<?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-25113180583108339</id><updated>2011-12-18T05:36:32.551-08:00</updated><category term='My boring life=)'/><category term='Tsk Tsk'/><category term='South Korea boyband'/><category term='Tagged by Merciana'/><category term='A truly fun day'/><category term='Pon and Zi =]'/><category term='Guilt'/><category term='4 LaUgHs'/><category term='Random storyline'/><category term='At the mall and Vanessa&apos;s house'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Bored out of my mind'/><category term='Spreading joy and thanks'/><category term='Autobiography by me'/><category term='Possibly unrequitted love'/><title type='text'>My heart and soul</title><subtitle type='html'>I am often confused but i follow what i think is true and that is my heart</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>152</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-3306061879587988241</id><published>2010-11-21T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T23:23:05.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-written poem</title><content type='html'>Been a long time since i posted since i've been hooked on tumblr :P Anyways here's my poem :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep thy slithering stinging tongues.&lt;br /&gt;Share not thy piercing words-&lt;br /&gt;or sweet melodies shall escape chords.&lt;br /&gt;Doth remember? &lt;br /&gt;The soul that once bore purity?&lt;br /&gt;T'is tainted now.&lt;br /&gt;Oceans shan't cleanse it. &lt;br /&gt;T'is insanity!&lt;br /&gt;Murder on humanity!&lt;br /&gt;Nay! Speak no more!&lt;br /&gt;Share not they piercing words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, basically I wrote this poem right after the 1st line popped into my mind out of the blue. So I didn't stop writing till I thought it was done. Short and simple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poem merely demonstrates how much I detest people who bad talk others and like doing so. The whole purity thing is actually about innocence that people once had whereby they would not speak ill of another human being. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old english can be seen as I quite like and appreciate it. Hehe~ ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, do feel free to comment. It will be appreciated :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-3306061879587988241?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/3306061879587988241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/11/self-written-poem.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/3306061879587988241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/3306061879587988241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/11/self-written-poem.html' title='Self-written poem'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-3824260020135646781</id><published>2010-09-17T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T11:55:23.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers to my friend Cherry (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/li0x10R-L88?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/li0x10R-L88?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You inspire me with your meaningful lyrics and awesome guitar skills. Love always, Janice (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-3824260020135646781?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/3824260020135646781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/09/cheers-to-my-friend-cherry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/3824260020135646781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/3824260020135646781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/09/cheers-to-my-friend-cherry.html' title='Cheers to my friend Cherry (:'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-4418199323819737124</id><published>2010-09-15T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T02:24:11.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random story</title><content type='html'>As i keep on running towards the goal that seems impossible, I do not wish to stop but i have to as i need to take a deep breath again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as if lightning struck, i wish upon a star again for what i hoped for two years ago. It was when I first met this ever-bright light which seemed to always illuminate my heart. After every heartache, every pain, every sorrow, i come back to this light in hopes of a better tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its probably futile but I just keep wishing on this light in hopes that it will accept me one day eventhough its turned me down once before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-4418199323819737124?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/4418199323819737124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/09/random-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/4418199323819737124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/4418199323819737124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/09/random-story.html' title='Random story'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-8862061281395762868</id><published>2010-09-15T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T02:17:06.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tumblr</title><content type='html'>I have a tumblr now. Still figuring out how to use it properly tho :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://bruneianturtle.tumblr.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-8862061281395762868?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/8862061281395762868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/09/tumblr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/8862061281395762868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/8862061281395762868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/09/tumblr.html' title='Tumblr'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-5888187572153813587</id><published>2010-09-10T01:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T12:40:02.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Single and available!</title><content type='html'>Forget dating life, this girl's gonna live life free. RAWR~ XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why i even dated. Only makes me think and worry too much. Better to just take everyone as friends (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est la vie~ ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-5888187572153813587?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/5888187572153813587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/09/single-and-available.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/5888187572153813587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/5888187572153813587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/09/single-and-available.html' title='Single and available!'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-2990591431966601678</id><published>2010-08-01T07:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T07:59:40.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking too much?</title><content type='html'>Reconciliation can be an easy thing for one and hard for some. I do believe in it. I have asked for forgiveness before and prayed for it to come. I have managed to get forgiveness and haven't as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most recently tho, I am glad to share with you readers that i rejoice over the fact that i managed to gain forgiveness from someone who i still hold dear to me =') &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let time take its own pace. Nothing is wrong with that. Remember those memories? The sleepovers? The secrets and moments shared? How we helped each other through tough times? All those good times we shared? I do (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when everything was crystal clear and then it was fogged momentarily. But I would like to see it crystal clear again. In fact, i would like to see it spotless =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My latest facebook msg made me smile (: &lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I have a chance to make things right again. Thank you ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-2990591431966601678?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/2990591431966601678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/08/thinking-too-much.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/2990591431966601678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/2990591431966601678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/08/thinking-too-much.html' title='Thinking too much?'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-1172136769879509013</id><published>2010-07-31T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T21:46:59.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonna be epic!</title><content type='html'>STEP UP 3D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/TFT5OeRsc1I/AAAAAAAAAqU/wR97m6tM7kE/s1600/step-up-3d-poster-full-2-4-10-kc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/TFT5OeRsc1I/AAAAAAAAAqU/wR97m6tM7kE/s320/step-up-3d-poster-full-2-4-10-kc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500295071966982994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES!!! Who can't wait for this movie right? After Step Up and Step Up 2 , i bet tons of people are anticipating this movie. I know i am (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyone remember this blast from the past? PCK!!!! Coming soon in theatres :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/TFT74r9tevI/AAAAAAAAAqc/4GBYwKOVv1w/s1600/4011337092_fe3598016d_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/TFT74r9tevI/AAAAAAAAAqc/4GBYwKOVv1w/s320/4011337092_fe3598016d_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500297996219022066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-1172136769879509013?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/1172136769879509013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/07/gonna-be-epic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/1172136769879509013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/1172136769879509013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/07/gonna-be-epic.html' title='Gonna be epic!'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/TFT5OeRsc1I/AAAAAAAAAqU/wR97m6tM7kE/s72-c/step-up-3d-poster-full-2-4-10-kc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-3315610969908978164</id><published>2010-07-29T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T07:11:11.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A movie i watched twice</title><content type='html'>I give it a three thumbs up if i had an extra thumb :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first watched "Inception" with Barry, Geo and Howard. Then watched the 2nd time with Fina and Rachel (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last week i watched Despicable Me with fina, rach and farah. AWESOME!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-3315610969908978164?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/3315610969908978164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/07/movie-i-watched-twice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/3315610969908978164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/3315610969908978164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/07/movie-i-watched-twice.html' title='A movie i watched twice'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-538369347873391110</id><published>2010-07-11T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T00:15:40.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another story :)</title><content type='html'>When a calm breeze suddenly converts into an enormous gust of wind, you know you have to be wary eventhough you may not be able to avoid it. This is what I believe I felt like when-for a split second. I knew I was about to get injured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   As the cool breeze blew my onyx hair, it seemed to sway happily. My stomach fancied a meal that would bring it rapture. My hands worked away at finding the utensils and ingredients needed for the concoction I was about to brew, while some parts of my body remained idle such as my legs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   My stomach expressed its yearning for its desire which tested my patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "I'm done cooking! Happy?" I bellowed in my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The rumbling subsided which informed me that it was content. I strained the dish as the bubbling liquid was of no use. I hummed a playful tune which would cause my brother to proclaim that a dying cat would have sounded better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   As I ventured towards the obscurity that was named a sink, it was too late. It happened. Just as the strength of the breeze turned into what I had thought to be a hurricane, I lost my balance and spilled the bubbling liquid on my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Images of my hand distorting flashed into my mind for what had seemed to be an eternity of nightmares. God had slapped me awake and I rushed to save my ever faithful tool by rinsing it with cold water and then placed a cold piece of meat to rest idly on it. After all, my hands have always helped me through pleasant moments such as consuming burgers and unpleasant moments such as when the call of nature arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The stings seemed never-ending but as I was home alone, there was no point in screaming in agony so I committed the inevitable. I...took a nap.&lt;br /&gt;(315 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-538369347873391110?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/538369347873391110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/07/another-story.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/538369347873391110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/538369347873391110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/07/another-story.html' title='Another story :)'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-2287903888970831157</id><published>2010-07-10T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T00:03:52.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This feeling I wish I could overcome</title><content type='html'>Pictures speak louder than words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/TDlqRZBblzI/AAAAAAAAAp8/ljqhUu9HujE/s1600/miss+you+poems+night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 307px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/TDlqRZBblzI/AAAAAAAAAp8/ljqhUu9HujE/s320/miss+you+poems+night.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492538067562239794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that you're the only one I miss like crazy eventhough i've just seen you? I've just seen you yesterday but I want to see you everyday. I wish I could. I wish every moment would just last forever. I wish father time would always be on my side when i'm sitting with you.  I wish you would stop making me miss you so :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound emo and cheesy now but thats who i am. Live with it ben dan :P *warning* I can be the jealous type and i don't like sharing. That applies to food as well :P Unless i'm in a really good and generous mood. Hehe~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've opened my heart again after so long so don't let me close it again Po! xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look at you then I remember "Oh yeah, that's why" and i let out a huge turtle-ish smile. Because a moment with you reminds me of how much love there is in the world  (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/TDlsrv9_m5I/AAAAAAAAAqM/N51BmANJ-5I/s1600/Photo+19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/TDlsrv9_m5I/AAAAAAAAAqM/N51BmANJ-5I/s320/Photo+19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492540719421692818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-2287903888970831157?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/2287903888970831157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-feeling-i-wish-i-could-overcome.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/2287903888970831157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/2287903888970831157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-feeling-i-wish-i-could-overcome.html' title='This feeling I wish I could overcome'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/TDlqRZBblzI/AAAAAAAAAp8/ljqhUu9HujE/s72-c/miss+you+poems+night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-341532295728036975</id><published>2010-07-08T09:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T09:37:34.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome day (:</title><content type='html'>Today after music society, i got dropped off at gadong and watched predators. It was a cool movie. However my friend and I did not get to see the ending as nature called at the last few minutes of the movie :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then proceeded to escapade to meet up with other mates. Hard to believe a bento was enough to bloat my tummy~ :P &lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we went to Geo's house to watch a movie. We watched "Deadline" first but it was too boring so we changed it to "Karate Kid" =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karate Kid is awesome! :D I really enjoyed watching it for a second time with the same person i watched it with the 1st time =p &lt;br /&gt;We had an enjoyable time~~~~~~~~~ ^_____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly the day had to end when my mum came to pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was an awesome day (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-341532295728036975?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/341532295728036975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/07/awesome-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/341532295728036975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/341532295728036975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/07/awesome-day.html' title='Awesome day (:'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-2874735360623280045</id><published>2010-07-06T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T08:07:40.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A song for charity ~</title><content type='html'>Through the evergrey mist, &lt;br /&gt;they push through with their fist,&lt;br /&gt;though their troubles never seem to fade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situations may seem grey,&lt;br /&gt;but thats no reason to be melancholy,&lt;br /&gt;as there is always hope,&lt;br /&gt;and no time to mope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though they are poor, &lt;br /&gt;their strength is shown with a roar,&lt;br /&gt;but only for so long,&lt;br /&gt;as these thoughts can no longer prolong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people dying, &lt;br /&gt;while we're all living,&lt;br /&gt;without much care, &lt;br /&gt;is that fair? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's still time to be bold,&lt;br /&gt;no time to be cold,&lt;br /&gt;so make haste,&lt;br /&gt;there's no time to waste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your heart is true, &lt;br /&gt;and your soul is pure,&lt;br /&gt;donate to charity,&lt;br /&gt;as it can give you clarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completely original by me (: &lt;br /&gt;( copy right ) xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-2874735360623280045?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/2874735360623280045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/07/song-for-charity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/2874735360623280045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/2874735360623280045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/07/song-for-charity.html' title='A song for charity ~'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-8962641970421545597</id><published>2010-07-06T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T07:53:20.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Short poetry by me (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Life is but- &lt;br /&gt;a turbulent journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A never ending ride of; &lt;br /&gt;pleasure and pain, &lt;br /&gt;smiles and frowns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wish for everlasting splendor&lt;br /&gt;that may never be.&lt;br /&gt;A wish for forever wonder &lt;br /&gt;that may be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A friend you shall always be&lt;br /&gt;never leaving me be. &lt;br /&gt;Truly a friend indeed, &lt;br /&gt;whenever i'm in need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Smile and Frown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A smile is but a line- &lt;br /&gt;an upward arc;&lt;br /&gt;that lights up your day.&lt;br /&gt;Whereas a frown is but a line-&lt;br /&gt;a downward arc;&lt;br /&gt;that darkens your day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-8962641970421545597?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/8962641970421545597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/07/poetry-by-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/8962641970421545597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/8962641970421545597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/07/poetry-by-me.html' title='Short poetry by me (:'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-2191399180066374045</id><published>2010-06-27T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T03:08:40.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First ever Wheel-a-thon</title><content type='html'>I was asked by Chynna to go for this wheel-a-thon with Sabrina and Barry. However, they decided that hanging out around JP was more fun. HECK YEAH! It most definitely was :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we hung around, fell, did crazy stuff ( i.e. ripping our pants from doing cart-wheel *looks at sab*  hehe~ ) , played with roller blades and scooters, etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone was very smart. going down a slide with roller-blades on :P &lt;br /&gt;Barry's mum sent me home. Cool woman 8) Thank you Barry's momma~! XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a nap when i reached home. Not enough sleep because the night before i went to a Gawai celebration till 11pm+ then had to wake up at 5.30am so i could go to Jerudong Park at 6.30am because someone told me to go there by that time =.= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for making me wait a half hour before one of you arrived -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well~ It was fun while it lasted tho xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outing again with you guys yesh? =3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-2191399180066374045?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/2191399180066374045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/06/first-ever-wheel-thon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/2191399180066374045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/2191399180066374045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/06/first-ever-wheel-thon.html' title='First ever Wheel-a-thon'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-4792904502381949303</id><published>2010-06-23T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T06:14:22.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd test for EAS in MD</title><content type='html'>I was kinda sleepy and it was a surprise test so I hope you guys like it. My teacher liked it but i still got a "D". Oh well~ Just gotta improve :) Alright, read on! xD   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It was like any other normal evening- or so I thought. Little did I know that I would be a victim, caged like a wild yet silent beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   In search of someone, anyone. I braved the sea of clothes in my room. There was not much I could use; for a wild beast like myself, as most of my senses failed me. It was difficult to survive the sea of turbulence but i somehow managed with extreme determination. I had to find life. Even in my subconscious, I knew and believed that somewhere in this cage lurked a living person. I may be unfortunately young but I had enough courage and curiosuty to pull me through any obstacle like the brave lion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "Aaarrggg....! This is taking forever!" I bellowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   However, perseverance kept me going. As every second on my mickey mouse digital watch passed by annoyingly slow, tension grew and my temper was close to flaring. I truly wondered where that shiny, exuberant gift of mine could be. It felt like hours had already gone by and I still had not discovered the location of what I sought. Alas, over by my dresser, under my cotton-filled princess pillow, a sparkle had caught my eye. Could I have finally landed upon a miracle? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   After rushing towards the destination I had programmed in my mind, with ease and excitement, I lifted the pillow slowly. There it was. But, it wasn't what I sought. No. What I was staring at was far worse. It did not bring me joy, instead it brought utter horror. Her eyes which worked harmoniously with its smile mocked me as though it could look right into my soul. Its body remained idle but also remained a threat to my sanity. What was left of my sanity anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   My body froze as time seemed to have stood still, there it was laying on the innocent white tiled floor which was stained by its presence. Fear had enveloped me as I realised that the Barbie doll would be the only one accompanying me for this long and dreary night. The agony was impossible to bear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                        (349 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-4792904502381949303?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/4792904502381949303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/06/2nd-test-for-eas-in-md.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/4792904502381949303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/4792904502381949303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/06/2nd-test-for-eas-in-md.html' title='2nd test for EAS in MD'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-1695677759969306168</id><published>2010-06-19T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T04:53:09.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Karate Kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/TBys5IGrbiI/AAAAAAAAApk/FHvtMIwKRkI/s1600/karate-kid-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/TBys5IGrbiI/AAAAAAAAApk/FHvtMIwKRkI/s320/karate-kid-poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484448543658438178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First i went to makan. Then played in the arcade for abit baru go watch movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! It was awesome eventhough it was the 2nd time this holiday that i've sat in the very 1st row. LAWLS~ Thanks for the jacket Barry :) It was a cold day in Brunei today :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we went to the arcade and even K-Box(ed) HAHAHA, You're not a bad rapper Barry ( crazy stalker HAHAHA =p ) xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day felt kinda short but it was fun :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaden Smith ( Will smith's son ) is goooooooooooood XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/TByvjLvxEbI/AAAAAAAAAps/9c4G1fHfYHA/s1600/Jaden-Smith-The-Karate-Kid-Movie-Remake-500x751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/TByvjLvxEbI/AAAAAAAAAps/9c4G1fHfYHA/s320/Jaden-Smith-The-Karate-Kid-Movie-Remake-500x751.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484451465213841842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-1695677759969306168?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/1695677759969306168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/06/karate-kid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/1695677759969306168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/1695677759969306168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/06/karate-kid.html' title='Karate Kid'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/TBys5IGrbiI/AAAAAAAAApk/FHvtMIwKRkI/s72-c/karate-kid-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-8365182524661201378</id><published>2010-06-18T20:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T04:55:44.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot damn This is my jam~</title><content type='html'>Just a random title. HAHAHA =p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i had an awesome outing with Kyle, Geo, Craig, Edmund and Li Ying after my breakdance class. Which would make 4 girls and two guys.  We had dinner at cheezebox.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Barry or should i say Baweeeeeee... came to cheezebox only for a few minutes then had to take off =p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the moment we'd all been waiting for. TOY STORY 3!!!! We sat in the very front row. Who ask you kyle? Last minute buy ticket again lah :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/TByv4Di8VcI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Ku-PS_cTObc/s1600/toystory_3_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/TByv4Di8VcI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Ku-PS_cTObc/s320/toystory_3_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484451823789823426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toy Story 3 was like the best toy story movie evaaaaaa~! :P But the beginning in the cinema i was confused as to what cartoon was showing =p Probably an advert or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we went to the arcade. Where else to go right? =p &lt;br /&gt;Li Ying has got complete OWNAGE in shooting hoops :O &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so guilty when Geo payed for my food n drinks at cheezebox. But he insisted and payed already so i couldn't stop him. Sigh~ At least i payed for the my own movie ticket (A) =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited at cheezebox for transport. And that was the end of the night :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-8365182524661201378?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/8365182524661201378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/06/hot-damn-this-is-my-jam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/8365182524661201378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/8365182524661201378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/06/hot-damn-this-is-my-jam.html' title='Hot damn This is my jam~'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/TByv4Di8VcI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Ku-PS_cTObc/s72-c/toystory_3_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-8140278782556660312</id><published>2010-06-14T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T10:03:34.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>I actually watched this twice. I would rate it a 9/10 =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/TBZcYm7eixI/AAAAAAAAApE/eTXl_OsAyLw/s1600/prince_of_persia_the_sands_of_time_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/TBZcYm7eixI/AAAAAAAAApE/eTXl_OsAyLw/s320/prince_of_persia_the_sands_of_time_poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482671174206786322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i watched Shrek which was funny but i would rate it 7/10 =p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/TBZgrMs846I/AAAAAAAAApc/puw8Aflc2Os/s1600/Shrek-Forever-After-Poster-april.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/TBZgrMs846I/AAAAAAAAApc/puw8Aflc2Os/s320/Shrek-Forever-After-Poster-april.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482675891630564258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and i had no idea who was the singer at my friend's birthday party till i looked him up on google. Apparently he's called Afgan :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/TBZeUjZ194I/AAAAAAAAApM/a_fCL5K6CFM/s1600/Afgan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/TBZeUjZ194I/AAAAAAAAApM/a_fCL5K6CFM/s320/Afgan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482673303564187522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/TBZgBCp0rTI/AAAAAAAAApU/YFs_F3YJ2qU/s1600/male_singer_artist__afgan__by_ladynathz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/TBZgBCp0rTI/AAAAAAAAApU/YFs_F3YJ2qU/s320/male_singer_artist__afgan__by_ladynathz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482675167378582834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His singing was alrite. Enjoyable enough (a) =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-8140278782556660312?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/8140278782556660312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/06/movies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/8140278782556660312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/8140278782556660312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/06/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/TBZcYm7eixI/AAAAAAAAApE/eTXl_OsAyLw/s72-c/prince_of_persia_the_sands_of_time_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-9069509583973564210</id><published>2010-06-14T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T06:38:53.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance</title><content type='html'>Another passion :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hip hop dance &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/TBYwDh4epyI/AAAAAAAAAo0/lRbCg1RRncc/s1600/hip+hop+dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/TBYwDh4epyI/AAAAAAAAAo0/lRbCg1RRncc/s320/hip+hop+dance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482622433563158306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakdance :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/TBYwvdoyuuI/AAAAAAAAAo8/X7szGJLHuWs/s1600/breakdance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/TBYwvdoyuuI/AAAAAAAAAo8/X7szGJLHuWs/s320/breakdance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482623188337867490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the baby freeze which was one of the first moves they taught :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-9069509583973564210?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/9069509583973564210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/06/dance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/9069509583973564210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/9069509583973564210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/06/dance.html' title='Dance'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/TBYwDh4epyI/AAAAAAAAAo0/lRbCg1RRncc/s72-c/hip+hop+dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-3133243776367985687</id><published>2010-06-09T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T07:26:13.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No just no</title><content type='html'>I will not be sucked into the world of relationships. The only relationship i need is with Him =] Amen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-3133243776367985687?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/3133243776367985687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-just-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/3133243776367985687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/3133243776367985687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-just-no.html' title='No just no'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-6660433774779096775</id><published>2010-06-09T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T02:48:19.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Player?</title><content type='html'>That word is funny. That word will never be associated with me, i can promise you that. It seems that you just can't be friends with guys without people thinking you're dating the guys you hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things clear, I am single. I do not date someone just because they are interested in me or just because i am interested. Feelings have to be mutual. That is all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-6660433774779096775?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/6660433774779096775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/06/player.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/6660433774779096775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/6660433774779096775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/06/player.html' title='Player?'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-1747578798074953501</id><published>2010-06-07T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T22:54:03.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party!</title><content type='html'>Last night was the awesomest party i had ever witnessed and attended. A dance crew, a DJ, a famous singer from indonesia with a full band and 2 giant screens showing music videos were there. All had taken place in the Indra Hall at Empire :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Nafisa Halim!!!! You are cute, pretty, smart and nice :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 ya =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-1747578798074953501?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/1747578798074953501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/06/party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/1747578798074953501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/1747578798074953501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/06/party.html' title='Party!'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-389503148004599053</id><published>2010-06-04T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T23:32:23.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>I saw your face eventho you were behind two. It seems silly but it was enough to shake me up =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-389503148004599053?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/389503148004599053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/06/yesterday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/389503148004599053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/389503148004599053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/06/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-3157688654764705551</id><published>2010-04-24T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T02:45:51.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My latest love</title><content type='html'>Meet Guitar ( my latest lover ) and me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/S9K7edjFsUI/AAAAAAAAAoc/7TyN_YgEYw4/s1600/Photo+2.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/_aMgqr7EbqsI/S9K7edjFsUI/AAAAAAAAAoc/7TyN_YgEYw4/s320/Photo+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463635429956104514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/S9K9IX9aQoI/AAAAAAAAAok/Y4CCC2_HJxs/s1600/Photo+3.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/_aMgqr7EbqsI/S9K9IX9aQoI/AAAAAAAAAok/Y4CCC2_HJxs/s320/Photo+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463637249522025090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/S9K9kExQFMI/AAAAAAAAAos/rXAVcY745lY/s1600/Photo+1.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/_aMgqr7EbqsI/S9K9kExQFMI/AAAAAAAAAos/rXAVcY745lY/s320/Photo+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463637725407089858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, our love is one that cannot be torn apart &lt;3 Haha :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-3157688654764705551?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/3157688654764705551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-latest-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/3157688654764705551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/3157688654764705551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-latest-love.html' title='My latest love'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/S9K7edjFsUI/AAAAAAAAAoc/7TyN_YgEYw4/s72-c/Photo+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-2578049791579336629</id><published>2010-04-17T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T21:00:12.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MD life</title><content type='html'>I first entered MD on the 30th of march. For the first week, i still needed a map to get used to the school :P &lt;br /&gt;It even felt lonely on the first day. Slowly i started bumping into people i knew who all went "EH!!! Why are you here??" &lt;br /&gt;That always cracked me up xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also managed to make new friends through other friends and also friends that with people who just talk to me and vice versa. So i guess, overall, MD is pretty cool yaw :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in music society club with Michelle Tan as one of my mentors. I'm also in guitar club (no mentor yet since i'm new). And for my third CCA, I'm in basketball club with Blessy because we're in the same house colour :P  It's so cool to be able to join as many CCAs as you want as long as the days and times don't clash :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i was transferred to Mr.Singh's math class, the homework load has been CRAZY!! Homework today, hand-in the next school day. Also, he isn't easily satisfied. He says that if you don't get an A for your AS then  he won't teach you next year. *eep*  He loves to joke around tho. Especially with different languages such as cantonese. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My EAS teacher now is a australian. I was psyched for this subject. Except that i realised she teaches at a superrrrrrrrr slow rate. And i'm a turtle so when i say slow i mean SLOW!!! -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My psychology teacher is cool. She is always nice and funny but she WILL NOT tolerate and disciplinary problems. We just learnt about autism :P Oh oh! And Blessy told me she wants to be a psychologist :O And she's taking ASL and not EAS. Sorry qeel, i made a mistake thinking she was taking EAS :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My English Literature teacher is Mr.Albert Polita. People who have been in MS long enough would know him as well :P &lt;br /&gt;He likes to pick me and use my name for his jokes in class. HAiya~ But he is fun :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats all. Bye :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-2578049791579336629?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/2578049791579336629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/04/md-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/2578049791579336629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/2578049791579336629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/04/md-life.html' title='MD life'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-6801969692150759000</id><published>2010-03-27T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T08:35:48.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp</title><content type='html'>Camp was an awesome and life changing experience. It can hardly be described in words and i hope i can go again next year :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes were really opened after all the sessions from Pastor Joshua. Awesome man that he is :)     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He talked about how humans are forgetful and that friends shouldn't end friendships or have silly quarrels over petty things. &lt;br /&gt;Alot of great insightful videos as well :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven Curtis Chapman is awesome! Thank you for "Maria's Big house of hope" ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh~ great memories that i shall cherish with all the new friends i had made :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-6801969692150759000?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/6801969692150759000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/03/camp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/6801969692150759000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/6801969692150759000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/03/camp.html' title='Camp'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-4034062486127763581</id><published>2010-03-17T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:58:25.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Autobiography by me'/><title type='text'>Could not hold in everything anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ever wonder why the good people in this world tend to suffer the most? Ever thought- what's the point of being nice to everyone when you'll probably be left alone in the end? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true that i have had a rough couple of years during my lower secondary days being the only Chinese in class and even in the primary days when i had a fear of speaking to others. I made friends with some good people and some bad. I have endured different kinds of abuse, mentally and physically since a young age. Some experiences beyond comprehension and times that i have had to swear to never speak of. Many things of which even the closest of friends would not be aware of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of form 3, i thought it was great to finally have a best friend for the 1st time. We had many ups and downs. In form 4, i went to her house many times for several long weeks to mend her broken heart with a listening ear and ice-cream. I even learned to hug a friend for the first time. Eventually she got better. And found more people that could love her. I was happy for her. We may not be friends anymore now but i can still remember those times vividly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you guys; but do see the point in rumors? When you start talking about something or someone that you have no idea whether it is true or not; an abundance of consequences could come with that. Which is why i never liked to believe in rumors no matter where they come from. There could be a long complicated story behind a rumor that we would probably have overlooked. Rumors are sometimes the test of friendships. Whoever chooses to believe the bad rumors are probably not your real friends and whoever chooses not to believe them are true to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rarely go overseas so it makes me happy to know if i am going overseas. But, the happiest day of my life is actually the day i had the honor of being classmates with these awesome friends in form 4.The awesome people = ( Aqeelah, Caroline, Sherly, Shaz, Belle, Rai, Pey yi ) =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had always been timid and shy by nature. With them, they helped me grow. I admit that now i may seem more confident and braver. Alas, that is probably just what i wanted to portray to others. Deep inside, i could possibly have the most fragile heart in the world. For all i know, my heart could be made of glass. Being able to break starting from the tiniest crack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People may have seen changes in me, but- i will always be that basketball crazy, jean-loving, hip-hop dancing lover at heart. I believe that i changed to become a bit more feminine because i realized that everybody's gotta grow up someday. So why not now? Time is very short so if i didn't start wearing dresses or other things that i normally didn't wear before, who knows if my life is cut short? I may never have the chance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bullied in primary 3 (the same year i lost my grandad). I never met my mom's mum as she passed away when my mum was pregnant with her 1st child. In form 2, my dad passed away. I knew he was weak but i didn't expect it to be that soon. It was so crazy growing up. Slowly noticing my father losing his hair, getting skinnier to the extent that i could see his eyeballs wanting to come out and his backbone being so visible, seeing how he would vomit at odd hours. Every detail is embedded in my mind to this day. I still remember a few of my siblings had to fly straight home for this sad event. A sister from UK. A brother from China. A brother from Malaysia. A sister from Australia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In form 3, my dad's mum passed away. This made me think of why life would be so cruel to me and my family. I know, selfish of me to think of my own self. After my dad's passing, my mother showed us she could be strong and that we could too. I cannot lie that i had shown weakness many a time. But that is who i am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not afraid to admit that i have had problems since last year with vomiting. I vomited every month starting from last year. According to some people, it meant that i had weak intestines or a weak stomach. It made me fear of the type of cancer my father and older sister had. It constantly made me think of the possibility that i may not live long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were even times when i would feel breathless or faint even from just standing up after a long time of sitting which made my mother think that i was possibly anaemic. Despite all this, i have never went for a doctor's check-up. I didn't choose not to. My family just never has the time. There have even been times that i have been in a state close to depression. I considered smoking, cutting, etc. But of course, i never condoned in such activities. However, just having those thoughts were wrong enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember memories i have had with my good friends who i place highly on my own personal friends' list in my heart. I could go on and on in detail about those times but i shan't for those are mine and theirs to keep. I have only had the utmost care for them. If they had a problem, that problem would tend to circle my mind for a day or two or more. That's how much i care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter who tries to ruin my life. Whether it be rumors or flying criticism. I shall always remain true to my friends. I would never hurt any of them intentionally. Because hurting a friend by a comment is like a stab at my own heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand how a friend could doubt me after knowing me for years and choosing to believe a rumor. But, that is life. I had a friend who chose to believe a rumor; i didn't care because in reality she was just an acquaintance. But this is different. This hurts. This tears me apart. This burns my soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family knows me best and none of them would ever believe that i could spread such horrible tales. They know my heart is true and that when my friends are in pain, i'm in pain. My close friends are like my family. To know that they doubt me or would detest the idea of being like a 'sister' to me really hurts tho i try not to show it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post probably seems pathetic but i needed an outlet. My basketball notebook is filled with art including anime and writings. The writings in the book are private however. I like it that way as it makes the book a lot more special than it already is. Well, that is my opinion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i can do now is hope and pray to God that my troubles shall be over soon. For -a while at least. Considering i know that life will always be full of troubles. I also hope that these rumors didn't originate from any enemies i have made in the past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Sorry if i do not show my care in proper ways. Everyone has flaws. I just happen to have a lot of them for being so ditsy. There are alot of qualities i wish i had but i would have to take a long time to learn about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise Him always. I have faith that you will guide me through life for you will never forsake me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/S6HawaB1wLI/AAAAAAAAAoU/1ZA6Hs6_KNY/s1600-h/jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 305px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/S6HawaB1wLI/AAAAAAAAAoU/1ZA6Hs6_KNY/s320/jesus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449877549250625714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-4034062486127763581?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/4034062486127763581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/03/troubled-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/4034062486127763581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/4034062486127763581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/03/troubled-times.html' title='Could not hold in everything anymore'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/S6HawaB1wLI/AAAAAAAAAoU/1ZA6Hs6_KNY/s72-c/jesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-796908466936937849</id><published>2010-03-15T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T07:21:05.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another EAS assignment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Had to do a magazine article. I found it real tough because it isnt as easy as imaginative writing. But do tell me what you think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Getting On With Your Parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is often perceived by teenagers that parents are like another life-form that they shall never comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, parents are like a puzzle. You need to connect one puzzle piece to another to finally understand what is it that they really want to tell you.  Like a puzzle, they also tend to confuse you. But, we must not also forget that many parents dread the day we become teenagers because of all the changes that would occur to us physically and mentally which would; in turn make us the puzzles in their eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to get on with your parents, ask yourselves, why is it that I do not get on with them? As difficult as it may seem for some of you to dig for that answer, the question is not that complex to answer. An abundance of us tend to be influenced by our peers as. With the rise of other teenagers having girlfriends or boyfriends, most of us would incline towards the green-eyed monster. Do not be peeved with them for forbidding you from having a relationship; for you must understand that your parents are only looking out for you so listen to their advice instead of rebelling against them. Active listening is of the utmost importance when it comes to a good relationship between yourself and your parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what I am about to say, I am sure that many of us are familiar with. It is not food, not trendy clothes, not a tiger as a pet. No. It is money. They say money is the root of all evil. It possibly is…depending on how you look it at it. If you are fortunate enough to collect allowances from your parents, you tend to want to buy things that you ‘believe’ you need. However, we must learn to shop smart. Push aside your wants and think about your needs. As a typical teenager you would think “It’s only a dollar! What’s the big deal?” Avoid such thoughts because your parents worked hard for their salary not to see you spend it like you are drinking water. Parents may seem cheap to you at times but they really just want you to learn the value of a dollar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word ‘chores’ is a word that I have become only too familiar with and I am sure many of you have heard as well. “Chores are often a dreaded task that is put upon us to cost us misery and pain.”   This sentence is far from the truth. We are teenagers! We have like to have fun, don’t we? Do not look at chores as a dreaded task. You could be dancing to a song while wiping windows or singing aloud while sweeping! These suggestions may seem incredulous; but as long as you get the job done and keep your parents smiling, you will feel rewarded in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing we teenagers should learn is to be considerate to others; especially our parents. After a long, hard day at work, home is our parents’ sanctuary. Do not cause your parents more stress than they could already be having; so keep the noise down. Do not switch on the television or radio on full-blast. You would not like to mess with a tired parent looking for serenity. Trust me! You could always use ear-phones so that you do not intrude on your parent’s ‘quiet time’ or you could get involved in an activity that does not involve noise; like -reading a book or drawing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents have ups and downs in their lives. Don’t make things harder for them than it already is. Try very hard to remember that your parents are human too; just like us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( 629 words )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-796908466936937849?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/796908466936937849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-eas-assignment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/796908466936937849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/796908466936937849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-eas-assignment.html' title='Another EAS assignment'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-4899490314693713363</id><published>2010-03-08T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T01:53:01.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 9</title><content type='html'>The tree that we have just sat under is the exact same tree that Joshua had led me to last time. Is this de ja vu? It can't be, considering this isn't Joshua. This is Craig that i'm with. Right? Right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Craig started speaking in a sweet subtle tone and he whispered to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's something I need to tell you. Please don't freak out okay?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Gulp* "I...I..I'll try not to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"well, I know that we've only just met recently after not meeting in a long time but do you ever feel as if you've known me forever?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about it for a brief moment as his eyes intensified as if a fire had been set ablaze. Finally, I managed to speak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now that you mention it...I do feel as if you've been a missing piece in my life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe I am. Tanya, You may be appalled at this fact but you are my sister and dad isn't lost at sea. He escaped to an uninhabited (not anymore) island to live with a girl he had fallen in love with. He told me not to tell anyone but I had to tell you. I had found out that I was your brother a few years back but I didn't have the guts to tell you...till now." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words echoed for awhile as if it were just hollow air in my head. It must be the disbelief. I mean, two major facts were just blown at me! My father had eloped?!! And I have a brother? Who's alive and not dead? My childhood friend turns out to be my brother? I was told that my brother had died while my mum gave birth to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tanya? Say something. Please say something. Anything. Blink twice if you hear me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I punched him lightly on the arm for joking at the wrong time. I did so lightly as I did not intend on hurting myself considering Newton's third law on how every action has an equal and opposite reaction. Gosh, even now, studies are circling in my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"H..ho..how..is is possible? This is alot to take it in!!" I stuttered at first, then, finally pulled myself together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* "I know, but I'll take it slow if you'd like."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted him to tell me everything but to not waste any time at all on unimportant explicit details. Yes, I am that kind of person who doesn't bother with too much talk. It took away the one hour free period we had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just heard (possibly) one of the most complicated stories in my life. If you knew, you'd think that I had one twisted family. But, this is private family matters so i've decided to keep it to myself. Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked to our next class which was algebra. I always thought algebra reminded me of the word zebra. Because of how close it rhymes. Oh no..I'm rambling again. I deeply apologise as I am obviously not completely recovered from shock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Al G. Brah is very time concious. If you are even a minute late, he would get peeved. Apparently Craig and I were two minutes late. However he did not yell at us at all. Not only I but the whole class as well was astonished at that fact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was Craig a possible reason? Nah, can't be. Can it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-4899490314693713363?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/4899490314693713363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/03/part-9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/4899490314693713363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/4899490314693713363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/03/part-9.html' title='Part 9'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-6520342174590306202</id><published>2010-02-18T08:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T08:57:06.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first AS english descriptive writing assignment</title><content type='html'>A Vivid Childhood Memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   There is a sense of thrill that comes with knowing that one day you may leave your mark upon a person. When I was but a child, I always become ecstatic when I embarked on my so-called "adventures". I still recall a moment in my life that is forever embedded in my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   When I was 5 years old, I was walking down the street passing a pier when I caught a glimpse  of an old man sitting at the end of it, holding some sort of a stick which had a string attached to it. The string led into the blue water which made me ponder on whether the end of the string had been gobbled up by the blue water. I decided to have a brief chat with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "Excuse me, but why are you holding that stick and just sitting here? I don't see why you should be doing this when you could be playing games like me," I smiled as I held out my Gameboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The old man smiled back at me. He was a handsome fellow with brown tousled hair, slightly dark circles under his deep-sea blue eyes and a set of teeth that radiated with its gleaming white colour. His clothes were rather old but still in good use; probably secondhand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "Ah! But you are misguided young lady. I am playing one of the most exciting games ever known! I invented it you know? It is called fishing," he chuckled in a funny way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I giggled back and looked at him with wide eyes that showed genuine interest in everything he said or was about to say. My interest was aroused merely by the tone of his voice and the fascination of the word 'fishing'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "Umm...where does the string go? Did it get eaten by the blue water?" I asked him with a puzzled expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "No, of course not. The water just adores the string you see. You know, I am a magician too. Would you like to see a magic trick?" he said with a wide gleaming smile. A smile that mesmerised me for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I thought for sure that he was playing a trick on me. I assured him that I would love to as my heart was jumping with excitement. He reeled in the string using a turning wheel connected to the stick he was holding. He then placed a mound which he referred to as 'bait' to the S-shaped metal at the end of the string. Finally, he used the stick to toss the string back into the blue water. Only this time, it landed near a long, dark figure. Within what could have been 30 seconds, he started turning the wheel very quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fish jumped straight out of the blue water and seemed to love the string or the 'bait' as it held on wriggling non-stop. Finally, the fish was still and the old man removed it from the S-shaped metal at the end of the string and presented it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "It's a big one isn't it Suzy?" he asked with a grin on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "Yes, yes it was daddy." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   This particular moment from my childhood left a mark on me as I had discovered a new past time which I still consider a joy to this day. When I fish, it reminds me of him, of his presence, of his spirit still being with me as he will always be; in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         (618 words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's the end. My teacher said that it would be cool to use what we've learnt in the one month lesson. So i tried using techniques most writers would be familiar with and took my time to think of a good opening to the story. I also tried expressing my writing style, never wavering far from it. I hope i have achieved that. You, readers of this blog shall be the judge of that i guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments are highly and deeply appreciated. Anything to improve my writing skills. I would like to take this time to thank future commentators in advance so THANK YOU x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National day performance and Cross Country next week! Hope my jogging for the last month pays off. Fingers crossed! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-6520342174590306202?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/6520342174590306202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-as-english-descriptive-writing.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/6520342174590306202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/6520342174590306202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-as-english-descriptive-writing.html' title='My first AS english descriptive writing assignment'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-657606313827539074</id><published>2010-01-17T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T22:04:56.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 8</title><content type='html'>Who knew baby blue eyes would be Craig? When I first met him on the street I must have been very oblivious. Craig looked his best today. He has great taste in clothes. Right out of the Hollywood red carpet. He looked perfect. I never really noticed how good looking he actually was. But im positive that every girl in the room was close to swooning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the places, his seat was assigned next to mine. MINE!! *Screech* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright students, settle down and open page nine of your textbooks. We shall begin the lesson now" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes sir" everyone said monotonously. (some girls didn't say those two simple words tho,  as they were too busy staring at Craig)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, guess we're in the same class together eh?"  he said to me with a gleaming white smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Err, yeah. I guess" I blushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was a rhetorical question" he replied while chuckling to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hormonally challenged beings in my class kept eyeballing Craig jealously as if he were a famous celebrity and i was the girlfriend. Flattering i must say but he is just a friend. I lost Catherine as a friend so having Craig as a possible close friend seemed uplifting in a way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class, I walked out. To my astonishment, Craig followed me.  He explained that he did not know anyone else so he was hoping that I could show him around and tell him everything there was to know about this school. SCHOOL! Not a very intriguing topic if you ask me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone had gone to their respective classrooms already while Craig and I had free period. Odd. Others had too but they were at other areas of the school where they would hang out with their cliques. He was striding down the hall way next to me whereas i seemed to be walking pitifully compared to his stride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To break the silence I started to speak first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what brings you to this specific school? Are you stalking me now?" i joked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It wasn't really my choice. My parent's chose this school for me. Maybe it's fate," he said with a playful tone to his voice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh please! No cliches," I shuddered playfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No harm in it," He replied like a happy carefree little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally reached a tree and sat down under it. Oddly tho, it felt quite nostalgic. Then it dawned on me and I gasped!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-657606313827539074?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/657606313827539074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/01/part-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/657606313827539074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/657606313827539074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/01/part-8.html' title='Part 8'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-7406534441963880997</id><published>2010-01-09T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T06:52:51.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryan Higa! =p</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-DqpAni2M5o&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-DqpAni2M5o&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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/25113180583108339-7406534441963880997?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/7406534441963880997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/01/ryan-higa-p.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/7406534441963880997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/7406534441963880997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2010/01/ryan-higa-p.html' title='Ryan Higa! =p'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-3052373017202985615</id><published>2009-12-29T10:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T10:02:32.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Message To Janice!</title><content type='html'>Hello Janice, Caroline here. Hope you like your new blog layout. =) Nice, simple, clean. Hehe! Unfortunately, this muddled mind of mine has too much in it that I forgot to save your links. So, I'm sorry to inform you that most of your links are gone. I did add in a few, and I'm assuming you've played around with these layouts a bit to know how to do stuffs to your layout, yes? Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year, Janice! (And all of Janice's blog readers). =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in less than a week! School school school...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-3052373017202985615?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/3052373017202985615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/12/message-to-janice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/3052373017202985615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/3052373017202985615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/12/message-to-janice.html' title='Message To Janice!'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-3330817012171405269</id><published>2009-12-24T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T10:44:58.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!</title><content type='html'>Let us all come together in heart and mind on this joyous occasion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy with &lt;br /&gt;1) Family&lt;br /&gt;2) Friends&lt;br /&gt;3) The world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show your christmas spirit. And need not forget that christmas isn't about the presents. It's about love, care, hope, faith, etc... xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i believe with all my heart that all of you will have a merry christmas &lt;3 =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-3330817012171405269?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/3330817012171405269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/3330817012171405269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/3330817012171405269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-1408378004578663365</id><published>2009-12-02T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:24:26.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 7</title><content type='html'>Okay, to let you guys catch up. Here's a summary from what happened in the last chapter of the life of Tanya. It may not be a good one but please bear with me and at least try to read it first before getting on to part 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In part 6, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanya got in trouble with her friend Ashley for going out with Joshua because she didn't know Ashley had a crush on him. Plus, Blake who confessed his feelings to Tanya suddenly flashes his new admirer, Catherine in front of Tanya. So, in other words, Tanya's life seemed to be going upside down. You feel pity for her? Don't. Because she won't need it. After all, what goe around comes around. She may not believe it now but she will. Soon enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK! Now on to part 7~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanya had a restless night that day. Thinking about how things could have gone wrong when she couldnt find anything that she could've done wrong. The next day as she decided to walk to school instead of taking the bus, lttle did she know that she'd bump into a very unexpected person on Palm Street. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tanya? Is that really you? Wow! It's been years!" said the mysteriously charmig voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Craig? Is that really you? Wow! You've changed alot! I see you've become more broad shoulders. Been working out?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah! After my girl dumped me, I decided to buff up so that hopefully she would regre her choice. After all, all i ever did was love her too greatly. But I guess she just wasn't the one you know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I get it. Well, you have a whole lifetime to get Mrs. Right,"  I replied with a gleaming smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I do. Well, see you around?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, hopefully," &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after finally reaching school. It appears that there was gossip about a new student who arrived today. Wonder who...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just when she didn't know what was coming towards her. Something bumped into me. At least i thought it was something.   But when i looked up, I saw the cutest boy ever, he had baby blue eyes, his hair was put up perfectly, not too spiky, not too messy looking, and his abs were so obvious as it showed through his shirt somehow. Then he smiled a beautiful set of gleaming white teeth with cute dimples showing. And i melted.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, sorry bout that. I guess you were so beautiful that I was blinded and didn't see you there,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no! You did not just say that. The very moment he said that, his looks became meaningless. I stomped his foot and stormed away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried calling out to me apologising but i didn't look back. Not once. Well, to more pressing matters now. My studies! I had biology class next. It was disect an animal day. OH JOY! I know it seems cruel but for some reason I just have this natural curiosity about things. For example i wondered what would happen if i held my puppy upside down. It ended up peeing on my face. And trust me, the smell is very difficult to remove. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I was walking towards my seat. I noticed that the new student was assigned to sit next to me. Gosh, how utterly convenient I thought. *note the sarcasm*  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, he walked right in, almost gallantly like a mighty hero or a prince =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-1408378004578663365?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/1408378004578663365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/12/part-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/1408378004578663365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/1408378004578663365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/12/part-7.html' title='Part 7'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-1839472391894136715</id><published>2009-12-01T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T02:11:46.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An attempt on another poem</title><content type='html'>The fair night seems to be;&lt;br /&gt;ever so peaceful;&lt;br /&gt;untouched by mind or heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I would like to;&lt;br /&gt;take the first step;&lt;br /&gt;making my way to the top;&lt;br /&gt;touching this fair night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can i do it? &lt;br /&gt;It seems impossible.&lt;br /&gt;But i try with all my might&lt;br /&gt;without any fright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, i fall ever so deep.&lt;br /&gt;I've been pierced and left;&lt;br /&gt;with a thousand wounds,&lt;br /&gt;on this fragile frame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-1839472391894136715?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/1839472391894136715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/12/attempt-on-another-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/1839472391894136715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/1839472391894136715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/12/attempt-on-another-poem.html' title='An attempt on another poem'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-4783788141002292772</id><published>2009-11-23T22:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:17:32.512-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pon and Zi =]'/><title type='text'>Random post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/Swt6Y1QAeuI/AAAAAAAAAoM/6mhjz5IMTcM/s1600/z44875983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/Swt6Y1QAeuI/AAAAAAAAAoM/6mhjz5IMTcM/s320/z44875983.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407550344618080994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/Swt6Bbb_DqI/AAAAAAAAAoE/J2KNdHKFa7A/s1600/pon-and-zi-jeff-thomas12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/Swt6Bbb_DqI/AAAAAAAAAoE/J2KNdHKFa7A/s320/pon-and-zi-jeff-thomas12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407549942552006306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-4783788141002292772?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/4783788141002292772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/4783788141002292772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/4783788141002292772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-post.html' title='Random post!'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/Swt6Y1QAeuI/AAAAAAAAAoM/6mhjz5IMTcM/s72-c/z44875983.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-4639583373117041005</id><published>2009-11-23T22:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:05:43.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Senior Prom Night 09</title><content type='html'>PDS a.k.a. SMSS prom was awesome!!! *cough* Especially slow dance =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-4639583373117041005?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/4639583373117041005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/11/senior-prom-night-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/4639583373117041005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/4639583373117041005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/11/senior-prom-night-09.html' title='Senior Prom Night 09'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-7485464615219958917</id><published>2009-11-16T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T06:49:35.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 consecutive events</title><content type='html'>OK, first of all i malas type so i will just do summary  =p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13th November&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day of exam. Heck yeah!!! Went to nessa's to sleepover so i could go concert with her the next day =) &lt;br /&gt;Brian Lee and Samuel Koay were there. Awesome =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th November&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXPRESSIONS CONCERT!!! xD &lt;br /&gt;It was awesome!!! Walking around in the rain, bumper cars, music, etc. xp &lt;br /&gt;Nessa was awesome!!! Especially when she sang the evanescence song. HEEEEeeeeee~~ =p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15th November &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday had its unexpected moments like when i received two turtles ( michael angelo and michael angela ) from my classmates =.= ALL THE PERFORMERS!!! YOU GUYS ROCK!!! &lt;br /&gt;And i dearly hope my singing wasnt ear-piercing =p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th November&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Cassandra Lim!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-7485464615219958917?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/7485464615219958917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/11/3-consecutive-events.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/7485464615219958917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/7485464615219958917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/11/3-consecutive-events.html' title='4 consecutive events'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-2024280360836793314</id><published>2009-09-06T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T08:54:12.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ON HIATUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-2024280360836793314?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/2024280360836793314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/09/on-hiatus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/2024280360836793314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/2024280360836793314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/09/on-hiatus.html' title='ON HIATUS'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-9032208233931291596</id><published>2009-08-19T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T07:31:35.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>18/8/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played dodgeball during PE and got a haircut ( have a fringe now ) =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SowMpTa0hDI/AAAAAAAAAn8/j6nXtSSEOxM/s1600-h/Photo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 249px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SowMpTa0hDI/AAAAAAAAAn8/j6nXtSSEOxM/s320/Photo+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371682359273096242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-9032208233931291596?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/9032208233931291596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/9032208233931291596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/9032208233931291596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SowMpTa0hDI/AAAAAAAAAn8/j6nXtSSEOxM/s72-c/Photo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-837080286378535156</id><published>2009-08-15T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T08:28:31.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The different side of newgrounds.com</title><content type='html'>UNBELIEVABLE in the best way possible =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*unfortunately i can only give you guys the link but please do watch the videos* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/507092&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/400974&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-837080286378535156?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/837080286378535156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/08/different-side-of-newgroundscom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/837080286378535156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/837080286378535156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/08/different-side-of-newgroundscom.html' title='The different side of newgrounds.com'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-5244197612547438710</id><published>2009-08-09T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T09:22:51.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 6</title><content type='html'>We quickly shuffled to our feet, struggling to stand upright. He made sure not to drop me tho. I just tried to not do any movements that would lead us to be in a more awkward position. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both looked at each other for a few milliseconds perhaps. Our faces flushed with deep pink. Mine did at least. I only took a short glance at his face so i'm not 100% sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Errr....I think we should get going now. I'll send you home, " he said frantically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Ye..yea..It is getting kinda late and thanks, " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride home was silent. Nothing could break it. Even with the noises all around, that wasn't deafening. No. It was the silence that was the most deafening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forced a smile when I had to get out of the car. He smiled an awkward smile. Was there no end to this air of weirdness? I walked towards my door after waving goodbye. After entering, I peered out of my window and caught him laying his head on the wheel with his hands still attached on the wheel too. He seemed like he was groaning. Odd. I let out a hint of giggling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another crazy day in the life of Tanya. *sigh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to school again. As i guessed everyone watched my every move like i was some sort of alien, not in the right place. There were, as I expected, people approaching me to show their pity, sympathy and condolences. ' What!? ' Some of these people don't even like me.  ' Suck ups ' I thought grudgingly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passing by the halls, I felt like a ghost. Hearing everyone but not replying as I did not know how to. Finally, I passed by Catherine. ' Crap! ' i thought. She was talking to Blake. Flirting even. Blake even seemed flattered and falling for every little thing she said and did, as if he was wrapped around her dang finger. He gushed, she fiddled with his hair, and he liked it! Pfftt! Confession of love my foot! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grinned as I passed by. Catherine's eyes never once losing track of his face. Bronze tousled hair, lean body, a heart of gold ( or so i thought ),  star athlete when it came to football.  Well, I never saw him as more than a friend. My mind already had too much to bear with the C and A quarrel.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh! How sickening! Oh no! Now Ashley has turned up right infront of me. She seems to be smiling widely tho so I returned my smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hey, how are you? Where were you yesterday? " Ashley asked as if she were an interrogator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Why do you ask? It was nothing serious. Don't worry about it, " I said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You were out with Joshua weren't you?! He didn't come to school either! " she shouted out at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Why do you care? Do you have feelings for him? " I asked in a somewhat cold tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She blushed deep red. Uh oh! I hit a spot there. She was in love with him or so she thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I'm sorry. I didn't know. It wasn't my fault. He came to pick me up! " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her face was getting to a state of depression now. Another big mistake I just made. Why can't I just shut up? *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I can't believe you! " She screamed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then walked away, or should i say stomped away?  Why is my world suddenly going in so many wrong directions? Karma? What did I do exactly? I have no idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-5244197612547438710?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/5244197612547438710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/08/part-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/5244197612547438710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/5244197612547438710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/08/part-6.html' title='Part 6'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-6479081785922166368</id><published>2009-08-06T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T06:07:23.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story</title><content type='html'>OK...here's my qualifying paper 1, section A. Qeel asked me to put it on my blog. I know your views may vary but please do leave comments or criticisms if u will. Thank you =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho...here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " I had practised saying it a hundred times but when the moment came, I just couldn't open my mouth! " I cried out in my head. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; It has been ten years now, since the passing of Elizabeth Brady's husband, Tom. What Elizabeth didn't know was that it was all my fault for hitting him because I was driving too fast. I was in too much of a shock to look back. By the time I finally turned back, the ambulance had arrived with a grief-stricken woman right next to the lifeless body on the road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A normal person would comfort that woman right? Yet, all I did was drive away from the most haunting scene I had ever experienced. A fool is what I was that fateful day. I thought that maybe a trip out of the country would make me forget but it was too late. Like a drop of permanent ink on a piece of paper, I had already been tainted with guilt that would last a lifetime. No matter what I did, the scene of his death always tracked me down in my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; How do you tell someone you murdered their husband? I certainly didn't know, especially when you made her son unable to have a father in his childhood. Alfie was sixteen years old. After hitting puberty, he became more broad-shouldered and had short auburn hair which often covered his right temple. He was a good six feet tall. An astonishing height for his age. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Another year had passed today. I thought about going to Elizabeth's house again. Maybe today would be the day I could finally utter those two words to her. It was not much but it should hopefully mean alot. The thought ran wild in my head. I went over every possible answer in my notebook. Finally, I grew tired of always doing this to myself. I stood up, grabbed my coat and headed straight for Elizabeth's house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As my pace quickened towards the door, so did my heartbeat. Besides that, my head was throbbing and my palms were sweating. I took a deep breath before finally connecting my knuckle to the door. I felt a small part of the heavy weight on my shoulders being lifted. Then, I heard the turning of a slightly wobbly doornob. The door was opening! I tried to look up with a calm expression and a smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " I...I..I killed your husband! " I blurted out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She looked puzzled. It was strange. I expected anger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Ten years ago. I didn't mean to. I was so afraid of everything and everyone after that accident. I'm sorry, " I said while sobbing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She laughed. Then, a tall grey haired man came asking bout what was going on. She explained to him. The tall man suddenly came up to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Hi, I'm Tom Brady. Nice to meet you. My wife  used to tell me about you. She stopped after you wouldn't return any calls or messages, " said Tom with a sincere smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Wait...but...I saw you on the road and lifeless, " I stuttered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " What you saw my friend, was a dog that was already run over. You were high that day from too much alcohol so I asked my friend Jim to take you home, " Elizabeth explained. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Everything didn't make sense. Up until now, I always thought I took away someone's life. I tried playing back the image in my head. I remember certain things now. Things that were vague before. Because I was high that day, everything looked like it was passing by so fast and certain images changed shape. That must have been why I thought the dog was Tom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How silly of me to be so reckless by drinking over my limit. The Brady family and I looked back at this now as a hilarious part of our lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys enjoyed it. Comments and criticism allowed. Please feel free to say what you want ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-6479081785922166368?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/6479081785922166368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/08/story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/6479081785922166368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/6479081785922166368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/08/story.html' title='Story'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-3488088293933748397</id><published>2009-07-30T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T11:31:20.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 5</title><content type='html'>I opened the door cautiously. To my astonishment, it was Joshua. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hey, I heard the news. Don't go all emo all right? I'm sure he will be back. Healthy as a horse even! " he said in an unusually spunky way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Thanks but no need to say all that. I know the odds are quite varied. Alot of chance rolled into one person's life, " I said with a sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yea, I understand that well' he spoke under his breath but I still managed to hear it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'How so?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked somewhat solemn now. Maybe I shouldn't have inquired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm sorry for kinda barging in abruptly. I'll go now.' I tried stopping him by calling out to him but he left with a light door slam. It was admirable. I thought my door would have been knocked down by him considering his facial expression. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 11pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's time for me to get a call from the sandman. Despite everything that has happened today, I still found comfort in my bed. One usually wouldn't be able to sleep. However, I was miraculously able to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 7am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to not snooze my alarm clock. Got dressed after showering as usual, had a breakfast consisting of just plain toast and got ready for a dreaded day of school. I mean, I'm pretty sure I'll be greeted by words of pity and sympathy when I arrive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i got out. There was J again. What is his problem? I just don't understand him! Ugh! Boys! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hey, sorry bout blowing my top. There are just some things that I'd rather not discuss you know? " he said showing off a new hairdo this time. It was turned to a mohawk. Not the really huge one. But the perfect size. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" It's understandable. I would even understand if you wanted to strangle me, " I joked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He roared with laughter. With everything all right again, I hopped in. We passed several blocks of houses. He suddenly made a turn I didn't recognise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" HEY! Where are you going!? " I asked hastily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Relax..Just sit. We're almost there, " he said calmly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at what seemed to be a theme park. What the heck are we doing here? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You're probably wondering why I took you here. Well, let's just say, you need some cheering up before being mentally ready to return to school, " he said with his sickeningly sweet smile yet again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What about school!?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What about it? Missing one day isn't gonna get you kicked out. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sense fighting it or arguing. He was going to win anyway. We went for almost every ride, even the love tunnel. Finally the last part, the children's playground. The see saw! I loved it as a kid! We ran around alot. It was fun considering we were the only ones there since everyone was at school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh! I tripped! With quick reflexes, suddenly there was a strong arm right around my waist preventing me from nearly meeting with the ground. One of my arms just happened to be holding to his left shoulder. Our eyes met. That everlasting gaze happened. Again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-3488088293933748397?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/3488088293933748397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/07/part-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/3488088293933748397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/3488088293933748397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/07/part-5.html' title='Part 5'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-1180437125656275538</id><published>2009-07-30T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T10:53:49.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 4</title><content type='html'>The sun was setting now. But, i still hope for hope should never be lost. No, it can only be misplaced. Never lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake was comforting me now. Even the trees seem to be dancing. Ironic for this sad event? Maybe. A coast guard member approached me and asked me to go home and rest as he thought I have had a tiring day. DUH!! Well, he meant well so i thanked him for his kindness. I asked if i could stay a while longer. He said of course but It may take a while for the search. Possibly days, weeks, *shudder* years? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a light hold on my right shoulder. It was Blake yet again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I should take you home now unless you want to go somewhere else? Want a bite maybe?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Thanks but I'm good. Maybe I will just stay at home. At least I can still check the news from home,'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked slowly. Well, i did anyways. He was just holding back his speed so he wouldn't be walking in front of me. He drove me home and walked me to my doorstep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Thanks again Blake. You've been a great help," I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" It was nothing much really. It was just driving." he shrugged while saying so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No, it was more than that," I flashed him my signature winning smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Guess I'll go in now. See ya! ' I felt a tug on my shirt. 'Wait' What else could he want? His face from calm to serious. His eyebrows scrunched up. Lower lip curled downwards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" This isn't easy for me to say and I know the time is inappropriate but I want to say it before it's too late. I...I...I've always loved you! Be it what you think! Infatuation? No, because i belive what i feel for you is true. Ever since I laid eyes on you and got to know you better, " he blurted it all out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Wow...urmm..I don't know what to say. I'm sorry, " I replied, finding it hard to establish eye contact with him now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" It's okay. I guess you should still have your time to think, " with that, he walked away sulkingly to his car and drove off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I unlocked the door and went in my house. It felt empty without dad. Heck! The house even looked empty without him usually lazing on the couch. I felt something. No, it wasn't my hunger. It wasn't a stomach ache either. I felt, a tear trickling down my face. Out came more. I haven't cried like this since mom died. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I heard a knock. Who could it be? I found a dry towel hanging over the rocking chair by the cans for recycling. I've got a messy house. I know. I made sure to wipe away any sign of tears and finally opened the door to an unexpected victim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-1180437125656275538?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/1180437125656275538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/07/part-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/1180437125656275538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/1180437125656275538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/07/part-4.html' title='Part 4'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-3862867578754702669</id><published>2009-07-25T23:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T03:36:28.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long awaited part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;But first, previously in part 1 and 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Part 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every high school, there's a clique. Usually. You know those groups of completely different people? Well, i'm not in any of them because i don't want to be named "the villain" like in one of those old high school stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a teenager with a lot of morals. So i'm pretty much liked by everyone. Like everyone's best friend. I'm supposed to be the perfect friend too. Someone who's willing to be with that person through everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it has finally come to that time when i start to feel like a hypocrite. I always say to my best pal, Ashley that i will always love her, but now, when i think about it, a feeling of guilt seems to swim right inside me. The reason why is probably because i didn't mean what i said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge me if you will but personally, I don't give a crap. There's another problem. I know my life sounds screwed up but bear me if you will. I have another best friend, Catherine whose character is the total opposite of Ashley's. Oh yeah! There's another thing, they can't stand each others guts! That's why i'm caught in the middle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked Catherine's side over Ashley's but Ashley doesn't know that. Catherine also doesn't know that i still talk to Ashley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...you see my problem, don't you? Well, i hope you do because i really need help! In this case, i feel like the villain and i abhore it. I just wish things could go back to how it was back then. CAT would live again! Not CAT as in cat but as in Catherine, Ashley and Tanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Tanya is my name. I'm supposed to love it and all but my dad named me after one of his ex-lovers who was his first. That is so weird, right? If you say "That's so cool!" , then you seriously need a complete overhaul on your brain =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, first of all..my sanity is still intact.&lt;br /&gt;Miraculously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it was quite an eventful day today. Quite? Wait! Who am i kidding!? It was more like a trip to hell! No, scratch that again. I'm already living in it! It's called COLLEGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clayton College is a prestigious school for well-deserving, well-behaved and high-achieving students. God! That sentence just wants to make me hurl. In fact, my stomach is churning already! I mean seriously, prestigious!? well-behaved!? high-achieving!? I mean, Anne Kelly ( a juniour ) has slept with god-knows-how-many seniours and *cough* freshman. I could tell you more bout the others in the school but why shouldn't i give you the benefit of the doubt? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my usual seat in the cafeteria with my friends ( hello, hi friends ) . I didn't dare to sit with Catherine or Ashley in fear of an outbreak of another battle between the Huns and China like in Mulan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, I tried to get out of the cafeteria like a silhoutte, hoping A and C wouldn't notice; although for some eerie reason, i could feel the presence of their eyes looking through my soul. Creepy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to make it to class on time tho i was caught running in the halls. Luckily A is in another class. I sat next to J, Joshua. I had no choice. Teachers seat you up with your lab partners. He's this decent looking guy who has some issues that noone understands. I don't really bother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class, i tried to rush out again. J was ( surprisingly )at the door already..with a sickeningly sweet grin. I tried passing him but he blocked the entrance. He whispered asking me to meet him out back after school in a secluded spot. More like a request actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions ran through my mind like crazy. I even felt the urge to kill my thoughts. After school, i finally saw him, alone, under a tree, prefectly shaded by the shadows of the leaves in every angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering whether i should walk forward or go back, i stood there, like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Finally Part 3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Gulp* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried forcing myself to walk but i couldn't move from his breathtakingly built body. I knew he could sense how much effect he had on me. It was obvious on his cheeky grin. It felt like hours yet it was just seconds. Finally, i was able to move on whatever will power i had in me. The wind blew, making my long auburn hair wander across my face. I then met his piercing gaze. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Why did you call me out here for? " I asked, trying not to sound so shaken up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I would like to offer my services as I believe you have a problem, " he said calmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Ho..howww...how did you know? " I stuttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" It is quite obvious really. You have two people you used to hang out with all the time. Now, you are always trying to avoid sitting with them. Let alone make eye contact when they are both around, " he replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" But how can you help me and why do you even want to? " I asked boldly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Well...let's just say you seem very interesting, " He said while brushing his fringe away which allowed me to have a clear view of his whole face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me that i would be seeing more of him. With that, he left. Allowing me to ponder on our conversation. Questions yet again taking over my mind. What was the real reason why he wanted to help me? He never seemed to hang out with anyone. So why would he suddenly want to help me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Tanya! " a voice from behind me shouted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned around only to find Blake with cheeks flushed. He must have just finished track team training. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What is it Blake? " i asked with a rather puzzled expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" It's your about your dad. He was involved in an accident. Apparently he was hang gliding. There was a strong gust of wind which blew him way off course and he landed in the sea. A rescue team is off right now in search of him, " he said hardly stopping for air to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood there staring blankly, unsure of what to do or what to think. It was just too hard to swallow. There is a possibility that he is missing, injured or in the worst  case i can think of, dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake shook me several times. I finally managed to blink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Come on! The principal allowed you to leave school early to wait at  Salt Lake Beach. I've got free period so i'll take you there,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I followed him as best as i could, trying not to stumble on my own two feet. We got in his hummer. His was driving extremely fast. Although, not fast enough to worry me about having a car accident. When we arrived, i saw police cars, an ambulance ready and a crowd of people. Wonder how they found out. Radio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously tho, this is the weirdest and most confusing day ever. First Joshua and now this? God! What did i do! I was greeted by several familiar faces and even some strangers. They were all telling me how sorry they were. I don't understand. It is not confirmed that he is dead so why? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i can do now is wait. Wait for my dad's return to me. So i can see his smile again. The smile he passed down to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there i was, waiting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-3862867578754702669?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/3862867578754702669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/07/long-awaited-part-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/3862867578754702669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/3862867578754702669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/07/long-awaited-part-3.html' title='Long awaited part 3'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-4764138418590438324</id><published>2009-07-13T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T07:30:30.438-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tsk Tsk'/><title type='text'>Gossip Girl SAS</title><content type='html'>ok as you can see by the title of this post, some unknown person who probably has nothing better to do is trying to act like the famous american series Gossip Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean think about it whoever you are. Why are you doing this? Do you gain anything from it? Do you love ruining people's lives? Sure, sometimes people can be really mean but everyone makes mistakes. And, doing this doesn't make things any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are actually imitating everything from the american series of Gossip Girl except you sound more like you *itch bout people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the incredulous site - http://gossipgirlsas.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget! This is not AMERICA! It's BRUNEI! Websites like these should not exist especially when it's at the expence of people's dignity and your own school's name &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-4764138418590438324?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/4764138418590438324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/07/gossip-girl-sas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/4764138418590438324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/4764138418590438324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/07/gossip-girl-sas.html' title='Gossip Girl SAS'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-7084276797616547476</id><published>2009-07-03T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T11:01:06.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast from the past</title><content type='html'>An old post of mine about&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt; =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are always people who seem like the "Oh-so-great-friend" but sometimes its all just an act. Makes you want to chew them up and spit them out doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, real friends are people who stand up for you, are always there for you when you need them the most; not just thru the ups but the downs as well. They know how to listen and speak when needed. Use their words wisely. They can also tell when your not okay even when you say you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, they do not follow or lead but walk beside you. They know how to comfort you and make you feel special. It is of course in the rarest of friends who will look you in the eye and listen intently when you speak. They are the ones who truly care for your well-being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course its not all happy happy stuff like prancing around in a garden and all that jazz. Real friends will tell you something that may hurt you but only because they care. If they truly care. Especially if what they say is to help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell alot by a person's eyes. For the eyes cannot lie. You can always tell whether there is true sincerity. Some people do care. But, how much do they care? That is the question. Our head tells us what to do but our heart tells us what is right or wrong. So, people out there, pick your friends wisely and don't regret it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/Sk5FKdXs6AI/AAAAAAAAAno/bv6VmtODCQU/s1600-h/Real_Friends_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/Sk5FKdXs6AI/AAAAAAAAAno/bv6VmtODCQU/s320/Real_Friends_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354293052975147010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats basically my opinion. I don't know bout you guys. I don't care bout backstabbers, liars, hypocrites, superficial people, etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just not worth my time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Don't these guys look cute? xp &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/Sk5HOKNMogI/AAAAAAAAAnw/tt8EJ5k49BU/s1600-h/tri-angle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/Sk5HOKNMogI/AAAAAAAAAnw/tt8EJ5k49BU/s320/tri-angle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354295315573547522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo, &lt;br /&gt;JaNz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-7084276797616547476?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/7084276797616547476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/07/blast-from-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/7084276797616547476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/7084276797616547476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/07/blast-from-past.html' title='Blast from the past'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/Sk5FKdXs6AI/AAAAAAAAAno/bv6VmtODCQU/s72-c/Real_Friends_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-1026378584051048116</id><published>2009-07-02T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T18:03:10.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's Britain's Got Talent fever for me again. I know there's all the hype bout Susan Boyle but have you seen these guys!? I mean WOW!! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan Davis the street dancer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fyr0e_wt_PA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fyr0e_wt_PA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaheen Jafargholi the singer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ThObaKJPRlo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ThObaKJPRlo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flawless the dance group &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't embed the video here so you guys try checking them out on youtube =) Trust me, you'll love it ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diversity the winners!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea! There's this guy called&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Suleman Mirza &lt;/span&gt;who is apparently the WORLD's #1 TRIBUTE DANCER to MJ and also a talented singer xp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-1026378584051048116?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/1026378584051048116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-britains-got-talent-fever-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/1026378584051048116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/1026378584051048116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-britains-got-talent-fever-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-7115175681147180761</id><published>2009-07-02T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T06:34:19.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Special thanks to rui =)</title><content type='html'>Thanks for your good advice always. It's very sweet of you to always love to help people in need. And its also great to know that we understand each other in terms of friends =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved your post on your blog and i would like to share it here too ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rui's post &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It's like sometimes you just wish that your best friends would be there to ask you about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like how everybody does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in fact, they don't even ask about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why? You did so much for them before, because you liked them and cared for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that you wanted them to REPAY each and every goodness that you have done for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted them to at least care for you because if it's you, you'd care..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sometimes they start to wonder alone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are friends for? I need you to be here but you treat my problems as its like NOYB"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you need me, I've always been there for you and of course you're glad that i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then when all the bless is with you, you forget those who fought hard for what you have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing, don't ever forget how you got to where you are &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For who helped you to be where you are now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, you'll fall harder and there's no one there to catch your fall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Rui, i edited the language abit. Hope you don't mind =) But seriously, thanks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pps. My sisters are back in brunei !!! They surprised us xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/Sky2v6islnI/AAAAAAAAAng/yYnt4r1bQrM/s1600-h/sisters.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/_aMgqr7EbqsI/Sky2v6islnI/AAAAAAAAAng/yYnt4r1bQrM/s320/sisters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353854991321568882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ppps. Rest in peace Michael Jackson =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-7115175681147180761?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/7115175681147180761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/07/special-thanks-to-rui.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/7115175681147180761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/7115175681147180761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/07/special-thanks-to-rui.html' title='Special thanks to rui =)'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/Sky2v6islnI/AAAAAAAAAng/yYnt4r1bQrM/s72-c/sisters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-8655043815562493152</id><published>2009-06-22T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T08:21:39.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's day</title><content type='html'>I know this is a tad bit late.. but Happy Father's day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will forever remain in your nine children's hearts no matter what. You are and always will be the best daddy in the world. You took our hands when we felt scared. You led us away from all things wrong. You are the strongest person i have ever witnessed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember all the times you picked me up. How all of us loved to cuddle up to you just to give our daddy a hug. All the times we had in your car. The reason why we never parted with your car despite its age xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/Sj-haK47LkI/AAAAAAAAAgY/6DVtlpyymXE/s1600-h/happy_fathers_day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/Sj-haK47LkI/AAAAAAAAAgY/6DVtlpyymXE/s320/happy_fathers_day.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350172353311223362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know all these words can't possibly describe everything you are and it can't possibly return all the things you've done for us but &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I love you dad&lt;/span&gt; =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a great poem from the internet ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/Sj-gJSh-ODI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/K3ywwlJWImo/s1600-h/HappyFathersDayPoem.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/Sj-gJSh-ODI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/K3ywwlJWImo/s320/HappyFathersDayPoem.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350170963793033266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-8655043815562493152?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/8655043815562493152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/8655043815562493152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/8655043815562493152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s day'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/Sj-haK47LkI/AAAAAAAAAgY/6DVtlpyymXE/s72-c/happy_fathers_day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-2316138275130025064</id><published>2009-06-14T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T03:40:00.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of term 2</title><content type='html'>11/6/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During english period which was right before break, we had a class party. AWESOME! Food galore! My heaven. All the coke bottles were hard to choose from too. Eg. Lime coke, vanilla coke, normal coke. Then there were 7up, sprite, F&amp;N orange, ice cream soda,         dad's root beer (all time fav), etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The supposedly sad faces..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SjTC8jwPKGI/AAAAAAAAAfw/i7hnhQNLFMo/s1600-h/sad+faces%3F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SjTC8jwPKGI/AAAAAAAAAfw/i7hnhQNLFMo/s320/sad+faces%3F.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347113003241121890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! we also got our baker books! Yes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belle ordered "Girl's stuff" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one of the pages. LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SjTDS3IfPkI/AAAAAAAAAf4/t_SKn_ez5zQ/s1600-h/funny.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/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SjTDS3IfPkI/AAAAAAAAAf4/t_SKn_ez5zQ/s320/funny.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347113386400235074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My maimed twin  ( We had cooking incidents. Different ones but not at the same time mind you ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SjTEATTOrYI/AAAAAAAAAgA/XwuoJPmbsyI/s1600-h/unjured+ppl.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/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SjTEATTOrYI/AAAAAAAAAgA/XwuoJPmbsyI/s320/unjured+ppl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347114167055592834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12/6/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle celebrated her bday with china town people in MS. Xue yan's acting on pretending to commit suicide was hilarious! Do i hear an academy award? =p *ding ding* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SjTJy47IjfI/AAAAAAAAAgI/zRtgZ2xpSwg/s1600-h/michelle.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/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SjTJy47IjfI/AAAAAAAAAgI/zRtgZ2xpSwg/s320/michelle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347120533706673650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Happy Belated Birthday to MICHELLE LIM SIOW MANN xp &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13/6/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa!! I'm extremely sorry i couldn't make it to your concert. I know you must have sang awesomely! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i could drive on my own, i would have gone there to support you and skipped my tuition xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know and believe you did great tho so throw your worries! ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;Your bestie. &lt;br /&gt;~JaNz~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-2316138275130025064?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/2316138275130025064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/06/end-of-term-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/2316138275130025064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/2316138275130025064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/06/end-of-term-2.html' title='End of term 2'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SjTC8jwPKGI/AAAAAAAAAfw/i7hnhQNLFMo/s72-c/sad+faces%3F.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-1465446278043786791</id><published>2009-06-09T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T07:19:55.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slowly healing</title><content type='html'>!@#$%^&amp;*!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASEEEE!!!!! I'm begging you! HEAL FAST!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least i'm wearing a bandage now. Thank god i can still write =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/Si5vXmeRXxI/AAAAAAAAAfo/ZqEE4qfIiHs/s1600-h/Photo+1.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/_aMgqr7EbqsI/Si5vXmeRXxI/AAAAAAAAAfo/ZqEE4qfIiHs/s320/Photo+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345332258990546706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no way i'm gonna miss softball tournament just cause of a slightly burnt hand T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be healed by then..i hope...I truly hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo, &lt;br /&gt;~DJ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-1465446278043786791?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/1465446278043786791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/06/slowly-healing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/1465446278043786791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/1465446278043786791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/06/slowly-healing.html' title='Slowly healing'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/Si5vXmeRXxI/AAAAAAAAAfo/ZqEE4qfIiHs/s72-c/Photo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-3499376703090284224</id><published>2009-06-06T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T07:40:31.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A painful day ( Literally )</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;EARLY WARNING: The pictures shown in this post is not for the squeamish&lt;/span&gt; ( Is it the right spelling? ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, before i lead you guys to the main topic. I will be going random so that the picture can't be seen yet until you scroll down. Did you know that Jason Mraz is gay? Yes people! It is true according to the most reliable source i know. Well...not most but reliable. My friend told me =p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala~~ SOFTBALL!!!! IT's coming CLOSER and CLOSER! XD &lt;br /&gt;JERSEY NUMBAH 7!!! YEA MAN!!!! ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK..ending randomness now =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i came home from school today, i decided to lie on the couch like the couch potato that i am. Then, i remembered that the fridge had some meat which i thought i would try to fry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off well..I managed to chop the garlic and stuff without any injuries =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then  i fried the food with cooking oil naturally. After cooking.... That's when things got BAD! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was carrying the frying pan when i accidentally spilled a bit of hot oil on my right hand. And that was the hand carrying the frying pan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rested after getting that oh so agonizingly painful burn.  Then i left for tuition. Ervin picked me up so he had a look at it. Who knew he couldn't stand these kind of sights? =p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda funny to see him disgusted. haha..Well, luckily my restaurant has medication for burns but they said i should have put it on right after getting burnt but then, I didn't have that specific medication so...this is how my hand turned out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/Sip4Un9eH6I/AAAAAAAAAfY/kSel_HmhZVg/s1600-h/Photo+1.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/_aMgqr7EbqsI/Sip4Un9eH6I/AAAAAAAAAfY/kSel_HmhZVg/s320/Photo+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344216203548041122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/Sip_dZxefbI/AAAAAAAAAfg/z8mj9IkVCfw/s1600-h/Photo+1.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/_aMgqr7EbqsI/Sip_dZxefbI/AAAAAAAAAfg/z8mj9IkVCfw/s320/Photo+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344224050939854258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to apologise now as i know i have probably disgusted you guys or made you want to puke =p   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the bulge will go down in a week or less time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata, &lt;br /&gt;~DJ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-3499376703090284224?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/3499376703090284224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/06/painful-day-literally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/3499376703090284224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/3499376703090284224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/06/painful-day-literally.html' title='A painful day ( Literally )'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/Sip4Un9eH6I/AAAAAAAAAfY/kSel_HmhZVg/s72-c/Photo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-5123078416185880910</id><published>2009-05-30T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T09:04:55.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A discovery</title><content type='html'>Out of boredom, I went on youtube to check out songs. I stumbled upon this guy who writes his own songs. I think he's cool =)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Have a listen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tcyOPK05p5o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tcyOPK05p5o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yQxaLEzpbF0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yQxaLEzpbF0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...this isn't his song but still good rite? xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hikAoRCHIkI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hikAoRCHIkI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..thats all guys ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo, &lt;br /&gt;DJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-5123078416185880910?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/5123078416185880910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/05/discovery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/5123078416185880910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/5123078416185880910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/05/discovery.html' title='A discovery'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-4599885011324344070</id><published>2009-05-22T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T23:58:13.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol 2009</title><content type='html'>Yea man! Kris Allen! Congrats! *applause* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris Allen is the new American Idol * Imitates Ryan Seacrest's voice * =p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SheZm4R7hMI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/4CqIAeCFwM4/s1600-h/kris-allen3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SheZm4R7hMI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/4CqIAeCFwM4/s320/kris-allen3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338904776492680386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are videos of what he sang on Idol. Not all but yea... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ibQgE4fknfc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ibQgE4fknfc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ttmWTH4lDQU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ttmWTH4lDQU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Announcing the results ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7NGuxD5Cj6k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7NGuxD5Cj6k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, Both finalists are winners in their own way =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-4599885011324344070?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/4599885011324344070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/05/american-idol-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/4599885011324344070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/4599885011324344070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/05/american-idol-2009.html' title='American Idol 2009'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SheZm4R7hMI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/4CqIAeCFwM4/s72-c/kris-allen3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-5338577899947212021</id><published>2009-05-02T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T09:15:44.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalala</title><content type='html'>Hmmm...ever wonder how i looked like when i was a baby or toddler? No, of course not. I'm not that interesting now am i? Hahaha xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of me and my baby brother, Jasper back in the days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/Sfxwu9qr0kI/AAAAAAAAAdw/llccgmFaduc/s1600-h/me++and+ern.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/Sfxwu9qr0kI/AAAAAAAAAdw/llccgmFaduc/s320/me++and+ern.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331260011029713474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do i look like a poser? =p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea! Softball Tournament coming up peepz! Softball people gear up and practice hard! I bet the 5E softballers read this xp &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's June 14th and 15th =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving life,&lt;br /&gt;JaNz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-5338577899947212021?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/5338577899947212021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/05/lalala.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/5338577899947212021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/5338577899947212021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/05/lalala.html' title='Lalala'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/Sfxwu9qr0kI/AAAAAAAAAdw/llccgmFaduc/s72-c/me++and+ern.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-8196061191273275429</id><published>2009-04-26T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T09:22:16.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good week</title><content type='html'>Weeee~!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only bad day was sport day la...because i actually puked *blegh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24/4/09 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maurice's birthday party *details not included* =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SfRU7dkXUmI/AAAAAAAAAdA/t9jiyvvHcV8/s1600-h/snow+house+1.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/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SfRU7dkXUmI/AAAAAAAAAdA/t9jiyvvHcV8/s320/snow+house+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328977639612306018"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Justina, Chynna, Connie,  Natalie  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I was thinking of whether to smile showing teeth or not, last minute i baru "dont care la" * xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SfRWPnCyN7I/AAAAAAAAAdI/DtBZwPAD4ck/s1600-h/snow+house+2.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/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SfRWPnCyN7I/AAAAAAAAAdI/DtBZwPAD4ck/s320/snow+house+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328979085264828338"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group photo of everyone there =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Hmmm...Note Chy and Maurice's hands xp *  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More =p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/ShbC6otjo1I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/ufHlrlFbbV4/s1600-h/DSC03547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/ShbC6otjo1I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/ufHlrlFbbV4/s320/DSC03547.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338668720911000402"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B'day boy and ******* =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/ShbFGH_aZWI/AAAAAAAAAeY/MwH_Fmlz4Uc/s1600-h/DSC03576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/ShbFGH_aZWI/AAAAAAAAAeY/MwH_Fmlz4Uc/s320/DSC03576.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338671117309207906"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING! : Gay activity displayed. Look at own RISK! HAHAHHAHA xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/ShbGcQmyW8I/AAAAAAAAAeg/3FoAWbtHaZU/s1600-h/SNW+0047.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/_aMgqr7EbqsI/ShbGcQmyW8I/AAAAAAAAAeg/3FoAWbtHaZU/s320/SNW+0047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338672597090589634"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem* Get a room you two ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/ShbHPK0wh5I/AAAAAAAAAeo/6eKIumTNcLU/s1600-h/SNW+HSE+0010.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/_aMgqr7EbqsI/ShbHPK0wh5I/AAAAAAAAAeo/6eKIumTNcLU/s320/SNW+HSE+0010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338673471711905682"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two guys trying to be tough at the side ( especially him ) =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/ShbLeDQ7KCI/AAAAAAAAAew/sJOgGqLkHOA/s1600-h/DSC03564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/ShbLeDQ7KCI/AAAAAAAAAew/sJOgGqLkHOA/s320/DSC03564.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338678125427107874"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww...cute. Ain't it?  *no wrong ideas please* =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26/4/09 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroline's bday party at muara beach! One word to sum it all up : FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was glad that i was able to have met people i haven't met in a VERY LONG time x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/Sfbx6oLBaGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/x2F1hAMT4WI/s1600-h/sunset.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/_aMgqr7EbqsI/Sfbx6oLBaGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/x2F1hAMT4WI/s320/sunset.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329713198557915234"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking along the beach with Shasha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/Sfb1cyInNxI/AAAAAAAAAdY/KKJ5MDRO1nA/s1600-h/sha+and+me.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/_aMgqr7EbqsI/Sfb1cyInNxI/AAAAAAAAAdY/KKJ5MDRO1nA/s320/sha+and+me.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329717083882600210"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jump! I jumped higher. YAY! xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/Sfb3Z5CjsdI/AAAAAAAAAdg/qTmvo9SiLqA/s1600-h/group+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/Sfb3Z5CjsdI/AAAAAAAAAdg/qTmvo9SiLqA/s320/group+photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329719233219899858"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group Photo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/Sfb3mzjq6KI/AAAAAAAAAdo/0NYEz1Auxw0/s1600-h/jump+pose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/Sfb3mzjq6KI/AAAAAAAAAdo/0NYEz1Auxw0/s320/jump+pose.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329719455086471330"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, ready, set, jump! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many pictures from both events but i am just too lazy at spending too much time on just uploading photos xp&lt;br /&gt;Bye then! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO, &lt;br /&gt;JaNz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-8196061191273275429?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/8196061191273275429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/8196061191273275429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/8196061191273275429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-week.html' title='Good week'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SfRU7dkXUmI/AAAAAAAAAdA/t9jiyvvHcV8/s72-c/snow+house+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-5506752028608601465</id><published>2009-04-10T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T07:52:03.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Horoscopes</title><content type='html'>This is a match horoscope i tried out, between&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; cancer&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; scorpio&lt;/span&gt; ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two emotionally intense signs combine well.&lt;br /&gt;Each partner's strengths balance the other's weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;They feel a strong sexual attraction and have a great deal in common.&lt;br /&gt;The relationship has great potential to keep going strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...yay! xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE these pictures =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/Sd9j1-S6lcI/AAAAAAAAAcg/oMO_dmOuM3w/s1600-h/Couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/Sd9j1-S6lcI/AAAAAAAAAcg/oMO_dmOuM3w/s320/Couple.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323083063481767362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/Sd9kYMYFdII/AAAAAAAAAco/9-atZmin2bQ/s1600-h/sora+and+kairi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/Sd9kYMYFdII/AAAAAAAAAco/9-atZmin2bQ/s320/sora+and+kairi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323083651377099906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SedEqnV79kI/AAAAAAAAAcw/xoHt6hZR_HY/s1600-h/322330113_cd95a510a6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SedEqnV79kI/AAAAAAAAAcw/xoHt6hZR_HY/s320/322330113_cd95a510a6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325300583295088194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SedFDfhGLOI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Bd0MJCgXycI/s1600-h/love+book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SedFDfhGLOI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Bd0MJCgXycI/s320/love+book.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325301010691140834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving life~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est La vie~ =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-5506752028608601465?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/5506752028608601465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/04/horoscopes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/5506752028608601465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/5506752028608601465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/04/horoscopes.html' title='Horoscopes'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/Sd9j1-S6lcI/AAAAAAAAAcg/oMO_dmOuM3w/s72-c/Couple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-2579870407567205473</id><published>2009-04-10T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T06:58:14.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love story</title><content type='html'>I think i will forever love this song by Taylor Swift xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful lyrics and its *** song ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/Sd9Kryk1mQI/AAAAAAAAAcY/cW0rKDXQs2E/s1600-h/lovestorycopycopy.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/_aMgqr7EbqsI/Sd9Kryk1mQI/AAAAAAAAAcY/cW0rKDXQs2E/s320/lovestorycopycopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323055400746326274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool pic ain't it? x) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the song has been out for awhile but i dont care...i will love it forever ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Love story by Taylor Swift &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;We were both young when I first saw you&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And the flashback starts&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing there&lt;br /&gt;On a balcony in summer air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the lights&lt;br /&gt;See the party, the ball gowns&lt;br /&gt;I see you make your way through the crowd&lt;br /&gt;And say hello, little did I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you were Romeo, you were throwing pebbles&lt;br /&gt;And my daddy said stay away from Juliet&lt;br /&gt;And I was crying on the staircase&lt;br /&gt;Begging you please don't go, and I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting all there's left to do is run&lt;br /&gt;You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess&lt;br /&gt;It's a love story baby just say yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sneak out to the garden to see you&lt;br /&gt;We keep quiet 'cause we're dead if they knew&lt;br /&gt;So close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Escape this town for a little while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you were Romeo, I was a scarlet letter&lt;br /&gt;And my daddy said stay away from Juliet&lt;br /&gt;But you were everything to me&lt;br /&gt;I was begging you please don't go and I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting all there's left to do is run&lt;br /&gt;You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess&lt;br /&gt;It's a love story baby just say yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo save me, they try to tell me how to feel&lt;br /&gt;This love is difficult, but it's real&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess&lt;br /&gt;It's a love story baby just say yes&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got tired of waiting&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if you were ever coming around&lt;br /&gt;My faith in you is fading&lt;br /&gt;When I met you on the outskirts of town, and I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo save me I've been feeling so alone&lt;br /&gt;I keep waiting for you but you never come&lt;br /&gt;Is this in my head? I don't know what to think&lt;br /&gt;He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And said, marry me Juliet&lt;br /&gt;You'll never have to be alone&lt;br /&gt;I love you and that's all I really know&lt;br /&gt;I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress&lt;br /&gt;It's a love story baby just say yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we were both young when I first saw you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the amazing video which reminds me of Pride and Prejudice (P&amp;P) xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/51Lv9vs6xwo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/51Lv9vs6xwo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" 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/25113180583108339-2579870407567205473?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/2579870407567205473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/2579870407567205473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/2579870407567205473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-story.html' title='Love story'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/Sd9Kryk1mQI/AAAAAAAAAcY/cW0rKDXQs2E/s72-c/lovestorycopycopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-6346132816742253689</id><published>2009-04-08T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T07:39:44.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem time</title><content type='html'>I found this in devianart. Surprised considering it's supposed to be a place for art. Well, i guess poems are an art too xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poem 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel your hands in my hair.&lt;br /&gt;I feel your breath on my neck.&lt;br /&gt;I feel your body pressed so close to mine.&lt;br /&gt;I feel your lips on my throat.&lt;br /&gt;I feel your hands move to my back and your lips work their way up to mine.&lt;br /&gt;I feel you and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear you say you love me.&lt;br /&gt;I hear you whisper my name.&lt;br /&gt;I hear you tell me I'm the only one for you.&lt;br /&gt;I hear your breath in my ear.&lt;br /&gt;I hear your soft snores as I fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;I hear you and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you as I run into your arms.&lt;br /&gt;I see your face break through my world of darkness.&lt;br /&gt;I see you fight away my fears.&lt;br /&gt;I see you wipe away my tears.&lt;br /&gt;I see you're in love with me.&lt;br /&gt;I see you and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I taste your lips.&lt;br /&gt;I taste your tongue.&lt;br /&gt;I taste your throat as I kiss it.&lt;br /&gt;I taste your love.&lt;br /&gt;I taste your passion.&lt;br /&gt;I taste you and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smell your colone as I hold you.&lt;br /&gt;I smell your shampoo as I hug you.&lt;br /&gt;I smell your toothpaste as I kiss you.&lt;br /&gt;I smell your excitement as you cuddle me.&lt;br /&gt;I smell the smell I've been waiting so long to smell.&lt;br /&gt;I smell you and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel you.&lt;br /&gt;I hear you.&lt;br /&gt;I see you.&lt;br /&gt;I taste you.&lt;br /&gt;I smell you.&lt;br /&gt;I do all these things and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally with you.&lt;br /&gt;You're finally here.&lt;br /&gt;I love it.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poem 2 ( my own written long time ago ) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Truly what would be life without them, &lt;br /&gt;Without someone to share my moments with.&lt;br /&gt;How scary it would be, &lt;br /&gt;Without someone to hold my hand through times of fright.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing i would be lost,&lt;br /&gt;Without them keeping me from straying afar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-6346132816742253689?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/6346132816742253689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/04/poem-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/6346132816742253689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/6346132816742253689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/04/poem-time.html' title='Poem time'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-7411430742621169824</id><published>2009-04-07T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T08:14:00.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of boredom</title><content type='html'>went blog visiting and i stumbled upon caroline's interesting post. An american idol contestant that i had never heard of. I decided to google the name considering; judging by caroline's words she has an amazing voice. So, this is what i came across on youtube =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't christian but hey, it's a really good song ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voice of the savior by Mandisa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x2IB1InD0rY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x2IB1InD0rY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My deliverer by Mandisa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0xYvBTd58xw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0xYvBTd58xw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys liked em' . I sure did ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo, &lt;br /&gt;JaNz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-7411430742621169824?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/7411430742621169824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/04/out-of-boredom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/7411430742621169824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/7411430742621169824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/04/out-of-boredom.html' title='Out of boredom'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-326776152636402831</id><published>2009-04-02T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T09:54:02.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol</title><content type='html'>Adam Lambert - really good voice ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SdTmAF9NStI/AAAAAAAAAb4/bqzgkHmbSK0/s1600-h/Adam-Lambert4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SdTmAF9NStI/AAAAAAAAAb4/bqzgkHmbSK0/s320/Adam-Lambert4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320129949104687826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Adam Lambert without the eye-liner and all *gasp* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SdTmk_YCh_I/AAAAAAAAAcA/G5O-eCr3AcE/s1600-h/adam-lambert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SdTmk_YCh_I/AAAAAAAAAcA/G5O-eCr3AcE/s320/adam-lambert.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320130582993340402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks better now doesn't he? =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris Allen &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SdToZpkmdjI/AAAAAAAAAcI/_pAP4JC991I/s1600-h/kris_allen300.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/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SdToZpkmdjI/AAAAAAAAAcI/_pAP4JC991I/s320/kris_allen300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320132587185141298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allison Iraheta &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SdTpqJzOTTI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/FP07JQBO2QE/s1600-h/allison_iraheta300.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/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SdTpqJzOTTI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/FP07JQBO2QE/s320/allison_iraheta300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320133970225941810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vote for these 3 to be the top x) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo, &lt;br /&gt;JaNz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-326776152636402831?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/326776152636402831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/04/american-idol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/326776152636402831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/326776152636402831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/04/american-idol.html' title='American Idol'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SdTmAF9NStI/AAAAAAAAAb4/bqzgkHmbSK0/s72-c/Adam-Lambert4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-7063167370855053219</id><published>2009-03-31T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T07:23:52.603-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagged by Merciana'/><title type='text'>A survey</title><content type='html'>FOUR NAMES THAT FRIENDS CALL YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. Janice&lt;br /&gt;2. Jan&lt;br /&gt;3. Turtle~&lt;br /&gt;4. O' wise one &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR MOST IMPORTANT DATES IN YOUR LIFE:&lt;br /&gt;1. 10th July of every year.&lt;br /&gt;2. 15th  November of every year.&lt;br /&gt;3. 27th March 2009.&lt;br /&gt;4. 29th March 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR THINGS YOU'VE DONE IN THE LAST 30 MINUTES:&lt;br /&gt;1. chat.&lt;br /&gt;2. slept.&lt;br /&gt;3. blogged.&lt;br /&gt;4. messaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR WAYS TO BE HAPPY:&lt;br /&gt;1. my best friends&lt;br /&gt;2. D.&lt;br /&gt;3. FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;4. Close friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR PEOPLE YOU MISS FROM YOUR PAST:&lt;br /&gt;1. Old friends &lt;br /&gt;2. My old pacifier :D&lt;br /&gt;3. My dad&lt;br /&gt;4. Grandparents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR GIFTS YOU WOULD LIKE TO RECEIVE:&lt;br /&gt;1. Digital Camera&lt;br /&gt;2. Laptop&lt;br /&gt;3. FOOD!&lt;br /&gt;4. SPORT SHOES! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES (CURRENTLY):&lt;br /&gt;1. Being lame xP&lt;br /&gt;2. Basketball&lt;br /&gt;3. Softball&lt;br /&gt;4. Sleep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR PLACES YOU WANT TO GO FOR VACATION:&lt;br /&gt;1. Rome&lt;br /&gt;2. England&lt;br /&gt;3. Barcelona&lt;br /&gt;4. Everywhere =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR FAVORITE DRINKS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Watermelon Juice &lt;br /&gt;2. Soft drinks ( not too much la )&lt;br /&gt;3. Gatorade when i'm gona do sports&lt;br /&gt;4. Dont know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR THINGS ALWAYS FOUND IN YOUR BAG:&lt;br /&gt;1. My sony erricson phone&lt;br /&gt;2. Wallet&lt;br /&gt;3. Ipod&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you really wana know? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR FAVORITE COLORS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Blue.&lt;br /&gt;2. White.&lt;br /&gt;3. black.&lt;br /&gt;4. violet? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP FOUR HANGOUTS:&lt;br /&gt;1. The Mall &lt;br /&gt;2. Gadong&lt;br /&gt;3. Kiulap&lt;br /&gt;4. A swimming pool area *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP FOUR U LOVE SO MUCH:&lt;br /&gt;1. Best friends.&lt;br /&gt;2. Close friends&lt;br /&gt;3. D. &lt;br /&gt;4. All my friends &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP FOUR "THINGS" SPECIAL TO YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. My mobile phone&lt;br /&gt;2. My Ipod&lt;br /&gt;3. Story books&lt;br /&gt;4. My letters from friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP FOUR WHO YOU THINK WILL ANSWER THIS SURVEY:&lt;br /&gt;1. Merciana&lt;br /&gt;2. Qeelah&lt;br /&gt;3. Caroline&lt;br /&gt;4. Sherly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP FOUR REASONS WHY YOU ANSWERED THIS SURVEY:&lt;br /&gt;1. Nothing else better to do =p&lt;br /&gt;2. Wanted a new post.&lt;br /&gt;3. Was tagged &lt;br /&gt;4. Just for the fun of it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-7063167370855053219?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/7063167370855053219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/03/survey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/7063167370855053219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/7063167370855053219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/03/survey.html' title='A survey'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-7319007420855106398</id><published>2009-03-28T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T06:38:49.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving life, loving him</title><content type='html'>27th March 2009 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A date that will forever be embeded in my mind and heart. The most romantic date i have ever gone to =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm jus loving life now =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo, &lt;br /&gt;JaNz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-7319007420855106398?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/7319007420855106398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/03/loving-life-loving-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/7319007420855106398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/7319007420855106398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/03/loving-life-loving-him.html' title='Loving life, loving him'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-2574388420405227832</id><published>2009-03-13T08:52:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T06:20:44.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Bro</title><content type='html'>Today, friday the 13th is my bro , Jason's birthday! It was celebrated at Sheraton Hotel with just the family =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps.I got a haircut today ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SbqB4uutbBI/AAAAAAAAAbY/LIViW3CVzJY/s1600-h/Photo+1+23-48-50.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/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SbqB4uutbBI/AAAAAAAAAbY/LIViW3CVzJY/s320/Photo+1+23-48-50.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312701522053524498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side view &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SbuvATm2YCI/AAAAAAAAAbg/4Q7X_t1Z__k/s1600-h/Photo+1.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/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SbuvATm2YCI/AAAAAAAAAbg/4Q7X_t1Z__k/s320/Photo+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313032605211713570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo, &lt;br /&gt;JaNz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-2574388420405227832?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/2574388420405227832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-bro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/2574388420405227832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/2574388420405227832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-bro.html' title='Happy Birthday Bro'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SbqB4uutbBI/AAAAAAAAAbY/LIViW3CVzJY/s72-c/Photo+1+23-48-50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-1776053293366891496</id><published>2009-03-11T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T06:25:22.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach outing</title><content type='html'>1/3/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..ok..i know this post is so overdue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons why: &lt;br /&gt;1. Busy&lt;br /&gt;2. Lazy&lt;br /&gt;3. More laziness xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm actually still lazy so i'll keep the post short. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Berakas Beach. Because Justina asked Ervin to invite me =.= I know, sounds odd, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, upon my arrival, Justina greeted me and said "Eh! Hurry up eh! Everyone is waiting for you!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking "Oh great~ what did she say now -.- " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro, Jerome went straight to cooking. His fav past time =p &lt;br /&gt;I met new people with odd names which was hard to remember at first.  But i managed to remember the girls names and about 3 guys names?? Hahaha....xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PDS teacher there was cool too. I was surprised that he knew his students so well. And, he was fun =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we mostly threw sandballs at each other. I was the most likely target for my bros and vin =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys were actually crazy enough to play rugby in the blazing heat. Some guys just loved to wash themselves with the sea. HAhahaha xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We of course took quite alot of group pictures and some solo pics *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed one guy, ***** tried sitting next to me then he had to move cuz the girls wanted a "girl's photo" HAha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that i caught him throwing glances at me. Felt odd. Guess i'm just not used to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 4 30+pm, we went home. Chynna followed my car. While walking, we saw Ervin's sis. Me and Chy were like "Dang! She's so tall!" No wonder Ervin's that tall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after dropping off Chy, we went home to shower and nap. Zzzzzz =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH RITE! One pic from the outing! Not too flattering hair tho xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SbuwKaHJ2BI/AAAAAAAAAbo/3KnGnskV7hY/s1600-h/beach+outing.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/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SbuwKaHJ2BI/AAAAAAAAAbo/3KnGnskV7hY/s320/beach+outing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313033878268139538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it i guess, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo, &lt;br /&gt;JaNz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-1776053293366891496?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/1776053293366891496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/03/beach-outing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/1776053293366891496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/1776053293366891496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/03/beach-outing.html' title='Beach outing'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SbuwKaHJ2BI/AAAAAAAAAbo/3KnGnskV7hY/s72-c/beach+outing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-7477692625625689192</id><published>2009-02-28T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T06:11:21.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Vanessa! You're 16! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful person inside and out. I've known you since form 3. Sounds short but it feels like a lifetime ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of what i would say to you is already in the birthday card i gave you and that's between us *wink* Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love from your best friend, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janice &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-7477692625625689192?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/7477692625625689192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/7477692625625689192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/7477692625625689192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-3893853020926337269</id><published>2009-02-27T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T06:58:21.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>Ok, as i promised, i would post pictures from Vanessa's sweet 16 ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/Safn0l_C_xI/AAAAAAAAAag/q0adHreWrq4/s1600-h/VAn%27s+party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/Safn0l_C_xI/AAAAAAAAAag/q0adHreWrq4/s320/VAn%27s+party.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307465576615182098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the singing performances. B'day girl is the one with the pink dress xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SafodgVaNWI/AAAAAAAAAao/-eHSQpsGKJ8/s1600-h/performing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SafodgVaNWI/AAAAAAAAAao/-eHSQpsGKJ8/s320/performing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307466279473001826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing Haw's Jabbawockeez performance. It was AWESOME! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SafpGOO2dsI/AAAAAAAAAaw/IHeN53fq6Vo/s1600-h/sing+haw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SafpGOO2dsI/AAAAAAAAAaw/IHeN53fq6Vo/s320/sing+haw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307466978988291778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Kevin and Ervin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SafpiZh3ttI/AAAAAAAAAa4/T7h-E2_eeiI/s1600-h/me,+kev+and+vin.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/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SafpiZh3ttI/AAAAAAAAAa4/T7h-E2_eeiI/s320/me,+kev+and+vin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307467463057192658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Ervin and Justina with our masks on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SafsIjClTGI/AAAAAAAAAbI/mftTVG8dupo/s1600-h/MAsks.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/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SafsIjClTGI/AAAAAAAAAbI/mftTVG8dupo/s320/MAsks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307470317468601442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Vin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/Sbu35Y8-EhI/AAAAAAAAAbw/JKmiCMqppfY/s1600-h/me+and+vin.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/_aMgqr7EbqsI/Sbu35Y8-EhI/AAAAAAAAAbw/JKmiCMqppfY/s320/me+and+vin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313042381992235538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to apologise in advance for not having pool pics. Save your eyes from burning. Hehe ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Sorry so few pics. I'm just lazy to post so many xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo, &lt;br /&gt;JaNz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-3893853020926337269?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/3893853020926337269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/02/pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/3893853020926337269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/3893853020926337269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/02/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/Safn0l_C_xI/AAAAAAAAAag/q0adHreWrq4/s72-c/VAn%27s+party.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-1610277603533271487</id><published>2009-02-23T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T05:27:26.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Greetings</title><content type='html'>Happy Advanced 16th Birthday to Vanessa,bestie! Nice dresses! RAWR! HAHah&lt;br /&gt;Thnx for the awesome party! THe performances rocked and yes your singing is incredibly awesome too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met awesome people there. People i don't meet often. Like Rabi, Jaymee ( first time, cool person btw ), Justina, Merc, Edward ( Van's uncle ), Kevin Siaw, Sii Ya, Jenn Tang, etc...Many people lah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was beyond words itself. My fav was Sing Haw's dance. Like Jabbawockeez performance! There were several games too. Finally! Boogie on the dance floor! God! I was so high! HAHhahaha..XD&lt;br /&gt;Just dance like nobody's business! Yea! Mostly dance with Cass, van and others. Later, nat and me dragged Ervin to dance. Then, She pushed me to him! Grrr! So sad, i cant hurt her T.T Am i too nice for my own good? *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, got slow dance. To the cute couple ( you guys know who you are *wink* ): *Ahem* HAHhaa...xD And to the others : Wahh...so loving orh Xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming at night was fun. The boys so high, go do flips and other guy stuff 0.0 Few people didnt sleep again. I slept at 3 30am+ then wake up at 5 30am+. AHahha....so hyper..cannot go back sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then morning, swim again. What fun with random people. Lets see, got Rabi, cassandra, Jaymee, Merc, Van and me i guess. Finally i had to go, of course pictures were taken before leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Thnx for being so nice and always accompany me Rabi =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, off to qeel's bday! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Belated 15th Birthday Qeelah! Awesome time at the Mall! Pink Pnther 2 was funny! Somehow it felt short. Then, go shopping for Caroline's shoes. Lastly, go get Snow Ice. Yum! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to show pics when i get them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo, &lt;br /&gt;JaNz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-1610277603533271487?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/1610277603533271487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/02/birthday-greetings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/1610277603533271487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/1610277603533271487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/02/birthday-greetings.html' title='Birthday Greetings'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-2443293306084840260</id><published>2009-02-18T04:11:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T04:18:03.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short poems</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're alone, &lt;br /&gt;I'll be your shadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to cry,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want a hug, &lt;br /&gt;I'll be your pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need to be happy, &lt;br /&gt;I'll be your smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anytime you need a friend,&lt;br /&gt;I'll just be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;By your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not walk behind me,&lt;br /&gt;For i may not lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not walk in front of me, &lt;br /&gt;For i may not follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But-&lt;br /&gt;Walk beside me,&lt;br /&gt;and be my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-2443293306084840260?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/2443293306084840260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/02/short-poems.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/2443293306084840260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/2443293306084840260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/02/short-poems.html' title='Short poems'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-7292261378336334577</id><published>2009-02-09T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T07:15:35.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2</title><content type='html'>Okay, first of all..my sanity is still intact.&lt;br /&gt;Miraculously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it was quite an eventful day today. Quite? Wait! Who am i kidding!? It was more like a trip to hell! No, scratch that again. I'm already living in it! It's called COLLEGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clayton College is a prestigious school for well-deserving, well-behaved and high-achieving students. God! That sentence just wants to make me hurl. In fact, my stomach is churning already! I mean seriously, prestigious!? well-behaved!? high-achieving!? I mean, Anne Kelly ( a juniour ) has slept with god-knows-how-many seniours and *cough* freshman. I could tell you more bout the others in the school but why shouldn't i give you the benefit of the doubt? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my usual seat in the cafeteria with my friends ( hello, hi friends ) . I didn't dare to sit with Catherine or  Ashley in fear of an outbreak of another battle between the Huns and China like in Mulan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, I tried to get out of the cafeteria like a silhoutte, hoping A and C wouldn't notice; although for some eerie reason, i could feel the presence of their eyes looking through my soul. Creepy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to make it to class on time tho i was caught running in the halls. Luckily A is in another class. I sat next to J, Joshua. I had no choice. Teachers seat you up with your lab partners. He's this decent looking guy who has some issues that noone understands. I don't really bother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class, i tried to rush out again. J was ( surprisingly )at the door already..with a sickeningly sweet grin. I tried passing him but he blocked the entrance. He whispered asking me to meet him out back after school in a secluded spot. More like a request actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions ran through my mind like crazy. I even felt the urge to kill my thoughts. After school, i finally saw him, alone, under a tree, prefectly shaded by the shadows of the leaves in every angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering whether i should walk forward or go back, i stood there, like an idiot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-7292261378336334577?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/7292261378336334577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/02/part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/7292261378336334577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/7292261378336334577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/02/part-2.html' title='Part 2'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-3866400474400894245</id><published>2009-02-08T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T01:10:13.926-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random storyline'/><title type='text'>Part 1</title><content type='html'>In every high school, there's a clique. Usually. You know those groups of completely different people? Well, i'm not in any of them because i don't want to be named "the villain" like in one of those old high school stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a teenager with a lot of morals. So i'm pretty much liked by everyone. Like everyone's best friend. I'm supposed to be the perfect friend too. Someone who's willing to be with that person through everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it has finally come to that time when i start to feel like a hypocrite. I always say to my best pal, Ashley that i will always love her, but now, when i think about it, a feeling of guilt seems to swim right inside me. The reason why is probably because i didn't mean what i said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge me if you will but personally, I don't give a crap. There's another problem. I know my life sounds screwed up but bear me if you will. I have another best friend, Catherine whose character is the total opposite of Ashley's. Oh yeah! There's another thing, they can't stand each others guts! That's why i'm caught in the middle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked Catherine's side over Ashley's but Ashley doesn't know that. Catherine also doesn't know that i still talk to Ashley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...you see my problem, don't you? Well, i hope you do because i really need help! In this case, i feel like the villain and i abhore it. I just wish things could go back to how it was back then. CAT would live again! Not CAT as in cat but as in Catherine, Ashley and Tanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Tanya is my name. I'm supposed to love it and all but my dad named me after one of his ex-lovers who was his first. That is so weird, right?  If you say "That's so cool!" , then you seriously need a complete overhaul on your brain =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-3866400474400894245?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/3866400474400894245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/02/part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/3866400474400894245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/3866400474400894245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/02/part-1.html' title='Part 1'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-6077471128976799358</id><published>2009-02-04T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:47:52.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Travelling</title><content type='html'>Pondering through the forbidden roads, &lt;br /&gt;I'm trapped. &lt;br /&gt;There's nowhere to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there is! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you out of everything that was grim and dark,&lt;br /&gt;Like a shining star that will never burn out,&lt;br /&gt;Is it really you i wonder... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roads diverge,&lt;br /&gt;My mind is puzzled,&lt;br /&gt;Which is right or wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell me, right?&lt;br /&gt;After all, you're still the same in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;You never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a fool for falling for you.&lt;br /&gt;It was inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, &lt;br /&gt;I don't regret it a single bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was long awaited admiration turned sour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You're an amazing person. Don't forget it. I'll try to move on as best as i can. I only hope for the best for you. I truly do =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-6077471128976799358?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/6077471128976799358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/02/travelling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/6077471128976799358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/6077471128976799358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/02/travelling.html' title='Travelling'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-2027323568473125673</id><published>2009-02-04T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T07:09:32.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I gave my all</title><content type='html'>A probably crappy poem i wrote on 3rd feb morning when i reached school at 6:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever asked or thought-&lt;br /&gt;What did she have that i did not, or ;&lt;br /&gt;What did i lack?&lt;br /&gt;Perfect? Or a lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your words always fogged up my mind-&lt;br /&gt;Always crossing my mind;&lt;br /&gt;with scattered thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;You made my hopes so high repeatedly,&lt;br /&gt;In just a few, they were crushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your words still linger in my head, &lt;br /&gt;Everlasting, &lt;br /&gt;Ever going.&lt;br /&gt;A best friend?&lt;br /&gt;It would pain me so much more than you realise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first to cause me such heartache, &lt;br /&gt;100 beatings would never do, but-&lt;br /&gt;Your few words caused a 100 slashes on my dear heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Right now..I only like you as a best friend, not relationship wise"&lt;br /&gt;Yet, you say the answer is definite.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, you also give pitiful hope at the same time,&lt;br /&gt;Why must you confuse me so? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"forever are forever will"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I gave you a year. Would even give you a lifetime yet you came up with an answer overnight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i really wasn't good enough. I never was. Never will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept a sleepless night, with tears trickling down the ever prolonging road ( my cheeks ), with nothing but a wet pillow and a shattered &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i sound pretty much pathetic so i'll stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo, &lt;br /&gt;JaNz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-2027323568473125673?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/2027323568473125673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-gave-my-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/2027323568473125673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/2027323568473125673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-gave-my-all.html' title='I gave my all'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-4676228246142051568</id><published>2009-01-31T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T02:09:12.018-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South Korea boyband'/><title type='text'>SHINee</title><content type='html'>I was bored and somehow on the internet i found this boyband from Korea. I was shocked to find out that they were only teens! Aged between 14 and 18. I heard abit of their music and thought they sounded good so here's a few clips:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know wats up with the helmet hair for one of em but luckily he chaged his hair XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_sYuQhy8M-k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_sYuQhy8M-k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NeSF4Ef_xlA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NeSF4Ef_xlA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EgYk6xRAl6c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EgYk6xRAl6c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you guys know Big Bang. If not, then check out this video. The story behind this music video is *sniff* really sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/76v7ogxeNvo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/76v7ogxeNvo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time, i've heard korean hiphop or is it japanese, i cant tell :P  LOL. Nice =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ysaw2z2UBEI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ysaw2z2UBEI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy with the sunglasses sings english pretty good =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hd2IwiuQABg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hd2IwiuQABg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats all, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo, &lt;br /&gt;JaNz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-4676228246142051568?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/4676228246142051568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/01/shinee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/4676228246142051568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/4676228246142051568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/01/shinee.html' title='SHINee'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-4269967349534351513</id><published>2009-01-28T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T08:08:27.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gossip Girl</title><content type='html'>Gossip Girl is an American television show inspired by the popular novel series of the same name. I've really been hooked on this tv series! I wanna get more! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SYCB1BaGiMI/AAAAAAAAAZE/T3gcPel1qn4/s1600-h/gossip_girl.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/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SYCB1BaGiMI/AAAAAAAAAZE/T3gcPel1qn4/s320/gossip_girl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296375909698668738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SYCCetauGNI/AAAAAAAAAZM/3eJxaC9APoo/s1600-h/gossip-girl-group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SYCCetauGNI/AAAAAAAAAZM/3eJxaC9APoo/s320/gossip-girl-group.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296376625887058130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of Ed Westwick, Penn Badgely and Chase. I think Chase Crawford is the best looking. ( The one to the very end, at the right ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SYCBUaIM-AI/AAAAAAAAAY8/R-OghmuvWa4/s1600-h/gossipboysbig_384_456582a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SYCBUaIM-AI/AAAAAAAAAY8/R-OghmuvWa4/s320/gossipboysbig_384_456582a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296375349398796290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newayz, all i gotta say bout the series im addicted to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo, &lt;br /&gt;JaNz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-4269967349534351513?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/4269967349534351513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/01/gossip-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/4269967349534351513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/4269967349534351513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/01/gossip-girl.html' title='Gossip Girl'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SYCB1BaGiMI/AAAAAAAAAZE/T3gcPel1qn4/s72-c/gossip_girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-1697362372177721253</id><published>2009-01-17T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T19:28:22.843-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Possibly unrequitted love'/><title type='text'>Deep inside</title><content type='html'>The title sez it all. I have true feelings deep inside for someone since the first time we exchanged glances in a small white room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first time and still is, that i believed i truly found the one. Whom i have admired from that day on and forever will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking with him seemed like we were meant to be. We share qualities that many others may not. With his black, slightly dark brown messy hair which stands out, his warm smile that could melt someone's heart, his captivating dark eyes, his broad shoulders, strong arms and his ever lasting personality which stays with you for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want no one but him. Rejecting several just to believe in the hope that we may end up being together, with our souls entwined as one. Oh! How fond i am of him yet he shows no sign of love. Oblivious as he is to the fact. Alas, I am still a tween. I must not be serious till after my study years. But if he were to say anything more, I dare say i may not be able to say "nay".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My undying and probably useless hope. But, hope is all i've got because i am never too sure of what he thinks. I thank him tho, for never turning his back to me. Besides that I'm not sure what else he may think of me. As a friend or forever more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall end it here, my faithful friends. In hope and In heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo, &lt;br /&gt;JaNz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-1697362372177721253?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/1697362372177721253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/01/deep-inside.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/1697362372177721253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/1697362372177721253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/01/deep-inside.html' title='Deep inside'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-3637160585122031325</id><published>2009-01-11T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T06:24:21.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>There are always people who seem like the "Oh-so-great-friend" but sometimes its all just an act. Makes you want to chew them up and spit them out doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, real friends are people who stand up for you, are always there for you when you need them the most; not just thru the ups but the downs as well. They know how to listen and speak when needed. Use their words wisely. They can also tell when your not okay even when you say you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, they do not follow or lead but walk beside you. They know how to comfort you and make you feel special. It is of course in the rarest of friends who will look you in the eye and listen intently when you speak. They are the ones who truly care for your well-being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course its not all happy happy stuff like prancing around in a garden and all that jazz. Real friends will tell you something that may hurt you but only because they care. If they truly care. Especially if what they say is to help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell alot by a person's eyes. For the eyes cannot lie. You can always tell whether there is true sincerity. Some people do care. But, how much do they care? That is the question. Our head tells us what to do but our heart tells us what is right or wrong. So, people out there, pick your friends wisely and don't regret it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SWs1MyYf69I/AAAAAAAAAYo/2B3U8Kl5-Zg/s1600-h/Real_Friends_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SWs1MyYf69I/AAAAAAAAAYo/2B3U8Kl5-Zg/s320/Real_Friends_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290380681076009938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats basically my opinion. I don't know bout you guys. I don't care bout backstabbers, liars, hypocrites, superficial people, etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just not worth my time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo, &lt;br /&gt;JaNz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-3637160585122031325?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/3637160585122031325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/01/friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/3637160585122031325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/3637160585122031325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/01/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SWs1MyYf69I/AAAAAAAAAYo/2B3U8Kl5-Zg/s72-c/Real_Friends_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-4470402840257126688</id><published>2009-01-05T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T02:51:50.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new beginning yet again</title><content type='html'>4/1/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Samantha's birthday ( Vanessa's younger sis ). When i first arrived, i had no idea of the upcoming impending doom i was about to experience. My bro smashed a water balloon on my head. Vanessa then gave me my birthday present. Ironic isn't it? I go to a party and get a present too. Oh! And i finally met Natasha for the first time. She's pretty cool =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the water ballon fight between the teenagers started to break out. For some reason, i was a strong target. I remember my feet were hit alot. OH! And yes, i need to kill Ervin. He hit the water balloon on my back with a slap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after the long battle of water balloons, we went to the water bouncer. Boing! Haha..had to persuade Ervin to go. I went with Olivia first. Then, i went with Vanessa and other people..Hmm~  STML&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalbert and Ervin managed to make me fall down in the water bouncer. Grrr! Hahah.. There was revenge of course. Van and I planned to trip Ervin and Van succeeded. I can still remember how he said our looks were suspicious. LOLz&lt;br /&gt;Guys at the party wrestled alot. Even Kevin Siaw :p Don't see him often.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So, the day was pretty much random and lame with us teens there. Some moments were just...err..rather not say or don't know how to express. I did get butt pains from my lousy landings from the bouncer XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! I got a book called " Hey Nostradamus!" from Van and a me to you bookmark &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Love it! Forever love gifts, no matter how bad or incredible. It's the thought and heart in it that counts =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad i left the party way early so i missed alot. It was supposed to end at 6pm but i left at almost 3pm =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, opportunities will always knock =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. sorry no pics =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5/1/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing i thought i would do when i reached school would be to rejoice with my friends. However, that didn't go according to plan. A few minutes, no, seconds even, i tripped in front of unknown students going into the auditorium. Luckily, my hands saved me but i will probably remember that moment for life! "Alack! Alack!" as taken from shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the long and boring assembly, it was time to go to our respective classes. Well, for the form 3 and 5. I don't know what the form 4 and PraU 2 were gonna do in there. Probably hear another lecture. Mwahaha =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In class, my form teacher from last year didn't  know where to seat me so she put me at the back. I guess it's hard because 5 students, our beloved *hack* (joking =D ) Michelle or SIOW MANN, Fifah, Syahmi, Muiz and Aale had to move to 5B. At least they visited us in class =) But we do welcome 8 new students from 4H moved into our class. I know it sounds like "move in" the two words uncommon to couples :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will probably take awhile to adjust but yea..Oh! We have PE! Yes! After not having in last year, i was so sad. Exercise is love! ( Some of my classmates will probably giggle at the thought ) Rejoicing with friends was fun as always. Being with the group again was great! First names i was called when seen were "turtle" , "Janice" , "O' Wise One" and a new name "O' Blur one" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i live up to my names. Hahaha...Syaz held my hands and shook em' fast. I felt like i was jiggling XD&lt;br /&gt;AH~ All is well~ It may not be 4E ( 4 Elephants ) anymore but now we are 5E! A new family. Of course we still miss our old family but know (sorry mich) with Mich out of the way, Caroline and Pey Yi are going to go for No1. Upcoming war i predict =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to continue Pride and Prejudice ( P&amp;P ) for English Literature ( E.Lit in short ) and see Miss Ani's smirks again. Tho, i would say, Pey Yi wins in the smirk department. Kekeke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After free chocolate sundaes from Jollibee thanks to Pey Yi, I was picked up at 2pm. I only reached home at 3:15pm tho. I showered thinking there was tuition but on the way, Carin msg-ed me so we turned back as there was no tuition. &lt;br /&gt;I resisted the urge to watch tv and play the computer and STUDIED! Yes! Surprising to my family members but i really do want to do well this year. After studying for over 2 hours, i took a nap =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, i would like to say that i hope 2009 will be a good year to us and of course everyone else =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo, &lt;br /&gt;JaNz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-4470402840257126688?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/4470402840257126688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-beginning-yet-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/4470402840257126688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/4470402840257126688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-beginning-yet-again.html' title='A new beginning yet again'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-413740255582883066</id><published>2009-01-02T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T10:11:47.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeff Dunham</title><content type='html'>Jeff Dunham is an amazing young ventriloquist who can make sounds and voices without moving his lips like you cannot believe! &lt;br /&gt;He has many full-house shows in humongous theaters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is with Achmed the dead terrorist most famous for the words " Infedel " and " Silence! I kill you! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SV5Q9HnG26I/AAAAAAAAAYg/gN8Blz6qSgY/s1600-h/jeff_dunham_achmed_infedel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SV5Q9HnG26I/AAAAAAAAAYg/gN8Blz6qSgY/s320/jeff_dunham_achmed_infedel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286752023524858786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of his best work for your personal viewing =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XeO0CcXK6Rs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XeO0CcXK6Rs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ouDRDzqTu0M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ouDRDzqTu0M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are other characters: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1iMd8Pm-2EE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1iMd8Pm-2EE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_I226Sfgs0s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_I226Sfgs0s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZGj6cUjl_qc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZGj6cUjl_qc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully you guys enjoyed the videos or as i say, his shows =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XoXo,&lt;br /&gt;JaNz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-413740255582883066?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/413740255582883066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2009/01/jeff-dunham.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-6083418996978362969</id><published>2008-12-31T06:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T07:02:21.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jabbawockeez</title><content type='html'>JabbaWockeeZ is a diverse male dance crew, established in 2003, created by Joe Larot, Kevin Brewer, and Phil Tayag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group gained fame by appearing on America's Got Talent before winning the MTV hip hop dance reality series America's Best Dance Crew on March 27, 2008. The crew has won $100,000 and a touring contract after being crowned as America's Best Dance Crew in season one. The crew is known for wearing plain white masks and gloves and performing synchronized dance moves. Their name is derived from the Lewis Carroll poem Jabberwocky (featured in Alice's Adventures in Wonderland)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVt3dxQLYSI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-yBlrU9MoG8/s1600-h/jabbawockeez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVt3dxQLYSI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-yBlrU9MoG8/s320/jabbawockeez.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285949940970512674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVt3o2B5OFI/AAAAAAAAAYY/45z0OGq_KLo/s1600-h/jabbawockeez-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVt3o2B5OFI/AAAAAAAAAYY/45z0OGq_KLo/s320/jabbawockeez-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285950131231340626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally the group that was going to compete on America's Best Dance Crew had seven members, including the late Gary Kendell. Unfortunately, Kendell passed away shortly before the group's start on the show America's Best Dance Crew due to pneumonia. The six JabbaWockeeZ members on the show told the judges during the Live Auditions Special that Gary was the "Yoda" of their crew and that they were doing the show for him. They have stated, "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;As a tribute to him we point our fingers in the air after each performance.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVt3NGc516I/AAAAAAAAAYI/MG82ITYjYKI/s1600-h/jabbawockeez+7+second+blog+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 171px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVt3NGc516I/AAAAAAAAAYI/MG82ITYjYKI/s320/jabbawockeez+7+second+blog+edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285949654603257762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the dance crew that took America by storm. The Jabbawockeez are not only friends but think of each other as brothers as well. They remain down to earth and do not let fame get to them. They have even earned respect from fans such as the cheerleader from HEROES, Hayden Panettiere and many more =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna know how incredible they are? Well then, you can watch one of their videos on  youtube. Here's a few right here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9G3fLxBH09k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9G3fLxBH09k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QB-yXInwO9k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QB-yXInwO9k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vtNayFkzQkg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vtNayFkzQkg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you liked the videos and pictures =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo, &lt;br /&gt;JaNz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-6083418996978362969?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/6083418996978362969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2008/12/jabbawockeez.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/6083418996978362969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/6083418996978362969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2008/12/jabbawockeez.html' title='Jabbawockeez'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVt3dxQLYSI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-yBlrU9MoG8/s72-c/jabbawockeez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-4017072042305538357</id><published>2008-12-28T23:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T00:22:18.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jessica Cox</title><content type='html'>Her name is probably unknown to most of you but i want her name and achievements to be heard! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica Cox suffered a rare birth defect and was born without any arms. None of the prenatal tests her mother took showed there was anything wrong with her. And yet she was born with this rare congenital disease, but also with a great spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The psychology graduate can write, type, drive a car, brush her hair and talk on her phone simply using her feet. &lt;br /&gt;Ms Cox, from Tuscon, Arizona, USA, is also a former dancer and double black belt in Taekwondo.&lt;br /&gt;She has a no-restrictions driving license, she flies planes and she can type 25 words a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SViF6iVPlsI/AAAAAAAAAXo/kRvrXJNc3mc/s1600-h/jessica.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/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SViF6iVPlsI/AAAAAAAAAXo/kRvrXJNc3mc/s320/jessica.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285121403414091458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plane she is flying is called an Ercoupe and it is one of the few airplanes to be made and certified without pedals. Without rudder pedals Jessica is free to use her feet as hands. She took three years instead of the usual six months to complete her lightweight aircraft licence, had three flying instructors and practiced 89 hours of flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some amazing pictures =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SViHLuNQruI/AAAAAAAAAXw/nNEIKKY-STc/s1600-h/jess.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/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SViHLuNQruI/AAAAAAAAAXw/nNEIKKY-STc/s320/jess.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285122798171238114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SViHZqKeEQI/AAAAAAAAAX4/GGqKhwqm5b0/s1600-h/Jessica-Cox-13.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/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SViHZqKeEQI/AAAAAAAAAX4/GGqKhwqm5b0/s320/Jessica-Cox-13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285123037603959042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SViIcVqPCzI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Ihf0iAx3Ogg/s1600-h/putting+on+make+up.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/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SViIcVqPCzI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Ihf0iAx3Ogg/s320/putting+on+make+up.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285124183151282994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching tv when i saw this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gcr0U2KRLrc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gcr0U2KRLrc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans are amazing, aren't they? I find this woman inspirational. Really shows that just because you don't have everything doesn't mean you can't have everything ( i.e your hopes and dreams )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo, &lt;br /&gt;JaNz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-4017072042305538357?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/4017072042305538357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2008/12/jessica-cox.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/4017072042305538357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/4017072042305538357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2008/12/jessica-cox.html' title='Jessica Cox'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SViF6iVPlsI/AAAAAAAAAXo/kRvrXJNc3mc/s72-c/jessica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-1156068789918373900</id><published>2008-12-28T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T10:18:16.754-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guilt'/><title type='text'>Rejection</title><content type='html'>Rejection is a sad feeling or experience we should not feel. Yet, i know how it felt once..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never for once tho thought it would come to me rejecting someone( whom i'd rather not say out of respect ) who would say words/sentences such as these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I love you! "&lt;br /&gt;"But, I love only you!"&lt;br /&gt;"I am so in love with you!"&lt;br /&gt;"I was crushed from my previous relationship and i don't know how to love anymore till i saw you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will stop here because then i'd be talking bout personal things too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts when i know i can't accept his proposals to being his girlfriend or being a couple with him. &lt;br /&gt;Worse when he begged, i felt total guilt running thru my veins. It was horrible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end when he finally gave up, he just said "haiz, bye" He signed off msn right after that before i could reply. &lt;br /&gt;I was hoping we could still be friends but i don't think that's gonna happen. Sadly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Vanessa was sleeping already and Ervin wasn't, i told him. He was online using his phone but when he heard a lil bit of info, he said going to the computer is worth it. Lol&lt;br /&gt;So, he became a very good listener. Haha..eventho its like 2am!? Hhahaha... ( shocked anyone? =p )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's pretty much what i gotta say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo, &lt;br /&gt;JaNz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-1156068789918373900?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/1156068789918373900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2008/12/rejection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/1156068789918373900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/1156068789918373900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2008/12/rejection.html' title='Rejection'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-6415553726897545928</id><published>2008-12-25T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T10:21:58.025-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bored out of my mind'/><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mnsls.com/" title="Friends Myspace Comments"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.mynicespace.com/68/6899.jpg" alt="Friends Myspace Comments" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://mnsls.com/friends-6899.html" title="Friends Myspace Comments"&gt;MyNiceSpace.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mynicespace.com/myspace-christmas.html"&gt;Christmas Myspace Comments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mnsls.com/" title="Friends Myspace Comments"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.mynicespace.com/134/13450.jpg" alt="Friends Myspace Comments" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://mnsls.com/friends-13450.html" title="Friends Myspace Comments"&gt;MyNiceSpace.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mynicespace.com/myspace-christmas.html"&gt;Christmas Myspace Comments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mnsls.com/" title="Friends Myspace Comments"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.mynicespace.com/68/6884.jpg" alt="Friends Myspace Comments" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://mnsls.com/friends-6884.html" title="Friends Myspace Comments"&gt;MyNiceSpace.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mynicespace.com/myspace-christmas.html"&gt;Christmas Myspace Comments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mnsls.com/" title="Friends Myspace Comments"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.mynicespace.com/493/49359.jpg" alt="Friends Myspace Comments" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://mnsls.com/friends-49359.html" title="Friends Myspace Comments"&gt;MyNiceSpace.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mynicespace.com/myspace-christmas.html"&gt;Christmas Myspace Comments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mnsls.com/" title="Friends Myspace Comments"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.mynicespace.com/204/20473.jpg" alt="Friends Myspace Comments" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://mnsls.com/friends-20473.html" title="Friends Myspace Comments"&gt;MyNiceSpace.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mynicespace.com/myspace-christmas.html"&gt;Christmas Myspace Comments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mnsls.com/" title="Friends Myspace Comments"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.mynicespace.com/237/23771.jpg" alt="Friends Myspace Comments" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://mnsls.com/friends-23771.html" title="Friends Myspace Comments"&gt;MyNiceSpace.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mynicespace.com/myspace-christmas.html"&gt;Christmas Myspace Comments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mnsls.com/" title="Friends Myspace Comments"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.mynicespace.com/142/14280.jpg" alt="Friends Myspace Comments" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://mnsls.com/friends-14280.html" title="Friends Myspace Comments"&gt;MyNiceSpace.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mynicespace.com/myspace-christmas.html"&gt;Christmas Myspace Comments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mnsls.com/" title="Friends Myspace Comments"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.mynicespace.com/204/20466.jpg" alt="Friends Myspace Comments" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://mnsls.com/friends-20466.html" title="Friends Myspace Comments"&gt;MyNiceSpace.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mynicespace.com/myspace-christmas.html"&gt;Christmas Myspace Comments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was bored but i'll stop here before i overdo it. Or maybe i already have XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo, &lt;br /&gt;JaNz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-6415553726897545928?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/6415553726897545928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2008/12/friendship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/6415553726897545928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/6415553726897545928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2008/12/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-1163332271692564891</id><published>2008-12-25T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T13:45:03.689-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spreading joy and thanks'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVO9V22VhmI/AAAAAAAAAW8/hnAOaHJX4e8/s1600-h/merry_christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 175px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVO9V22VhmI/AAAAAAAAAW8/hnAOaHJX4e8/s320/merry_christmas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283774971034044002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would of course like to be thankful for everything i have in life. I have shared many great moments with the people i care about. I love all my friends, my class family ( the 4Es or i should i say, elephants? Cuz we stomp the competition yo! XD ) and of course, the most near and dear to my heart, my best friends. You guys are the best! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Vanessa: You're the greatest! XD I know this year has been tough and a real challenge but know this, as your best friend i &lt;br /&gt;                       will always be there for you through the worst of times. And, i hope i never let you down this year and for the&lt;br /&gt;                       coming years =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: Cassandra: We've only been best friends this year but i have known you since primary and i gotta say I love you beb. You &lt;br /&gt;                            are one the best people i have ever known and i am so lucky to have you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys have no idea how special you are to me or maybe you do. I don't know =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly a poem dedicated to my best friends who have always been there for me: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Best Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Truly what would be life without them, &lt;br /&gt;Without someone to share my moments with.&lt;br /&gt;How scary it would be, &lt;br /&gt;Without someone to hold my hand through times of fright.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing i would be lost,&lt;br /&gt;Without them keeping me from straying afar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you guyz! =)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;JaNz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-1163332271692564891?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/1163332271692564891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/1163332271692564891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/1163332271692564891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVO9V22VhmI/AAAAAAAAAW8/hnAOaHJX4e8/s72-c/merry_christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-7934791337005695025</id><published>2008-12-23T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T10:51:08.525-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4 LaUgHs'/><title type='text'>Parodies</title><content type='html'>A parody of Miley Cyrus- 7 things. Bwahahaahaha...  XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NTC4qkb8Ppk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NTC4qkb8Ppk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again! With Britney Spears- Womanizer. LOLZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DoP3C76ioTU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DoP3C76ioTU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Really White Yo - Obama (Chipmunk Version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8J6jZClhM78&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8J6jZClhM78&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that made you guyz laugh! Because i did! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo, &lt;br /&gt;JaNz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-7934791337005695025?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/7934791337005695025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2008/12/parodies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/7934791337005695025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/7934791337005695025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2008/12/parodies.html' title='Parodies'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-5321503820403652163</id><published>2008-12-23T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T09:47:57.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winner</title><content type='html'>America's Next top model Cycle 11 was truly an exciting one. The person i had been rooting for to win actually won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She deserves it! She has a great body, tall, ravishing beauty and overall great personality! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mckey Sullivan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEgRYyYRdI/AAAAAAAAAWM/df_h-Y_bKVI/s1600-h/Mckey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEgRYyYRdI/AAAAAAAAAWM/df_h-Y_bKVI/s320/Mckey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283039320965924306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look how happy she is! Shows that a tomboy can model =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEg1nFkpiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/qEpWx0GUS8s/s1600-h/Mckey+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEg1nFkpiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/qEpWx0GUS8s/s320/Mckey+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283039943279814178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a video of when she won XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ER0cLnG9dII&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ER0cLnG9dII&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it abit funny. Don't you? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And aren't my sisters all HAWT!? Hahaha...they're so gonna kill me for this XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEkMWhPBuI/AAAAAAAAAWc/RuL8KOmqD10/s1600-h/sisters.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/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEkMWhPBuI/AAAAAAAAAWc/RuL8KOmqD10/s320/sisters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283043632504309474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo, &lt;br /&gt;JaNz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-5321503820403652163?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/5321503820403652163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2008/12/winner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/5321503820403652163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/5321503820403652163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2008/12/winner.html' title='Winner'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEgRYyYRdI/AAAAAAAAAWM/df_h-Y_bKVI/s72-c/Mckey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-4964942575636341768</id><published>2008-12-22T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T14:54:33.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rants</title><content type='html'>Short story: On the 21st, went to caroline's house for a chritmas party till 1am( supposed to be till 10 30pm XD ). It was fun! Met new people, ate alot, played games, exchange gifts, sang carols, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..what else do i post about. I think i'll talk bout anime. &lt;br /&gt;It is a beautiful art which takes years of skill. Sadly, my skill still needs help. You be the judge okay? Not judge as in having a panel and everything. Well, you get it right? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVAQnkGKsTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/_n6qA_RetQU/s1600-h/Drawing.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/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVAQnkGKsTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/_n6qA_RetQU/s320/Drawing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282740634796077362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVAQyaVGIKI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/QcAf8lGyq1k/s1600-h/Emo+pic.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/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVAQyaVGIKI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/QcAf8lGyq1k/s320/Emo+pic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282740821152899234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of doing a flashback now. I think i will ! XD&lt;br /&gt;I will use one pic for each event. I'm pretty lazy so yea...=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Events not in order and all were taken in 2008 except one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The michelle pose in class! 4E &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVARqb96sOI/AAAAAAAAAUY/2g74598Xshc/s1600-h/Mich%27s+pose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVARqb96sOI/AAAAAAAAAUY/2g74598Xshc/s320/Mich%27s+pose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282741783665225954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day we went to ICC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVASR5MPH9I/AAAAAAAAAUg/EneryglGocU/s1600-h/yes!.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/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVASR5MPH9I/AAAAAAAAAUg/EneryglGocU/s320/yes!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282742461524811730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kem Qiadah IV ( Not a flattering moment XP )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVAS5U1gnnI/AAAAAAAAAUo/OuaBUPKp6LY/s1600-h/yuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVAS5U1gnnI/AAAAAAAAAUo/OuaBUPKp6LY/s320/yuck.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282743138960580210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A so-called normal day in class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVATs9MJhjI/AAAAAAAAAUw/6yix-xzaIcA/s1600-h/war.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/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVATs9MJhjI/AAAAAAAAAUw/6yix-xzaIcA/s320/war.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282744025966282290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After mid-year party =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVAUFxOV0OI/AAAAAAAAAU4/MCHNKm9M61c/s1600-h/party.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/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVAUFxOV0OI/AAAAAAAAAU4/MCHNKm9M61c/s320/party.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282744452250980578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form 4 class performance on stage. Which we won third! Yes, surprising but true. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVAVPqaTRWI/AAAAAAAAAVA/VlOTMcRktTI/s1600-h/stage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVAVPqaTRWI/AAAAAAAAAVA/VlOTMcRktTI/s320/stage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282745721732416866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PO the panda!) Michelle's birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVAV5S52oDI/AAAAAAAAAVI/w1kU8Uomk_Y/s1600-h/mich+bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVAV5S52oDI/AAAAAAAAAVI/w1kU8Uomk_Y/s320/mich+bday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282746436976812082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Muara beach for YDM's beach trip. Me and caroline =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVAWd9_669I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/7XVNAGJ7Vz4/s1600-h/at+the+beach.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/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVAWd9_669I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/7XVNAGJ7Vz4/s320/at+the+beach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282747067020274642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winning the basketball interhouse 2008! Go Hulubalang!&lt;br /&gt;( Seated with our opponent on that day, Pahlawan )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVAW059Kx7I/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mks46d5ElU0/s1600-h/bball+interhouse.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/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVAW059Kx7I/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mks46d5ElU0/s320/bball+interhouse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282747461071980466&lt;br /&gt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth Camp 2008! Try to find me if you can! XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVAXJvnlSFI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Njii8olgQEI/s1600-h/ydm.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/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVAXJvnlSFI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Njii8olgQEI/s320/ydm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282747819074340946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In HK with Vanessa, my bestie! And her family of course! The most memorable trip of my life! *In 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVAY0KR4vYI/AAAAAAAAAVw/c_vyftAyrRI/s1600-h/hk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVAY0KR4vYI/AAAAAAAAAVw/c_vyftAyrRI/s320/hk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282749647297232258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And of course my sweet 16 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Thnx for putting cream on my face that day guys!*Sense sarcasm* &lt;br /&gt;Hope all the bowling and karaoke was fun =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVAZV9Mi6CI/AAAAAAAAAV4/0ZYzo30fd_I/s1600-h/sweet+16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVAZV9Mi6CI/AAAAAAAAAV4/0ZYzo30fd_I/s320/sweet+16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282750227900721186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many other events. I probably didn't remember all and i don't have pictures from each and every event. Gomenasai! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies so fast. It is a truly great year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo, &lt;br /&gt;JaNz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-4964942575636341768?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/4964942575636341768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2008/12/wondering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/4964942575636341768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/4964942575636341768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2008/12/wondering.html' title='Rants'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVAQnkGKsTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/_n6qA_RetQU/s72-c/Drawing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-1131871497276614388</id><published>2008-12-19T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T11:02:41.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A tribute down memory lane</title><content type='html'>It's certainly been a blessed year. Being a member of MA4E was like an unbreakable bond despite the ups and downs we all went through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to us! All 23 of us! The most dysfunctional class/family there is! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all those times we literally cracked up in class whether it be pressure, anger or just going crazy. No one can take those memories away from us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always managed to make even the most strict of teachers laugh at our random and lame jokes. I still remember the times i was slapped softly on the head when i was being too LAME. Hahaha.. Despite all the tests, stress and all, we had fun. Thats what school is really about, FUN! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The left side of the class consisting of caroline ( O' lame one ), fifah ( Ms.Giggles ) , qeel ( O' Bimbotic Sarcastic one ), reza ( Our own Miss Ling ) , pey yi ( Perfectionist ),  Auzee  ( You guyz all know what we call her =p ), Siti and I ( your O' wise turtle/grandma/ great grandma )  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The middle with Asyraf ( always not shy of showing his talents ), Syami ( the silent but fun person ), Aale, Zul ( Extremely annoying but hilarious ) and Jik ( how can anyone forget you, our personal photographer and funny man ). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right side of the class with Dina, Belle ( always bubbly ), Rai ( Random Rai ), Sherly ( Ah yes, many a time i have annoyed you for my own amusement but of course the many hits you gave me were punishment enough ), Syaz ( Tiger! Arr... XD ), Muizz, Nabil, Mozi ( Always happy one ), Nazhrah and finally Michelle ( or should i say SIOW MANN ! ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think i missed anyone, did i? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe i speak for all of us when i say that we all can't wait for every school day as the time we all gather to go high. We've all shared our times of disappointment and passing of lame-ness thanks to you know who. We've listened and advised each other on our problems on what to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Events ( that i remember ) :&lt;br /&gt;1. Fifah's birthday in class  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Caroline's suprise birthday party after school which pey yi had to walk around with cs so we could prepare at our after-    school hangout ( teacher's caf ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The after -mid-year party with loads of food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. All those times we ordered Jollibee food XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The skit for EOY form 4 performance which we won third ( surprisingly ) * Thanks to everyone especially our PM, Project  Manager, Caroline!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Mini-Olympics which although we didn't win anything, we had the best spirit. Best of all, we kept our heads high and felt like winners which i believe is the best attitude compared to boo-ing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My own birthday of course. Glad most of you made it. Hope it was fun for you guys. Especially since it was the first time any of you had seen me in a dress, let alone a pink strapless dress =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you guys, the best class i could ever ask for! Sadly, 5 of us ( computer students ) will be parting from our class next year. But of course, we will welcome the eight ( economic students ) into our class with open arms and hope that they survive our extreme lame-ness and all that is 4E! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo, &lt;br /&gt;JaNz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-1131871497276614388?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/1131871497276614388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2008/12/tribute-down-memory-lane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/1131871497276614388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/1131871497276614388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2008/12/tribute-down-memory-lane.html' title='A tribute down memory lane'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-7542379322817987878</id><published>2008-12-04T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T03:18:58.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the blue</title><content type='html'>I was watching tv today and there were two very different shows on MTV. First music =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Cook's new song, Light On is great!! Enjoy =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/18OgenUyNx0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/18OgenUyNx0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there was one that was extremely touching. It was a programme on World AIDs Day. It was Kelly Rowland touring a place in Africa with largest number of people being turned to sex workers. Some of them had and have no choice. So, people out there, YOU can make a difference! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QD-VqQ0Ki-Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QD-VqQ0Ki-Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, one day i will be able to visit them =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-7542379322817987878?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/7542379322817987878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2008/12/out-of-blue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/7542379322817987878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/7542379322817987878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2008/12/out-of-blue.html' title='Out of the blue'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-8423923910604340214</id><published>2008-11-25T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T06:07:06.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sprint maths</title><content type='html'>Today i overslept and woke up at seven in the morning. Arrived at school only at 8:30am XD&lt;br /&gt;While walking, i met the 4Es. Some of them didn't notice me at first, some did. &lt;br /&gt;So, i just joined in the fun of solving math problems. Wasn't much help tho XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it came to sudoku, i had no idea what to do but i got the idea soon enough. Then, it was on to scrabble! =)&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember much. Maybe i was just hungry, blur or too BANGGANG XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the afternoon, went for taekwondo dance practice again. It was quite fun actually =)&lt;br /&gt;We did a lot of cool moves and the two chosen songs had a great beat! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that nothing really, just went home, showered, listened to a friend to console her about her bad day and finally the DIVINE computer!  Haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo, &lt;br /&gt;JaNz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-8423923910604340214?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/8423923910604340214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2008/11/sprint-maths.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/8423923910604340214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/8423923910604340214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2008/11/sprint-maths.html' title='Sprint maths'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-3719385216921678621</id><published>2008-11-20T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T04:23:06.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Olympics!</title><content type='html'>Oh, this is another pic of us after getting third =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SSVUyRKUP0I/AAAAAAAAAS0/gsbZsGcBAKA/s1600-h/4E+that+i+love"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SSVUyRKUP0I/AAAAAAAAAS0/gsbZsGcBAKA/s320/4E+that+i+love" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270712161483898690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini Olympics consisted of agility relay run, shuttlecock flick, hockey dribble, kaki tiga and hula hoop race XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic of some of the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4E&lt;/span&gt;s~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SSVWAaqjxCI/AAAAAAAAAS8/2MPtAdHFmw0/s1600-h/We+are+4E"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SSVWAaqjxCI/AAAAAAAAAS8/2MPtAdHFmw0/s320/We+are+4E" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270713504064848930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back is the one with the blue 4E =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't win but we probably had the best sportmanship there. We huddled alot shouting 4E!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say the day ended  with smiles on our faces =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-3719385216921678621?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/3719385216921678621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2008/11/mini-olympics.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/3719385216921678621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/3719385216921678621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2008/11/mini-olympics.html' title='Mini Olympics!'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SSVUyRKUP0I/AAAAAAAAAS0/gsbZsGcBAKA/s72-c/4E+that+i+love' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-1108981031490931312</id><published>2008-11-18T02:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T04:07:14.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interclass Performance</title><content type='html'>I was seriously scared and nervous before going out on stage to act. &lt;br /&gt;Well, my whole class did an outstanding job! We did it! What's done is done!&lt;br /&gt;We won third place! Cash prize wasn't much but enough =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic of 4E being happy for getting third =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SSVPrp9eIUI/AAAAAAAAASs/pWYqDFO5_jc/s1600-h/Happy!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SSVPrp9eIUI/AAAAAAAAASs/pWYqDFO5_jc/s320/Happy!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270706550323683650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the afternoon, i had taekwondo dance practice for the closing ceremony coming on the 29th. So tired~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta sleep =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZZzzzzz......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-1108981031490931312?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/1108981031490931312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2008/11/interclass-performance.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/1108981031490931312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/1108981031490931312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2008/11/interclass-performance.html' title='Interclass Performance'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SSVPrp9eIUI/AAAAAAAAASs/pWYqDFO5_jc/s72-c/Happy!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-1309785726991652427</id><published>2008-11-15T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T03:27:46.512-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Sweet Sixteen</title><content type='html'>I was nervous like crazy in the car on the way to the party! When i arrived, everyone was literally pushing presents in front of me! Hahaa...It was abit tough but i managed. Then, i had to deal with shock. As everyone who knows me knows that i hardly or maybe never wear dresses XP &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...It wasn't their fault considering i was wearing a strapless dress. So, i had to deal with words such as "You're so hot! Not in a lesbian sort of way" or "you're so pretty!!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so NOT used to those comments! Lolz!&lt;br /&gt;OW! My feet hurt a lot! I vow to never wear high heels like that again! Talk about PAIN-ful!&lt;br /&gt;It was a typical party, loud talking and eating. Quite a lot of people went bowling though.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also took loads of pics with my friends especially my SAS friends. I guess you could say pics of me in a dress may be a once in a lifetime experience. Haha.. XD&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was pretty cool in a way =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! Qeelah's reaction to my wearing a dress was by far the biggest reaction. She literally jumped back and said "Woah!" in a loud way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it came to the cutting of the cake, it was pretty hard to get everyone to clump together because of the large number. I didn't get to take pics with the SAS students together with the cake but they were fine with it. Probably because they already had enough proof of me in a dress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt more at ease with the SAS peepz and my close friend Nana so i sat with them. It was fun and i enjoyed speaking to all of them. I was thanked for sitting next to one person in particular. You know who you are =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there were also loads of people who went bowling. Mostly my classmates who went after getting "sugar rush" It was crazy. Haha...When it came to the cutting of the cake, qeel tried to shove my face into the cake. Thankfully it didn't work =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, later Rai, Qeel and Pey Yi i think were playing some sort of game, running around. So, i stood up which was a bad idea because then i got cream on my face the first time and then on my hair the second time. Then, i had to wash in the washroom. Thanks a lot Rai! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When most of my friends left and there was one group left, that group started karaoke-ing! It was ear-piercing! Lolz...okay..not that bad =p&lt;br /&gt;Not that pitch-perfect either though. Sorry but i gotta be honest XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, i had to pack up and leave for home contented =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. one of my fav pics from my bday =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SSF20jBVpmI/AAAAAAAAASU/yeSLBAmKYWo/s1600-h/The+three+of+us.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/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SSF20jBVpmI/AAAAAAAAASU/yeSLBAmKYWo/s320/The+three+of+us.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269623684126320226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Merciana, Lin Sii and me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this pic goes out to my friend &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Miss Angeline Low&lt;/span&gt; who is very curious =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SSKmXP78BHI/AAAAAAAAASk/GMfQdCbRbSo/s1600-h/Me+and+Cs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SSKmXP78BHI/AAAAAAAAASk/GMfQdCbRbSo/s320/Me+and+Cs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269957432322032754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo&lt;br /&gt;JaNz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-1309785726991652427?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/1309785726991652427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2008/11/sweet-sixteen.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/1309785726991652427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/1309785726991652427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2008/11/sweet-sixteen.html' title='Sweet Sixteen'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SSF20jBVpmI/AAAAAAAAASU/yeSLBAmKYWo/s72-c/The+three+of+us.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-5749512959119719084</id><published>2008-11-08T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T02:58:37.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting down the days yet again</title><content type='html'>My birthday is next saturday night, 7pm, on the 15th of November. At Seri Kamayan Restaurant. Any problems? You guys know my number =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished with the invitations, dress, reservations and high heels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes people! I will be in a dress! It's so shocking! O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be wearing a colour i detest but it was still a nice colour so i thought what the heck, right? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Must sound impossible! &lt;br /&gt;Possible reactions:&lt;br /&gt;Gasping,&lt;br /&gt;Hyperventilating,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking "Unbelievable" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-5749512959119719084?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/5749512959119719084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2008/11/counting-down-days-yet-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/5749512959119719084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/5749512959119719084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2008/11/counting-down-days-yet-again.html' title='Counting down the days yet again'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-8654125655489331442</id><published>2008-11-06T20:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:29:30.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Generation We</title><content type='html'>Eventhough i'm not an American i found this video cool and inspiring =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vknHKTy1MLY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vknHKTy1MLY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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/25113180583108339-8654125655489331442?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/8654125655489331442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2008/11/generation-we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/8654125655489331442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/8654125655489331442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2008/11/generation-we.html' title='Generation We'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-8389349098407928352</id><published>2008-11-06T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:28:17.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two fun days</title><content type='html'>5/11/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to caroline's house after school. Had delicious noodles! Yum~ &lt;br /&gt;So, just watched Tv while eating and talking to her sis. Also went online using phone while she slept. &lt;br /&gt;Played basketball with Rachel Teo and Faith outside. Well, inside 1st then we moved outside later =)&lt;br /&gt;On hearing her coughing, went to check on her. So, went downstairs to get her water with Rachel Teo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..this is probably boring some of you so skip the rest and on to the movies! Ate at jollibee before going in to watch High School Musical 3. It wasn't as bad as i thought it'd be but neither was it that good. There were parts where it was too corny.&lt;br /&gt;Haha... no surprise there. It was pretty loud in the cinema too. Could hear Blessy and Anna being ecstatic =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home later as in late! 10 30pm =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6/11/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had school. There was a surprise spot check and my phone was taken 2nd time in the year. So, my bro had to come to school. &lt;br /&gt;It was funny because now Pey Yi has to be my cousin and apparently she has two phones. This story was actually believed. After getting our phones back. Pey Yi and Qeel was hysterical, jumping in joy. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, i played basketball with Belle whose shoe was fixed thanks to qeel ( The cobbler ) Hee~&lt;br /&gt;So, i played for awhile then we went back to teacher's caf to talk till 3pm.  &lt;br /&gt;After they all went home. I just bummed around the court playing, resting, playing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 5pm, i finally met Nana. I didn't see her at first because i was watching the guys play basketball. When i turned and noticed her, she turned her head away. Then i knew, it was true when she said she was shy so i went up to her and said " your hair is not short" It was because she told me her hair was short. Now, i think who in the world says that as a first sentence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she lost her shyness, we started talking more and even playing basketball together. When it was 6 o'clock in the evening, the rest of the hostelite went back to the hostel but Nana stayed because she didn't want to leave me in the dark alone. That was really kind. To see her so happy to see me and talk with such joyful air also, really touched me. I truly appreciated what she did because not many people would have done the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home around 6.30pm. It was quite dark by that time. So, we finally parted contented by how much we had talked. As, we do not get to meet often sadly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, i left with good memories so i am happy =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25113180583108339-8389349098407928352?l=trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/8389349098407928352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2008/11/two-fun-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/8389349098407928352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25113180583108339/posts/default/8389349098407928352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trustloveandhappiness.blogspot.com/2008/11/two-fun-days.html' title='Two fun days'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10828614908446481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMgqr7EbqsI/SVEt9pd4X6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1wuO4pTZgyU/S220/Photo+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25113180583108339.post-4565136178580749441</id><published>2008-11-01T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T01:19:13.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lolz</title><content type='html'>I guess some of their songs are ok despite my constant denial,  Fahrenheit ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aglW-HOsWRg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N2fpSRHchMQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N2fpSRHchMQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ft99o1X4WHc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ft99o1X4WHc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" 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