so tired, no more Maths please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-2154612152295958768?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/2154612152295958768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=2154612152295958768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/2154612152295958768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/2154612152295958768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2009/07/wednesdays.html' title='Wednesdays'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-673713889741621677</id><published>2009-06-12T03:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T04:06:36.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Weeks</title><content type='html'>writing at 4am when I have a full day ahead of me. wait, a full week ahead of me.... stupid girl.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum left for camp yesterday, she'll be back Saturday night when I've left for HK in the evening. Then she leaves for Cebu till 18 and I'm back on the 17th. So no mum for 1 week. I can handle it. yes I can, yes I can. I can!! I did it for 6 and a half months =P my brothers, on the other hand, definitely can't &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;very old and fat brother : &lt;i&gt;"how do you use the washing machine? I don't know how many scoops of soap to use!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I'm not around for 5 days.. we'll see what become of the house when I get back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on another note, probably on the same key and the same time and the same piano, or violin(pick one), It's been a great week and the next week looks great too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GB/BB anniversary dinner last Saturday. Oh my, the girls have grown. Yen May is now 14! where did time go? I remember training her in my squad when she was just a cadet - 6 or 7? Couldn't even recognize some of them. What was I thinking not going back to GB all this time? I miss it, I love it, I love the girls, I love the ministry. Say goodbye to free/sleep-in Saturdays, but it's so worth it. The dinner was sooooooo good. So proud of 1st KL!! I just dumped myself on a table full of cadets and juniors =D And to see all ye old friends again was bliss. Girls' Brigade, 1st KL, 12 years of my life. Thank you Lord&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nina is back!! Two years is too long. Spent the whole Monday with her. So.much.fun. It was her birthday. Made a cake, had lots of cheese, she gave me her heart made of wax, laughed at nonsense and I can't wait to eat sushi in the cinema with her again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybelle is 21! Gosh, 21! again, time flies. Her party's tomorrow at a club. First time. (I know right?! so noob I hear you say. I don't like la! cannot ar?)  Will try my best to enjoy myself. I won't know anyone there but her. There's alcohol, okay, it'll be fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She stayed over last night. we went shopping today and I tried on many very high heeled shoes. It's so nice to be on top of the world! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it's HONG KONG! I can't wait!! and not just Hong Kong, Doulos too!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then... SCHOOL! or rather... PINEAPPLES! oh how I miss them. I can't wait to have my daily dose of pineapple joy again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then then then, Singapore on Friday. Uncles birthday. Whole family will be there including the super cute niece and nephews. and Singapore means I get to see Kathy!! Yaaaaaaaay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;following that, I'll just have GB and pineapples. Life can be good =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should sleep. The stupid haze is back, making everyone sick, including me. mehhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-673713889741621677?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/673713889741621677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=673713889741621677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/673713889741621677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/673713889741621677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2009/06/great-weeks.html' title='Great Weeks'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-8824714409240005287</id><published>2009-05-18T15:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T16:01:09.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhymes, it's full of rhymes</title><content type='html'>It's the 18th of May today, &lt;div&gt;More than halfway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's also a holiday, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What am I doing today? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, nothing much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just sitting and bumming, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a good brunch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In front of the comp, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;facebooking and such. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suppose to be exciting, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suppose to be relaxing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But things don't go my way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So suck up and sulk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thirty minutes more,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll see if things change,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two hours more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm waiting for a change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;London or Melbourne,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bali or Yogyakarta?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either way I fly away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need this, I need to be away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BFM - Business Music station&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BFM - Brave flying masters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BFM - Boeings for modification&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BFM - Bout- time for moments-away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's in a cage now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see gray bars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I reach out my hand now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all seems too far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 8 in the morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The brother still snoring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coffee is not black&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My morning's now whacked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pineapples smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pineapples joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, a day with the pineapples&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart is filled with their joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart doesn't like my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mind doesn't like my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a gruesome battle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate that they argue all the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pain and the suffering&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In all of it's kind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should never exist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God, won't you be kind?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post is full of rhymes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never intended it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's elementary rhymes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I don't care, I like it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too much Dr Seuss perhaps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too much green eggs and ham&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too much pestering from a pineapple &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's okay, I'd do alot for those pineapples. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-8824714409240005287?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/8824714409240005287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=8824714409240005287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/8824714409240005287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/8824714409240005287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2009/05/rhymes-its-full-of-rhymes.html' title='Rhymes, it&apos;s full of rhymes'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-1222110921138317038</id><published>2009-05-13T21:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:28:34.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happened?</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; I can't believe it's the 13th of May. Almost halfway through May already. Last time I checked April just swooshed by. What happened? In 4 months, I'm 20. When people say September, you think - end of the year. Now it's only 4 months, and 4 months ago, it was CNY. What happened? Sports day this Sat, teachers day this Sat, end of term on the 30th, HK in June, then what? 6 more months of teaching and that's it, it's 2010 - uni (Where ever it is) I can't wait for that part but must time really pass so fast? It's seems to pass faster since I started teaching. Right now, with nothing planned out after HK, I'm worried that time will just pass me by and when it's all gone, I look back and say "what happened?"&amp;nbsp; This time last year, I didn't feel this way. Doulos was almost ending and there was Australia to look forward too! I was doing something in my life, it wasn't a mundane repeat. Though can I really say my days are mundane now? I do love teaching... I may need something else. Something solid to look forward to. OM's short term mission to Turkey's very appealing. We'll see about that. I don't want to say "what happened" at the end of 2009. &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-1222110921138317038?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/1222110921138317038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=1222110921138317038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/1222110921138317038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/1222110921138317038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-happened.html' title='What Happened?'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-7070270057257829411</id><published>2009-05-10T17:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T18:10:00.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Written Out</title><content type='html'>I finally decided to write. about.... I dunno la!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's mothers day, I forgot! I remember, then the moment I do, I forget. Like this morning, I remembered when I woke up, then when in church, I greeted the aunties good morning and they looked at me weird. I thought I was just seeing things, but then someone comes along and says "hello, Happy mothers day" and I go CRAP, I forgot. So I sit down with my coffee determind to remember. The next aunty comes up to me and I greet her "Good morning" Super fail I tell you. Lucky I remember to wish mum, though no presents this year - because I keep forgetting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm sitting here at the computer with my beer, BFM tuned in and the air con turned on. It's a good day. Though if something happened in the next 5 hours, it would make it an awesomest day. Till then, I shall enjoy this day and take tomorrow when it comes. Tomorrow Solomon comes back! Oh, how I missed that pineapple. Hernia is not something for a 5 year old to go through I teeeeell you. So 5 pineapples in the class tomorrow, I can't wait. Sometimes, I forget I get paid for what I'm doing. Such a bonus=) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's uni I could talk about. Been pretty set on Newcastle until Eli360 come in again and now I'm thinking about America again. The only way I can think about it is - how is America better than Australia? SO MANY WAYS - different culture, country, people. Christian uni that leads me into the faith+career path. American system - Liberal arts. etc. and the other question - how is Australia better than America? I'm so attached to Australia - the biggest reason I can think of. So I shall go along with America. I still have other things to deal with besides deciding which country. So if America really happens/can happen, then I'll stick to it. Though my heart still says Australia, Australia, Australia. I HAVE TO GET OVER IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The mission trip was great. Not as attached to the people as I normally am when I go up to a kampung, but I got that " I want to stay longer" feeling and it was a strong feeling. So much more to learn, see, experience etc. I got it in Australia and I was blessed. Makes me want to do it again though it isn't easy (another reason for America!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm rambling. but a post is better than no post yes? besides it's nice to have things written out. I could say more like.. I'm getting so fat but I don't care, or HK may not happen because of the porkie flu, or my rooms a big rubbish dump and I should clean it... Nah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I hope the moon comes out again tonight. Yesterday, the stars were few and little but the moon was bright and full. So beautiful....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-7070270057257829411?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/7070270057257829411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=7070270057257829411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/7070270057257829411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/7070270057257829411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2009/05/written-out.html' title='Written Out'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-7142202902813142777</id><published>2009-04-21T17:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T17:54:11.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nagging Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; I've had this nagging thought in my mind for weeks, writing it down may or may not help.&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; I like chicken and cheese. The chicken likes cheese but I don't like that the chicken likes cheese because I like cheese. The cheese doesn't like that&amp;nbsp;I don't like chicken liking cheese, so the cheese doesn't like me for not liking chicken. So I tell cheese, I never said I don't like chicken, just that I don't like chicken liking cheese! I like chicken and cheese.&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; The end&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-7142202902813142777?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/7142202902813142777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=7142202902813142777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/7142202902813142777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/7142202902813142777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2009/04/nagging-thoughts.html' title='Nagging Thoughts'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-4386480003852343274</id><published>2009-04-15T17:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T17:31:21.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>I seem to have lost myself. I should look in Charlie. It may be there. Or maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; already taken it. Now to open my eyes bigger to spot it and then go  "AHA! that's mine!" but then again, who'd want it? Do I really want it back? And will I recognize it? Will it be different? I hope it'll be different. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-4386480003852343274?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/4386480003852343274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=4386480003852343274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/4386480003852343274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/4386480003852343274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2009/04/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-7213317866048784980</id><published>2009-04-09T00:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T01:03:40.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bed</title><content type='html'>I just got a major flashback of... the bed! I was just thinking of small lights and remembered the one on the bed. We have this little lamp above our pillows on every bed so you can turn off the main switch but still read or whatever with the light on and I remember being the last one to sleep all the time, with the only one with the light on. Then some nights, (Claudia told me) she had to climb up my bed to turn off my light because she can't sleep with it on. Apparently I fall asleep with the light on quite often! Terrible me. I also remember having to jump off the bed and the first few nights or weeks, there were a few casualties because it's low enough to climb down safely without a ladder but still high enough to have to leap a little. Oh such good times. I remember the mess I make on my bed almost everyday, mainly mess that results from me searching for stuff and dumping everything on the bed to look for it. I remember the clothes I dump on it too! Hahahahaha... I just had a flashback of me bumping my head a million times, I can't quite sit up straight on my bed, but that's not the cause of the painful bumps. It's that little shelf next to the pillow side of my bed. When I lean out to look down to talk to suanne or something, I forget there's a sharp corner right above me and BUMP. ouch. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/SdzXl0LjvxI/AAAAAAAAAh0/SdorbpkFG7E/s1600-h/DSC00019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/SdzXl0LjvxI/AAAAAAAAAh0/SdorbpkFG7E/s320/DSC00019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322365904307339026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Safety training which happened this date (8/4) last year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/SdzXllRs0sI/AAAAAAAAAhs/RaNBdd137RE/s1600-h/DSC00002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/SdzXllRs0sI/AAAAAAAAAhs/RaNBdd137RE/s320/DSC00002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322365900306567874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/SdzXln4pElI/AAAAAAAAAhk/gcWOaU5wdcA/s1600-h/DSC00011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/SdzXln4pElI/AAAAAAAAAhk/gcWOaU5wdcA/s320/DSC00011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322365901006770770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wonderful Cabin mates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(this could be a photo to gage the height of the top bunks)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/SdzXlCXMrhI/AAAAAAAAAhc/1M32M1B503E/s1600-h/DSC09994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/SdzXlCXMrhI/AAAAAAAAAhc/1M32M1B503E/s320/DSC09994.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322365890934386194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My big sisters welcome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/SdzXlP5joHI/AAAAAAAAAhU/oq6p4fr5_2A/s1600-h/DSC00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/SdzXlP5joHI/AAAAAAAAAhU/oq6p4fr5_2A/s320/DSC00005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322365894568157298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Top bunkers! See  that shelf in the middle and the corner right there? That's the evil corner!! If you have real sharp eyes, you can see a small part of the lamp below Janene's bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-7213317866048784980?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/7213317866048784980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=7213317866048784980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/7213317866048784980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/7213317866048784980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2009/04/flashback.html' title='The Bed'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/SdzXl0LjvxI/AAAAAAAAAh0/SdorbpkFG7E/s72-c/DSC00019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-4487835270819817559</id><published>2009-04-06T16:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T16:41:15.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mondays</title><content type='html'>It's a strange day today. this time last year, I arrived on the ship for the first time, moved in with my cabin mates and it was a wonderful feeling. I closed my eyes earlier and allowed that vivid memory to pass through my mind. It's like I was right there again. It's really been a year, when I think about it, it doesn't feel it, but when i think about all the other wonderful things that have happened since then, i am just truly amazed at how much has/can happen. Thanks be to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I have strained neck and a very bad head. I need to be in bed, but i can't because I'm stuck in school waiting on mum to be ready. The kids are amazing as always but i couldn't enjoy them as I normally do. The nostalgia, the pain, the stress, doesn't make a good day. But it's only 4.30pm. I still have quite a few more hours for it turn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just a note for me - Jasmine, it's everything else plus life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.microsoft.com/windows/windowslive/" target="_new"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-4487835270819817559?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/4487835270819817559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=4487835270819817559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/4487835270819817559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/4487835270819817559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2009/04/mondays.html' title='Mondays'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-2290158008027544020</id><published>2009-04-05T17:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T17:24:54.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(76, 76, 76);  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;h2 class="date-header" style="font: normal normal normal 78%/normal 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 1.4em; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 0.2em; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); margin-top: 1.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(76, 76, 76);   letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-transform: none; font-family:Georgia;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;h2 class="date-header" style="font: normal normal normal 78%/normal 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 1.4em; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 0.2em; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); margin-top: 1.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;SATURDAY, APRIL 5, 2008&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="post hentry uncustomized-post-template" style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); padding-bottom: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;a name="5834560738354841737"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="margin-top: 0.25em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 140%; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.4em; color: rgb(0, 51, 102); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://jasmineawayfromhome.blogspot.com/2008/04/d-day.html" style="display: block; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 51, 102); font-weight: normal; "&gt;D-Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-header-line-1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;And the day has arrived! In 12 hours!! Whoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, packing almost done. It's 5am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;. Better sleep, else I die during my journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little info. The email will be &lt;a href="mailto:jasmine.koit@mvdoulos.org" style="color: rgb(85, 136, 170); text-decoration: none; "&gt;jasmine.koit@mvdoulos.org&lt;/a&gt;. Comments made here &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; be sent there (hopefully). But if you do want to send me something, then email la. Can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;access&lt;/span&gt; blog, so can't see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;chatbox&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Yeap&lt;/span&gt;. This is it. At last... Thaks for all the prayers so far, and don't stop! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the ship, ciao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This time last year. I was in the airport, saying goodbye and walking down the escalator, through the gates. It feels so strange. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-2290158008027544020?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/2290158008027544020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=2290158008027544020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/2290158008027544020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/2290158008027544020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2009/04/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-5683006088493786915</id><published>2009-04-02T22:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:38:06.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This time last year</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; &lt;H2 class=date-header&gt;Wednesday, April 2, 2008&lt;/H2&gt; &lt;DIV class="post hentry uncustomized-post-template"&gt;&lt;A name=4751980161341957003&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;H3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;A href="http://jasmineawayfromhome.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-its-down-to-3.html"&gt;And it's down to 3&lt;/A&gt; &lt;/H3&gt; &lt;DIV class=post-header-line-1&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV class="post-body entry-content"&gt;Three? Really? So that's about 72 hours?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Packing is a real pain. You should see my room now, I can't walk through it anymore. Created a path so I'd at least have some space to walk.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Do you know that flying is going to be so scary? Plus, I've only ever travelled twice on the plane. Once to Singapore and once to Kuching. So yeap, s.c.a.r.y&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I'm going to miss school =(&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;ps: Please pray for safety for both Janene and I. Port Moresby is not exactly the safest place. We've been told that people can carry guns on the streets. &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV class="post-body entry-content"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV class="post-body entry-content"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-5683006088493786915?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/5683006088493786915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=5683006088493786915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/5683006088493786915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/5683006088493786915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-time-last-year.html' title='This time last year'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-850641568263017052</id><published>2009-03-31T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T16:41:51.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>six</title><content type='html'>six more days. I miss stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.microsoft.com/windows/windowslive/default.aspx" target="_new"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-850641568263017052?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/850641568263017052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=850641568263017052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/850641568263017052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/850641568263017052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2009/03/six.html' title='six'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-230872881907511032</id><published>2009-03-28T19:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T19:34:42.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia?</title><content type='html'>It's the 28th today. This time last year, everything Doulos/away from home was set, confirmed, 100%, tickets booked, wooopeeedoo, i can't wait etc. A year later, I'm home, doing nothing really, feeling abit nostalgic. Sort of in an in between situation. I don't really miss stuff, or rather don't want to be missing stuff (the way it's been since I came home) but yet my brain's betraying me. It's allowing flashbacks to happen whether&amp;nbsp;i want it to or not. I feel everything when I remember. Some days I wake up feeling like I just woke up in my cabin for a split second, I remember the constant huuuuuummm, remember waking up and knowing my cabin mates are there as well, waking up knowing I'm not on land but on a big chunk of metal, waking up thinking "I wonder what's going to happen today". Then sometimes, I remember the smell, the distinct Accom-cleaning-products smell that goes on throughout the ship. &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; I get all these but I'm not exactly sad about it. I looked through pictures one day, and there's this little knot I think (don't really know how to describe it), not exactly sad, but the feeling is there. you know? I don't even know. &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; While on the ship, I kept a daily journal, writing out everything that happened. With the time and all that. I started on the 8th of April I think. So I shall read through it daily come April 8th. It might not be a good idea, but I'll try it anyway. &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;See all the ways you can stay connected &lt;a href='http://www.microsoft.com/windows/windowslive/default.aspx' target='_new'&gt;to friends and family&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-230872881907511032?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/230872881907511032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=230872881907511032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/230872881907511032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/230872881907511032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2009/03/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia?'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-3671614529077387357</id><published>2009-03-27T19:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T19:29:00.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms S takes wonderful pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Scy2ym89FtI/AAAAAAAAAgs/EDP0YPactsA/s1600-h/DSC00190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Scy2ym89FtI/AAAAAAAAAgs/EDP0YPactsA/s320/DSC00190.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317826240583636690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, we had waterplay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Scy2yvjRz7I/AAAAAAAAAg0/BXesN0S4gFM/s1600-h/DSC00229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Scy2yvjRz7I/AAAAAAAAAg0/BXesN0S4gFM/s320/DSC00229.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317826242891861938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Scy2y44SnJI/AAAAAAAAAg8/nlIphFbTa4c/s1600-h/DSC00234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Scy2y44SnJI/AAAAAAAAAg8/nlIphFbTa4c/s320/DSC00234.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317826245395913874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Andrew (my 6 yo student) made this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Scy2zbf9xZI/AAAAAAAAAhM/2emzJrhee2s/s1600-h/DSC00162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Scy2zbf9xZI/AAAAAAAAAhM/2emzJrhee2s/s320/DSC00162.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317826254689125778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty Sundays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Scy2zGrqilI/AAAAAAAAAhE/yipHvkISzWE/s1600-h/DSC00184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Scy2zGrqilI/AAAAAAAAAhE/yipHvkISzWE/s320/DSC00184.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317826249101052498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And lastly, the reson why you should never ever skip the chocolate aisle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(REDUCE TO CLEAR!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-3671614529077387357?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/3671614529077387357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=3671614529077387357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/3671614529077387357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/3671614529077387357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2009/03/ms-s-takes-wonderful-pictures.html' title='Ms S takes wonderful pictures'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Scy2ym89FtI/AAAAAAAAAgs/EDP0YPactsA/s72-c/DSC00190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-2183973154599520882</id><published>2009-03-25T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T21:25:44.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Today, I found out what kind of music I like. I like slow rock.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps: teaching is tiring but SUPER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-2183973154599520882?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/2183973154599520882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=2183973154599520882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/2183973154599520882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/2183973154599520882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2009/03/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-3312413393268387401</id><published>2009-03-22T18:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:15:18.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms. S</title><content type='html'>I've been snapping away with my phone's camera. The days are really pretty and my new phone is so chun la. Have you met Ms S? because it's a w595 and not just a 595 mind you it's a 595 with an s- w595s. Let me gloat about Ms S okay? She's one of a kind, only paid half it's retail price, plus the w595s is only available in Europe and the Caribbean islands, so far I haven't seen the same model on anyone else. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://viphones.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/w595_black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 123px; height: 245px;" src="http://viphones.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/w595_black.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Initially, I asked for this phone. The normal w595 in black as it was the nicer color of the 3 available. Then I found out later that it's quite common, so because I'm Jasmine and I don't like to have what everyone else has, I prayed and hope I'd get a different color or something something. After waiting for 2 weeks, I thought about my phone and just prayed a short silent prayer after school, a few minutes later, my mum comes in the class announcing the fact that my phone has arrived. blablablablabla... we collect, I open and TADA!!! Ms S appears before my eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, introducing Ms. S aka Ms Sony Ericsson aka Ms Seriously aka Ms Donkey aka Ms Butt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Ms. S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScYYKAmJ-JI/AAAAAAAAAgM/-9dNO3omXaI/s1600-h/DSC01957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScYYKAmJ-JI/AAAAAAAAAgM/-9dNO3omXaI/s320/DSC01957.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315962970395244690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScYYKNqd-QI/AAAAAAAAAgE/AYEZwRPFAv8/s1600-h/DSC01948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScYYKNqd-QI/AAAAAAAAAgE/AYEZwRPFAv8/s320/DSC01948.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315962973902993666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With a 3.2 mega pixel camera, she takes wonderful pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScYYKiipUjI/AAAAAAAAAgk/u-NSuiLLz2I/s1600-h/DSC00109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScYYKiipUjI/AAAAAAAAAgk/u-NSuiLLz2I/s320/DSC00109.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315962979507327538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScYYKjQyKOI/AAAAAAAAAgc/slIhJri72Mc/s1600-h/DSC00114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScYYKjQyKOI/AAAAAAAAAgc/slIhJri72Mc/s320/DSC00114.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315962979700844770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScYYKfixxvI/AAAAAAAAAgU/9TfZs2qA_o8/s1600-h/DSC00113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScYYKfixxvI/AAAAAAAAAgU/9TfZs2qA_o8/s320/DSC00113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315962978702575346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The ONLY downside to this phone, it doesn't have a 2 way camera. So video calling won't be as convenient. But I can't have everything right?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-3312413393268387401?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/3312413393268387401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=3312413393268387401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/3312413393268387401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/3312413393268387401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-been-snapping-away-with-my-phones.html' title='Ms. S'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScYYKAmJ-JI/AAAAAAAAAgM/-9dNO3omXaI/s72-c/DSC01957.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-584506313087138088</id><published>2009-03-20T23:22:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T00:50:44.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recently</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's been awhile I guess? but definitely not as long as my previous hiatus. What's happened since?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I dunno lots I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;School holidays this week, but none for me. Stupid American test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've bought heaps of books! Wonderful colorful cheap books!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I lost track of things I should have written down. So I'll let pictures do the talking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScO1sxt7riI/AAAAAAAAAck/ZSzuRE01IZM/s1600-h/DSC00053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScO1sxt7riI/AAAAAAAAAck/ZSzuRE01IZM/s320/DSC00053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315291766092181026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why so serious Chique?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScO1sTTgfzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/bnEV9TVCPMo/s1600-h/DSC00066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScO1sTTgfzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/bnEV9TVCPMo/s320/DSC00066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315291757928283954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Foamy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScO1sLXOKnI/AAAAAAAAAcU/2vz8XZ7zPH0/s1600-h/DSC00033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScO1sLXOKnI/AAAAAAAAAcU/2vz8XZ7zPH0/s320/DSC00033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315291755796376178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I tutor my brother. Right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScO1rzkFt_I/AAAAAAAAAcM/Fp2RV-M6Z_M/s1600-h/DSC00029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScO1rzkFt_I/AAAAAAAAAcM/Fp2RV-M6Z_M/s320/DSC00029.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315291749407897586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hamlet for school. Not fun. Yet at least&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScO55BjEgJI/AAAAAAAAAdM/dVfWmtcVJ_w/s1600-h/DSC01899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScO55BjEgJI/AAAAAAAAAdM/dVfWmtcVJ_w/s320/DSC01899.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315296374546530450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love Avocados. One of the first things I missed from Australia. real lucky to have gotten them here. Not as nice, but I'll take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScO54QEEQMI/AAAAAAAAAdE/7jjuRPwiRYU/s1600-h/DSC01885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScO54QEEQMI/AAAAAAAAAdE/7jjuRPwiRYU/s320/DSC01885.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315296361263153346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you know Shaz and Aimee were here. We ate, ate, ate and walked about abit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScO54Fh0TpI/AAAAAAAAAc8/CboUW1Cyenw/s1600-h/DSC00074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScO54Fh0TpI/AAAAAAAAAc8/CboUW1Cyenw/s320/DSC00074.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315296358435147410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The waiter who forgot my order! Why does he look like my brother?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScO53wcj_tI/AAAAAAAAAc0/XaI2t9uGom8/s1600-h/DSC00061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScO53wcj_tI/AAAAAAAAAc0/XaI2t9uGom8/s320/DSC00061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315296352775962322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mum-diva-principle/my boss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScO53uQaXFI/AAAAAAAAAcs/KXBjNeIQZHA/s1600-h/DSC00054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScO53uQaXFI/AAAAAAAAAcs/KXBjNeIQZHA/s320/DSC00054.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315296352188128338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brother tutors brother too. Ya man..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScPBaux5rbI/AAAAAAAAAd8/iURXw8JUHDE/s1600-h/un1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 126px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScPBaux5rbI/AAAAAAAAAd8/iURXw8JUHDE/s320/un1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315304650205408690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went Fugitive hunting on its last day. Went all around with Maybelle and Jack, asking strangers "Are you the hitz.fm fugitive?" in hope of winning 10k-15k! Must be super thick skin wei. Twas fun, but disappointing when nobody won.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScO9FJirT3I/AAAAAAAAAdk/uW63MBUbFvA/s1600-h/DSC01917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScO9FJirT3I/AAAAAAAAAdk/uW63MBUbFvA/s320/DSC01917.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315299881385676658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fugy hunters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScO9E6I610I/AAAAAAAAAdc/1k7zv1OnxxE/s1600-h/DSC01916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScO9E6I610I/AAAAAAAAAdc/1k7zv1OnxxE/s320/DSC01916.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315299877251110722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got distracted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScO9EqJco9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/YApw85iIYUo/s1600-h/DSC01913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScO9EqJco9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/YApw85iIYUo/s320/DSC01913.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315299872958358482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Too beautiful to pass up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScPBbwCOtyI/AAAAAAAAAec/zXb06o6OHhg/s1600-h/DSC00096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScPBbwCOtyI/AAAAAAAAAec/zXb06o6OHhg/s320/DSC00096.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315304667722200866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teaching with my mum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScPBb7qbn8I/AAAAAAAAAeU/QIiEvNAj2G0/s1600-h/DSC00088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScPBb7qbn8I/AAAAAAAAAeU/QIiEvNAj2G0/s320/DSC00088.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315304670843609026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My class! minus one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScPF4TtTvtI/AAAAAAAAAes/1Nw1FOaJL08/s1600-h/DSC00086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScPF4TtTvtI/AAAAAAAAAes/1Nw1FOaJL08/s320/DSC00086.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315309556380974802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thats how they play hide and seek, don't ask why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScPF5FUOsvI/AAAAAAAAAfE/RX5_q46keXY/s1600-h/DSC00104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScPF5FUOsvI/AAAAAAAAAfE/RX5_q46keXY/s320/DSC00104.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315309569697559282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty sunsets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScPF4mIhUaI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Y7D6e5_v7lk/s1600-h/DSC00101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScPF4mIhUaI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Y7D6e5_v7lk/s320/DSC00101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315309561326948770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty sunsets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScPF4aqY4dI/AAAAAAAAAe0/8bHbNdHfyr0/s1600-h/DSC00100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScPF4aqY4dI/AAAAAAAAAe0/8bHbNdHfyr0/s320/DSC00100.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315309558247776722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful nights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScPHgdzoHdI/AAAAAAAAAf0/UNjl1YmHw0Q/s1600-h/DSC01924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScPHgdzoHdI/AAAAAAAAAf0/UNjl1YmHw0Q/s320/DSC01924.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315311345798225362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Got to love Roald Dahl. Super good buy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScPHgLFTZ7I/AAAAAAAAAfs/dOD8B1madqk/s1600-h/DSC01923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScPHgLFTZ7I/AAAAAAAAAfs/dOD8B1madqk/s320/DSC01923.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315311340772091826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love the current rack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScPHfg3_wRI/AAAAAAAAAfk/PRyFZknaf3A/s1600-h/DSC01920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScPHfg3_wRI/AAAAAAAAAfk/PRyFZknaf3A/s320/DSC01920.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315311329441988882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Got to love Dr Seuss too. You don't find books like these anymore. Steal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScO1rvIIK1I/AAAAAAAAAcE/oxzHANium-4/s1600-h/DSC00015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScO1rvIIK1I/AAAAAAAAAcE/oxzHANium-4/s320/DSC00015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315291748216875858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Read this a month ago. Very good, am now on second book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScPHfvu-PFI/AAAAAAAAAfc/eGw92R1Pd3Q/s1600-h/DSC00123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScPHfvu-PFI/AAAAAAAAAfc/eGw92R1Pd3Q/s320/DSC00123.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315311333430672466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Second book. Loving it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScPHe7S57zI/AAAAAAAAAfU/bd4MdnsC-QA/s1600-h/DSC00107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScPHe7S57zI/AAAAAAAAAfU/bd4MdnsC-QA/s320/DSC00107.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315311319354306354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fat brother buying books. Where I spent RM100! While paying, I was thinking  out loud "Jasmine, what are you doing?!" but it's worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScPInP-ZxVI/AAAAAAAAAf8/W62ZWhaFS2U/s1600-h/DSC00118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScPInP-ZxVI/AAAAAAAAAf8/W62ZWhaFS2U/s320/DSC00118.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315312561856038226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dusted off, here I go again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-584506313087138088?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/584506313087138088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=584506313087138088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/584506313087138088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/584506313087138088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-been-awhile-i-guess-but-definitely.html' title='Recently'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/ScO1sxt7riI/AAAAAAAAAck/ZSzuRE01IZM/s72-c/DSC00053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-1763484705483002339</id><published>2009-02-24T19:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T20:12:58.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check!</title><content type='html'>The days are getting longer now. I think it's pretty. Sun only sets at 7.30pm. Looking out my balcony, I see a pink, blue and purple sky. The night is lit up by the bright almost-white moon. I don't know why I've never noticed that days do get longer in Malaysia, only after coming back did I realize. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a great week as stated in the previous post. The weekend was superb with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shaz&lt;/span&gt; and Aimee. I'm reminded of how much I miss Australia. 12 more months! It's going to go by so fast. At least the first 6 months for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm currently reading The Alchemist by Paulo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Coelho&lt;/span&gt;. Just did a major workout to get rid of the excess 5 kilos currently residing on me in the form of unattractive fats. Ash Wednesday is tomorrow, first time attending it. Cleaned out the room to accommodate my guest. Still quite clean after 2 days. Did a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LPT&lt;/span&gt; and quite a bit of school work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm on &lt;a href="http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2009/01/attempt-number-two-i-think-its-only-two.html"&gt;track&lt;/a&gt;!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 51, 34); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;focus more on my spiritual relationship &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHECK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 51, 34); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;read more intellectual books &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHECK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 51, 34); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;get a little fitter &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHECK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 51, 34); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;clean out my room &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHECK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/30730523-1763484705483002339?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/1763484705483002339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=1763484705483002339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/1763484705483002339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/1763484705483002339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2009/02/check.html' title='Check!'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-5428542402632598086</id><published>2009-02-20T17:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T17:47:06.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good week</title><content type='html'>So I've a few things to write about. Last weekend I was in Singapore yes? I had an amazing time. The night before I left was good because B.O.B accompanied me, the electricity blacked out a few times and that was some fun with the brothers. Left at 11am instead of 6, had amazing Indian brunch. Journey there was quite good too. No stress. Dad actually allowed me to drive for a while but I didn't dare. So scary la!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The gathering was nice. My nice and nephew are so cute. They were the highlight of my trip. I want to go back to Singapore just to play with them. Sigh, don't grow up please! Food that night was soooooo good. Aunt from Adelaide brought the salmon, oyster, sharks fin etc. SO.GOOD. Though the worst part of the entire trip was the sleep I had that night. Hardly any blanket, air con blowing directly at me. Nose ran the entire night. Urgh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fortunately the next day was good. Good breakfast - got to love Singapore for the MeePok, visited grandma's altar thing in the temple. Then super good lunch at Island Cafe in Tangs. I hear there's one in Pavilion here, must go try. Then SHOP! Finally bought 2 bags I needed and a purse. So cheap and nice! Oh and not forgetting the charms from Tangs that I almost always buy when I'm there. Bought a snail and a wine opener this time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We left Singapore an hour later than expected. The trip back was so good. The view was amazing, the sunset was beautiful, music was good, the stop in Pagoh was interesting. Such a great trip. Felt like I was on a real holiday and not an overnight one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/SZ55Zgz4k3I/AAAAAAAAAas/5JsDw6O-XLw/s1600-h/DSC01785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/SZ55Zgz4k3I/AAAAAAAAAas/5JsDw6O-XLw/s320/DSC01785.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304810890300265330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/SZ55aAUNr_I/AAAAAAAAAa0/55_0GnGGJ-s/s1600-h/DSC01783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/SZ55aAUNr_I/AAAAAAAAAa0/55_0GnGGJ-s/s320/DSC01783.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304810898757365746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See the things in the cupboard? Those are the altars (?) of the deceased. I think they keep the ashes behind it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/SZ55aZkY4aI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ogqycU_uWCQ/s1600-h/DSC01787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/SZ55aZkY4aI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ogqycU_uWCQ/s320/DSC01787.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304810905536094626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Malaysia can be pretty too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/SZ55auRlcdI/AAAAAAAAAbE/PMNbLvLHz30/s1600-h/DSC01789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/SZ55auRlcdI/AAAAAAAAAbE/PMNbLvLHz30/s320/DSC01789.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304810911094370770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/SZ55aoBTbvI/AAAAAAAAAbM/LwN2u_cYIpQ/s1600-h/DSC01792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/SZ55aoBTbvI/AAAAAAAAAbM/LwN2u_cYIpQ/s320/DSC01792.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304810909415468786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lucky shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it was mum's birthday the next day. Went to Westin for dinner. Good food, good wine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/SZ56u5gOBaI/AAAAAAAAAbs/rQup8Txcggw/s1600-h/DSC01811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/SZ56u5gOBaI/AAAAAAAAAbs/rQup8Txcggw/s320/DSC01811.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304812357217551778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Justin trying to be artistic. I think its quite nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/SZ56uu8WheI/AAAAAAAAAbk/SeA04SXR1yk/s1600-h/DSC01807.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/SZ56uu8WheI/AAAAAAAAAbk/SeA04SXR1yk/s320/DSC01807.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304812354382759394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ostrich meat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/SZ56ueFtZoI/AAAAAAAAAbc/i53LD5vwHHE/s1600-h/DSC01806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/SZ56ueFtZoI/AAAAAAAAAbc/i53LD5vwHHE/s320/DSC01806.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304812349858604674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiau(?) beef&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/SZ56uaMXtWI/AAAAAAAAAbU/R3lxTkZWMO0/s1600-h/DSC01805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/SZ56uaMXtWI/AAAAAAAAAbU/R3lxTkZWMO0/s320/DSC01805.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304812348812801378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lobster. My first time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good week. And now I have Shaz and Aimee, friends from Australia over. Very good week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-5428542402632598086?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/5428542402632598086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=5428542402632598086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/5428542402632598086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/5428542402632598086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-week.html' title='Good week'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/SZ55Zgz4k3I/AAAAAAAAAas/5JsDw6O-XLw/s72-c/DSC01785.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-8364948164660349224</id><published>2009-02-18T02:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T02:21:12.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honk</title><content type='html'>I should say this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;while&lt;/span&gt; I'm still excited&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;About 30min ago, I.. booked my flight to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; Kong!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;I'M GOING TO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HONG&lt;/span&gt; KONG!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Honk if you're going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; Kong&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So excited. Only cost me RM320 for a return ticket. 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; to 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; June. Staying with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Suanne&lt;/span&gt; - stepper friend. And there's Joey there as well, another stepper friend. and and and.. the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Doulos&lt;/span&gt; is there too!! I'm be going on a holiday without me parents. To &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;HONG&lt;/span&gt; KONG! Country number 8 =D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is amazing. The tickets went from 650 to 580 to 550 to 350 and just as I was about to book the 350 ones, I receive an email saying there's a 20% discount starting now and finally got my ticket for 298 ( + other stuff = 320) GOD IS SO GOOD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Lord, for answering my prayers, for blessing me, for this opportunity and everything else! I LOVE YOU&lt;br /&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/30730523-8364948164660349224?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/8364948164660349224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=8364948164660349224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/8364948164660349224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/8364948164660349224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2009/02/honk.html' title='Honk'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-2669997170494808476</id><published>2009-02-14T01:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T23:36:04.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuffies</title><content type='html'>I think I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of things I wanted to write out as the week went by but for the life of me, I can't remember much! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that I wanted to say I've been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;-less and phone-less for about 3 weeks now and I am still alive. Not exactly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;-less though as we have a "spare" one, though not as easily accessible. Phone wise, I think I'm just lazy to get it back, and I must say I enjoy not having one at times. I don't have to worry about parents calling me unnecessarily, and there isn't any wheres-my-phone burden, or any must-remember-to-bring-my-phone burden. Though at times, I wish I had it for convenience sake. But one can truly live without that mobile device.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's also the issue of my weight. Though not exactly weight and not exactly an issue. I think the bigger problem is fitting into my current clothing! Chap &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Goh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Meh&lt;/span&gt; passed 4 days ago and I don't see myself slowing down on the food intake. Too many leftovers I think. I wish I could be discipline enough and try the no sugar thing for at least 3 days. Only 3!! and I fail everyday. Miserably. I also dream that I will start running everyday like I used to 4 years ago, but.. um, lets just stick to no sugar first okay? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it's also Valentines day. 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of February. Every year as this day goes by, I would think if the next year's would be the same or if it'd finally be different. This year, it's just another day to me. Wasn't looking forward to it or dreading it or anything. Much like what Halloween (the holiday) is. It's still nice to receives wishes and such since it is something nice to say and to wish to others as well. I think the day Valentines becomes "different" will be when ... I actually don't know. I tried to think of it, but nothing came up. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, strange. Oh well, I'll just leave it there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm heading to Singapore today. I'll be leaving early for a family gathering. Wasn't quite looking forward to it, but I'll still go la. Family right? Plus, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;there'll&lt;/span&gt; be shopping to do afterward! And Singapore food! (oh no, I shouldn't be too happy about this)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started with Leviticus a month or two ago. Someone advised me to just pick a book in the Bible to read. Finish the book, no matter how long or how ever, try to keep a journal etc. So I've been trying. Why Leviticus? After trying a few books, I gave up, prayed, closed my eyes and pointed at a spot. Open my eyes, open the Bible, and it's Leviticus. I know, of all books?! But then again, I attended a camp last year in Australia and the topics were on this book! I didn't doubt it then, and it's actually quite an interesting read. I'm at chapter 8 I think. Haven't touched it for 1 month? Should get back at it since no novels these days can catch my attention fully. I've been trying to read a good book. I think I switched between 3 or 4 already? Never going beyond the 50 page mark. But they're good books!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still miss Australia. I miss Adelaide. I miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Canowindra&lt;/span&gt;. I miss the moonlight. It was hot hot hot. But if I'm right, I think the leaves are falling. I wish I didn't have to miss that. It would have been my favourite time of the year. Next year Jasmine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-2669997170494808476?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/2669997170494808476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=2669997170494808476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/2669997170494808476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/2669997170494808476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2009/02/stuffes.html' title='Stuffies'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-7702269043744933080</id><published>2009-02-10T03:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T23:37:26.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing stuff</title><content type='html'>Ah.. frequent updates. Gives the blog a new um.... feel. I've been very forgetful these days. While shopping, I couldn't remember what I like. Until Maybelle says "oh ya, I remember you like shoes with the side designs." and then I go " I can't remember." That happened quite often, and we're talking about Maybelle here, the forgetful one. Maybe it's because there are other things filling my mind. What it is I don't even really know. I know one of it for sure, and that particular thing is not a healthy thing to think about. It keeps me awake, through the night at times. It eats up my study time, and basically does not good to me. So I've got to control my thoughts and not think about it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.. easier said than done. I'll try &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nonetheless&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've also been missing the other life away from home pretty much too. I miss being able to dress the way I like and be adventures. I can't do that here, I tend to think of others "expectations" and view myself from others eyes. That's not so right, I agree. But it's society and a big part of life. I can't help it. Over there, no one knows me, no one knows how I normally dress, I have no one to compare my dressing to. I liked it. I think that may be why I forget what I like while shopping. I want to dress out of myself, but don't dare to anymore, and yet I don't want to buy clothes like I did before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss learning new stuff everyday. Learning about myself and experiencing God in an in-your-face way. Experiencing new things and meeting new people. Being in new situations and learning to handle them. Sometimes I even get sick and tired of trying to be a "new" person over here. Over there, I don't have to try as hard. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; easier when people don't already know you for so-many-years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole spending time for myself thing isn't working out very well. I spend time for myself, I do. But not on my relationship with Him, though I pray more now. The reading more thing isn't working, the cleaning my room isn't working, getting fitter is so not happening... I side tracked pretty quick eh? Got to get back. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt; is over today. No more excuses Jasmine. Get away from the computer and do stuff! and study too! You'll feel more productive and not so useless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, GO JASMINE!&lt;br /&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/30730523-7702269043744933080?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/7702269043744933080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=7702269043744933080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/7702269043744933080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/7702269043744933080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2009/02/missing-stuff.html' title='Missing stuff'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-3747940792267522842</id><published>2009-02-05T19:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T19:45:38.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shamazing day</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; This was my prayer last night, among other stuff I prayed for,&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; 'Lord, I pray for a great day tomorrow, that you bless all the fellowship and happenings, that it will be a happy one with no hardships, do as you please, fill the day with joy"&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; and today, i had an AMAZING day. from the time I woke up till this moment as I'm typing. Thank you Lord for this blessing and for answering my prayer.&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-3747940792267522842?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/3747940792267522842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=3747940792267522842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/3747940792267522842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/3747940792267522842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2009/02/shamazing-day.html' title='shamazing day'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-9009462182068047340</id><published>2009-02-03T17:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T17:41:33.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; In between? Is that what this is called? Just drifting, doing what has to be done and just plain wasting my time otherwise. In between the old and the new. Or rather, the old and the coming. I need a change. Any kind of change. Drastic, subtle, as long as it gives me some kind of push. It's&amp;nbsp;much more difficult to change myself when I'm at home compared to when I was away. Everything is familiar, nothing to challenge me, difficult to change my "preception". Change, Lord, I need change.&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-9009462182068047340?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/9009462182068047340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=9009462182068047340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/9009462182068047340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/9009462182068047340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2009/02/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-7039184742630214957</id><published>2009-02-01T01:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T01:05:13.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Age/Friendship/Trust</title><content type='html'>&lt;html&gt; &lt;head&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/head&gt; &lt;body class='hmmessage'&gt; Age, friendship and trust. What order should they be placed in? You'll age no matter what. You gain friendship through trust and friendships last as long as you age. So is it trust, friendship and age? Without one or the other will the rest follow? But in what manner? So again, what order should they be placed in? I wonder. &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-7039184742630214957?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/7039184742630214957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=7039184742630214957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/7039184742630214957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/7039184742630214957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2009/02/agefriendshiptrust.html' title='Age/Friendship/Trust'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-6624323909179190803</id><published>2009-01-26T18:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T20:11:30.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attempt number two ( i think its only two)</title><content type='html'>Scratch everything I said before about trying cause I didn't. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Whats new? Whats new? Well, life's been quite new lately. I'm turning twenty this year. From now its going to be -ty's and no more -teen's =(. Last years adventures sure have changed me. For the better in so many ways. This year so far, I've been trying to live as a new person. One who doesn't get too comfortable for too long. At first, the idea of leaving home as soon as possible was just shuper but that doesn't seem like it's going to happen. Not anytime soon at least, unless the big man up there says so. So this year, instead of starting my life away from home, I shall remain home to take time for myself. Not in the selfish way of course, more like try to brush up on my time with God, focus more on my spiritual relationship instead of social ones, read more intellectual books, get a little fitter, clean out my room etc. then with all that, I shall apply it all towards my society, friends and acquaintances and such. It's not going to easy for sure. I'm gonna lose track so so many times, but i think it'll turn out fine don't you?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So this year, after all that changing of plans, plan D (or is it E or F?) is to stay home in Malaysia, finish grade 12 by February, start work in mums school as assistant teacher/pre-school teacher in March and take the SAT's again in May. Keeping in mind that US is still an option. Then I'll leave for Newie in 2010 to finally begin my degree (Bachelor of Teaching/Bachelor of Arts Primary). By then, I'd have work experience, a better spiritual self, and be more prepared for living away from home (in more ways than one).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday (25/1/09) was an eventful one, little brother turned 18, CNY eve, a friend left, a friend got married. Ah... life, you are what you are.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Alright, I shall get back to my new found love of 80's rock and maybe attempt to get into the CNY mood.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;rte_text&gt;&lt;/rte_text&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;check out the rest of the Windows Live™. More than mail–Windows Live™ goes way beyond your inbox.  &lt;a href="http://www.microsoft.com/windows/windowslive/" target="_new"&gt;More than messages&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-6624323909179190803?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/6624323909179190803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=6624323909179190803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/6624323909179190803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/6624323909179190803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2009/01/attempt-number-two-i-think-its-only-two.html' title='Attempt number two ( i think its only two)'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-4262569623795060359</id><published>2008-09-21T21:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T21:45:34.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God is good</title><content type='html'>it's about time i started using this blog again eh? Write more about other stuff than my travels. I think writing's coming back to me now. Plus, it'll be a good read of God's goodness in the future.&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; So i've been learning so much these past months. Mostly just being very very very blesses. God has just given me so much! Much more than I could ever ask for. He's been so faithful and so merciful. He teaches me, challenges me, stretches me so many times and in the end, I still end up screaming at Him for the things i don't get or the things i want. But ah, God is good remember? God is ever loving and ever forgiving and ever gracious. And He just keeps on giving me. Oh, how I love Him.&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; My plans in Australia started with nothing, and look where I'm at now! About 15 town and 4 main cities in Australia. God is good. I've been asking Him to teach me and to make me grow in Him, to be the person He wants me to be and to do the things He wants me to do. To let Him set me in his path and for me to just surrender to everything that's Him. I've learnt many times over and over again that I must FOLLOW HIM, and when I go astray, guess what? He brings me back. Yes, God is good. &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; He's taught me recently to LOVE. Not just to say to a friend "i love you" and let them know it, or to be kind towards another person because of love, or to be nice or whatever. But really love like the Bible talks about Love. Like 1 Corinthians 13. I prayed earnestly for God to teach me something that day and He pressed that verse on my heart. I must love the way He talks about love. To not envy, to not keep records of wrong doings, to be not easily angered to rejoice in truth etc. When applied into my daily life, I've realized how I've fallen short of all this, and then realized how loveless my relationships have been. At the end, it says that LOVE NEVER FAILS. It doesn't say love works only for that person, or sometimes it might not work, or that it depends on the situation, it says it NEVER fails. Ah, have I said God is good? how much more of an assurance can you get? It also says that without love, everything else is futile. Without love, my passion, my talents, my knowledge is nothing.&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; I've also learnt not to thrust my being into the company of others. To not rely my happiness, my joy, my character, my emotions on my relationship with other human beings, but completely in God. Human beings will fail you, disappoint you, break your trust. But guess what? God is good. And He's also showed me that even regarding my relationships and friends, He is in absolute control.&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Another thing I've noticed is how passionate I've been and how God always revive that passion. The moment I go astray or my fire dampens. He always lights it up again and I'm on fire for Him. While on the ship, everyone was well, not always, but most of the time passionate for Him and it was so easy to let that passion grow in me as well. I liked it, I loved it! I loved being on fire for God and His kingdom. It was an amazing feeling! To be just all for Him to let Him do whatever He wants to do in me. In ME! Insignificant little me! So after the ship, I still had that fire, but then I started to die as the people around me just well, "didn't have it". I could be sitting at a conversation and then bring it to the topic of how great God is and be going on about His goodness, about every other thing&amp;nbsp;and centering it on Him and just loving it, and I'd leave the conversation feeling how little the other person has responded. How the other person had that "okay, stop talking about God now" look and vibe. I'm not saying that if you don't talk about God 24/7 you're not passionate,&amp;nbsp; or don't love Him or whatever, I'm just saying it was&amp;nbsp;a different environment out of the ship. And so my fire goes down, and I'm less and less motivated about anything. And remember how good God is? He sends me to Cornerstone and I just learn even more. Now, back in Adelaide, away from the confines of a Christian community, He's taught me that another way to be passionate about Him is by LIVING for Him. Not just what I say or do, but by LIVING for him. &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Alright, that's alot for now, hopefully I write more in the future.&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Goodnight, and God bless&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; end#&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;Make the most of what you can do on your PC and the Web, just the way you want. &lt;a href='http://www.get.live.com/wl/all' target='_new'&gt;Windows Live&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-4262569623795060359?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/4262569623795060359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=4262569623795060359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/4262569623795060359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/4262569623795060359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2008/09/god-is-good.html' title='God is good'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-5778580706826153765</id><published>2008-04-15T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T19:30:02.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;Oh! So dusty. Sorry poor blue blog. I know I&amp;#8217;ve neglected you. But it&amp;#8217;s about time I came back here to do what I normally do. Express myself? I think that&amp;#8217;s it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;So one week on the ship right? Opne week and 2 days to be exact. I&amp;#8217;ve met Doini from &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place  w:st="on"&gt;Romania&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. She&amp;#8217;s cool. But while working, she mentioned something. You can&amp;#8217;t exactly tell people how it&amp;#8217;s wonderful to be on the ship. You can&amp;#8217;t exactly explain. How can you? Ya, you can say you live with people from all over the world, and that it&amp;#8217;s great because you can experience the different cultures and&amp;nbsp; yada yada. But how can you really know? You have to be HERE. I&amp;#8217;m not using this as an excuse of course. It&amp;#8217;s more like and realization? (sorry, my English is dying here. Have to make my sentences simpler while talking to other people who&amp;#8217;s first language isn&amp;#8217;t english) before I came on the ship, I tried to get as much information as possible. Talk to as many people as possible. Find out how they felt about it and what they&amp;#8217;ve learnt. But I realized that it was all almost the same and very general. I wasn&amp;#8217;t satisfied with all that before coming to the ship was possible. But after it was definite that I&amp;#8217;m coming, I just left it as &amp;#8220;nevermind, I&amp;#8217;m gonna find out soon for myself&amp;#8221;. And true enough, if I were to tell someone back home, I would say almost the same things as the other people have told me. It&amp;#8217;s so difficult to explain something like this when I&amp;#8217;m actually LIVING here. To express what you&amp;#8217;ve gotten from this experience is to basically express how you&amp;#8217;ve LIVED! If I were to tell you the same things as the others. Like it&amp;#8217;s a wonderful time, I got so much closer to God, you&amp;#8217;ll learn lots of things, etc. I&amp;#8217;d feel it&amp;#8217;s not enough. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;I feel like the way I express myself is through my actions and my daily life. I see God mostly in what I do and what happens around me. So to me, I find it most helpful if I were to read about what the other person has been doing. Like for example, when I get to do stuff I&amp;#8217;ve never done before or see things I&amp;#8217;ve never seen before, I thank God so much and realize how privileged I am to be where I am and who I am, I learn that there is so much more to the world I&amp;#8217;ve known all my life. And thats just one example. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;So maybe I should express these thoughts? Ya, I should. Can&amp;#8217;t really &amp;#8220;expect&amp;#8221; people to know how I think right? Okay then. But is it enough?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&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/30730523-5778580706826153765?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/5778580706826153765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=5778580706826153765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/5778580706826153765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/5778580706826153765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2008/04/how.html' title='How?'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-9139134615662383726</id><published>2008-04-05T04:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T14:13:19.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><content type='html'>Hello poor blog. I've neglected you! Though I have been updating the other blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 4.30 am now. I'm leaving in about 12 hours. Maybelle is here. Staying overnight to keep me company. I guess I'm packed, just a few more things to stuff. Have not reached 20kg! only 13 so far. But thats just suitcase la. Still have got hand carry. But eh, hand carry also still not full yet okayyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited, afraid, and sad! At the same time!! Craziness! (As Maybelle would say)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so afraid that I would forget something important to bring along!! Nevermind. Cross my fingers and pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, after all that panicking, stress and everything else. I'm ACTUALLY GOING! Remember all my previous posts about Doulos? Well, it's finally here! In about 24 hours, I'd be on the ship already. So remember Janene and I at 2pm Sunday ya? That's when we'd have boarded the ship already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I'm gonna miss home so much! But I'm also wayyy too excited for what God has for me. Pray for me people! Pray especially that I'd get to update more. It'll be mostly the other blog that'll be updated more though. Oh ya, if I haven't mentioned yet, the email is &lt;a href="mailto:jasmine.koit@mvdoulos.org"&gt;____&lt;/a&gt;. I won't have access to both blogs while on board, so can't read chatbox, only comments (if they get sent to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Email me people! AND PRAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye =D =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-9139134615662383726?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/9139134615662383726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=9139134615662383726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/9139134615662383726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/9139134615662383726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2008/04/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-5026571390334454993</id><published>2008-03-28T01:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T00:17:46.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Old</title><content type='html'>LESS THAN 10 DAYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I still have 5 more books. I really don't think I can finish it all in time. Seriously. Stupid lazy arse. AND, the visas I need for both PNG and AUS are still processing! I'm dead laaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm expected to share something about my coming trip in church on Sunday. I have no idea what to do laaaa. I worship lead not enough meh? Doosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've somewhat packed. 13 shirts for Doulos too much? 3 sets of pajamas? 4 pairs of long pants? 20kg bag to check in plus hand carry plus bagpack. Remember the crazy flightplan? Oh ya, the dress code for PNG is so werid la. I hope it's only for PNG and not the other islands as well. For girls, if we wear pants, we have to wear a shrit that's long enough to COVER the bum completely. Otherwise, a normal shirt with knee lenght skirt. So mah fan la! Where to find long shirt you tell me? The advise given was just to wear skirts. Urgh, now I have to pack more. Plus, I only have 3 knee lenght skirts and they're all precious. Laundry there is once a week and they use this dryer thing that's not really good for clothes. Kinda wears it out. So how la my skirts? boohoo. Oh, and when I'm there, I'm going to tell you guys more about Charlie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I still have more shopping to do! How in the world am I going to find time to shop? This weekends scheduale is already packed packed packed!! I lost so much weight this month! (weee) But I think I'm going to put them on again. I've been trying to stuff myself with all those yummy KL food I'm going to miss so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so feel like changing my plans and come back earlier instead of December. Maybe October/November. Urgh, the fickled mindedness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures!! at last!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're super old because I lost my cable and only just got the adapter for my memory card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;During mime dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R-vYnLeBiYI/AAAAAAAAAOI/WZzg7B2kHwY/s1600-h/DSC08914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182473963825105282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R-vYnLeBiYI/AAAAAAAAAOI/WZzg7B2kHwY/s320/DSC08914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R-vYnreBiZI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/jid4pbdbM2Y/s1600-h/DSC08916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182473972415039890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R-vYnreBiZI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/jid4pbdbM2Y/s320/DSC08916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Last day of school 2007&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R-vYobeBibI/AAAAAAAAAOg/36TpbpZLW-k/s1600-h/DSC08932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182473985299941810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R-vYobeBibI/AAAAAAAAAOg/36TpbpZLW-k/s320/DSC08932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R-vYoreBicI/AAAAAAAAAOo/i8PnLf-XKg8/s1600-h/DSC08942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182473989594909122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R-vYoreBicI/AAAAAAAAAOo/i8PnLf-XKg8/s320/DSC08942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R_C_M7eBiiI/AAAAAAAAAPY/avfZzrUDscc/s1600-h/DSC08952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183853399946398242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R_C_M7eBiiI/AAAAAAAAAPY/avfZzrUDscc/s320/DSC08952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R_C_NbeBijI/AAAAAAAAAPg/ToS-gEIbMKs/s1600-h/DSC08954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183853408536332850" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R_DG2reBisI/AAAAAAAAAQo/r9-LtqOtpxE/s320/DSC09031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R_DG27eBitI/AAAAAAAAAQw/aHrEvPqE7rQ/s1600-h/DSC09046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183861818082298578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R_DG27eBitI/AAAAAAAAAQw/aHrEvPqE7rQ/s320/DSC09046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R_DG3LeBiuI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/DpNotSjPAmk/s1600-h/DSC09069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183861822377265890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R_DG3LeBiuI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/DpNotSjPAmk/s320/DSC09069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R_DG3beBivI/AAAAAAAAARA/2UxacVdsZqg/s1600-h/DSC09059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183861826672233202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R_DG3beBivI/AAAAAAAAARA/2UxacVdsZqg/s320/DSC09059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R_DG3reBiwI/AAAAAAAAARI/pHB5tj78pe8/s1600-h/DSC09071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183861830967200514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R_DG3reBiwI/AAAAAAAAARI/pHB5tj78pe8/s320/DSC09071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R_ENFbeBixI/AAAAAAAAARQ/uRoFJOANQI0/s1600-h/DSC09095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183939033004346130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R_ENFbeBixI/AAAAAAAAARQ/uRoFJOANQI0/s320/DSC09095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R_ENGLeBiyI/AAAAAAAAARY/lcbQ-ATvloM/s1600-h/DSC09096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183939045889248034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R_ENGLeBiyI/AAAAAAAAARY/lcbQ-ATvloM/s320/DSC09096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R_ENGreBizI/AAAAAAAAARg/_1M_CUfoSnk/s1600-h/DSC09099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183939054479182642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R_ENGreBizI/AAAAAAAAARg/_1M_CUfoSnk/s320/DSC09099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-5026571390334454993?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/5026571390334454993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=5026571390334454993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/5026571390334454993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/5026571390334454993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2008/03/old.html' title='The Old'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R-vYnLeBiYI/AAAAAAAAAOI/WZzg7B2kHwY/s72-c/DSC08914.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-5853582527908505104</id><published>2008-03-24T23:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T00:04:50.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updated</title><content type='html'>I just realized that the information in the last post is &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;outdated!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Sorry, sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;leaving on the 5th now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Flight at 6.50pm from KLIA to Singapore. Arrive in Singapore, meet Janene, leave for Brisbane with Janene. From Brisbane, arrive in Port Moresby PNG at 1.40pm. Doulos people pick us up and &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE'RE STEPPERS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the ship till 11th of June, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;stay in a hostel in Auckland till the 15th,&lt;/span&gt; leave at 1.25pm for Sydney together with Janene, then I head for Adelaide, she heads for Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrive in Adelaide at 6pm, and I don't know what after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave Adelaide on the 11th of December at 1.30pm, fly to Singapore (transit), and then &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;BACK HOME! At 9pm on the 11th of December.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, if anyone's been to Auckland, or know what to do there, TELL ME! Janene and I are still trying to plan our trip. Not easy la! Especially when &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we're noobs at "holidaying"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;jasmineawayfromhome.blogspot.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the blog I'm gonna be updating through email while on the ship as well as when I'm away la. It was actually jasminefloats.blogspot.com, but then I'm not floating the entire time I'm away, hence, the change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-5853582527908505104?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/5853582527908505104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=5853582527908505104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/5853582527908505104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/5853582527908505104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2008/03/updated.html' title='updated'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-5540424777881880969</id><published>2008-03-18T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T23:12:59.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted I is</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;oh shit, oh shit, oh shit...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 days! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;crap crap crappp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 more books! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;die die die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 more Math books! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DIE DIE DIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I hate being busy!&lt;/span&gt; So much to do, so little time. Every single day, I come home from school at 7pm after running around everywhere. And by running, I mean with wheels la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doosh la, still haven't seen so many people yet. Argh, whatever la. If I don't even see them, then forget about it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die laaa, 19 days you know.. 19 days ago, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I was fussing about it being 36 days left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to start packing la! How do you pack for 8 months away from home at completely different locations with different weathers? And you're only allowed 20kg! I have the bags and everything, but &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I DON'T know where to start! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to sleep! And be LAZY! And do nothing but laze around and wait for 5th of April to drop by! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Exhausted I is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps :I created another blog, with a separate account. It's still under construction. Using it to update people about my time away. Reason why it's separated from this blog is because I'm publicizing it and I don't want any other human being to read this if I can help it. Guess what the blog add is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pps: Braces coming off-fer-fer on the 25th!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-5540424777881880969?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/5540424777881880969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=5540424777881880969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/5540424777881880969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/5540424777881880969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2008/03/exhausted-i-is.html' title='Exhausted I is'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-6129184430936179304</id><published>2008-03-12T11:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T12:52:20.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confirmed</title><content type='html'>Shalom! Hello slightly bigger world. All is good. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God heals, time heals =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the plan is, I''ll be heading down to Singapore by car &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on the 4th or the 5th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, fly off from Singapore on the 5th and reach the ship on the 6th. I just realized that I have never listed down my ports of all here! Here you go (you can go Google the places up) -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://doulos.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=706&amp;amp;Itemid=256&amp;amp;portid=1333"&gt;Port MoresbyPapua New Guinea&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mar 28th, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Apr 17th, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://doulos.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=706&amp;amp;Itemid=256&amp;amp;portid=1336"&gt;Port VilaVanuatu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apr 23rd, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Apr 29th, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://doulos.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=706&amp;amp;Itemid=256&amp;amp;portid=1338"&gt;LautokaFiji&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 2nd, 2008&lt;br /&gt;May 14th, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://doulos.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=706&amp;amp;Itemid=256&amp;amp;portid=1337"&gt;SuvaFiji&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 15th, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Jun 4th, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://doulos.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=706&amp;amp;Itemid=256&amp;amp;portid=1340"&gt;AucklandNew Zealand&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun 9th, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Jul 1st, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving the ship on the 11th and after that, I'll leave Auckland on the 15th. Yes, I'm staying longer in NZ! Do touristy stufffff&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; *insert super wide metallic smiley*&lt;/span&gt; Fly to Adelaide and stay there till approximately the 10th of December. laalaalaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm booking my flights now as I type so &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everything IS confirmed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; That means about 23 days left! Can't wait! Can't wait! ( I wish I could just burn the 7 more school books I have to finish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grade 8 theory exam was on Monday, STEP orientation was yesterday, and Doulos in 23 dayssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt; I HAVE A PARTNER?!&lt;/span&gt; Her name is Janene (yes! another Jay) She's from Segamat and she'll be going for the same STEP. Yay!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-6129184430936179304?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/6129184430936179304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=6129184430936179304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/6129184430936179304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/6129184430936179304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2008/03/confirmed.html' title='Confirmed'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-4916601633858889650</id><published>2008-03-05T01:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T01:31:17.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pull Out</title><content type='html'>Hello minuscule world! Time for more emo-ing. Just close this window la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like pulling out of my STEP. I'm not even on the ship yet and I already think it'll be bad(not the ship, me) I'm not right. I'm not right with God, people and myself. So how can I be in a program that requires me to be my best when I'm not. I'm not even myself anymore. I don't even know what that is. I've been hoping that I'll get over it before the ship, but it's 31 fucking days left. Not good at all. Plus, the amount of things I have on my hands is so overwhelming, I really really really can't take it. Delaying my STEP would lighten things, it'll also give me more time to get right. Should I? The weirdest thing is, even though I hate all the work and even though I'm not right, I can't wait to go! Sheesh, I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't say it if you don't mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't tell me things you won't do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't pretend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll never believe again anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-4916601633858889650?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/4916601633858889650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=4916601633858889650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/4916601633858889650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/4916601633858889650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2008/03/pull-out.html' title='Pull Out'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-6028952313572489484</id><published>2008-03-03T17:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T17:36:34.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>I hate you&lt;br /&gt;I hate that you're stupid&lt;br /&gt;I hate that you're paranoid&lt;br /&gt;I hate that you're lazy&lt;br /&gt;I hate that you're a hypocrite&lt;br /&gt;I hate that you're a bitch&lt;br /&gt;I hate that you're selfish&lt;br /&gt;I hate that you're a wuss&lt;br /&gt;I hate that you're alive&lt;br /&gt;You, I fucking hate you so much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-6028952313572489484?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/6028952313572489484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=6028952313572489484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/6028952313572489484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/6028952313572489484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2008/03/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-6959865290298620244</id><published>2008-02-29T02:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T02:15:02.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish, I need, Maybe</title><content type='html'>I wish I could get sucked in a hole and maybe come out at another end to a whole different universe. I wish the myth about sinking sand was true. That at the other end, You're in a different place. I wish I could freeze myself and wake up in the future like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cartman&lt;/span&gt;. I wish I could go to heaven right now. I wish I could stop my beating heart. I wish I could shut my brain completely off. I wish I could just leave. I wish I could erase my memories, both good and bad ones. I wish I could be sent to the butcher to be chopped up alive. I wish I could be sliced open and my guts taken out of me. I wish I could point a shotgun and blow my head up. I wish the human race could be extinct. I wish that everyone was sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a new brain. I need a new heart. I need all things old to be burnt fried and sent to hell. Or rather, sent to hell to be burnt and fried. I need to run away. I need a complete change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe, just maybe, I could be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; happy forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-6959865290298620244?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/6959865290298620244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=6959865290298620244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/6959865290298620244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/6959865290298620244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-wish-i-need-maybe.html' title='I wish, I need, Maybe'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-4725898455685862951</id><published>2008-02-27T18:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T18:16:02.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flies</title><content type='html'>I've not been blogging lately because if I did, it'll be all emo now. Been fucking depressed for days. Ah yes. And I'd swear too. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I shall let the flies take over until I'm a happier person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or, I actually itch to blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or, something stupid like the lock thing happens again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, 38 fucking days left!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-4725898455685862951?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/4725898455685862951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=4725898455685862951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/4725898455685862951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/4725898455685862951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2008/02/flies.html' title='Flies'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-9085421817050509405</id><published>2008-02-21T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T22:58:46.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't even have a word to describe it</title><content type='html'>I better post this while its still fresh. So I locked myself out right? That was Saturday morning. I didn't call the locksmith because my mum wanted to look for the keys first. (Don't want to admit defeat la...) Plus, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was really lucky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because the day before, I brought a load of stuff to Huey Sing's house and didn't bring them into my room. So I had my bag, jeans, one top, comb etc. Even my school bag was outside cause &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I was actually hard working this holiday and did work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after FIVE days of &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;being locked out and sleeping like a nomad&lt;/span&gt;, after FIVE days of &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;searching high and low,&lt;/span&gt; after FIVE days of &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;trying to pick the lock&lt;/span&gt;, after FIVE days &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;without my phone&lt;/span&gt;, I finally call the locksmith. He came in the evening, picked the lock with his fancy tools and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;charged me RM45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Here comes the most &lt;em&gt;*I don't even have a word to describe it&lt;/em&gt;* part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after he unlocked the door, I searched for the keys in my room and couldn't find it. My mum checked the basket where the key's are normally kept again and... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TADA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; She found the keys behind the basket!!! (Ya, you can shoot me now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;paid RM45 for nothing,&lt;/span&gt; went without my room for FIVE freaking days for nothing and &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;everything else for nothing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least now I know I &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;can wear one of my mums skirt&lt;/span&gt; (even if its a little loose) &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;in emergencies&lt;/span&gt;, I know that I can actually &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;survive without the stuff in there &lt;/span&gt;(except my phone), I know that the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;couch is actually quite comfortable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to sleep on, I know that not having my room &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;makes me emo less&lt;/span&gt; because there're no four walls to keep me sheilded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, everyone can choke me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-9085421817050509405?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/9085421817050509405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=9085421817050509405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/9085421817050509405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/9085421817050509405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-dont-even-have-word-to-describe-it.html' title='I don&apos;t even have a word to describe it'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-2371014567549789391</id><published>2008-02-17T02:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T23:02:07.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Again</title><content type='html'>I guess I should blog, but I wouldn’t be if not for the fact that its 2.34am and I have no room to go to again.&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I locked myself out of the room. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So not a great way to start a Saturday, especially one that is packed with important events. My day just went south from then onwards, but it was all good when I arrived at GB. The &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;cadets&lt;/span&gt; ar.... they make my day! Didn’t get to see them for three weeks and I’ve already missed them much much much. How am I gonna survive without them for 8 months?! Super duper uber mega cute little girls =D =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I got my SAT results&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; I thought I was only going to get them on the 25th, until I saw that particular email. It's okay I guess. I didn't get 1600, but I also just found out that that's not the average score =P The average score is about 1500. Remember how I was expecting 1200 or 1300?&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt; I did better than that.&lt;/span&gt; Yay! Such a relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't written about my preparation for Doulos for quite some time now... I have &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RM4000 more to raise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and right now, I really don't know how to raise that last amount. Then again, I've received RM11000 and that's awesome don't you think?? I also found out that I can &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;only bring 20kg with me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I think that's the normal limit for any flight, but how in the world am I going to fit 8 months worth of living away from home? Especially when packing for Doulos would be different from packing for Australia. e.g. packing something I need for Aus but not at all for the ship therefore taking up space for things I'd actually need on the ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually wanted to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;spend sometime in Auckland&lt;/span&gt; after I get off from the ship. Holiday there abit for maybe a week. I mean, I'm already there right? So I might as well... But then, I don't have a place to stay! And my dad is too much of a dad (protective, if you don't get me) to let me stay in a hostel. His reasons are fine, but then again, when will I get another chance to be there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, my dad was talking me through all the airport stuff. I've only been on a plane twice btw. Once when I was too small to remember, and once about 3 years ago. The first was to Singapore and the other to Kuching. And, the &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;only other country I've been to is Singapore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Therefore, this flight thing is going to be quite scary since I've got about 3 trips to make. Not to mention the transits. Which means &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;about 2 to 6 planes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.... And, &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;alone!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And, I've never done it before!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Scaryyy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;49 more days&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I'm going to miss home abit, but I still CAN'T WAIT TO GO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, CNY has been okay only. &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Didn't play black jack&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at all! &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Didn't even get to see a lion dance!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ishh... Nevertheless, it's okayy, been playing alot of mah jong though =D Ang pow also not as many, but I haven't even started counting. Singapore ones also not bad I guess. Haven't even opened any yet. And, just for the sake of mentioning it, I didn't get to buy any pink M&amp;amp;M's, didn't have time =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, time to go sleep on the couch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-2371014567549789391?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/2371014567549789391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=2371014567549789391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/2371014567549789391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/2371014567549789391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-guess-i-should-blog-but-i-wouldnt-be.html' title='And Again'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-2451126432328745969</id><published>2008-02-10T01:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T01:30:12.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore</title><content type='html'>Yes, Im in blogging from Singapore. Paid 1 Sing dollar&amp;nbsp;to use the internet for 15 min. I've got 10 more, so I shouldn't waste it since I didn't receive anything important. Im blogging through my email!! I finally figured out how=D &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Singapore is nice. Not that many ang pao's but the foos and shopping has been great! oh crap.. I was suppose to get a camera. Darn. Sale everywhere! and they have rasbery m&amp;amp;m's!! gonna get a few packets back home =D &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; And and and and and.... I GOT A DORY POSTER!! *screams* aaaaaaaaaaahh!! &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; I'm staying in the gardens hotel. For once, after my whole life of staying at relatives puny flats, we're staying in a hotel. It's old... but nice, and clean. My bro's and I wanted to go check out the pool on the 5th floor, but it's damn scary cause it's so dark. Ended up here wasting 2. something something ringgit. &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; 5 more min, um... it's 1.27am right now actually. We're leaving at 5am to avoid the jam. I have super cute nice and nephews! Babies =D =D My naphew loves Transformers! It runs in the family la.. &lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Okay, 3 more min. Time to post this up&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;Blog it to your Space with Live Writer! &lt;a href='http://www.get.live.com/wl/all' target='_new'&gt;Windows Live Writer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-2451126432328745969?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/2451126432328745969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=2451126432328745969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/2451126432328745969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/2451126432328745969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2008/02/singapore.html' title='Singapore'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-5265788732355354767</id><published>2008-02-06T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T00:24:45.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boxes</title><content type='html'>Can I just leave? Right now? Leave and not come back. I mean, who is there to say good bye to? Or rather, who'd want to say good bye? Pack up and just go. Leave everything here the way it is. Because from the looks of it, the boxes are just gonna keep opening up. Slowly, resurfacing, torturing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say goodbye would mean opening up those boxes slowly. Even if I don't want to. They would just come out from deep inside, so many years of keeping, and now open to say goodbye? Whatever for? I'd just hurt myself! Every goodbye means opening up a box, and maybe even creating new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just leave now? Right now? 60 days is too long. I need to go NOW. While the old ones are still at the bottom and the new ones are being buried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-5265788732355354767?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/5265788732355354767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=5265788732355354767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/5265788732355354767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/5265788732355354767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2008/02/boxes.html' title='Boxes'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-2454412820029506851</id><published>2008-01-28T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T00:23:22.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He died!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm in shock. I just found out that one of my favourite actors was found dead in his apartment on the 22nd of January. I can't even type properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R6NSkWWEIEI/AAAAAAAAAOA/4Zgx1McltIY/s1600-h/tn2_heath_ledger_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162060382323613762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R6NSkWWEIEI/AAAAAAAAAOA/4Zgx1McltIY/s320/tn2_heath_ledger_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh, he was one of the best!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sad news aside, (well, at least this sad news.. sigh) I've got about 65 days left I think. Just went through a list of things I'll be missing while I'm gone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;GB Awards Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;GB Enrolment Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;GB Sengoi visitation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;GB inter squad competitions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;GBID&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;School sports day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;School debate competition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Huey Sing's birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;May's birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sarah's birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kathy and Joy's birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jasmine junior's birthday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shana's birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maybelle's birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alot more birthdays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Some rally thingy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Some other enrolment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Durian season &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Parents 25th anniversary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not being able to sat good bye to some friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nina! ( She's coming back in August =( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And the list goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The worst is not being able to see Nina. I actually had to think twice about staying longer. Come back to see her, or stay there and miss her? Sigh, of course it ended up to be the latter =( I miss her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am ready to leave now. It's actually the perfect time. I have things that'll be left behind, but I think it's better I leave than stick around to watch it fall apart. Again. Things come and go all the time in my life. Sorry, it's everything that changes, even in a short span of any amount of time. Let's see how it'll will end up if I just leave it stagnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My worse fear of coming back home after such a long time would be the gap. I hate gaps in life. Absolutely hate it. Especially when its not filled with anything. When I leave and come back, there's gonna be this huge gap. Will things be the same? Will the same friends be there? What would be different? I know things always have to change, which is the main reason why I'd hate the gap so much. I'd come back to a life that won't be the same, even if it's just for 8 months. I'll definitely miss home, but I'll also definitely be thinking twice about coming home. What's left for me back here by then? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-2454412820029506851?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/2454412820029506851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=2454412820029506851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/2454412820029506851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/2454412820029506851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2008/01/he-died.html' title='He died!'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R6NSkWWEIEI/AAAAAAAAAOA/4Zgx1McltIY/s72-c/tn2_heath_ledger_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-4906375619554288126</id><published>2008-01-26T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T15:33:31.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid American Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;tupid &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;merican &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;est&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished it. Well, not just la... more like 3 hours ago.&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I did so badly I think I'm gonna have to do it again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Sigh, I ran out of time for so may sections it's crazy! I thought English I would be good at and the Math scared me a little. But thennnn, as usual la, I did well for the one I'm worst at and did very badly for the one I was okay with. I think I'm gonna get 1400? Maybe 1200? I dunno la. Urgh, I was hoping to get above 1600 which is the AVERAGE! Die laaa... If I really have to take it again, maybe when I come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala.. At least it &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE DOWN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Two more things to get over with before I leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I'm leaving so soon and yet I've got so much to do!!!! CNY is coming and I'm gonna be in Singapore! Yay, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;angpau $ x2! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go, its 4 and I haven't had anything to eat since the 2 digestive biscuits I consumed during the break. Plus, I had to wake up at 6.30am! I hate early mornings!! I'm dead tired now. Wish I didn't have to get back to GB later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-4906375619554288126?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/4906375619554288126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=4906375619554288126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/4906375619554288126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/4906375619554288126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2008/01/stupid-american-test.html' title='Stupid American Test'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-5448162226065439141</id><published>2008-01-23T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T00:53:26.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I shall remember</title><content type='html'>I'm a hero! Three post in three days!! *applause* &lt;em&gt;thank you thank you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, really I'm a hero... I went to a clinic, got a jabbed, and went to the hospital. All this with a &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;brother on crutches&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;* and &lt;strong&gt;no car. &lt;/strong&gt;All I did was wait for a cab to come to me. Hear that? Wait for cab to &lt;em&gt;come to me. &lt;/em&gt;Twice. With only RM20 in my purse. Yes, I'm a true hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he got knocked by a car that swerved into the ally too fast. The car knocked him on his knee and fell on his back onto a curb. &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;drama drama drama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was waiting in the hospital for the x-ray report (you know la, Malaysia... so it took ages) reading &lt;em&gt;My sisters keeper. (&lt;/em&gt;I was reading a book that has its main setting in a hospital while I'm in a hospital.) Gosh, I think it's the hormones because at the end of every single paragraph, I had to take a deep deep breaths before I could go on. It is so so&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt; so deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the hormones and the reading did me good. (And the hospital too I guess, because I don't read unless I have nothing else to do lest I get distracted) I got me thinking again and I realised that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I've forgotten something important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 13/14, I was asked "&lt;em&gt;what do you want to do when you grow up?" &lt;/em&gt;I would answer them &lt;em&gt;"a missionary, a relief worker or anything like that&lt;/em&gt;" Because at that time, I already knew that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all I wanted to do was&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;help others&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;In any way possible. Help anyone with something they aren't capable of doing themselves. Help them in their daily lives. Help them by just being there. Help them receive salvation that hasn't touched them yet. I have all these things so many other people don't! So why would I want to waste it on going to Starbucks every other afternoon, or spend a fortune on clothes or go party every other night and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blablabla&lt;/span&gt;... Of course I'm not saying it's completely wrong to do these things. If I had the means to do so, I wouldn't mind it. But what I'm trying get at is that I don't want to just sit around doing things for myself.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sending a check or two to organizations is good, but I always felt that it's not enough. &lt;strong&gt;I want to give&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Give all I have to those who don't have&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through all this chaos of studying, preparing and pressure from making important decisions, I lost track of my initial intention. All I thought about was what I'm going to do or how it would affect my future and all... I want to give. And that I shall never forget again because &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;my Lord&lt;/span&gt; loves me and knows whats best for me, therefore &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;will never never &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;never let me go astray.&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/30730523-5448162226065439141?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/5448162226065439141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=5448162226065439141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/5448162226065439141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/5448162226065439141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-shall-remember.html' title='I shall remember'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-109994374635421099</id><published>2008-01-21T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T14:20:33.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study</title><content type='html'>I deserve a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;big pat on the head&lt;/span&gt;! Two post in two days!! Must be a record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;studied&lt;br /&gt;studied&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cried over dory&lt;br /&gt;talked to the fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;studied &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got conned(is it suppose to have two n's?) by brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;studied&lt;br /&gt;studied&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made brother buy me beer &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studied&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drank beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;studied&lt;br /&gt;studied&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;studied&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;burnt my toast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;studied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and ate apple pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rather I be bored now. It's so much better than studying. Worse thing is that even though I sit myself down in front of my books, I get so distracted!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll always fly away to some far away land...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sigh, I need to do well for SAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much of a post right? Aiyo.. wriege la. Back to studying =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-109994374635421099?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/109994374635421099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=109994374635421099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/109994374635421099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/109994374635421099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2008/01/study.html' title='Study'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-1605898668793919151</id><published>2008-01-20T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T21:14:24.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I blab</title><content type='html'>Let's see... my blabbing should start with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAT is in 6 days!&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;finally get&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; an iPod!&lt;br /&gt;I almost &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;crashed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my car. Twice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HAVE A DORY FISH!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents not home for 6 days!&lt;br /&gt;Braces can come off soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;FISHES RULE&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's the best song in the world right now at this moment? I LOVE ROCK AND ROLL! (okay, random. Sorry.. But it's soo good!) I don't have pictures today la, only a video of.. well, you'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*counts* So it's 75 more days. I really didn't think I'd be this reluctant to leave. I thought it'll be easier and things will be okay like it has always been. But my heart is getting heavier every passing day. Sigh, I wish I could&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; pack everything and take along with me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are actually in Hong Kong now. Have been since Thursday and coming home on Tuesday. Mum said she'd buy clothes for me. Hope I can &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fit into them.&lt;/span&gt; They're getting iPods for my bro's and I! weeeeee! Finally =D The &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;house is in a mess and I hate doing laundry and dishes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And yes, I'm broke =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall tell you more about &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my darling beautiful blue fish later&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Once my parents come back with the camera. You know, I spent the whole night getting the cam into good condition and my very very intelligent parents left for HK without the battery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the car, well.. we &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;live in Malaysia&lt;/span&gt; don't we? HEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still trying to figure out how I'm gonna blog while I'm on the ship. You'd want updates won't you?? =P Someone tell me if you know ya? I heard about something like blogging through email or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalalaaaaa... &lt;strong&gt;I heart dory the fishhy.&lt;/strong&gt; Both the human one and the soft adorable beautiful one. Sing Song shall not kill me! You are girl friends, but we're fish friends! We have a special fishy bond. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fishes rock!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-55dc7400ce80737e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D55dc7400ce80737e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331411692%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2715455F33C267FCF9A7C1096F3752613632E1C3.D620A2B4772228F4E00A7C54E793DAAD735A700%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D55dc7400ce80737e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1hbKzouYlQLEaOMkLeyersl-5tU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D55dc7400ce80737e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331411692%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2715455F33C267FCF9A7C1096F3752613632E1C3.D620A2B4772228F4E00A7C54E793DAAD735A700%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D55dc7400ce80737e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1hbKzouYlQLEaOMkLeyersl-5tU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eunice tried to be smart. But oh well... XD ( I'm such a girl in this video) You're gonna have to tilt your head for this&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dfee64d608e46768" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddfee64d608e46768%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331411692%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D172FCC05B332AA11896C97B2F9DE8FCD39F678.1C1E0383D66F50D65E6A86239A62DAFD1757F5EE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddfee64d608e46768%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIP_9wK5GQJRf0SDuqI2ol6RW2uU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddfee64d608e46768%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331411692%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D172FCC05B332AA11896C97B2F9DE8FCD39F678.1C1E0383D66F50D65E6A86239A62DAFD1757F5EE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddfee64d608e46768%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIP_9wK5GQJRf0SDuqI2ol6RW2uU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The girlfriends tried to rape me. Of course, they FAILED!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would upload them on youtube.. but then, I've got a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;virus on my comp that laughs at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm gonna eat dinner now. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My bro cooked.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So please pray for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;edit:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my brother's an IDIOT! he was playing with my darling dory making her dance to the rock and roll song, and it ended up in my plate of pasta! SCREW HIM LA! Now, she's gonna smell like tomatoes. That IDIOT!! ... made me cry =( =(  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-1605898668793919151?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=dfee64d608e46768&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/1605898668793919151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=1605898668793919151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/1605898668793919151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/1605898668793919151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-i-blab.html' title='And I blab'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-2067834127378468535</id><published>2008-01-10T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T23:39:51.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eighty Five Days</title><content type='html'>That's how long I have till I leave. That's how long I have to complete all I have to. I'm actually taking a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;break from the mad schedul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I made for myself. The number one priority now is my SAT. Only 16 days more for that. I think I'll be fine if I study consistently as planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's okay. It's quiet. Very quiet. Except for that one mouth that won't close. But it's good I guess.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No distractions from work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I miss Kathy though, miss her more than I thought I would. Mun Yee left =( Haven't talked to her since she told me. Feel quite angry at her for I don't know what reason. I shall wait till it wears off and call her. She's a good friend. Gosh, I still miss Nina &lt;strong&gt;like crazy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. Studying is not fun at all. I'm not use to this kind of stress even though I should be as a student. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Call me spoilt =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still get scared at the thought of leaving. So scared I tell you! But it's been okay. Every time I start to freeze up, God will immediately show me something to calm me down! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love my Lord!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'd be leaving a few things(friends, GB etc) behind that I wish I could take along. Only a few though. I'm not one to hold on to things forever. But of course, there'd be some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doulos is gonna be awesome. I can't wait! Have got a quite a few things left to do. One at a time. Oh! Do you know that I'll be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;sailing for more than 10 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?! Weeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love kids (random I know, but you don't have to know why I said it =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About time I have some pictures on my &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;blue blog&lt;/span&gt; don't you think? All taken with camera phones. Sorry! But hey, they're pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R4Y2Czx5VNI/AAAAAAAAANA/DrMUtu_gIf8/s1600-h/n568093872_338523_8094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153866245459236050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R4Y2Czx5VNI/AAAAAAAAANA/DrMUtu_gIf8/s320/n568093872_338523_8094.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;This was my view on New Year's Day. A panoramic view of KL and more from Bangsar. Imagine our view of the fireworks! Twas awesome&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R4Y2DDx5VOI/AAAAAAAAANI/XTGXcko7ALU/s1600-h/n568093872_338513_4960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153866249754203362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R4Y2DDx5VOI/AAAAAAAAANI/XTGXcko7ALU/s320/n568093872_338513_4960.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Us three girls of the night. Me, Sing Song and Eunice. Continue reading. *scroll*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R4Y2DDx5VPI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ue_uaDIfyWM/s1600-h/n568093872_338515_5511.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153866249754203378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R4Y2DDx5VPI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ue_uaDIfyWM/s320/n568093872_338515_5511.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;All six of us after yummy drinks. The blackies are 10th KLs and the odd red one there's the only 1st KL GB.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153866254049170690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R4Y2DTx5VQI/AAAAAAAAANY/ote-xJvmmv4/s320/n568093872_338518_6710.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R4Y2DTx5VQI/AAAAAAAAANY/ote-xJvmmv4/s1600-h/n568093872_338518_6710.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My dorky brother who spent half of New Years with us "kids" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R4Y2Djx5VRI/AAAAAAAAANg/LeYzgTqG4cw/s1600-h/n568093872_338521_7541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153866258344138002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R4Y2Djx5VRI/AAAAAAAAANg/LeYzgTqG4cw/s320/n568093872_338521_7541.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;What Eunice did to my bro's ice cream&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R4Y2djx5VSI/AAAAAAAAANo/yh_V_cPLCGI/s1600-h/n568093872_338505_2164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153866705020736802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R4Y2djx5VSI/AAAAAAAAANo/yh_V_cPLCGI/s320/n568093872_338505_2164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; and this is Eunice! My new friend =) The other Dory! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R4Y55jx5VUI/AAAAAAAAAN4/zB3HEfv7N-w/s1600-h/n568093872_338510_3480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153870484591957314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R4Y55jx5VUI/AAAAAAAAAN4/zB3HEfv7N-w/s320/n568093872_338510_3480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;and Maka! The other 10th KLian who didn't make it to countdown.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So there you go. They're quite disorganized but I don't really care. You can see that I've been &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;hanging out with 10th KL people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which is quite weird. Christmas Day, New Years and another event. It's because I've been hanging out with Huey Sing more and she comes with that particular "package". I'm glad I've gotten to know them, Brigade wert... all&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;same kind of lameness =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Too bad I'll be leaving so soon, wish I've gotten to know them earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-2067834127378468535?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/2067834127378468535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=2067834127378468535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/2067834127378468535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/2067834127378468535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2008/01/eighty-five-days.html' title='Eighty Five Days'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R4Y2Czx5VNI/AAAAAAAAANA/DrMUtu_gIf8/s72-c/n568093872_338523_8094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-5672813313715472057</id><published>2008-01-04T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T00:03:09.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why the Pang</title><content type='html'>You know what stops me from blogging? Let me &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;run you through my thoughts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when I ask myself "Should I blog?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have things to say, but then I won't have any pictures. And I don't feel like writing about that event. All I'll do is write my stuff, but that's not that interesting. People won't really want to read that? Oh forget it! I don't even feel like writing about what happened."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I realised that I SHOULDN'T CARE! It's my freaking blog isn't it? So I can write whatever I want to. In MY timing. So yea.. if you think it's not interesting, then &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;just click the little x box up there at the right hand corner of the page. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that that's out of the wayyyy, I'll start blabbering!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how I was panicking? Well, I still am. My palms would start sweating and I'd feel all dizzy for awhile. It's kinda happening now actually. And just in case you're wondering why in the world I'm blogging when I've go all these things to do, I'm gonna tell you that it's because &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#996633;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;locked myself out of my room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, thus preventing me from completing more work. I'm getting sick of telling the same old story again when I'm asked "So what are you doing?" besides answering literally like "I'm talking to you" XD So&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I'm gonna try to write it all here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and also use it as proof to whomever of my plans just in case some people accuse me of changing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to do my SAT's at the end of January, 26th to be exact. Then there's my Grade 8 theory exam on the 10th of March. Between now till the end of March, I've got 8 books of Math, 2 books of LA, and 2 books of science to complete. (yes I know, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;my fingers a freezing up!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 5th of April(my brothers birthday!), I fly of to Port Moresby, Papua New Guinea to join the ship (Doulos)! I'll be sailing to another port in Papua, Vanuatu, 2 ports in Fiji, and finally Auckland, New Zealand. If possible(and I really want to!) &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd stay in Auckland&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for a while as a tourist or maybe help out with the ship a little more for a few weeks and then off to Adelaide! I'd fly off to stay with my aunt ( yet to liaise with her) and uncle in their humongous bungalow. Don't exactly know what I'm gonna do there yet. Travel abit, work, join a short term mission trip there. I'd also be searching for anything I can do there to further my studies. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I find anything good, I'd stay there to complete it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Otherwise, I'd come back to KL preferably in December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it =D When I leave in April, it&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;could be my last time saying good bye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my fingers are so cold, I think they're gonna be chopped off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-5672813313715472057?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/5672813313715472057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=5672813313715472057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/5672813313715472057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/5672813313715472057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2008/01/why-pang_04.html' title='Why the Pang'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-1374220136967478220</id><published>2008-01-02T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T02:09:34.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pang!</title><content type='html'>Oh crap, I'm so nervous right now. I'm feeling the pressure! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;It's1.57am, 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; January 2008&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; That was fast! I thought I had four more months! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;How'd&lt;/span&gt; it get to three???&lt;br /&gt;I'm so scared my finger tips are getting cold, my palms are sweating, my heart is thumping faster, I've got butterflies in my stomach and my head's getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wuzzy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;THREE more months!&lt;/span&gt; How in the world am I going to do it. SAT, theory, school, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Doulos&lt;/span&gt;. THREE MONTHS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*slowly breath in, breath out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need thee, Oh I need thee, every hour I need thee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-1374220136967478220?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/1374220136967478220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=1374220136967478220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/1374220136967478220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/1374220136967478220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2008/01/pang.html' title='Pang!'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-646528652224615279</id><published>2007-12-26T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T00:42:14.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>While shepherds wash their socks by night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Very Berry Smerry Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a little tipsy from all the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;alcohol consumed earlier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Two parties at home in one night is not as nice. The food and the drinks, ya laaaa.. but then the cleaning up, not so good =(&lt;br /&gt;Especially when you don't have a maid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Christmas has been great! You see la if I manage to tell you about it.&lt;br /&gt;I've got another party tomorrow though, at Kats place. Gosh, I'm gonna miss her so freaking much =( How can I get someone else like that? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you much much much&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Smatty. Looooooooove you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, time to go help clean up! taaaata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-646528652224615279?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/646528652224615279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=646528652224615279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/646528652224615279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/646528652224615279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2007/12/while-shepherds-wash-their-socks-by.html' title='While shepherds wash their socks by night'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-6589177513630683821</id><published>2007-12-23T01:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T01:37:51.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How good are holidays suppose to be?</title><content type='html'>I can't figure it out. When it's good, it's bad and when it's bad, it's good.Hmmm, that was gibberish. Forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamiway, (saying mamiway too much makes me think about sheeps more! I've been humming babablacksheep way too many times in a day) I went for the Indescribable Christmas thing in Glad Tidings. Twas awesome! So freaking good man. But then, because I went for that, I missed a party that provided free flow of red wine! =( &lt;em&gt;ashilliekebab&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what today is? Well, 22nd December 2007's a day worth remembering cause it's was my last day in GB as a girl. Next year, I'm gonna be promoted to be an officer. Which means, I'll be standing on the other side during roll call and dismissals, I'll be blowing the whistle more often, I'll be wearing heals instead of comfy shoes, I'll be in the GB room more often, Girls would address me as Ms Jasmine instead of YL Jasmine, I'll be attending AGMs and other M's, I won't be competing during inter squad competitions, I won't be working for awards, I won't be commanding during drill as often, I'll start participating camps as organiser/speaker/helper etc etc etc 11 years of GB... 11 years of wearing that shade of blue, of standing in that particular line, in that side of the hall... 11 years of being in SQUAD SEEK, eleven years! Would it be another 11 years you think? I'll be 29 then. Maybe so eh? I would like to think so =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also our cooking competition. WE WON! phew! After alllll that dramaaaa, we WON! I LOVE MY SQUAD! Always have and always will. Even as an officer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to sleeeeeeep. Got to wake up at 7.30 for choir in church. Good Night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-6589177513630683821?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/6589177513630683821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=6589177513630683821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/6589177513630683821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/6589177513630683821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-good-are-holidays-suppose-to-be.html' title='How good are holidays suppose to be?'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-8135128927921797795</id><published>2007-12-20T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T02:43:16.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smellow</title><content type='html'>SMELLOW all ye&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;fellow readers who read probably because&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; they're out of things to do online and suddenly thought &lt;em&gt;"Oh ya! There's Jasmine's blog to read. Should I try my luck and see if she's updated?" &lt;/em&gt;and the &lt;em&gt;click &lt;/em&gt;and here you are. Then again, SMELLOW all ye &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;random dropper-by-ers =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I don't quite know if I high, bored, or deprived of sleep. hmmmmm... nope, sorry, still don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamiways, I've been so busy this month! First week was only - work at night. But I got a job where I go work 5 hours day in Bangsar Village &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;so I won't be a pig at home&lt;/span&gt;. This week and last, it's been - &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wake up, go work, some event at night&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I shouldn't even be here! It's 2.25am now... and I've got to work at 10am, then travel to KL to do my shopping, then travel to Puchong for a Christmas party thing. It's been like that the past 2 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shucks, I still have to plan for cooking competition which is on the 22nd. If we don't win this one, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;we'll loose Best Squad&lt;/span&gt; for the first time in 3 years! or was it 4?? And to make things worst, it seems like I'm going to be the only senior there. die die die 1 YL, 7+ juniors, 8+ cadets. *chokes self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyjollymollygollyway, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I GOT MY LICENSE!&lt;/span&gt; Weeeeeee I can drive =D =D&lt;br /&gt;and and and... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;I GOT ACCEPTED&lt;/span&gt; to be on Doulos!!!&lt;br /&gt;and and and... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;CHRISTMAS IS LOVELY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and and... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE CAROLS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (ok, sorry. that was random)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;so many things to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so many things to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so many things to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things to do&lt;br /&gt;AND SO LITTLE TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night! Sorry if I disappointed you with a &lt;em&gt;gibberishing&lt;/em&gt; post.&lt;br /&gt;If I don't update by Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;SHMERRY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap, it's 2.41am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-8135128927921797795?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/8135128927921797795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=8135128927921797795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/8135128927921797795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/8135128927921797795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2007/12/smellow.html' title='Smellow'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-5313124562941739695</id><published>2007-12-10T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T14:48:45.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shouldn't be hating holidays</title><content type='html'>but I do. At least in school, you know you have stuff on everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed driving =( Apparently, I'm a dangerous driver&lt;br /&gt;My whole week has been - wake up in the afternoon, laze around, go work at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was nice. I was one of the front-of-house persons (Tear tickets, usher, sell snacks) at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tarap Man.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Met all kinds of people. That guy from &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;kopitiam, &lt;/em&gt;Mano Maniam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was there. He asked me &lt;em&gt;"do you play basketball?"&lt;/em&gt; So cool right? &lt;strong&gt;A celebrity talked to meeeeeeeee! &lt;/strong&gt;I didn't even talk to him, but he did =D I just replied &lt;em&gt;"No, I'm not athletic"&lt;/em&gt; Stupid me, I forgot I play netball. &lt;em&gt;"You should!"&lt;/em&gt; was all he said. I just replied laughing with Summer. Anyway, I didn't expect a pay or anything, but on the last day, I GOT PAID!! Thanks Ann Lee! The show was SUPER GOOD. The set, actors, story... So original and creative. Go read the reviews, they're awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met this girl there, her name's Crystal. She looked oddly familiar, but I couldn't place her. maybe it because I HAVEN'T SEEN HER FOR TOO LONG! even though she says "see you" when we say our good byes. And no, being friends for more than 10 freaking years doesn't matter either. But, she has her "reasons". &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;No reason is good enough to desert a friend for such a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I make the efforts, but isn't it a two way thing? No one would try hard would they? Or at least try hard when it comes to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas musical was yesterday. I played the organ because they needed the bells sound. I had expected 3 people there or I'd have no one to support me. &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;None of them came&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Only Kathy even though I only told her that afternoon. I LOVE YOU KAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handbells is so not good. Practice so hard for a month and only 3 miserable performances. Sigh, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Christmas this year is not good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell I'm in a bad mood. Just too bad these bad things had to happen during the worst time of the month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-5313124562941739695?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/5313124562941739695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=5313124562941739695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/5313124562941739695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/5313124562941739695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2007/12/shouldnt-be-hating-holidays.html' title='Shouldn&apos;t be hating holidays'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-7947192699086141682</id><published>2007-12-06T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T13:54:32.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie gods</title><content type='html'>I really wanted to update my poor old blog, while waiting for the page to load, I was channel surfing and guess what? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Behind Enemy Lines, Murder at 1600, and War of the Worlds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; all showing right now on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Astro&lt;/span&gt;! It's&lt;/span&gt; a calling la I tell you... Too bad people, the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;movie gods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; have their way. I'm gonna sit down and enjoy Behind Enemy Lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DON'T KILL ME!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'll update after the show. Keep your fingers crossed =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-7947192699086141682?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/7947192699086141682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=7947192699086141682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/7947192699086141682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/7947192699086141682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2007/12/movie-gods.html' title='Movie gods'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-3469725587518993958</id><published>2007-11-30T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T01:02:54.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New/Unknown</title><content type='html'>Okay, so my comp's been fine so far. I'll just&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; attempt&lt;/span&gt; to blog. I won't dare to blog about Cadet's Camp yet. I've got the pics! And they're wonderful!!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1GB worth of pictures over 2 days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I was "camera happy".  So, I'll only post when I think it's safe enough, cause I don't want to get frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's ending tomorrow. Which means the last day with &lt;a href="http://carolynne-refrescante.blogspot.com/"&gt;Carolyn &lt;/a&gt;and Kathy. Sigh... I'm gonna miss them. I hated the feeling when Nina left, and I have to go through it again soon. I&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;won't have a &lt;em&gt;Fatty&lt;/em&gt; and a &lt;em&gt;Shmarolyn&lt;/em&gt; - my genius. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also leaving school soon, but they're gonna leave before me. I still have got three more months to call Chempaka PJ my school. It's weird, but I think leaving the whole school would be easier compared to individuals leaving me. I'll miss everyone of course! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;The Queen, the Freak, SheilaLau, Joce, Jo, Summer, Lizzy, and everyone else&lt;/span&gt; ( my brains are fried from doing too much SAT, so forgive me if I forgot your name), but it won't be the same. I guess it's because I'm still in the same environment, the same building, the same classroom where I see the both of them everyday. It'll be so different if they're suddenly &lt;em&gt;not there.&lt;/em&gt; But when I leave, I'm in a whole new world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the 30th today, which means four more months&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to complete everything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in this stage of my life. Piano, school, etc... I'll even be an officer by then!  I would have completed this part of my life. Sometimes, I can't wait for time to pass and continue to grow in more ways than one. Sometimes, I just want to stay here forever as I look back at my younger days and wish I were there once more. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; From April onwards, I'll be on a new road.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; A completely new one where nothing would seem familiar, one that would challenge me to use all that I've learnt so far. Doulos would be in April too, so it'll be months away from home, away from everything I've known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A normal person would take finishing form 5 and going into college as their new step. It is. But hey, you're still at home, in Malaysia, with family and friends you know. I'll be a complete stranger to my new surroundings. With &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;only one person who's known me forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with me - my Lord Jesus Christ, my Best Friend, my Mentor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow, this is kinda the first time it's really hit me. That&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I won't be alone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'll have Him to guide me just as He's done for the past 18 years. Past 18 years of my wonderful life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four more months. I'll go through it slowly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-3469725587518993958?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/3469725587518993958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=3469725587518993958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/3469725587518993958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/3469725587518993958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2007/11/newunknown.html' title='New/Unknown'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-2125385099694907319</id><published>2007-11-14T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T00:52:59.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It hates blogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R0hN86uTTeI/AAAAAAAAAMo/-DVOiNaBHo4/s1600-h/crash.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136441083967000034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R0hN86uTTeI/AAAAAAAAAMo/-DVOiNaBHo4/s400/crash.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see!!! I was just blogging saying that its &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;not my fault I've got no updates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The comp doesn't like it when I blog and crashes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt;. And then... *refer to picture*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cross your fingers and hope it doesn't happen again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shaniway&lt;/span&gt;, Cadets Camp this weekend! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Super cute kids for 2 days 1 night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Woohoo&lt;/span&gt;! I'm in charge of worship and games and more. CAN'T WAIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would blog awards/graduation night, but I don't have the nice pictures yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;My comp REALLY doesn't like it when I blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I just tried to upload super cute pictures of the wonderful cadets, and it just keeps crashing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry people, at least I tried right? I'll edit this post later when the comp likes me better. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;oooo&lt;/span&gt;, that rhymed!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to sleep now. Otherwise, I'll probably &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;sleep in class again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. You know, I think I'll end up sleeping anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;edit (24/11)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My comp likes me today. It's rare, so ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R0g9NquTTYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ZqlVmur3PXI/s1600-h/DSC07622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136422680032136578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R0g9NquTTYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ZqlVmur3PXI/s400/DSC07622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136422143161224562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R0g8uauTTXI/AAAAAAAAALw/3yvoYeehojY/s400/DSC07623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R0g8EquTTWI/AAAAAAAAALo/b_VrmKvv1so/s1600-h/DSC07608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136421425901686114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R0g8EquTTWI/AAAAAAAAALo/b_VrmKvv1so/s400/DSC07608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R0g7g6uTTVI/AAAAAAAAALg/s5I2P3MSTA4/s1600-h/DSC07607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136420811721362770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R0g7g6uTTVI/AAAAAAAAALg/s5I2P3MSTA4/s400/DSC07607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R0hIKauTTZI/AAAAAAAAAMA/KY7FbiIFER8/s1600-h/DSC07626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136434718825467282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R0hIKauTTZI/AAAAAAAAAMA/KY7FbiIFER8/s400/DSC07626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R0hMW6uTTcI/AAAAAAAAAMY/dSIvfognxQ0/s1600-h/DSC07916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136439331620343234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R0hMW6uTTcI/AAAAAAAAAMY/dSIvfognxQ0/s400/DSC07916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R0hKoauTTaI/AAAAAAAAAMI/y1Dpo0cyTes/s1600-h/DSC07732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136437433244798370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R0hKoauTTaI/AAAAAAAAAMI/y1Dpo0cyTes/s400/DSC07732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R0hNH6uTTdI/AAAAAAAAAMg/RyRWezbHnP8/s1600-h/DSC07969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136440173433933266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R0hNH6uTTdI/AAAAAAAAAMg/RyRWezbHnP8/s400/DSC07969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R0hPjquTTfI/AAAAAAAAAMw/VdV5enw6ObM/s1600-h/DSC07776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136442849198558706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R0hPjquTTfI/AAAAAAAAAMw/VdV5enw6ObM/s400/DSC07776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R0hR46uTTgI/AAAAAAAAAM4/9Ewp_dvXipw/s1600-h/DSC07780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136445413294034434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R0hR46uTTgI/AAAAAAAAAM4/9Ewp_dvXipw/s400/DSC07780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know I said my comp likes me, but it's mean! It took me more than 2 hours to get all these pictures loaded up, so don't say I didn't try!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they all super duper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; cute?? Would definitely love to blog about cadets camp. I came back all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cadetfied&lt;/span&gt;! But my cam's not with me, so just wait la! It's worth it =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-2125385099694907319?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/2125385099694907319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=2125385099694907319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/2125385099694907319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/2125385099694907319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2007/11/it-hates-blogs.html' title='It hates blogs'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/R0hN86uTTeI/AAAAAAAAAMo/-DVOiNaBHo4/s72-c/crash.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-7216053293650368981</id><published>2007-11-05T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T00:13:14.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday blues</title><content type='html'>School was awesome! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;I did nothing but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sleeeeep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; =D Only reached at 10.30 cause my daddy took me to the dentist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we left the clinic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I'm sending you home right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;no! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;schoool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;it's already 10.30, just go home la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( school starts at 9!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;no, cannot. if I don't turn up, Lizzy will slaughter me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was lame. Whatever la! I think it's funny =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school, open my science book, and SLEPT! The Queen also had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;niceee&lt;/span&gt; nap. We slept throughout the whole day, only woke up for lunch and choir. I think the Fatty did it too! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Woooohoooo&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sleepers unite!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Ry8-rtQvkEI/AAAAAAAAAKM/VETiOj2FyiU/s1600-h/DSCN5186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129387421203402818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Ry8-rtQvkEI/AAAAAAAAAKM/VETiOj2FyiU/s400/DSCN5186.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;colors so nice right? Queen on the left, I'm on the right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love my cubicle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, it's so nice to sleep in. The boards at the sides are just nice. The Queen tried sleeping like me. She said it hurt her hand. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;HAH&lt;/span&gt;! Don't have my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;height&lt;/span&gt; ma =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;If only there was a picture of us sleeping on the same side. I was awake to hear Isaac saying&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;They're sleeping on the same side! &lt;em&gt;to the right, to the right &lt;/em&gt;(think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Beyonce&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-7216053293650368981?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/7216053293650368981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=7216053293650368981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/7216053293650368981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/7216053293650368981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2007/11/monday-blues.html' title='Monday blues'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Ry8-rtQvkEI/AAAAAAAAAKM/VETiOj2FyiU/s72-c/DSCN5186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-3315784942955843258</id><published>2007-10-30T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T21:42:52.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogaration</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Blogaration - the inspiration to blog&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need something. I'm suppose to be writing my essay for the OM application form. About how I became a Christian and all that.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I can't bleeding write anything la&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I've only done 2 paragraphs and I think they suck. I kinda have an idea? but it's not coming up properly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after a week of neglecting this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;poor old ugly blue blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I finally turned to it for help. Maybe, just maybe, by blogging, I'd be able to write my essay more naturally and make it an awesome one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rely on blogaration to get inspiration.&lt;em&gt; Ma-ma-mia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Oh shitty crap, now I have nothing to write about. I can either rant, or go through some stuff that's happening (not much la. I'm a loser remember?) &lt;strong&gt;I can't use pictures either&lt;/strong&gt;, cause then it'll be defeating my whole purpose of writing this post right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's having the awards/ graduation night n the 11th. Our school(Chempaka PJ) was suppose to be organizing it. But... the 'higher authorities" have been so messed up lately, everything got jumbled up and now, things are back to the same. Messy, last minute, not organised. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm graduating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; la!! I don't want to have a sucky one. It's suppose to be memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, school sucks more than it did a few months ago. I wish time just froze there. I can't bloody wait to leave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between now and&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;liftoff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ( the time I'll be leaving for Doulos - April) I've got so much stuff to complete. SAT, finishing my 13 Lifepacs, grade 8 theory exam, preparing for Doulos. die die die. ( I'm not wasting my time here okayyy. Writing the essay is part of preparing for Doulos, and I'm blogging to help me write better =P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving is coming up. Probably get my license by the end of November. Oh, I might be able get a private orthodontist to do my braces! That means, I won't have to wait another full year before I take them off. Woohoo...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this video out. It's the skit we're doing for awards night. I'm the money person. Cha-ching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cyheJ480LYA" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I need to read more. Hmmm.. That'll could help with writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Astro freaking sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina, if you're reading this,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I MISS YOU&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;love you love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-3315784942955843258?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/3315784942955843258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=3315784942955843258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/3315784942955843258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/3315784942955843258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2007/10/blogaration.html' title='Blogaration'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-1309186996392447017</id><published>2007-10-18T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T00:53:38.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Way Better</title><content type='html'>I'm not suppose to be here. I have my Language Arts book on the table. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been sitting on it for about 2 months now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; So I'll be doomed if I don't complete it this week. (to all you non AOP people, one LA book usually takes about less than a month to complete. So 2 months is tooo long.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My holidays haven't been that bad la. Not as bad as the last one anyway. I haven't been out, but still it was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teachers came over to my house on Monday. They fellowshipped over my dads seafood pasta, wine, my mum's burnt brownies, and lots more. Yes, teachers meaning &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lizzy, Christie, Jenna, Daisy, Linda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... (my mums co workers la!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, I went for my first driving lesson. I completely suck! I drove for about 2 hours in Bangsar and the instructor told me to drive myself home! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That means driving on Jalan Maarof!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Scary. Then I went to gym, worked my butt of, burnt 600 calories ( everyone, say &lt;em&gt;Wahh&lt;/em&gt;). Ding and Sing came, picked me up from gym and went over to my house. Ding came to do SAT, Sing went for ice cream with my bro. Before studying, we had my dads meatball pasta. yum =) When it was time to study, my stupid elder bro kept kacau-ing! We still managed to finish some papers, but my scores were all lower than Dings! Can you imagine? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The SAT book in front of us, while we eat leftover brownies, chips and ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; That's the best kind of studying man! So, Ding left after we finished "studying". I watched more &lt;em&gt;Ugly Betty&lt;/em&gt; and had a lovely roasted chicken for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went for driving again. Drove all the way to Kelana Jaya! Practiced abit there, then drove back to Bangsar using the Federal Highway! I'm such a hero right? No. I was suppose to turn left at a junction and I lost control of the car. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The car ended up on the curb!&lt;/span&gt; I drove myself to the gym, burnt of 590 calories (everyone, say wahhh again), went home, had dinner with white wine, and went to PJ for my long awaited appointment with Mr. Jeffrey Koit. Know what? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm 90% sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I'm going to Doulos in April! wwweeeeee! HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for driving again today. Same place, except I didn't drive up any curb. But my engine die-ded when I was tuning in a a junction! So &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I caused a mini jam!&lt;/span&gt; I'm so chun right? Came home at 1, slept till 4 and started studying. In between taking notes, I come over to the laptop which is where I am right now =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I'm finally going out! With&lt;em&gt; May-you-gimme-a-bell&lt;/em&gt; (Maybelle). I'm not quite sure where yet, but I think we'll just go to Bangsar Village. Then I can go to the gym and burn off more calories(everyone, say &lt;em&gt;wahhh&lt;/em&gt; again). After gym, Ice cream!!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;ALL YOU CAN EAT! woohoo =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, holidays have not been bad after all. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's wayyyy better than the last&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-1309186996392447017?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/1309186996392447017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=1309186996392447017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/1309186996392447017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/1309186996392447017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2007/10/way-better.html' title='Way Better'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-6018358867453988663</id><published>2007-10-17T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T02:03:41.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outlet</title><content type='html'>okay, I really didn't want to do this. But I can't stand it, I need an outlet. &lt;strong&gt;Don't read if you don't want to then.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dad is pissing me off cause he doesn't care, the bloody connection is pissing me off,my weight is also screwing with me.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's the holidays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, so, duh! I'm pissed off about that. Ugh (oh, and I'm saying that alot these days too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the only good thing I can really look forward to is going on the beautiful ship. Everytime I see a picture of it or hear about it or just think about it, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;heart-is-skips-a-beat.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;In the mean time, I've got SAT, graduating and Grade 8 theory exma to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, life just freaking stinks. Haven't been to the cinema since Rush Hour, haven't been to a mall since I went for Rush Hour.. UGH! Little things just add up to it la. This holiday is so gonna be crap I tell you. It already is and&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've 3 days more to die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Then school starts and it won't be so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see more cute kids! Sunday school kids and GB cadets.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I miss playing with them&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh-so-cute&lt;/em&gt; children. I miss having a good movie to watch... That would really do me good right now. Oh, and well, yea.. friends too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that my airfare to the South Pacific from KL would cost me &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;a whooping RM7000&lt;/span&gt;! Thats one way ok! And thats just air fare. There's still Visa (which I only need in two countries), the USD700, and other expenses. Sigh, just when I thought it was aallll good... Things will be. It has to. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;God wills it&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;(HAH! I sound like a terrorist declaring a jihad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's sucking right now and I miss Nina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH!! I was already feeling better and the stupid fooshing connection had to be so dumb! I wanted to post a nice picture of Nina, Carolyn and I... Stupid connection&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-6018358867453988663?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/6018358867453988663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=6018358867453988663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/6018358867453988663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/6018358867453988663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2007/10/outlet.html' title='Outlet'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-8848180952975455650</id><published>2007-10-12T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T21:20:32.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;wooohooOOOoooo!&lt;/span&gt; Bear with me people! I'm so happy I don't think happy is the right word... ELATED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything seems to be going so well now. Doulos will be in the South Pacific!!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Solomon Island, Vanuatu, Fiji, Tonga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; SCREAM WITH ME! This high is so unusual. It not like the other ones. It's like I'm overjoyed. So happy, I can't really feel it. Just feel myself on the verge of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy tears&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I'm serious! I never had happy tears before. Everytime I look at the schedule, I just smile a big, big smile and laugh out loud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not just the location, of course. Doors are opening all over the placeeeee. Support, financial aid etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;weeeeeeeee!&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/30730523-8848180952975455650?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/8848180952975455650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=8848180952975455650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/8848180952975455650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/8848180952975455650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-tears.html' title='Happy Tears'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-3473892438501344887</id><published>2007-10-11T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T00:18:22.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What else?</title><content type='html'>You know how&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everything will always go wrong with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? When I'm excited about something and looking forward to it, either something bad would happen or something good. When I'm anticipating the day to come, either something horrible will happen that'll prevent me from going, or something so good I never expected will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's normal for me of think of every bad thing that could happen and every good thing that can happen. When the day comes, it just does and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't do anything to change it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It completely sucks when the bad thing happens. And it'll be totally awesome if the good thing happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with Doulos, I really don't know what will happen. I'm so scared. What if I end up not going? Ugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. Everything goes according to God's plan. But still...&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think too much la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; How can I stop it when it's something I do so naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I need help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-3473892438501344887?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/3473892438501344887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=3473892438501344887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/3473892438501344887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/3473892438501344887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-else.html' title='What else?'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-1562184613449256609</id><published>2007-10-08T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T21:33:55.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Medical Information</title><content type='html'>I left the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OM application form&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; open while my bro used the comp. Check out what he typed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you can't read the information required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you have anything in your medical history that could limit where you might serve with OM (i.e., disabilities, prescription medication, special diets, etc.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118950859320206066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rwoqr2h2IvI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Kdvaad2M4yo/s400/om3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;edit&lt;/strong&gt;: the Queen asked me what OM is. So I better explain here. OM is Operation Mobilization. The "ministry" Doulos is under.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-1562184613449256609?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/1562184613449256609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=1562184613449256609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/1562184613449256609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/1562184613449256609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2007/10/medical-information.html' title='Medical Information'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rwoqr2h2IvI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Kdvaad2M4yo/s72-c/om3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-2162225508250969819</id><published>2007-10-07T00:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T00:18:35.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lizzy's famous</title><content type='html'>Forget about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;meeting with the teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Check this video out and you'd see the true face of LIZZY! Remember when I said Lizzy was nice one for a whole week sometime ago? It was taken then. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Listen to the background voices&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; They make the video more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CA4apDGK3b0" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-2162225508250969819?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/2162225508250969819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=2162225508250969819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/2162225508250969819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/2162225508250969819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2007/10/lizzys-famous.html' title='Lizzy&apos;s famous'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-8943198840632981384</id><published>2007-10-05T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T00:45:44.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fine Summer, I'll write something about your birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;September the 28th was the dearest Summer's birthday. Sing with me *&lt;em&gt;summer lovin' had me a blast.&lt;/em&gt;..* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RwZfSKsKepI/AAAAAAAAAIA/HnuXou9lnFc/s1600-h/DSC06744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117882792265022098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RwZfSKsKepI/AAAAAAAAAIA/HnuXou9lnFc/s320/DSC06744.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;isn't Summer just so pretty?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So, ever since I found out about &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cuppacakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; I've always wanted to order one for some one's birthday. Every time I try, something goes wrong. As usual la. This time, I managed to get Summer Gan the swurvely cupcakes&lt;/p&gt;Just a few days before her birthday, I saw her &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;display picture on msn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and started screaming!!( inside) I asked her a few questions and found out later that someone else &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;had beaten me to it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Damn it! I was soooo looking forward to surprising her with it cause I was pretty sure she hasn't heard of it and it would be a nice surprise. Ish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaniway, we still went ahead with it and "surprised" her. Of course, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;someone had to spoil it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I wanna go downstairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Sean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Cannot! You must go up with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Sean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Er... because we're gonna eat something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why la Sean?? blur blur blur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RwZiPasKerI/AAAAAAAAAIM/f5DxAOQbh0U/s1600-h/DSC07121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117886043555265202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RwZiPasKerI/AAAAAAAAAIM/f5DxAOQbh0U/s320/DSC07121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;happy birthday to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RwZkwqsKesI/AAAAAAAAAIU/rBHpN5I8f5w/s1600-h/DSC07127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117888813809171138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RwZkwqsKesI/AAAAAAAAAIU/rBHpN5I8f5w/s320/DSC07127.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;blurblursean and sheilalau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RwZkxKsKetI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ZRR85bI3SLI/s1600-h/DSC07128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117888822399105746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RwZkxKsKetI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ZRR85bI3SLI/s320/DSC07128.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;cheers!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RwZk0asKeuI/AAAAAAAAAIk/EfsQooIs5Os/s1600-h/DSC07130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117888878233680610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RwZk0asKeuI/AAAAAAAAAIk/EfsQooIs5Os/s320/DSC07130.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adam doesn't know how to take pictures&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RwZk06sKevI/AAAAAAAAAIs/dQEZ1AHu2pM/s1600-h/DSC07134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117888886823615218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RwZk06sKevI/AAAAAAAAAIs/dQEZ1AHu2pM/s320/DSC07134.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;finally! A pretty one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RwZk16sKewI/AAAAAAAAAI0/BtMKCgDUZug/s1600-h/DSC07136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117888904003484418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RwZk16sKewI/AAAAAAAAAI0/BtMKCgDUZug/s320/DSC07136.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cuppacakes. *so pretty*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RwZnQKsKexI/AAAAAAAAAI8/u--JwugpyKA/s1600-h/DSC07137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117891553998306066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RwZnQKsKexI/AAAAAAAAAI8/u--JwugpyKA/s320/DSC07137.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;yummy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RwZnQ6sKeyI/AAAAAAAAAJE/XVxjsFp9pdg/s1600-h/DSC07138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117891566883207970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RwZnQ6sKeyI/AAAAAAAAAJE/XVxjsFp9pdg/s320/DSC07138.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;no! gimme!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RwZnRqsKezI/AAAAAAAAAJM/1A2VnJ1LNB4/s1600-h/DSC07094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117891579768109874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RwZnRqsKezI/AAAAAAAAAJM/1A2VnJ1LNB4/s320/DSC07094.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;all boxed up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized. I blogged about Summer's birthday before I blogged about mine. Not surprising!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-8943198840632981384?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/8943198840632981384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=8943198840632981384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/8943198840632981384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/8943198840632981384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2007/10/for-summer.html' title='For Summer'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RwZfSKsKepI/AAAAAAAAAIA/HnuXou9lnFc/s72-c/DSC06744.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-5414954947061746936</id><published>2007-10-03T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T00:22:28.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Crazy</title><content type='html'>Katty Fatty said I should &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;show the world&lt;/span&gt;(as if the world reads) our craziness. So people "of the world", this is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;what we do in school.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: don't watch it with your brain intact. Seriously.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ECAeu4wMJX8" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-5414954947061746936?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/5414954947061746936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=5414954947061746936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/5414954947061746936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/5414954947061746936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2007/10/were-crazy.html' title='We&apos;re Crazy'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-9108734360659336396</id><published>2007-09-30T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T00:17:24.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ramblings aren't that bad... My cheese post pricked up the &lt;a href="http://xanga.com/shanamaetock"&gt;Queen's &lt;/a&gt;curiosity. &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She wants to try blue cheese&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; It's gonna be so sweet looking at her nibble at it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rv_Jp8f11sI/AAAAAAAAAHw/P5WwyFOWO5Y/s1600-h/DSC05939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116029424167671490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rv_Jp8f11sI/AAAAAAAAAHw/P5WwyFOWO5Y/s320/DSC05939.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;can you imagine her face turning green?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;video video video!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm getting fat. Ish, I've been eating so much. Every since my birthday, I've been eating alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, there's the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ample amount of chocolates&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I got as presents. Believe it or not, I still have got some more in my room. I love chocolates! But when they give me &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;migraines and a larger number&lt;/span&gt; when I weigh myself, I try to cut down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there's the fact that my dad's been home for dinner more often. So it means eating more if we go out. Cause with my dad, it's always - EAT. I can &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;complain like an old women&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; about my weight but when good food is in front of me, I can't say no. Yesterday, I &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;had a huge brunch, went for GB, had burburchacha and some fried stuff the cadets made, went to LaBodega for dinner, then some "tai chow" for supper&lt;/span&gt;. . . Can you hear the numbers increasing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The starwood vouchers expire this month, and we still have some hotel buffet ones left. Yesterday, I had &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;brunch at The Westin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Omg, it sucked! Service was horrible!! They had some stuff like lamb sausage and lots of pastries, but still, it sucked. Could be because my expectation was too high. Can't blame me right? 5 star hotel? Then the other restaurant there - Prego, was soooo good. Sheesh. Nvm, I still ate alot though. Went to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sheraton Imperial&lt;/span&gt; for lunch today. Because I went after church, my bro and I took a cab there and we had only 1 hour plus to eat! The food there was goooood. The range of food available not as big as Westin, but it was good. Ooooooh, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;they had cheeese&lt;/span&gt;. BLUE CHEESE... yuumm. The sushi was super nice. The service was nice. The restaurant itself was so pretty. I really stuffed myself today. Didn't have dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked out abit before I showered. When I went to the kitchen after that, the first thing I grabbed was the lovely &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;meringue from Westin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Aiyo, I tell you. I have no control la... Probably gained back everything I lost. I need to &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;confine myself in a room with only water with me for a month or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got away from the comp for awhile and my bro just handed me a secret recipe cheese cake. Here I am grumbling and yet, I just&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; finished half a cake.&lt;/span&gt; Aiyo, I need to be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;hypnotised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina left. *sob sob* I miss her alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rv_Etsf11rI/AAAAAAAAAHo/si_ZhHV_xmM/s1600-h/DSC06939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116023991034042034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rv_Etsf11rI/AAAAAAAAAHo/si_ZhHV_xmM/s320/DSC06939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have two wonderful friends I don't ever wanna loose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(look at how pretty Nina is!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-9108734360659336396?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/9108734360659336396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=9108734360659336396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/9108734360659336396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/9108734360659336396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2007/09/ramblings-arent-that-bad.html' title='Fat'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rv_Jp8f11sI/AAAAAAAAAHw/P5WwyFOWO5Y/s72-c/DSC05939.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-3614133019306961127</id><published>2007-09-25T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T01:28:48.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bla</title><content type='html'>I wanna be on top top top top... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHEEEESH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I was watching ANTM while I typed that and MY FATHER &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;changed&lt;/span&gt; the channel. Watching TV3 news... Okay, the mood I had just vanished. Ooooo, someone robbed a bank in 1u...  Screw la! I wanna watch ANTM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just update abit on my future. Doulos replied my pre-application form. Sent me an email with some brouchers attached. If I wanted the application form, I'd have to request for one. So I email back asking for the form and more questions. He replied back in &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;BROKEN ENGLISH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Must be a volunteer who took up English as his second language. So, I have to form now but I can't do anything with it yet.  Have to talk to my dad about it, pray very hard about it. It'll cost me&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;700USD for 70 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I've got to pay for my own flights, visa and insurance. It'll total to an estimated cost of &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RM 6,000.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I know it's CRAZY! I'm putting everything into God's hands. Of course I'd still get scared la, but I'm praying  I don't even know where the ship will be in April!! Probably Philippines? That'll be nice =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, yesterday I went for driving. Was suppose to go last week. No transport provided because I signed up late. Found out in the morning that the car broke down again. So, I tried again this week. Suppose to be waiting for transport at 8am. I set my phone alarm, went to sleep, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;woke up screaming&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My stupid phone died. NO battery. It was already 8.10! Panicked la of course.  My dad sent me there in the end. It was sooo boring. I almost feel asleep. It was in MALAY! I was like a Zombie the whole day. I can't waaait to get my &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;license.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Nina's last day in school today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-3614133019306961127?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/3614133019306961127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=3614133019306961127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/3614133019306961127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/3614133019306961127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2007/09/bla.html' title='Bla'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-8331310208537976431</id><published>2007-09-21T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T01:31:58.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheese</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love cheese. I love cheese more than you. I'm eating &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cheese. I loooove blue cheese. *munch munch* wait, lemme get some more blue cheese. No! I'm eating the last bit... After this cracker, it's gonna be Gouda Cheese. I love &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gouda &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;cheese, but I looove blue cheese. Yuumm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*must control self, canot open more cheese*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how do you stop eating lovely cheese?&lt;br /&gt;1) Weigh self&lt;br /&gt;2) Search&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"cheese nutrition"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;on Google&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know? 1oz of blue cheese contains &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8g of fat and 5.5g of saturated fat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? and 1oz of Gouda contains 8g of fat and 5g of saturated fat? Their among the top list of "Highly Fatty Cheese"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;NO MORE CHEESE FOR ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; (not tonight anyway... ooo, if only I could have wine. That would be soo lovely =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I failed. I'm eating 1 more cracker of blue. But but but, there was one more cracker left! It would be a waste if I didn't eat it with cheese =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why I haven't updated in a week.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It's because I've got no mood, I'm kinda stressed, I'M LAZY. So if I were to update my blog when under these circumstances, well, you see it in the ramblings above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just post up some pictures since that's the only way I'm gonna be able to justify this post. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pictures = not boring&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ( I didn't type in "interesting" because picture does not = interesting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112680032576591266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RvPjZsf11aI/AAAAAAAAAFg/pd484WOr1kY/s320/DSC06629.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes, they're gay =P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112680036871558578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RvPjZ8f11bI/AAAAAAAAAFo/3qVaUgCwz9I/s320/DSC06667.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the green pen(first generation)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112680041166525890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RvPjaMf11cI/AAAAAAAAAFw/C4nS_bHFbZw/s320/DSC06718.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;fries, lame jokes, Sean jokes and lots of mayonnaise(for the fries la, what were you thinking)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112680045461493202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RvPjacf11dI/AAAAAAAAAF4/AQQ8OEwAXOk/s320/DSC06733.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;refugee!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112680049756460514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RvPjasf11eI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QxkhWyVHv1A/s320/DSC06741.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sheila Lau HAD to turn for the camera&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112685963926427122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RvPoy8f11fI/AAAAAAAAAGI/k1uEHwu9FDc/s320/DSC06867.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She was in a BMW, she had to be stylish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112685972516361730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RvPozcf11gI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/7ZoMUedDw8E/s320/DSC06854.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;these posers love their poles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112685981106296338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RvPoz8f11hI/AAAAAAAAAGY/oUJx9SQK0HI/s320/DSC06849.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;open wide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112685985401263650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RvPo0Mf11iI/AAAAAAAAAGg/geuSMtuxF20/s320/DSC06850.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yuck!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112685989696230962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RvPo0cf11jI/AAAAAAAAAGo/xTV6yY2rfmc/s320/DSC06761.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;censored!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RvP72sf11qI/AAAAAAAAAHg/M7Rgam690qU/s1600-h/more+290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112706919071864482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RvP72sf11qI/AAAAAAAAAHg/M7Rgam690qU/s320/more+290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;check out the rock star&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RvP7S8f11nI/AAAAAAAAAHI/fILeJI8aIGk/s1600-h/more+300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112706304891541106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RvP7S8f11nI/AAAAAAAAAHI/fILeJI8aIGk/s320/more+300.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know, she poses well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RvP7TMf11oI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/KyUH-0Bw9rU/s1600-h/more+273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112706309186508418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RvP7TMf11oI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/KyUH-0Bw9rU/s320/more+273.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is how you get Munyee-ed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RvP5dMf11kI/AAAAAAAAAGw/GTO-OYeIg6w/s1600-h/candids+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112704281961944642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RvP5dMf11kI/AAAAAAAAAGw/GTO-OYeIg6w/s320/candids+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;the genius gets stressed out too. That's how I cheer her up!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RvP5dcf11lI/AAAAAAAAAG4/KbBNDsJsors/s1600-h/DSC06677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112704286256911954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RvP5dcf11lI/AAAAAAAAAG4/KbBNDsJsors/s320/DSC06677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; white penguin?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-8331310208537976431?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/8331310208537976431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=8331310208537976431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/8331310208537976431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/8331310208537976431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-love-cheese.html' title='Cheese'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RvPjZsf11aI/AAAAAAAAAFg/pd484WOr1kY/s72-c/DSC06629.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-6480319718358484669</id><published>2007-09-15T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T01:05:28.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yes? no? maybe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm confused! My future is really &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;messed up&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I don't know what I'm gonna do, and I only have 4 months left. I'm so confused I don't even know what to pray for anymore. What I should be asking and all that. I know what I don't want and what I like. I kinda know what I would like to do but I can't really do because of some limitations. And then there's the timing of everything! AHH!! I know... I should &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;depend on God&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; But I still have to make my own decision right? Like I said, I don't know what to ask for anymore. There's the normal guidance, providence and dependence that I pray for, but I feel it's not enough! I don't know why. Slap me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna make a list for my own sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;to study anymore&lt;/strong&gt;. None of those professions like doctors and all that because they study all their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;children!&lt;/strong&gt; nono, sorry... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I LOVE KIDS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;production&lt;/strong&gt;. If I HAD to get a degree(soo many people have told me how important one would be. And of course I've realised that) I would get one in mass comm. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love production&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I love getting the ideas on my head into real live sets. When I'm thinking of stuff for school or GB, there just this thing that goes on in my head. So, if I ended up studying(I probably would) mass comm it is. But&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I DON'T WANT TO STUDY YET!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I can do that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I would like to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt; travel.&lt;/strong&gt; I wish there were such a job or something that would have me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;live in one country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for a year or so and then move to another. That way, you get the whole culture. Not just touring around sight seeing even though that's nice too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;be an air stewardess&lt;/strong&gt; cause they travel and they get paid ALOT. There's also the whole &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;cabin crew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which I know is not glamorous but the experience you get from there, priceless! I can't do that next year cause of the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;stupid braces&lt;/span&gt;. Sheesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;go on Doulos.&lt;/strong&gt; I sooo wanna go because I really like what they do. Sail to different countries helping them in every way they can, spiritually and physically. My &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;dad doesn't allow me to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; do that. Just cause it's not a strong enough foundation for my future. He said "you can go next time when you're older". BUT, I just found out that&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Doulos is retiring in 2010!!&lt;/span&gt; *screammmmmm* How la? I sent a pre-application form a week ago without my parents knowledge (shhhh..) I would be great if I could go next year and join them for two years which is kinda the normal time length for volunteers BUT, there's the&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;stupid braces&lt;/span&gt; again! I can't be on a ship for two years when I have appointments once in two months right? So, I just sent in the form for the three month short term thing. I should be able to work with my dentist about it. But I WANT TO join for two years!! Three months seriously not enough la. I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stumbled&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;( I don't think it's stumbling, more like God's will, but I'll just put it as "stumbled") onto soo many ex douloids' blogs. It's really amazing how much you can learn from there. Really, it's so amazing, I don't really know how to put it in words. If I did, it'll be an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;essay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So how? I only have about 4 months okay. Not to mention the whole timing thing like deadlines. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Slap me people! or &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;point a gun at my head.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh btw, excuse my weird grammar. I just took off my brains to watch &lt;em&gt;"She's The Man"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110476412099633298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RuwPOGg2IJI/AAAAAAAAAFY/7rx2aXfV7AM/s320/DSC06260.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;first, we slide down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RuwNqmg2III/AAAAAAAAAFQ/P5sscRHGVys/s1600-h/DSC06284.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110474702702649474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RuwNqmg2III/AAAAAAAAAFQ/P5sscRHGVys/s320/DSC06284.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; then, we get stuck at the bottom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I told you I love kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This was taken during the Sengoi mission trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Kids and mission work. Ahhh... Life!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-6480319718358484669?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/6480319718358484669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=6480319718358484669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/6480319718358484669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/6480319718358484669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2007/09/yes-no-maybe.html' title='yes? no? maybe?'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RuwPOGg2IJI/AAAAAAAAAFY/7rx2aXfV7AM/s72-c/DSC06260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-7561380353550689003</id><published>2007-09-13T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T00:20:59.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RulZIWg2IAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/FFplk5tb2m4/s1600-h/DSC06716.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since you(yes you Kathy!) asked me blog and you(Sean doesn't read this. darn.) asked for pictures, you shall get it. Only because you're lucky and &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm high enough&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;even though I didn't have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;dried mangoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. (if only Mun Yee's smart enough to figure out my blog add)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like blogging when I have ALOT of things too blog about. ( I can hear the number of times you say "Weird') I gets too weird and the post'll get sucky=( I'll just list them down as I go and hope I don't forget anything. It might not make sense but whatever la, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll have pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Eclipse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Finally! I'm a slow reader but I finished it and I don't like Bella. How could she do that! Argh!! Never mind, Nina says I have to read it again to learn why she did that. I'm more than willing man. &lt;em&gt;Edward Cullen&lt;/em&gt; *sigh* excuse me while I dream ***** I know it's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Young Adult fiction&lt;/span&gt; and might seem kiddie, but but but... it's Edward *ahhh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RulTQGg2H7I/AAAAAAAAADo/1ePIR_ofOGQ/s1600-h/Twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109706788319928242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RulTQGg2H7I/AAAAAAAAADo/1ePIR_ofOGQ/s200/Twilight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RulTQGg2H8I/AAAAAAAAADw/bB1Dz-AlmME/s1600-h/n191782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109706788319928258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RulTQGg2H8I/AAAAAAAAADw/bB1Dz-AlmME/s200/n191782.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RulTQWg2H9I/AAAAAAAAAD4/_vLzMbOEV7g/s1600-h/41RXZZRtuXL._SL210_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109706792614895570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RulTQWg2H9I/AAAAAAAAAD4/_vLzMbOEV7g/s200/41RXZZRtuXL._SL210_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mun Yee's mad that I didn't write anything about her. So I shall. Her name is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sheila Lau Mun Yee. &lt;/span&gt;(Say Sheila Lau real quick, ahahhahaha) It's not Sheila. It's a name Carolyn and I gave her. Her other name is Sandy(sponge bob) cause she's weird. When you go crazy with her, you're officially &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Munyee-ed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I just got it last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;we have to make a list, it'll be the "worthy of edward" list &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;MY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;alright. tommorrow.. we shall make like a ten must have qualities to receive edward list &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;but oonly 10? he deserves sooo much more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;MY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;alrite..i'll write ten.. u write till ur fingers bleed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;after awhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;sheeesh, how big is your head?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i dunno.. maybe ill measure it later? how big is urs? are we havin a contest&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh people! if you don't, you're not lame and I can't raise the lame flag.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mun Yee? Sorry. Sheila?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RulaK2g2IBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/97K-wxRTp30/s1600-h/DSC06622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109714394707009554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RulaK2g2IBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/97K-wxRTp30/s320/DSC06622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; told her I look weird, but she says I look like Jasmine. Darn those grills!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then there was my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;birthday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I don't want to update about that la. Don't want to put pictures in either. I must "challenge" myself to post a special one on that. I look Bugly on most of the pics anyway. Just in case I don't, I'd tell you some stuff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOOD food&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Everyone was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;dressed up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cause I made them. We had FONDUE! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;Chocolate fondue!!&lt;/span&gt; I'll just put up a pic I took that day &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RulaLGg2ICI/AAAAAAAAAEg/VenVh9RkHmo/s1600-h/DSC06602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109714399001976866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RulaLGg2ICI/AAAAAAAAAEg/VenVh9RkHmo/s320/DSC06602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a picture to bug me to write about it. So I can explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RulfQWg2IEI/AAAAAAAAAEw/QpXOC00Gedc/s1600-h/DSC06716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109719986754428994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RulfQWg2IEI/AAAAAAAAAEw/QpXOC00Gedc/s320/DSC06716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Nina is leaving too soon&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; AHHH!!! I'm gonna miss her so so so much. Tomorrow is her last day, I hope the plan MY and I have for her farewell is good enough. School's gonna be so different without her =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RulfQ2g2IFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/bvAvfeQDgAY/s1600-h/DSC06711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109719995344363602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RulfQ2g2IFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/bvAvfeQDgAY/s320/DSC06711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RulfQ2g2IFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/bvAvfeQDgAY/s1600-h/DSC06711.JPG"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know I have crazy friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why must you leave?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's a whole lot of pictures from school. I've posted them on my &lt;a href="http://jazmeane.multiply.com/"&gt;Multiply.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are &lt;strong&gt;class &lt;/strong&gt;pictures&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are &lt;strong&gt;Lizzie &lt;/strong&gt;pictures&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are &lt;strong&gt;lunch time&lt;/strong&gt; pictures&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are &lt;strong&gt;PE &lt;/strong&gt;pictures&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And there'll be alot more pictures when I add on and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;when Kathy sends her pictures to me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know if I left out anything. I hope not. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wanted to put up more pictures. But the stupid connection is getting on my nerves! Next time la. Or just go to my multiply.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-7561380353550689003?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/7561380353550689003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=7561380353550689003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/7561380353550689003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/7561380353550689003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2007/09/fine.html' title='Fine'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/RulTQGg2H7I/AAAAAAAAADo/1ePIR_ofOGQ/s72-c/Twilight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-1987980363566076941</id><published>2007-09-10T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T00:56:48.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Time</title><content type='html'>So I was just watching Ugly Betty and Betty's dad had to prove he was in the country at a particular year. After much research, he presented the customs worker with a receipt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was dated &lt;strong&gt;September 10th.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love my life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-1987980363566076941?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/1987980363566076941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=1987980363566076941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/1987980363566076941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/1987980363566076941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2007/09/perfect-time.html' title='Perfect Time'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30730523.post-7766966197390300182</id><published>2007-09-09T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T23:59:11.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>as if</title><content type='html'>It's not Friday. Oops... What was I thinking? Never mind. Let's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;pretend it's Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, then I can tell you about my crazy week. Okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first week of school since the holidays and it really wasn't bad at all. Lizzie was actually having fun in class! Well, most of the time... We came to a school that's still under construction and has a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;prison for a classroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I have no idea why they boarded up the windows. Next year, there's gonna be &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week was full of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;cat fights&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I got pinched, poked and scratched like mad by Nina and then got scratched, pinched and whacked by the Queen aka ShanaLogic. You can still see the scars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got hold of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eclipse!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yay! Ah... &lt;em&gt;Edward Cullen&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;*dreamssss* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a weird week, I actually did&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;at home! (it IS big news)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nina is leaving soon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. TOO SOON! I'm gonna miss her so so so much. I can't remember when was the last time I felt like this. *sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today(Friday), while I was drawing a map, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;whole school blacked out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; So because they boarded up the windows the whole class was pitch black. So happen, I was wearing a glow-in-the-dark shirt! So&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt; I was glowing&lt;/span&gt; the whole time and people wouldn't loose me =D The Queen was sooo freaked out, she jumped to my chair, pulled me down and expected me to sit on the chair when her whole butt was on it! She wouldn't even let me stand up cause she was soooo afraid.&lt;em&gt; tsk tsk&lt;/em&gt; what a Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided on Sunday that I wouldn't have a party outside. Instead, why not one in my house? Get my dad to cook and ask everyone to dress up. So that's what I'm doing tomorrow(Saturday), celebrating my birthday on Lizzie's actual birthday =D =D  My dad said I could invite only 10! So it's really limited. I wish I could invite more but my dad is not &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;er&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's about it for my week. I THINK. Doesn't seem like much but it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everybody, cross your fingers(when I cross mine, it doesn't work) and hope I'd put up &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;pictures.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is getting too weird. Let's get back to the real world where it's Sunday so I can get back to watching &lt;em&gt;Ugly Betty&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;*whoosh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30730523-7766966197390300182?l=jazmeane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/feeds/7766966197390300182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30730523&amp;postID=7766966197390300182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/7766966197390300182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30730523/posts/default/7766966197390300182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazmeane.blogspot.com/2007/09/as-if.html' title='as if'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670799469181022512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ntuFB2WEpsY/Rqy-Ks86NSI/AAAAAAAAACo/gQPeG6aMGok/s320/Lights.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
