<?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-2686515531692550450</id><updated>2012-02-11T14:31:08.751+08:00</updated><category term='School yay what no it&apos;s boring'/><title type='text'>Jannoying</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nicolejann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01267917746587050485</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/-NkSN7LrJSPg/TsIpczk6UaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6qg6ztXpqP8/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-29%2Bat%2B23.33%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686515531692550450.post-2012569240846983597</id><published>2012-01-13T17:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:54:47.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH HI.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qQjiZphn298/Tw__YV8nCiI/AAAAAAAAAu4/NhQ8VhDgu-E/s1600/DSCF5804.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qQjiZphn298/Tw__YV8nCiI/AAAAAAAAAu4/NhQ8VhDgu-E/s320/DSCF5804.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Omg. i need to start studying more! i study everyday but for such short periods. I hate it that when you're studying, you think that you have been doing your work for like one hours but truth is you only did it for like 30minutes. URGH. Time...why you so slow?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;I am participating in sports day this year like last year. I wanted to but i didnt have to volunteer since my house teacher said all those who participated last year MUST join. Which explain why i chose high jump AGAIN. Few people chose high jump in Topaz so maybe im doing my teacher a favour? Hahaha. I'm disappointed i wasnt the top 8 &amp;nbsp;for the running. I was the top 10th. Came in 9th place. SO close YET so far. JEEEEEZZZZZ. m gonna start exercising tomorrow. Gonna do stairs. I wanna be 3rd at least! Okay,wish me luck pleaseeeee. I REALLY NEED IT. Thankssss.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2686515531692550450-2012569240846983597?l=jannchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/feeds/2012569240846983597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/2012569240846983597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/2012569240846983597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-hi.html' title='OH HI.'/><author><name>nicolejann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01267917746587050485</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/-NkSN7LrJSPg/TsIpczk6UaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6qg6ztXpqP8/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-29%2Bat%2B23.33%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qQjiZphn298/Tw__YV8nCiI/AAAAAAAAAu4/NhQ8VhDgu-E/s72-c/DSCF5804.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686515531692550450.post-3557674470118286854</id><published>2012-01-02T13:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T06:20:31.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why are so always so sad?</title><content type='html'>:D hi. &lt;br /&gt;Yes. My emoticon just contradicted my title. I'm confusing. So I'm primary six now. Pretty exhilarating. I feel so weird that I'm primary six now. Like all of a sudden I'm the one of the oldest in the whole school. I'm adjusting to my new class, 6Zeal. It's fine, I guess. Okay. Bye. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2686515531692550450-3557674470118286854?l=jannchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/feeds/3557674470118286854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-are-so-always-so-sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/3557674470118286854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/3557674470118286854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-are-so-always-so-sad.html' title='Why are so always so sad?'/><author><name>nicolejann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01267917746587050485</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/-NkSN7LrJSPg/TsIpczk6UaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6qg6ztXpqP8/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-29%2Bat%2B23.33%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686515531692550450.post-577453003832307598</id><published>2011-12-29T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T03:52:45.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind you recall</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;The end of 2011 is coming. 2012, it seems like a scary year. PSLE, the rumors of the end of the year and stuff. I'll miss 2011 quite a bit. I wouldn't mind reliving every second of it. I want too because it all ended to fast. Too fast for me to catch up. Feels like yesterday was just January. Looking back, it has been an awesome year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-choli5BFXew/TvyCCR106rI/AAAAAAAAAuo/ggJ2KmnKMsU/s1600/IMG_0379.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-choli5BFXew/TvyCCR106rI/AAAAAAAAAuo/ggJ2KmnKMsU/s320/IMG_0379.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P5 camp was wonderful. Definitely learned alot of things, not academically. I experienced bathing in a toilet with rusty metal floors and with curtains which can't be locked or closed. I knew how to not give myself up to temptation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, i went to help work for my Godmother. Finally earning my own money. I guess standing for eleven hours straight was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was elected as class monitor by my classmates. And i had a crazy but respectable? class monitor-partner! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Bangkok with mummy and jiejie. We shopped too much for our own good. We were very amused by type of food they eat. So different from Singapore. I had the time of my life there. I was of course very exhausted too from the sun and the endless walking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Taiwan-Taipei with mummy, yiyi and hannah jie. It was all new to me. I've never been to taipei before. It was good. I didnt shop as much as in Bangkok because of the weather there. It was quite cold. Acceptable cold-for me, at least. Pretty sure i'm warm-blooded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that there was more than that. But i can't remember. I love my class, 5Compassion and my insane classmates. I love my family who are too eccentric for their own good. The year could've been better if a certain someone was here. Of course there were unhappy &amp;nbsp;stuff too. But why mention them right? &amp;nbsp;okay. I hope 2012 won't be what i dont want it to be(: Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2686515531692550450-577453003832307598?l=jannchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/feeds/577453003832307598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/12/mind-you-recall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/577453003832307598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/577453003832307598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/12/mind-you-recall.html' title='Mind you recall'/><author><name>nicolejann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01267917746587050485</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/-NkSN7LrJSPg/TsIpczk6UaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6qg6ztXpqP8/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-29%2Bat%2B23.33%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-choli5BFXew/TvyCCR106rI/AAAAAAAAAuo/ggJ2KmnKMsU/s72-c/IMG_0379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686515531692550450.post-3709047965203119379</id><published>2011-12-27T19:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T19:36:34.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOSH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1khYSXPEgBU/TvmtlaDH3hI/AAAAAAAAAuc/Ru7Xk6Focsc/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-12-27+at+PM+07.35.26.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="278" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1khYSXPEgBU/TvmtlaDH3hI/AAAAAAAAAuc/Ru7Xk6Focsc/s320/Screen+shot+2011-12-27+at+PM+07.35.26.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Urgh. Idiots. Everyone has one...or two in their lives right?&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it's one of those moodswings. :/ Nah i think not. It's them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2686515531692550450-3709047965203119379?l=jannchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/feeds/3709047965203119379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/12/gosh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/3709047965203119379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/3709047965203119379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/12/gosh.html' title='GOSH.'/><author><name>nicolejann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01267917746587050485</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/-NkSN7LrJSPg/TsIpczk6UaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6qg6ztXpqP8/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-29%2Bat%2B23.33%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1khYSXPEgBU/TvmtlaDH3hI/AAAAAAAAAuc/Ru7Xk6Focsc/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-12-27+at+PM+07.35.26.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686515531692550450.post-7806888246120996981</id><published>2011-12-26T03:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T17:51:28.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking in a winter wonderland~</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Hi. &lt;br /&gt;Blogger insist that I have a thousand views on my blog. I don't believe it. Lol. Gonna just talk about Christmas. It wasn't so exciting. Maybe because...nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas eve was spent at kongkong's house. It was nice. Dinner was good, yummy. Sarahjie got surprised. So sweeeet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I just came back from We Bought A Zoo. It was incredible. Mind-(freaking)blowing. I mean it is the best movie after Harry Potter from what I know. I like the Dylan guy. He's erm, cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I need to start sleeping early. School's starting soon and I need I get use to it!!!! And I'm disappointed that I didn't study much at all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just made a deal with myself. I'm gonna like exercise or make myself tired tomorrow so I'll sleep early. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I'm done with scolding myself. Oh! I bought had moose from Taiwan because I don't know why? Ndhwjdbandneh. K, bye! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-gylkvVVBjMk/Tvd2ho-DKtI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/ouTL2g01iM4/s640/blogger-image--1637461716.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-gylkvVVBjMk/Tvd2ho-DKtI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/ouTL2g01iM4/s640/blogger-image--1637461716.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2686515531692550450-7806888246120996981?l=jannchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/feeds/7806888246120996981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/12/walking-in-winter-wonderland.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/7806888246120996981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/7806888246120996981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/12/walking-in-winter-wonderland.html' title='Walking in a winter wonderland~'/><author><name>nicolejann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01267917746587050485</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/-NkSN7LrJSPg/TsIpczk6UaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6qg6ztXpqP8/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-29%2Bat%2B23.33%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-gylkvVVBjMk/Tvd2ho-DKtI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/ouTL2g01iM4/s72-c/blogger-image--1637461716.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686515531692550450.post-1734464031471505509</id><published>2011-12-25T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T02:20:26.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So be good for goodness sake!</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;I love Christmas. It's the best holiday of the year, not to sound cheesy. I love spending time with people i love. It's wonderful. Plus, let's not forget it's Jesus's birthday which just tops it on top of all the superb things about christmas! Okay! Bye.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2686515531692550450-1734464031471505509?l=jannchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/feeds/1734464031471505509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-be-good-for-goodness-sake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/1734464031471505509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/1734464031471505509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-be-good-for-goodness-sake.html' title='So be good for goodness sake!'/><author><name>nicolejann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01267917746587050485</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/-NkSN7LrJSPg/TsIpczk6UaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6qg6ztXpqP8/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-29%2Bat%2B23.33%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686515531692550450.post-8940983530019876484</id><published>2011-12-22T20:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T20:18:41.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Booksnake. (get it?)</title><content type='html'>Hello from Taipei :3&lt;br /&gt;It's the 6th day I'm here and tomorrow's the last day. I've been having lotssss of fun going to places and...shopping! Over here is totally different from Singapore. It's cold, way colder than Singapore. The drivers drive from the left side instead. The people aren't fiery fluent with English which is cool. And yep. I'm pretty sure I'm warm-blooded because I'm hardly freezing or very cold. I thought I'll be like frozen here, turns out it's otherwise. Okay. I bought a book here, it's called I Am Number Four. I know there's the movie but the book is always better(if there's a book) right? Nice book! That's all. Bye.  &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IfZ0RwiYOyo/TvMgHyHaPyI/AAAAAAAAAuI/OoxLY_zGIWA/s640/blogger-image-1029722623.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IfZ0RwiYOyo/TvMgHyHaPyI/AAAAAAAAAuI/OoxLY_zGIWA/s640/blogger-image-1029722623.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2686515531692550450-8940983530019876484?l=jannchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/feeds/8940983530019876484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/12/booksnake-get-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/8940983530019876484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/8940983530019876484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/12/booksnake-get-it.html' title='Booksnake. (get it?)'/><author><name>nicolejann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01267917746587050485</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/-NkSN7LrJSPg/TsIpczk6UaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6qg6ztXpqP8/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-29%2Bat%2B23.33%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IfZ0RwiYOyo/TvMgHyHaPyI/AAAAAAAAAuI/OoxLY_zGIWA/s72-c/blogger-image-1029722623.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686515531692550450.post-8957715599225588396</id><published>2011-12-16T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T16:24:17.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunrise, Sunrise</title><content type='html'>I will be leaving for Taipei tomorrow. I would be lying if i said i wasn't excited. Ha. I've got a favourite poem. But i can't find it. So bye. Seeyou bloggy in a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2686515531692550450-8957715599225588396?l=jannchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/feeds/8957715599225588396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/12/sunrise-sunrise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/8957715599225588396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/8957715599225588396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/12/sunrise-sunrise.html' title='Sunrise, Sunrise'/><author><name>nicolejann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01267917746587050485</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/-NkSN7LrJSPg/TsIpczk6UaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6qg6ztXpqP8/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-29%2Bat%2B23.33%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686515531692550450.post-4079839710096257436</id><published>2011-12-15T16:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T16:03:46.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xoxo, Gossip Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i14DEUOfvN4/Tumny_h4P5I/AAAAAAAAAt4/RZnCY2SwYSA/s1600/tumblr_lw7mckaqg91qjwj27o1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i14DEUOfvN4/Tumny_h4P5I/AAAAAAAAAt4/RZnCY2SwYSA/s320/tumblr_lw7mckaqg91qjwj27o1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;*He's my favourite*&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvEj3gISwz8/TumnRN94bdI/AAAAAAAAAtw/qJvBIMBp_w4/s1600/tumblr_lw823rQbVb1qesmeko1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvEj3gISwz8/TumnRN94bdI/AAAAAAAAAtw/qJvBIMBp_w4/s320/tumblr_lw823rQbVb1qesmeko1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WxTlUhqlDgA/TumppQv2sCI/AAAAAAAAAuA/iqAFvrMkdnI/s1600/tumblr_lw87zqXEly1qi6nngo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WxTlUhqlDgA/TumppQv2sCI/AAAAAAAAAuA/iqAFvrMkdnI/s320/tumblr_lw87zqXEly1qi6nngo1_400.jpg" width="217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Found a group shot. LOOK AT THEM&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna say i can't stop watching Gossip Girl. WEEEE. Because i haven't watch till Season 4 or 5, i dont know whether i'm shipping Blair&amp;amp;Dan or Serena&amp;amp;Dan. But for now, i'm going with Serena&amp;amp;Dan, they look cute. For now.&lt;br /&gt;I''m currently scrolling through Tumblr and i see Chuck and Blair. Okay, i shall watch more before i decide.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Tumblr for the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2686515531692550450-4079839710096257436?l=jannchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/feeds/4079839710096257436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/12/xoxo-gossip-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/4079839710096257436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/4079839710096257436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/12/xoxo-gossip-girl.html' title='xoxo, Gossip Girl'/><author><name>nicolejann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01267917746587050485</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/-NkSN7LrJSPg/TsIpczk6UaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6qg6ztXpqP8/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-29%2Bat%2B23.33%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i14DEUOfvN4/Tumny_h4P5I/AAAAAAAAAt4/RZnCY2SwYSA/s72-c/tumblr_lw7mckaqg91qjwj27o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686515531692550450.post-6010980715537144550</id><published>2011-12-14T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T16:49:41.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What it means to be living</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to pop by and blog. I hate it when you actually look up to a person so much. Suddenly, you find out something unexpected about that person. Something bad. Then, you can't look at that person the same way again, you see that person in a whole new light. it sucks. I wish i didn't have to know anything. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i need to make the post longer so im write about things i wanna accomplish by the time i die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 10 things i wanna do before i'm in the coffin. (Well, i hope i get a coffin at the very least right?)&lt;br /&gt;1. Save LIVES.&lt;br /&gt;2. Experience snow.&lt;br /&gt;3. Write a book.&lt;br /&gt;4. Travel to a Caucasian country.&lt;br /&gt;5. Travel to a country with my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;6. Dragonboat again.&lt;br /&gt;7. Sit in a cafe and drink my latte and read my book.&lt;br /&gt;8. Watch my favourite singer sing live.&lt;br /&gt;9. &amp;nbsp;Learn songs on my keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;10. Go to a holy place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There! But this are the things i wanna do written by my eleven year old self so yep. MIGHT CHANGE.&lt;br /&gt;Bye&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/2686515531692550450-6010980715537144550?l=jannchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/feeds/6010980715537144550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-it-means-to-be-living.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/6010980715537144550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/6010980715537144550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-it-means-to-be-living.html' title='What it means to be living'/><author><name>nicolejann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01267917746587050485</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/-NkSN7LrJSPg/TsIpczk6UaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6qg6ztXpqP8/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-29%2Bat%2B23.33%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686515531692550450.post-5847412337316159731</id><published>2011-12-11T22:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T22:11:36.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But we longed to be free...one day</title><content type='html'>Hello. &lt;br /&gt;It's now 10.04p.m and I've yet to shower. I'm gonna be showering later though. It has been ultra long ever since I blogged a properly. So, here's to a proper blog post or something like that...Anyway, I went for mass this morning at some church at River Valley  because it looked really nice. But it turns out the songs and the everything was totally different from holy spirit. Thus my mummy and I decided to go back to holy spirit! That reminds that I haven't signed up for catechism yet. Hohoho. Afterwards, we went for lunch and I went home. Then my mummy and I went for family dinner at orchard central. And now I'm home. &lt;br /&gt;I have so much thoughts revolving in my mind but I have no one to speak to about and the people I can speak will never understand.&lt;br /&gt;I don't blame them. Who would EVER this complicated mind of mine? Okay. BYE...no one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vjGayUx8-PY/TuS6FuJ-5jI/AAAAAAAAAto/qpXWZDAQkO4/s640/blogger-image--1786387713.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vjGayUx8-PY/TuS6FuJ-5jI/AAAAAAAAAto/qpXWZDAQkO4/s640/blogger-image--1786387713.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2686515531692550450-5847412337316159731?l=jannchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/feeds/5847412337316159731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/12/but-we-longed-to-be-freeone-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/5847412337316159731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/5847412337316159731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/12/but-we-longed-to-be-freeone-day.html' title='But we longed to be free...one day'/><author><name>nicolejann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01267917746587050485</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/-NkSN7LrJSPg/TsIpczk6UaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6qg6ztXpqP8/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-29%2Bat%2B23.33%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vjGayUx8-PY/TuS6FuJ-5jI/AAAAAAAAAto/qpXWZDAQkO4/s72-c/blogger-image--1786387713.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686515531692550450.post-4070092370705253905</id><published>2011-12-07T14:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T14:16:58.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looks can be deceiving.</title><content type='html'>THE WORLD IS SCREWED. URGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2686515531692550450-4070092370705253905?l=jannchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/feeds/4070092370705253905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/12/looks-can-be-deceiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/4070092370705253905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/4070092370705253905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/12/looks-can-be-deceiving.html' title='Looks can be deceiving.'/><author><name>nicolejann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01267917746587050485</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/-NkSN7LrJSPg/TsIpczk6UaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6qg6ztXpqP8/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-29%2Bat%2B23.33%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686515531692550450.post-151194839733689055</id><published>2011-12-07T02:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T02:55:08.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X0lLPKlczT8/Tt5kzZCdMuI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/694ObFbB36w/s1600/Photo+on+2011-12-07+at+02.07+%25233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X0lLPKlczT8/Tt5kzZCdMuI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/694ObFbB36w/s320/Photo+on+2011-12-07+at+02.07+%25233.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's 2.48a.m and i'm still awake. Little bit sleepy but i can't sleep. It's a miserable feeling. I want somebody to be awake while i sleep. Ha. Okay. I just wanted to update a little. Life's been boring. I need something to spark up my mundane life. Rightttttt, we have exciting plans about the house. Im stoked. Weeee. Okay, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2686515531692550450-151194839733689055?l=jannchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/feeds/151194839733689055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/12/confusion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/151194839733689055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/151194839733689055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/12/confusion.html' title='Confusion'/><author><name>nicolejann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01267917746587050485</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/-NkSN7LrJSPg/TsIpczk6UaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6qg6ztXpqP8/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-29%2Bat%2B23.33%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X0lLPKlczT8/Tt5kzZCdMuI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/694ObFbB36w/s72-c/Photo+on+2011-12-07+at+02.07+%25233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686515531692550450.post-2987059751999842370</id><published>2011-11-29T14:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T14:46:56.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Us against the world</title><content type='html'>Here's a list to remind myself of the things I have to accomplish before this holiday ends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Learn a song on the keyboard&lt;br /&gt;2. Memorise a rap. &lt;br /&gt;3. Study a little bit for PSLE&lt;br /&gt;4. Draw&lt;br /&gt;5. Write. &lt;br /&gt;6. Read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. That's isn't a lot. I can do it. WOO! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2686515531692550450-2987059751999842370?l=jannchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/feeds/2987059751999842370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/11/us-against-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/2987059751999842370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/2987059751999842370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/11/us-against-world.html' title='Us against the world'/><author><name>nicolejann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01267917746587050485</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/-NkSN7LrJSPg/TsIpczk6UaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6qg6ztXpqP8/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-29%2Bat%2B23.33%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686515531692550450.post-9077495744122889854</id><published>2011-11-26T20:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T20:34:01.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're all in this together.</title><content type='html'>OH HI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only the first week of the holidays and i've got nothing to do. WHERE ARE ALL MY FRIENDS? Grrrrrrrr. I was thinking of doing some art and some writing but im not inspired or whatsoever. All i drew was some harry potter stuff. Self-confessed potter head. I like the Luna picture more cause she's my favourite character so yeah. Im gonna draw Neville soon. Okay. Im going to listen to High School Musical songs on Youtube. BYE! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U1vrNpUSTjE/TtDcSxSURFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/mrzXGnEj8TY/s1600/DSCF5814.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U1vrNpUSTjE/TtDcSxSURFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/mrzXGnEj8TY/s320/DSCF5814.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SOzGq1dgeJM/TtDcR-FeGNI/AAAAAAAAAs4/3WwIXp2CHs4/s1600/DSCF5808.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SOzGq1dgeJM/TtDcR-FeGNI/AAAAAAAAAs4/3WwIXp2CHs4/s320/DSCF5808.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2686515531692550450-9077495744122889854?l=jannchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/feeds/9077495744122889854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/11/were-all-in-this-together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/9077495744122889854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/9077495744122889854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/11/were-all-in-this-together.html' title='We&apos;re all in this together.'/><author><name>nicolejann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01267917746587050485</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/-NkSN7LrJSPg/TsIpczk6UaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6qg6ztXpqP8/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-29%2Bat%2B23.33%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U1vrNpUSTjE/TtDcSxSURFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/mrzXGnEj8TY/s72-c/DSCF5814.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686515531692550450.post-1432222611029585224</id><published>2011-11-18T00:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T00:30:38.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before we go our separate ways.</title><content type='html'>Oh hi.&lt;br /&gt;I've been filled with melancholy the entire day because it's the last day of my primary five year. I mean it's not my last year but it feels horrible that next year i'm gonna have to leave. Like for real. Not like a December holiday, it means gone forever, not learning there ever again. But the last day of school was great, other than some annoying idiot, my whole day has been FINE. That annoying idiot needs to learn the meaning of the word PRIVACY. Ohmygosh, I need to kill her someday. Seriously, i swear she...I need to chill. I LOVE 5COMPASSION and it's depressing that im going to 6Zeal next year. Not like i have anything against the class but i wish the whole of 5Compassion could end up in the same class again in primary6. Lol. That's impossible, i know it. Anyhow, &amp;nbsp;this year has been lotsa fun and love and excitement and happiness and sadness and...okay, i'll go on forever so bye. Shall post a picture of my rhino i got from ms tay tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2686515531692550450-1432222611029585224?l=jannchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/feeds/1432222611029585224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/11/before-we-go-our-separate-ways.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/1432222611029585224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/1432222611029585224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/11/before-we-go-our-separate-ways.html' title='Before we go our separate ways.'/><author><name>nicolejann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01267917746587050485</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/-NkSN7LrJSPg/TsIpczk6UaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6qg6ztXpqP8/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-29%2Bat%2B23.33%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686515531692550450.post-4241968542859809018</id><published>2011-11-07T14:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T14:24:46.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WE HAD FUN.</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;5th November was a blast. I really enjoyed my time at the funfair with Josephine, Fareen, Portia, Naja and Jessica!&lt;br /&gt;I reached school at approximately 10.45? Yeah. I was at the foyer, trying to look for Naja. She said it would be easy to spot her because she'll be in bright red (her garnet tee). But i stood there for like almost 10 minutes before spotting her at the parade ground, eating. So, i pulled her to the foyer where we ate nachos. It was delicious okay! Soon, Jessica arrived and we wandered around the parade ground,looking at the stores. At 11.20, Naja and i headed to the area outside the staff room to get our tags. We had duty. My duty was to go to the balloon sculpting booth. I was dutying( lol) with Isabelle and Jiawen. We talked alot and business was GOOD. Lots of balloons were burst and we talked more than we should. AND YOU KNOW WHAT. Josephine, Portia and Jessica were so nice. They waited Naja and I before doing stuff. My duty ended at 2.30. Then the whole gang waited for Naja and we went to sit on grass to take photos.&lt;br /&gt;Here are the photos we took:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TnEZhxTvvKs/Trd449QcLoI/AAAAAAAAArI/FZ4Qq-wC42g/s1600/IMG_0807.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TnEZhxTvvKs/Trd449QcLoI/AAAAAAAAArI/FZ4Qq-wC42g/s320/IMG_0807.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HlYT-UUgLdQ/Trd48U8EK6I/AAAAAAAAArQ/EtRoDoy2Yug/s1600/IMG_0808.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HlYT-UUgLdQ/Trd48U8EK6I/AAAAAAAAArQ/EtRoDoy2Yug/s320/IMG_0808.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hBCVNJMIOvo/Trd5Ab7OVfI/AAAAAAAAArY/QDyubcuSJ38/s1600/IMG_0810.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hBCVNJMIOvo/Trd5Ab7OVfI/AAAAAAAAArY/QDyubcuSJ38/s320/IMG_0810.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lKVFm0mZYgM/Trd5EO64OJI/AAAAAAAAArg/IetXv-eLdjQ/s1600/IMG_0813.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lKVFm0mZYgM/Trd5EO64OJI/AAAAAAAAArg/IetXv-eLdjQ/s320/IMG_0813.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Enep5lIFyb8/Trd5HCR3B7I/AAAAAAAAAro/AhYnXDRLqO0/s1600/IMG_0815.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Enep5lIFyb8/Trd5HCR3B7I/AAAAAAAAAro/AhYnXDRLqO0/s320/IMG_0815.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yep. So i have to end the post here. I LOVE EVERY ONE OF MY FRIENDS. BYEEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2686515531692550450-4241968542859809018?l=jannchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/feeds/4241968542859809018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/11/we-had-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/4241968542859809018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/4241968542859809018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/11/we-had-fun.html' title='WE HAD FUN.'/><author><name>nicolejann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01267917746587050485</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/-NkSN7LrJSPg/TsIpczk6UaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6qg6ztXpqP8/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-29%2Bat%2B23.33%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TnEZhxTvvKs/Trd449QcLoI/AAAAAAAAArI/FZ4Qq-wC42g/s72-c/IMG_0807.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686515531692550450.post-7027094643059600083</id><published>2011-11-01T14:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T14:52:38.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outrun my gun.</title><content type='html'>HELLO. &lt;br /&gt;Well, guess what! Today's chinese which means tomorrow is science which means IT'S THE FREAKING LAST EXAM. Woooo! Yesterday was math. I know I'm gonna like fail or get 50+ urgh. I hate all these sudden forgetfulness. I was reading all these stupid problems and then I was thinking: hmm. I know this question. But just as I was about to write my answer, my awesome mind went blank. SENSE THE SARCASM PLEASE. Naja had this forgetfulness thing too. We high-fived and said we won't go to compassion or humility. Not that the other classes are bad, they're just not as good y'know. OH WELL. so Chinese was quite easy? I mean it was easier than expected. But I don't wanna get too excited. Holidays are coming soon. I don't wanna countdown cause i want to come and then be like 'woah! Holidays are HEREEEE!' Hahaha. Ok. Bye. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2686515531692550450-7027094643059600083?l=jannchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/feeds/7027094643059600083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/11/outrun-my-gun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/7027094643059600083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/7027094643059600083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/11/outrun-my-gun.html' title='Outrun my gun.'/><author><name>nicolejann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01267917746587050485</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/-NkSN7LrJSPg/TsIpczk6UaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6qg6ztXpqP8/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-29%2Bat%2B23.33%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686515531692550450.post-8143360362160394572</id><published>2011-10-30T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T22:30:56.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RUMOR HAS IT.</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was pretty awesome. Went for dinner with family which includes Jiejie, mummy, Kongkong, Wang jiejie. I'm super stuffed because i dont know why.  So today was my last day of catechism for L5. It was the best last day ever. Uncle Lawrence, aka my catechism teacher, brought us to Salted Caramel to hav ice-cream as a treat. WOO! He's been a great teacher, maybe a mentor too. Lol. I enjoyed this whole L5 year. I definitely laughed alot! WOOHOO FOR L5 YEAR AGAIN! &lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we went for dinner with Kongkong as I have said earlier. It was a hearty dinner I guess? Then we headed to Domes at Bishan community centre. Kongkong told us about his childhood and his experience on the Japanese world war. IT WAS FREAKING INTERESTING OKAY! Mummy then suggested that I could write a bio about kongkong's life since I wanted to write a book before sixteen. Whether it gets published or not, it would be a rousing experience. HEHE. okay bye. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fY6VPGCDwfM/Tq1fnjPkqzI/AAAAAAAAAqo/6mOY_-ZXlv0/s640/blogger-image-414743723.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fY6VPGCDwfM/Tq1fnjPkqzI/AAAAAAAAAqo/6mOY_-ZXlv0/s640/blogger-image-414743723.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2686515531692550450-8143360362160394572?l=jannchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/feeds/8143360362160394572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/10/rumor-has-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/8143360362160394572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/8143360362160394572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/10/rumor-has-it.html' title='RUMOR HAS IT.'/><author><name>nicolejann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01267917746587050485</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/-NkSN7LrJSPg/TsIpczk6UaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6qg6ztXpqP8/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-29%2Bat%2B23.33%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fY6VPGCDwfM/Tq1fnjPkqzI/AAAAAAAAAqo/6mOY_-ZXlv0/s72-c/blogger-image-414743723.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686515531692550450.post-903003759102843555</id><published>2011-10-28T20:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:14:01.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BY THE WAY</title><content type='html'>Hiii.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, second time im blogging today. I've noticed. I forgot to blog about the school's funfair. I probably mention this (awesome) event on any post. HERE GOES: Toda, i volunteered myself, together with naja, to help with my school's funfair. OH YEAH. The school is gonna RAISE FUNDS for our upgrading thingy. Yea. I'M EXCITED AND I FEEL ECSTATIC. I'm weird. :/ Anyway, to the VERY VERY few people who read my blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;CAN YOU PLEASE COME?&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait y'know. There's gonna be 90% chance that there is gonna be STARBUCKS. COOLCOOLCOOL. Then there's gonna be a lucky draw and people can win pretty cool stuff like electronic devices and fantastic prizes. Plus, there will be&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;FOOD &lt;/u&gt;, which is the most important of the most important. HEEE. I CANT WAITTT! Shall see Portia, Naja and Jessica and other AWESOME people. im hyped.&lt;br /&gt;BYE! *smiley face* SMILE NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2686515531692550450-903003759102843555?l=jannchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/feeds/903003759102843555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/10/by-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/903003759102843555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/903003759102843555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/10/by-way.html' title='BY THE WAY'/><author><name>nicolejann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01267917746587050485</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/-NkSN7LrJSPg/TsIpczk6UaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6qg6ztXpqP8/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-29%2Bat%2B23.33%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686515531692550450.post-7527710837684584087</id><published>2011-10-28T15:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T15:14:40.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sealed my fate</title><content type='html'>HELLO. &lt;br /&gt;Yep. Today was English and it was okay. One or two confusing questions but everything else was acceptable I guess? I swear I checked my paper for a million and one times. Oh yeah. While doing the paper, you could hear all the primary four class monitors screaming and 'shh!'ing at the class. It was funny and I was trying to control my laughter. Lucky I didn't burst out laughing. I would get a HUGE zero for my favourite subject. Oh my, I would die. Be so DEVASTATED! &lt;br /&gt;Okay. I shall start with my studying for math now. Btw, do you know that there's no such thing as pink? As in the colour. Its called minus green. This thing is physics. Go watch on YouTube, 'minute physics: there is not pink. INTERESTING MUCH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2686515531692550450-7527710837684584087?l=jannchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/feeds/7527710837684584087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/10/sealed-my-fate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/7527710837684584087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/7527710837684584087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/10/sealed-my-fate.html' title='Sealed my fate'/><author><name>nicolejann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01267917746587050485</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/-NkSN7LrJSPg/TsIpczk6UaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6qg6ztXpqP8/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-29%2Bat%2B23.33%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686515531692550450.post-7704417804794751617</id><published>2011-10-27T22:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T22:41:54.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wingardium Leviosa</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Friday. You know what day it is right? It's my English SA2! Yep. The long-awaited SA2s are finally here. I can't wait for the whole thin to be over. &lt;br /&gt;Thus, I hereby make a mental reminder  to myself to study HARD so that I get good enough marks(: &lt;br /&gt;Byee! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2686515531692550450-7704417804794751617?l=jannchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/feeds/7704417804794751617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/10/wingardium-leviosa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/7704417804794751617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/7704417804794751617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/10/wingardium-leviosa.html' title='Wingardium Leviosa'/><author><name>nicolejann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01267917746587050485</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/-NkSN7LrJSPg/TsIpczk6UaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6qg6ztXpqP8/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-29%2Bat%2B23.33%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686515531692550450.post-1225485240413450484</id><published>2011-10-26T18:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T18:29:36.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LUMOS.</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;I will be studying like hardcore soon. I was just thinking how it sucks that my school's library will be closed until the end of the year. I like it there. The aircon is wonderful. The books are quite nice. It's so peaceful there. I miss the school library. It also sucks that the public library is closed today. But oh well. Bye. I should return to my studying...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2686515531692550450-1225485240413450484?l=jannchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/feeds/1225485240413450484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/10/lumos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/1225485240413450484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/1225485240413450484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/10/lumos.html' title='LUMOS.'/><author><name>nicolejann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01267917746587050485</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/-NkSN7LrJSPg/TsIpczk6UaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6qg6ztXpqP8/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-29%2Bat%2B23.33%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686515531692550450.post-498022069607285092</id><published>2011-10-24T21:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T21:23:19.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALAS!</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing worth knowing in my life, it's pretty...idyllic. I guess. I chopped off my long hair. It's now shoulder-length.Anyway, today i got back my math pretest. I have to say, I'm pretty disappointed. I tried my best but I still failed my math pretest. By TWO FREAKING MARKS. Boohoohoo. Sigh...what has happened has already happened so I suppose there's no turning back. Let's just hope I get WAYYY higher than that for the real thing. Speaking of which, Friday is my English exam. Woot and next Wednesday, it all ends. (lol. Likea Harry potter.) I can't wait. Afterwards, I'll be going to Naja's house to plan the story and maybe think about why to do with extra room...YEP. I can't wait. *doing my happy dance*! &lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Guess what? I found a word and the word is 'brouhaha'. Fascinating right?!?!? What a weird word. Okay, bye. Needa study. Nerd attack! BOO! okay. Seriously, bye. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YwmaG7R2SLg/TqVmxjtpTYI/AAAAAAAAAo0/WG4am91Pj8M/s640/blogger-image-1948463023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YwmaG7R2SLg/TqVmxjtpTYI/AAAAAAAAAo0/WG4am91Pj8M/s640/blogger-image-1948463023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2686515531692550450-498022069607285092?l=jannchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/feeds/498022069607285092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/10/alas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/498022069607285092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/498022069607285092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/10/alas.html' title='ALAS!'/><author><name>nicolejann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01267917746587050485</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/-NkSN7LrJSPg/TsIpczk6UaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6qg6ztXpqP8/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-29%2Bat%2B23.33%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YwmaG7R2SLg/TqVmxjtpTYI/AAAAAAAAAo0/WG4am91Pj8M/s72-c/blogger-image-1948463023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686515531692550450.post-8206785063731809383</id><published>2011-10-04T17:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T17:34:06.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melodious music.</title><content type='html'>Hi. Today was a wondrous day. But I'll talk about that later. &lt;br /&gt;A few days ago. Okay, fine. On Sunday, I, with Korkor and Jiejie to church to help out with the childrens' day thing. It seemed like it was better than last year. They probably increased their budget. And it was more spacious. Like seriously. So. Much. More! I helped with the tattoo alongside with Jiejie. There were a few pretty cute kiddiessss. Urgh. Which brings me back to the little girl who called me aunty. Seriously, do I look that old? I'm primary five. Spare me! Imma kid tooooo! Pfft. It's okay, no one said life was going to be fair. From that (damn) experience, i think most kids call people  who are older than them aunty in in general. &lt;br /&gt;Soooo, let's talk about today shall we? Cause I can't wait. Today I went to toapayoh community centre to entertain and to reach out to the elderly in some old folks home. There were like soooo many senior citizens there. And I was excited cause I like old people. They're cute really! Yep. So we kinda performed. My class sang yue liang dai biao wo de xin and yesterday,once more. The elderly looked like they enjoyed it. Yay! Then we played bingo and I was exhausted from yelling for the number that I want. It was sad though. But there was also a lucky draw which was awesome and fun! I was super exasperated because like I waited soooo long. Then there was a miracle!! My granny's number was called out and I ran like a madman or rather woman to the front to take the ntuc voucher. I am mentally disabled. Yeah. All in all, it was a really awesome day. I'm glad I made the old folks happy(: sad saying goodbye to them. We made them happy which means MISSION ACCOMPLISH! Okay, shall go now. &lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GNNYJxyAH-8/TorPuugJ32I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/eRxoBucjynY/s640/blogger-image-1930844672.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GNNYJxyAH-8/TorPuugJ32I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/eRxoBucjynY/s640/blogger-image-1930844672.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2686515531692550450-8206785063731809383?l=jannchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/feeds/8206785063731809383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/10/melodious-music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/8206785063731809383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/8206785063731809383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/10/melodious-music.html' title='Melodious music.'/><author><name>nicolejann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01267917746587050485</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/-NkSN7LrJSPg/TsIpczk6UaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6qg6ztXpqP8/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-29%2Bat%2B23.33%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GNNYJxyAH-8/TorPuugJ32I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/eRxoBucjynY/s72-c/blogger-image-1930844672.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686515531692550450.post-5991210998475730463</id><published>2011-09-30T18:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T18:35:37.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiling till my damn cheeks hurt. Possible? Yes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ysZjVRKSl7Y/ToWbJVFljVI/AAAAAAAAAoM/vnUidxP2kK8/s1600/Photo+on+2011-09-17+at+19.54.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ysZjVRKSl7Y/ToWbJVFljVI/AAAAAAAAAoM/vnUidxP2kK8/s320/Photo+on+2011-09-17+at+19.54.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;See my shirt? I love it so much i could marry it. Come to think of it, should i? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Its been decades since i blogged. That's because i have nothing to talk about! So, if you want me to blog, give me some adventure in life. I hate going through the same cycle e.v.e.r.y.d.a.y. It's getting...old. But today i'm exceptionally exuberant. &amp;nbsp;You know why? Here goes my fair maidens and young mens.&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty cold out there, in the morning i mean. Now it's like scorching hot. We had our usual lessons. Which means me, trying my best to pay attention. Btw, i'm getting the hang of it. ;) And my partner getting distracted by stuff. So, after my entire mother tongue, my cher decided to go through our compos. Obviously i was high la. Composition is like my favourite thing in the whole English language. So, i heard my cher say me name. And me, being a little bit blur, didn't know what it was all about. Then, my cher said that she had three good compos . First, she read Portia's, which was great. Then, little did i know, she read MINE. And she liked mine alot. Can you feel me grinning from my ear to my other freaking ear? YES. My life is made, full stop. Can you believe it?! It's like my dream for a teacher to say my writing is good. I love writing. Plus, i guess a little goes a long way. I'm motivated y'know! Just blogging about it makes myself filled with raptures. I love this day. You might think it's pretty stupid, but i'm like that. Deal with it or else get out. (: CAN I GET A HIP HIP HOORAY?&lt;br /&gt;BYE! :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2686515531692550450-5991210998475730463?l=jannchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/feeds/5991210998475730463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/09/smiling-till-my-damn-cheeks-hurt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/5991210998475730463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/5991210998475730463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/09/smiling-till-my-damn-cheeks-hurt.html' title='Smiling till my damn cheeks hurt. Possible? Yes.'/><author><name>nicolejann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01267917746587050485</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/-NkSN7LrJSPg/TsIpczk6UaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6qg6ztXpqP8/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-29%2Bat%2B23.33%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ysZjVRKSl7Y/ToWbJVFljVI/AAAAAAAAAoM/vnUidxP2kK8/s72-c/Photo+on+2011-09-17+at+19.54.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686515531692550450.post-6860859094123089164</id><published>2011-09-24T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T14:33:05.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me what you wanna hear.</title><content type='html'>Hi. It's been pretty long since i was here. I took some time of studying because i've got no energy because i haven't eaten yet plus im really hungry. SA2s are around the corner and i'm soooo not prepared. I'm keep telling myself to expect the worst but don't doubt the best yet i dont quite believe myself. STRESSED. I have to try to keep up with the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, life's been okay. Meanwhile, i will keep praying, hoping that everything would be fine. So bye.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7LBLBN7yeo/Tn15KOGeJRI/AAAAAAAAAoI/KtjkyOK8Pjo/s1600/308801_10150294858865418_698850417_7962650_29903933_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7LBLBN7yeo/Tn15KOGeJRI/AAAAAAAAAoI/KtjkyOK8Pjo/s320/308801_10150294858865418_698850417_7962650_29903933_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2686515531692550450-6860859094123089164?l=jannchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/feeds/6860859094123089164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/09/tell-me-what-you-wanna-hear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/6860859094123089164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/6860859094123089164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/09/tell-me-what-you-wanna-hear.html' title='Tell me what you wanna hear.'/><author><name>nicolejann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01267917746587050485</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/-NkSN7LrJSPg/TsIpczk6UaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6qg6ztXpqP8/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-29%2Bat%2B23.33%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7LBLBN7yeo/Tn15KOGeJRI/AAAAAAAAAoI/KtjkyOK8Pjo/s72-c/308801_10150294858865418_698850417_7962650_29903933_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686515531692550450.post-5487795787973383936</id><published>2011-09-19T22:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T22:47:40.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To fly is like a blessing</title><content type='html'>Hi. I love fooood. Heh. So, i had oral today and it was terrible. My tester is Mrs Rajan/Ms Marilyn Joseph and honestly, she is pretty intimidating. I heard that she is quite strict with the marks. Bleagh. Just my luck. I can't believe i said erm two timeeeessssss. I. Am. Screwed. I try not to think about it since it's over but i can't help but to regret and regret and keep on regretting. Sometimes, i wish we could undo all the mistakes we have and start over. Wouldn't that be greatttt? Plus i just realized another mistakes i made during my (screwed) oral and it is i called a MAN, a BOY. It's a freaking humongous difference. GAH. I demand a time machine. ): Tomorrow is mother tongue and i dont mind. BUT I HAVE TWO TESTERS. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;What can be more awkward and weird than thatttt. Praying and praying for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, ii should be studying for my oral. My sister is seriously abnormal. Not okay. Crazyyyy! And she's learning guitar.At least she has something to do during her holssss. I really miss holidays. The long sleeps. The endless How I Met Your Mother and other shows episodes. The lazing around. The reading. The time. And then before you know it, it all ends. The holidays, just vanished into thin air and you gotta start studying again. Okay. Abrupt way of ending but bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bU3vSV2Qyg8/TndVrewTlEI/AAAAAAAAAoE/A9hjx-6m_gQ/s1600/311453_10150294841325418_698850417_7962294_953941249_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bU3vSV2Qyg8/TndVrewTlEI/AAAAAAAAAoE/A9hjx-6m_gQ/s320/311453_10150294841325418_698850417_7962294_953941249_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gotta love the picture.&lt;br /&gt;More pictures of Bangkok since my sister finally posted them on FB&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2686515531692550450-5487795787973383936?l=jannchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/feeds/5487795787973383936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/09/to-fly-is-like-blessing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/5487795787973383936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/5487795787973383936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/09/to-fly-is-like-blessing.html' title='To fly is like a blessing'/><author><name>nicolejann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01267917746587050485</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/-NkSN7LrJSPg/TsIpczk6UaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6qg6ztXpqP8/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-29%2Bat%2B23.33%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bU3vSV2Qyg8/TndVrewTlEI/AAAAAAAAAoE/A9hjx-6m_gQ/s72-c/311453_10150294841325418_698850417_7962294_953941249_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686515531692550450.post-3043884462713136259</id><published>2011-09-18T22:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T22:53:48.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm walking my unicorn.</title><content type='html'>Hi. It's 10.45pm. I'm really cranky and stressed out. I'm too lazy to study for oral even though i should. You're probably thinking 'GO SLEEP LA!' but no, truth is i can't. I have to wait for my momma to get home. I wanna remind her &amp;nbsp;about something. These few days, i can't thinking about Pretty Little Liars. I want the new episodes to come out. I'm hungry too. But i'm too lazy to get food. I NEED MOTIVATION. That's what i need. I am praying and praying that i will not stutter or do something stupid so that i will do well and not embarrass myself in front of the teacher. Cross fingerssssss too.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Shall end this here. Goodbye and wish everyone luck for whatever tests that they're having tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpAcDmzIuag/TnYFtem6qxI/AAAAAAAAAn4/Ow0Op0f_a4A/s1600/IMG_0298+-+Version+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpAcDmzIuag/TnYFtem6qxI/AAAAAAAAAn4/Ow0Op0f_a4A/s320/IMG_0298+-+Version+2.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We look ridiculous and the picture is blurry. &lt;br /&gt;NAJA TOOK IT!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2686515531692550450-3043884462713136259?l=jannchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/feeds/3043884462713136259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-walking-my-unicorn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/3043884462713136259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/3043884462713136259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-walking-my-unicorn.html' title='I&apos;m walking my unicorn.'/><author><name>nicolejann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01267917746587050485</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/-NkSN7LrJSPg/TsIpczk6UaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6qg6ztXpqP8/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-29%2Bat%2B23.33%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpAcDmzIuag/TnYFtem6qxI/AAAAAAAAAn4/Ow0Op0f_a4A/s72-c/IMG_0298+-+Version+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686515531692550450.post-4086685287902964156</id><published>2011-09-17T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T18:33:33.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If two can keep a secret, means one of them is dead.</title><content type='html'>Hi. I'm spending my Saturday at home, watching Pretty Little Liars and studying. The show is getting more and more exciting. I wonder who the heck is A. I pity the little brother of Aria, he's like going through soooo much. So sad. )': Urgh and i swear Hana's stepsister is evilllll. I should stop talking about the show. But my studying is going downhill. I need to study harder!!!!! Hahahaha. Okay, bye. I wanna fully understand the whole show.&amp;nbsp;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-02X4hb2ktHE/TnR2kO8fqJI/AAAAAAAAAnw/rE4N4ypEVOg/s1600/IMG_0375.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-02X4hb2ktHE/TnR2kO8fqJI/AAAAAAAAAnw/rE4N4ypEVOg/s320/IMG_0375.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My current wallpaper, it was during P5 camp. I had the time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;From left: Me, Naja and then MyungJoo(:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2686515531692550450-4086685287902964156?l=jannchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/feeds/4086685287902964156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-two-can-keep-secret-means-one-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/4086685287902964156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/4086685287902964156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-two-can-keep-secret-means-one-of.html' title='If two can keep a secret, means one of them is dead.'/><author><name>nicolejann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01267917746587050485</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/-NkSN7LrJSPg/TsIpczk6UaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6qg6ztXpqP8/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-29%2Bat%2B23.33%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-02X4hb2ktHE/TnR2kO8fqJI/AAAAAAAAAnw/rE4N4ypEVOg/s72-c/IMG_0375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686515531692550450.post-5646511941712672165</id><published>2011-09-16T16:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T16:33:22.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life is kinda boring, it's something that i can confess.</title><content type='html'>Holla. Wanna know something funny? I woke up crying from a dream. So in the dream, I got so angry with my sister, i left house and mummy and daddy found me. Freaks me out a lot. I wiped my tears on the blanket and went back to sleep again. EEEK, oral is in like three days. As much as i hate to think about it, i have to. It's the only way to remind myself i need to study for it. ☹ I wish that i can remember most of the things my teachers taught me. So stress, most of time, that i feel the need to pull my hair and this is gonna get crazy but i need to punish myself. Crazy right? Yes, I'm like that. Maybe i work best under pressure? I don't know. Mummy doesn't have any expectations from me, just do your best. It's not because of her i'm like that. It's my own expectations that make me like that. Bleagh. I need to go to the mental hospital already. Call for the ambulance. Anyway, i'm gonna to swim with my sister like soon. So YEPP. Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wradVziQkX4/TnMJu10RHjI/AAAAAAAAAnc/UGIgeDNpg2M/s1600/Photo+on+2011-09-16+at+16.02+%25232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wradVziQkX4/TnMJu10RHjI/AAAAAAAAAnc/UGIgeDNpg2M/s320/Photo+on+2011-09-16+at+16.02+%25232.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2686515531692550450-5646511941712672165?l=jannchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/feeds/5646511941712672165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-life-is-kinda-boring-its-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/5646511941712672165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/5646511941712672165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-life-is-kinda-boring-its-something.html' title='My life is kinda boring, it&apos;s something that i can confess.'/><author><name>nicolejann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01267917746587050485</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/-NkSN7LrJSPg/TsIpczk6UaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6qg6ztXpqP8/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-29%2Bat%2B23.33%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wradVziQkX4/TnMJu10RHjI/AAAAAAAAAnc/UGIgeDNpg2M/s72-c/Photo+on+2011-09-16+at+16.02+%25232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686515531692550450.post-799319052488151709</id><published>2011-09-15T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T22:43:35.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got a secret, gotta keep it.</title><content type='html'>I've been watching Pretty Little Liars and if you don't know what that show is, you NEED to watch it. It's &amp;nbsp;phenomenal(: Very exciting too. Heh. Yes, im gonna watch it later. I need some rest after studying. Geeeeeeeesh. There was so freaking many homework to do today. I'm happy i finished them already.Which means all i need to do this weekend is to revise ORAL!&lt;br /&gt;You know what i hate about oral? That nervous feeling you get just before it's your turn to sit on that damn table. Then when its all over, i have to remind myself that i have another one the next day. -.- Why did i even talk about this? My heart i beating so fast likea im having a heart attack. So right now, im sipping away my favourite soy bean milk from thomson road's supposedly famous store. Ilove that the store is actually 24 hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--tO_OSSj1VA/TnIOKGZJihI/AAAAAAAAAnY/hla3kwYSf2w/s1600/Photo+on+2011-09-15+at+21.51.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--tO_OSSj1VA/TnIOKGZJihI/AAAAAAAAAnY/hla3kwYSf2w/s320/Photo+on+2011-09-15+at+21.51.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;MY AWESOME SOY BEAN MILK. It taste so awesome, it's almost impossible to hate it. Anywho, i decided to change my blog design to this. I find it pretty so deal with it nigga. *takes out gun* Okay, shall end my post here cause i really need to pee. Bye. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i wonder why i had to announce that to this thing. i'm weird. High-five?&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/2686515531692550450-799319052488151709?l=jannchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/feeds/799319052488151709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/09/got-secret-gotta-keep-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/799319052488151709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/799319052488151709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/09/got-secret-gotta-keep-it.html' title='Got a secret, gotta keep it.'/><author><name>nicolejann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01267917746587050485</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/-NkSN7LrJSPg/TsIpczk6UaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6qg6ztXpqP8/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-29%2Bat%2B23.33%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--tO_OSSj1VA/TnIOKGZJihI/AAAAAAAAAnY/hla3kwYSf2w/s72-c/Photo+on+2011-09-15+at+21.51.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686515531692550450.post-6965093550774739684</id><published>2011-09-14T14:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T14:23:12.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just might let me go</title><content type='html'>Hi. Yep. I guess yesterday's entry wa a little awkward. Providing the fact that I don't say much of what I think. Blegh. So, today was pretty boring. Ms Tay didn't come to school therefore some teacher who,in my opinion, can't really teach well took over ms tay's lessons. Life as class monitor, actually ter didn't much to do. I have nothing to talk about. Ohoh, recently I've been crazzzzy about Tangled or Rapunzel songs. My title of today's entry is from Tangled and it's called 'When will my life begin?'. Wonderful and lovelyyyy song. Hehehehehehe. I think I'm quite immature. It's okay. I shall console myself by saying nobody's perfect then. Btw I find this picture below so pretty and floral-ly. Find this on floralls on Tumblr. Byebye. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0_lvDrO4tnE/TnBIT5Cq0NI/AAAAAAAAAm4/n4usiLIR0BA/s640/blogger-image--893393038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0_lvDrO4tnE/TnBIT5Cq0NI/AAAAAAAAAm4/n4usiLIR0BA/s640/blogger-image--893393038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2686515531692550450-6965093550774739684?l=jannchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/feeds/6965093550774739684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-might-let-me-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/6965093550774739684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/6965093550774739684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-might-let-me-go.html' title='Just might let me go'/><author><name>nicolejann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01267917746587050485</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/-NkSN7LrJSPg/TsIpczk6UaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6qg6ztXpqP8/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-29%2Bat%2B23.33%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0_lvDrO4tnE/TnBIT5Cq0NI/AAAAAAAAAm4/n4usiLIR0BA/s72-c/blogger-image--893393038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686515531692550450.post-4595139149742103779</id><published>2011-09-14T00:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T00:42:19.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulling at my clothes, trying to look busy</title><content type='html'>Hi. Me again. Let's take now as the 13th. Okay? I'm tired. I hate thinking about all this things happening in the world. I used to see the world as such a nice, GOOD place. But now I feel like I know too much for my age. I hope there is another place other than Earth where humans can live in. Like you know I wanna escape. Why is it like this? Why can't the world change for the better? Everything I screwed. I am screwd. She is screwed. He is screwed. We are screwed. I wanna run but i don't know where. No where seems safe at all. I know what I want for my future and I am not gonna let you or whoever it is destroy it. After knowing all those stuff, it's like I might as well be like a caged animal because everything has something that is wrong. It scares me. I'm actually scared when the correct thinking is to not be. But I've been the doing the correct things for so long, I don't know whether I'm suppose to follow my heart or follow what is right or what is wrong to be right. See it's screwed, you whom is reading this might not even understand. I'm gonna become a lunatic or crazy person soon I swear. Urgh. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2686515531692550450-4595139149742103779?l=jannchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/feeds/4595139149742103779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/09/pulling-at-my-clothes-trying-to-look.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/4595139149742103779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/4595139149742103779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/09/pulling-at-my-clothes-trying-to-look.html' title='Pulling at my clothes, trying to look busy'/><author><name>nicolejann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01267917746587050485</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/-NkSN7LrJSPg/TsIpczk6UaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6qg6ztXpqP8/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-29%2Bat%2B23.33%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686515531692550450.post-2637541344048715278</id><published>2011-09-13T19:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T19:26:17.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take these broken wings and learn to fly.</title><content type='html'>Hello. Right now I'm diligently studying-I have prove. Picture rightttttttt at the bottom I think. I ain't no lying but I just took a break even though start studying like what 45 minutes ago. I get distracted by this like almost ever since I have it(confession). &lt;br /&gt;So going on, here's details of my what happen in bursting with adventure life. Just kidding but seriously(this line from Nigahiga). &lt;br /&gt;I woke up like early in the morning-6am. I decided to give myself a treat by sleeping 5 more minutes and luckily I didt overslept. Otherwise I have to beg mummy to let me take a taxi to school or something. Then i reached school around what time? 6.55? Yeah. I reached there and everyone was standing up most prob going up to class cuz idk. So I followed and had to take the class attendance with my other class monitor. The classroom was locked so we kinda had to wait outside for like 10minutes. Finally the class door was opened and we rushed in likea pack of sardines. Hi ms Tay, I used your good phrases. Yep. After ms Tay came up to class, I asked her to check the attendance list which was perfect. Hi-five mah friend! I ran down to put the attendance down and since I was told to take the newspapers I headed to the teachers' staircase. My heart like came up to my throat when I saw that the newspaper for my class wasn't there. But in the end someone from the class already took it. Thanks for not telling me that you knew classmates. It was a really cooperative action. After a loong time of waiting, ms Tay finally gave out our compos. And come on clap like seals with me for a little while cause I gotta 30/40 for my compooooo! HOLLAAAA! I never got 30 and above before so it means it's a good sign. Seeing that makes my day equals made. School alllllll the way till 4pm. My sister was at my school with my brother to pick me up. Not like they were that nice...my sister wanted to be a relieve teacher so she came ma li mao. Btw for those who don't know that's my school's name in Chinese...I think. Lol. Alright I neeeeed to go back and study. 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I'm really blogging more after I downloaded this app. Pity is I dont type much. It looks like alot here but not on the computer right? Heh. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this morning was the first day of school ever since the September holidays, which needless to say was great and funtastic. The principal told us to study hard especially for the primary sixes for their PSLE is around the corner. Then we headed to class. Lessons officially started for term 4. I like first days of school cause we get to choose our new group mates. But then my teacher wants us to partner classmates that will we can benefit from-according to her. So lucky for me, Naja was strong in the subjects I'm horrible at and I'm strong in the subjects she's horrible at. (: Sigh~but my teacher had to exchange the sits with the pair in front of me cause they can't sit together. Probably cause they won't really benefit much. Fortunately, I'm still in the same group as Naja. Hooray! &lt;br /&gt;Then, start of term four and we definately need new class monitors. I didn't nominate myself but I got nominated and now, I'm a class monitor with Ankitha:3 Alright, that is pretty much how exciting my day was. Before I end this thing, don't think imma bootlicker or however you spell it okay. I'm really good at bootlicking(confession) but I don't bother to bootlick teachers. So if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say at all pleaseeeeee. Thanks. Bye. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Vz0lWYBWPMg/Tm4ZkKA6SGI/AAAAAAAAAms/SpreKCY_46M/s640/blogger-image-1157805615.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Vz0lWYBWPMg/Tm4ZkKA6SGI/AAAAAAAAAms/SpreKCY_46M/s640/blogger-image-1157805615.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2686515531692550450-2216318109461880891?l=jannchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/feeds/2216318109461880891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/09/and-take-me-away-make-it-okay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/2216318109461880891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/2216318109461880891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/09/and-take-me-away-make-it-okay.html' title='And take me away, make it okay.'/><author><name>nicolejann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01267917746587050485</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/-NkSN7LrJSPg/TsIpczk6UaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6qg6ztXpqP8/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-29%2Bat%2B23.33%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Vz0lWYBWPMg/Tm4ZkKA6SGI/AAAAAAAAAms/SpreKCY_46M/s72-c/blogger-image-1157805615.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686515531692550450.post-3527794773973796959</id><published>2011-09-11T22:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T22:08:43.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every beautiful song is already sung.</title><content type='html'>Hey. Once again, I'm back. I went to my grandpa's house for dinner and watched the documentry with him. Yep. School's tomorrow. There is not much to be excited about. Other than the writing that we're gonna do, nothing else is gonna fun. Another term of boringness and I'm done. For this year. Right now, I'm just waiting for my sister to come out of the toilet so I can shower as usual. So leaves me no choice but to blog twice in a day to kill my boredom. My eyes are closing and my sister is out of te toilet. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2686515531692550450-3527794773973796959?l=jannchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/feeds/3527794773973796959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/09/every-beautiful-song-is-already-sung.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/3527794773973796959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/3527794773973796959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/09/every-beautiful-song-is-already-sung.html' title='Every beautiful song is already sung.'/><author><name>nicolejann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01267917746587050485</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/-NkSN7LrJSPg/TsIpczk6UaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6qg6ztXpqP8/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-29%2Bat%2B23.33%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686515531692550450.post-7117329804455670393</id><published>2011-09-11T11:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T22:02:30.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you have a heart at all?</title><content type='html'>Gooooood morning. My morning isnt really good actually. I mean no morning is good if you're actually woken up by a nightmare. My heart is beating super fast now, probably faster than th fastest marathon runner on Earth. The date today is September 11. We all know what happened on this day back in 2001 right? The World Trade Centre in New York burned and crashed down. Its so devastating. It's almost impossible not to cry when thinking about those people,who were innocent, die. Anyway, I'm gonna watch channel news Asia at 8pm to watch the 9/11 documentry. &lt;br /&gt;Urgh. I feel like I'm a maniac. It's like I'm talking to myself on this blog. No one reads this. Oh welll. Bye. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-KTUCZvGNedw/TmwuB8ETyII/AAAAAAAAAmo/PWWuEWmzgBM/s640/blogger-image-1176373614.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-KTUCZvGNedw/TmwuB8ETyII/AAAAAAAAAmo/PWWuEWmzgBM/s640/blogger-image-1176373614.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2686515531692550450-7117329804455670393?l=jannchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/feeds/7117329804455670393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/09/do-you-have-heart-at-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/7117329804455670393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/7117329804455670393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/09/do-you-have-heart-at-all.html' title='Do you have a heart at all?'/><author><name>nicolejann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01267917746587050485</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/-NkSN7LrJSPg/TsIpczk6UaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6qg6ztXpqP8/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-29%2Bat%2B23.33%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-KTUCZvGNedw/TmwuB8ETyII/AAAAAAAAAmo/PWWuEWmzgBM/s72-c/blogger-image-1176373614.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686515531692550450.post-5374037202601944038</id><published>2011-09-11T04:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T04:14:37.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the middle of the night.</title><content type='html'>Hi. I'm back. Its 4am in the morning and I'm not asleep. Who's to blame? Pretty Little Liars. It's too addictive. I think about it everyday of my September hols. Urgh. Get. Out. Of. My. Head. Okay. Thou shalt sleep now. Btw, I'm trying this new blogger app-quite cool. Maybe I'll motivate me more to blog? Hmmm. &lt;br /&gt;Bye then. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-d2zzXTSyZgw/TmvE6nmCS7I/AAAAAAAAAmk/XLSt_1ImE6I/s640/blogger-image-463428451.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-d2zzXTSyZgw/TmvE6nmCS7I/AAAAAAAAAmk/XLSt_1ImE6I/s640/blogger-image-463428451.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2686515531692550450-5374037202601944038?l=jannchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/feeds/5374037202601944038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-wonder-till-i-wide-awake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/5374037202601944038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/5374037202601944038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-wonder-till-i-wide-awake.html' title='In the middle of the night.'/><author><name>nicolejann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01267917746587050485</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/-NkSN7LrJSPg/TsIpczk6UaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6qg6ztXpqP8/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-29%2Bat%2B23.33%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-d2zzXTSyZgw/TmvE6nmCS7I/AAAAAAAAAmk/XLSt_1ImE6I/s72-c/blogger-image-463428451.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686515531692550450.post-507875253834250353</id><published>2011-07-02T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T19:29:13.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcoming myself back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So, i'm back from such an ultra-long time. &amp;nbsp;Now, i'm an eleven year old girl. &amp;nbsp;When i started having my blog i was like nine or eight. I deleted all my older post cause i just felt like starting all over again. Even though i have no idea why i am starting this blog again, i would post stuff when i'm bored. No one will read this anyway as long as i know. :/ I feel terrible and awkward.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Going off now,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Jann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2686515531692550450-507875253834250353?l=jannchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/feeds/507875253834250353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/07/welcoming-myself-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/507875253834250353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2686515531692550450/posts/default/507875253834250353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannchia.blogspot.com/2011/07/welcoming-myself-back.html' title='Welcoming myself back.'/><author><name>nicolejann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01267917746587050485</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/-NkSN7LrJSPg/TsIpczk6UaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6qg6ztXpqP8/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-29%2Bat%2B23.33%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
