<?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-8338920</id><updated>2011-08-02T19:26:50.293+01:00</updated><category term='The good old days in concord...'/><category term='Our Little Puppy'/><category term='This pic is so scenic'/><category term='Sunset...It just brings back so many memories...'/><category term='Me n My Baby on our Valentine&apos;s Day Dinner'/><category term='Awe... 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Trying to finish writing up my Periodontology Longitudinal Report. It's killing me man!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i can easily finish it in a few hours producing a crappy job. But I wanna ace it. I wanna get an 'A' for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Smoking, Oral Contraceptive Pills, Atenolol, High Blood Pressure..... Argh! My patient has so many of the risk factors for contracting periodontal disease. :(&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, i have to start spending my night reading up on journals again. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I am loving the Glasgow Uni new annex floor plan. The cheerful colours, comfy sofas, new computer clusters and dining area all in one. It brings back those memories of me studying during my college days back in Singapore where me and my best friend spent our days mugging together at Starbucks, Mac... The only difference now is that i  spend longer hours in the library. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-8966818711663196157?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/8966818711663196157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/8966818711663196157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-feeling-so-bloody-stressed-out-now.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SwVbhyENsMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/UGC5uxpY2xE/s72-c/Home_Photo_books.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-3630742996618525321</id><published>2009-10-04T03:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T03:09:54.511+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Battlefield- Jordin Sparks {{Lyrics}}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/PYU9hrvIYUA' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/PYU9hrvIYUA'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I Love This Song!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-3630742996618525321?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/3630742996618525321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/3630742996618525321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2009/10/battlefield-jordin-sparks-lyrics.html' title='Battlefield- Jordin Sparks {{Lyrics}}'/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-8575142604397669585</id><published>2009-07-07T21:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:00:16.291+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson Will You Be There</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/PvYygjcMDdQ' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/PvYygjcMDdQ'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-8575142604397669585?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/8575142604397669585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/8575142604397669585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2009/07/michael-jackson-will-you-be-there.html' title='Michael Jackson Will You Be There'/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-8465314501021282248</id><published>2009-07-02T01:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T01:40:44.656+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson - Heal The World, Official Music Video (HQ)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/iQ6wupB-5Fs' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/iQ6wupB-5Fs'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;R.I.P MJ. 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBwBrdzanI/AAAAAAAAANM/jJ27S6yQHHE/s72-c/Photo+Booth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-4806567219199201502</id><published>2009-04-28T16:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T16:31:39.670+01:00</updated><title type='text'>王力宏 - 心跳 - Leehom - Heartbeat (English Translation/Pinyin/Chords)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/oI_0w9-pDoc' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/oI_0w9-pDoc'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-4806567219199201502?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/G5kc5IxtbBk" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/G5kc5IxtbBk" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Came across this song and it just brought back so much memories deep inside my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-8545041983914015849?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/8545041983914015849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/8545041983914015849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2009/03/lover-concerto_21.html' title='A lover&amp;#39;s Concerto'/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-2378380707463781314</id><published>2009-01-26T01:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-26T01:53:03.854Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SX0Xf6eadlI/AAAAAAAAAJk/MVwl8zshdug/s1600-h/30+Dec+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SX0Xf6eadlI/AAAAAAAAAJk/MVwl8zshdug/s320/30+Dec+2008.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; 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title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SX0Xf6eadlI/AAAAAAAAAJk/MVwl8zshdug/s72-c/30+Dec+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-5609724008352377926</id><published>2009-01-26T01:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-26T01:51:01.030Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SX0XAI6XtJI/AAAAAAAAAJE/AABAgiPJi9c/s1600-h/IMG_0535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/5609724008352377926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/5609724008352377926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_26.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SX0XAI6XtJI/AAAAAAAAAJE/AABAgiPJi9c/s72-c/IMG_0535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-4917397197374230872</id><published>2009-01-26T01:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-26T01:17:13.964Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SX0PGaUKQ0I/AAAAAAAAAI8/5GBW-EK8jEA/s1600-h/IMG_0472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SX0PGaUKQ0I/AAAAAAAAAI8/5GBW-EK8jEA/s320/IMG_0472.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&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/8338920-4917397197374230872?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/4917397197374230872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/4917397197374230872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SX0PGaUKQ0I/AAAAAAAAAI8/5GBW-EK8jEA/s72-c/IMG_0472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-4140818268187793733</id><published>2008-11-09T18:11:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-09T18:17:27.774Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I am feeling heartache tonight. This whole church retreat has left me feeling emotional again. There is something deep down in my heart that i wanna say. Something which i have been running away from for quite a long while already. But i know it is best kept in my heart before i get everyone around me hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-4140818268187793733?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/4140818268187793733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/4140818268187793733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-feeling-heartache-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-9084077572154103354</id><published>2008-08-26T00:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T00:50:04.845+01:00</updated><title type='text'>遇见 Yu Jian</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Aj2v40wz3Pg' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Aj2v40wz3Pg'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This song just brings me back to the good old days. College days!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-9084077572154103354?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/9084077572154103354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/9084077572154103354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2008/08/yu-jian.html' title='遇见 Yu Jian'/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-5398258909415555352</id><published>2008-08-25T18:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T18:54:36.180+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Heavenly Father, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;I need you more than anything right now. Lord, you are my strength when i am weak. You know me inside out. And i am your beloved. I am hurting inside and all i can do is seek your face and know that you are always there for me through thick and thin. You are my comforter. My pillar of strength. My refuge in times of trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-5398258909415555352?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/5398258909415555352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/5398258909415555352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2008/08/heavenly-father-i-need-you-more-than.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-5610055851359402410</id><published>2008-08-20T11:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T11:35:26.872+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop This Train - John Mayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/5BTzNX5OMN4' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/5BTzNX5OMN4'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-5610055851359402410?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/5610055851359402410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/5610055851359402410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2008/08/stop-this-train-john-mayer.html' title='Stop This Train - John Mayer'/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-5911185797715846915</id><published>2008-08-16T10:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T10:57:13.987+01:00</updated><title type='text'>nelly furtado try video</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/NehWoLIMEmM' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/NehWoLIMEmM'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-5911185797715846915?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/5911185797715846915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/5911185797715846915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2008/08/nelly-furtado-try-video_9465.html' title='nelly furtado try video'/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-2954399943946004554</id><published>2008-08-03T17:06:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T17:13:17.759+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I am so disappointed! I feel so let down by someone again. I have come to a conclusion that it's best to stay single for now. I don't wanna ever mess with my feelings anymore. My heart is too frail to be played with at this very moment. I hate it when someone claims that he loves you but at the same time i don't feel it there. I rather have my freedom back and the company of my bestie and my girl friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-2954399943946004554?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/2954399943946004554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/2954399943946004554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-so-disappointed-i-feel-so-let-down.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-8282412804191929947</id><published>2008-07-30T11:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T11:13:16.586+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Try by Nelly Furtado</title><content type='html'>All I know&lt;br /&gt;Is everything is not as it's sold&lt;br /&gt;but the more I grow the less I know&lt;br /&gt;And I have lived so many lives&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm not old&lt;br /&gt;And the more I see, the less I grow&lt;br /&gt;The fewer the seeds the more I sow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I see you standing there&lt;br /&gt;Wanting more from me&lt;br /&gt;And all I can do is try&lt;br /&gt;Then I see you standing there&lt;br /&gt;Wanting more from me&lt;br /&gt;And all I can do is try&lt;br /&gt;Try try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I hadn't seen all of the realness&lt;br /&gt;And all the real people, are really not real at all&lt;br /&gt;The more I learn, the more I learned&lt;br /&gt;The more I cry the more I cried&lt;br /&gt;As I say goodbye to the way of life&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had designed for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I see you standing there&lt;br /&gt;Wanting more from me&lt;br /&gt;And all I can do is try&lt;br /&gt;Then I see you standing there&lt;br /&gt;I'm all I'll ever be&lt;br /&gt;And all I can do is try oh try&lt;br /&gt;Try Try Try Try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the moments that already passed&lt;br /&gt;We'll try to go back and make them last&lt;br /&gt;All of the things we want each other to be&lt;br /&gt;We never will be, we never will be&lt;br /&gt;And that's wonderful, that's life&lt;br /&gt;That's you baby&lt;br /&gt;This is me baby&lt;br /&gt;We are, we are, we are, we are, we are, we are&lt;br /&gt;Free&lt;br /&gt;In our love&lt;br /&gt;We are free in our love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-8282412804191929947?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/8282412804191929947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/8282412804191929947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2008/07/try-by-nelly-furtado.html' title='Try by Nelly Furtado'/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-3669449028592404855</id><published>2008-07-28T00:37:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T00:44:48.393+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After so long, i am finally back blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss this little secret place where i could just pour my sorrows out to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the start of something new. I don't know whether it is something to look forward to.  Coz i know i am not ready for anything. And i am actually enjoying every single moment i am having right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those emails from someone lately has caused my heart to ache. Hopefully everything will be better soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;"His word is the lamp unto my feet"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-3669449028592404855?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/3669449028592404855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/3669449028592404855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2008/07/after-so-long-i-am-finally-back.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-3550739096035782494</id><published>2008-04-05T22:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T22:59:37.394+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Leeland - Thief In The Night- (Live Acoustic)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/3zkErpICaDs' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/3zkErpICaDs'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-3550739096035782494?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/3550739096035782494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/3550739096035782494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2008/04/leeland-thief-in-night-live-acoustic.html' title='Leeland - Thief In The Night- (Live Acoustic)'/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-2637397240306948127</id><published>2008-02-24T22:09:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-24T22:09:32.895Z</updated><title type='text'>Chris Tomlin - Amazing Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Y01rx_XzQ34' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Y01rx_XzQ34'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-2637397240306948127?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/2637397240306948127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/2637397240306948127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2008/02/chris-tomlin-amazing-grace.html' title='Chris Tomlin - Amazing Grace'/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-5747135256216041011</id><published>2008-02-11T21:27:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-11T21:29:41.432Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tony!!!! Just wanna say thank you for poking me tonight and reminding me to study. If it weren't for you, i would have been wasting my whole night away again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-5747135256216041011?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/5747135256216041011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/5747135256216041011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2008/02/tony-just-wanna-say-thank-you-for.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-328301193919031768</id><published>2008-01-19T00:17:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-19T01:12:16.664Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Praise God! I just thought i wanna share something with everyone. I was caught by surprise when i saw the latest email from Teddy that his parents are finally changing their minds and allowing him to go to Australia for his studies. In my mind, i know this is one of the most important decisions in his life which will determine the rest of his future career path. Initially, i was very worried for him. Wondering to myself how i could persuade his mom so that she would give him a chance to go abroad to get his double degree in law and maybe politics. I was lost with what to do and decided to just trust this whole matter in God's hands. And indeed God has been faithful. He answered my prayers!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-328301193919031768?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/328301193919031768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/328301193919031768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-8177055621375378808</id><published>2008-01-16T23:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-16T23:53:16.005Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I was caught by surprise when i got a text from someone. Shhh!!! It's making me happy. I am so excited and i don't know what to wear for Friday...It's gonna be sweet sweet sweet. I hope everything turns out well!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-8177055621375378808?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/8177055621375378808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/8177055621375378808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-was-caught-by-surprise-when-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-6340822496786920518</id><published>2008-01-16T01:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-16T11:29:42.577Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am feeling so lousy tonight. So alone. So demoralised. I feel so unwanted. So worthless. And what my sis said about me a few moments ago is hurting me like crazy. I am in so much pain. And i don't know what to do. Ever since the breakup, plus what happened tonight, is really breaking me into pieces. I don't feel that i have any use on this earth anymore. I am just nothing. Am i really good for nothing. At this late hour, i just wish that there was someone to comfort me. To encourage me. But at the same time, i am fearful to share with anyone what's hurting me. I have lost all my courage. I wanna run away from everyone and close myself up. Why does my sis thinks by keeping silent is gonna make me feel better????? Right now i just wish she would speak back to me. I am crying and feeling so much pain tonight. Will i ever be able to sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-6340822496786920518?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/6340822496786920518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/6340822496786920518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-feeling-so-lousy-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-7643805569749913779</id><published>2008-01-10T22:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-10T22:46:18.883Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I read your blog entry today. And i am like you. Feeling jaded from what has happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Just want to say thank you once again for being there for me during this Christmas hols. I am missing every moment of it right now. Those late nights driving around Singapore in your Mercs and Toyota, hanging out with your friends, the chat at PS Cafe, the dinner and lunch with your family, those sleep overs, k-boxing, Fabulous Sunday, Mambo Night and Arena, late night supper at the prata place, Sentosa and Mount Faber, Pebble Place, Our cycling road trip on new year's eve and not forgetting all those things you said to me with what i am going through right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I am learning to be stronger with each brand new day. To learn to let go and not think about him. It's tough and there's so many times i feel like breaking down and cry. But i know i have to get myself out of this and move on with life. And not allow it to ruin the bright future ahead of me. I have been constantly thinking and reflecting on what you said. Making an active effort to let go of the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I don't known whether you could still remember that four-leaf clover necklace which you got for me last year for my birthday. I have finally taken it out of the box and wearing it now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-7643805569749913779?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/7643805569749913779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/7643805569749913779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-read-your-blog-entry-today.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-2354041675240272439</id><published>2008-01-07T13:31:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-07T13:31:49.913Z</updated><title type='text'>Im all out of love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/5QkHVO1xqX0' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/5QkHVO1xqX0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This song brings back so many memories for me. It's a true classic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-2354041675240272439?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/2354041675240272439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/2354041675240272439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-all-out-of-love.html' title='Im all out of love.'/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-6335314664502692499</id><published>2008-01-05T10:43:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-05T10:43:23.450Z</updated><title type='text'>Timbaland - Apologize (feat. One Republic)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/ePyRrb2-fzs' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ePyRrb2-fzs'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This song is so good! It's really reflecting how i am feeling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-6335314664502692499?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/6335314664502692499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/6335314664502692499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/timbaland-apologize-feat-one-republic.html' title='Timbaland - Apologize (feat. One Republic)'/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-8715425678993118193</id><published>2008-01-02T14:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-02T19:35:35.168Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I am feeling so down right now. Only found out tonight that my mom didn't know i have broken up with him. She thought it was a quarrel between us only. Sigh. It feels so crap to know that my love ones didn't know what have been going on all these while. It hurts so much to have to repeat the whole story again. The truth is i am not prepared to say it all over again as it is too painful to even talk about it. I just don't know how to bring myself to tell my mom that all these while i have dated a jerk. Someone who has never appreciated or loved me. Right now, i can only trust that Teddy will help me speak to my mom and tell her what he had done to me. Someone shared with me that what comes around will go around too. Maybe one day when he suffered my fate, he will then understand the pain i am going through. As for now, i will have to bravely accept this fate and move on with life. There's no point asking why. What he had done just tells me that he isn't worthy of my love afterall. I have to trust that there is something better and happier awaiting for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And it's true. I have a bright future. A dentist to be. I shouldn't be fearing that i would be left on the shelf. And once i graduate, the world will be my oyster. All the pleasures and opportunities of life will be open for me. Right now, i should just spend this single time grooming myself well. I want to be a connoisseur of all things fine, wine and fine food, exquisite arts, and of course, all things pretty. Also a person of eloquence and that quirky, slightly dramatic sense of humour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-8715425678993118193?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/8715425678993118193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/8715425678993118193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-feeling-so-down-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-5019905115167839045</id><published>2008-01-01T17:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-01T18:26:45.157Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Home has been good for me. There have been so many parties and activities going on. And i have been up till amost 5am everyday since i was back home. Time flies. And a brand new year has started for me. Went on a cycling road trip with teddy and friends last night. It was a great way of welcoming the new year instead of the usual clubbing and parties. We rented bicycles overnight from East Coast Park and cycled all the way from ECP to Marina Square and back again after watching the fire works. The fire works this year weren't as good as last year. It was a shame! I can still remember watching fire works together with teddy and rayner at the Esplanade one year ago. Oh all those memories. I am feeling nostaligic now. But think i shall just leave all those memories aside for now as i have got a full day ahead of me tomorrow. This holiday has been the busiest and wildest for me. Met up with many different people and made loads of new friends. Went home only at 4am last night. And my butt was hurting so much from the bicycle seat. I was aching all over when i got up this morning. Had to rush out again at 12.30pm to have New Year's lunch with teddy's family. Baby Ethan is so cute!!! Looks like teddy when he was younger. At night, Celebrated my wee bro's birthday at the Thai Sharkfin's Restaurant in Goodwood Park. This is the second time we celebrated his birthday there. It was a peaceful time spent with my family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am so gonna miss all my friends when i fly back to UK this Sunday. Oh i wish i could just erased all those horrible Glasgow memories from my mind. Especially the memories of him. I wish i did heed teddy's advice that he would turn out to be a jerk. Coz he was right. And now i am suffering the consequences. I was too naive to think that he was a good man. What he has done to me, just reflects what kind of person he is. This breakup was a painful one but at least it happened now than later on in marriage.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Okay, time for bed now. Just wanna wish everyone A Happy New Year 2008!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-5019905115167839045?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/5019905115167839045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/5019905115167839045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/home-has-been-good-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-2381795166770032360</id><published>2007-12-28T14:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-28T16:55:33.366Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dear, just want to say thank you for being there for me all these while. Thank you for reminding me that i am worth so much more than that. It is so true that he isn't the right one for me coz if he is, he won't be putting me through so much pain. He won't be doing those things to hurt me so much. Let's both work towards our goal and make it big for our own future k. We all have a bright future ahead of us. Thank you for keeping me company the past few days. It's really sweet of you. And yup sometimes i did wish that i was studying in Singapore. It is true that both of us have a soft spot for each other and if i wasn't studying abroad, we could have been together for good. It's really brave of you to share your feelings about us with me that night. So many times i did wish that i could be next to you to care for you. To hold your hands and tell you i love you. To be there for you during your toughest times. But i just have to stop myself and keep this feeling of love under control as i know i can't be there for you physically. And i know it is better for us to be best of friends for now. Thank you so much for telling me that you still like me and that i will always have that special place in your heart which no one has. Let's just leave it to fate. If we are ever meant to be for each other, i know our path will cross again. It is so amazing after five years of friendship, we are still going strong as ever. I really do appreciate you giving me that much needed hug. It really comforted me so much. All those pain caused by him, is all so deep. I promise i will make an effort to get better through next week and put all that painful past of mine behind. Let's do it together dear. You will always be someone i hold so dear in my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I wanna be that princess in your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-2381795166770032360?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/2381795166770032360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/2381795166770032360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/12/dear-just-want-to-say-thank-you-for.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-655730630954095210</id><published>2007-12-22T11:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-22T11:51:23.606Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I finally see the real you. It's only through this break up that i could see how mean and ugly you could be. I can bravely tell the world that you don't have a single respect for me. So insensitive to me. What you feel is not harmful to me may not be how a girl perceive it. It is very unjustifiable of you that becoz you have a void in your heart right now and need to carry on with your daily life, that you have the rights to flirt. Try asking your sister or your mom about it. I know what you do is not a secret. But you shouldn't even need to flirt to fill up that void. I have a void too. But i do it the healthy way. And whoever that you confided in last night and told you your flirting was fine. Is giving you so bad advice!!!! I hope that person is not a chirtstian. Coz none of my christian sisters have told me to go out and flirt to keep myself occupied. If you were considerate enough and really want the girl to heal, you won't be doing such things. You are just prolonging the healing time. Coz it is not only the girl down in England you flirted with. But two Sundays back, you were flirting just next to me. Right now, i can only pray for you. Coz if you choose to continue to make the same mistakes and not change your ways, you are gonna hurt the next girl in your life. You have hurt Ellen and me. Time to turn over a new leaf, boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please pray and seek God's will in this. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I hope someone out there could bring you back to your senses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-655730630954095210?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/655730630954095210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/655730630954095210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-finally-see-real-you.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-2502076396280582255</id><published>2007-12-22T00:30:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-22T00:57:54.849Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;There's no excuse for saying there's a void in your life and you filled it up by flirting with girls. Why don't you seek God? Seek his face. I used to have a void in my life but i chose to worship God. I chose to follow him. The truth is i am happy single and i don't feel much void in my life right now. And in my free time, i spend time with my girly pals. Yes, i do go on dates, but that's becoz you don't want me anymore. I wasn't the one who said i couldn't cope with a relationship. Unlike you, who is flirting with someone down in England. Whom you know the chances of you and her getting together is impossible but still want to have that fun. It is so sick!!!! &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wake up!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You don't need a woman to fill up that void of yours. You could read a good book, cook etc. There's so many healthy things you could do in life. That's what all my christian sisters have been telling me too. Okay and it is not an excuse for you to push the blame onto the girl who flirted with you constantly. You shouldn't even have the guts to be telling me that it is her who took the initative. And once again you justify your actions saying you are being friendly!!!!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;You could choose not to reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Not to put yourself in a situation where you would be alone with a woman in an enclosed area. Is that the reason you would give for Lye Yoong too????? A man needs to take responsibility for his actions!!!! What if one day you come across another woman who throw herself at you, are you gonna reciprcate back? Please wake up!!!!!! You need self-control. And you have the ability to stop things by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; reciprocating. You know one of the reason why i didn't want you to be a driving instructor? Becoz you could be in car with a woman and driving to a far away place and making out with her. I am not being sick here. But i know your weaknesses. And we women can foresee things quite well. As for dentist and doctors, we always have nurses somewhere around us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-2502076396280582255?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/2502076396280582255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/2502076396280582255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/12/theres-no-excuse-for-saying-theres-void.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-3540491530311111799</id><published>2007-12-21T23:27:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-22T02:21:32.799Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I could understand if you started flirting six months to a year after we break up. Right now, the wound is still so fresh. And you are indeed the most &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;INSENSITIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; guy i have ever met. All these happened two weeks after we broke up. And i remember asking you if you could be more sensitve to me feelings while i am healing. If i were to look back, that's exactly what you did to your ex-girlfriend too. My ex-boyfriend and teddy won't even do such a thing to me!!!! What's worse, you were the one who said you couldn't even cope with a relatioship. And it makes more sense if i was the one who dated other guys now. Becoz it wasn't me who couldn't cope with the relationship. It was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-3540491530311111799?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/3540491530311111799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/3540491530311111799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-could-understand-if-you-started.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-8096646463855188468</id><published>2007-12-21T22:44:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-21T22:44:15.511Z</updated><title type='text'>Leona Lewis - Bleeding Love Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/XVx7PYbuCjs' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/XVx7PYbuCjs'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-8096646463855188468?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/8096646463855188468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/8096646463855188468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/12/leona-lewis-bleeding-love-lyrics.html' title='Leona Lewis - Bleeding Love Lyrics'/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-7579924731019997248</id><published>2007-12-21T22:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-21T22:55:45.914Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I feel so sad to know that i have dated a jerk like you. I have everything to prove me right. I have learnt my lesson. Not to judge a book by its cover. Becoz it is so true, a person like you who looks like a good gentleman on the outside, a decent guy but actually turns out to be the complete opposite. I am not saying this for no reason. If anyone were to ask me, i can tell them why. At first, i thought i was mental, then i tried sharing with people. Asking them how they would react if they were in the same position as me. I seek advice from elders and people of my age. And every woman i spoke to, say they will react the same way as i did. And you were indeed flirting. When you were the one who said you couldn't handle another woman. A relationship. And you wrote on your very own blog that you still care for me so much. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i guess somehow you don't know what you are saying. Or you are just a good sweet talker. Which you are good at. Good at sweet talking girls. Buying girls favour. And &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the favour of your own good girl friends. But favour from random girls. Girls who you hardly know!!!!! I seriously don't want to be associated with a man like you anymore. Please don't ever mention to people you ever dated me once, coz it is such a disgrace to know you. And i realised all this while, all our quarrels, were all becoz you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;CHOSE TO BELIEVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you weren't flirting. Self-justifying your actions. And what's good with flirting with woman? It makes you happy. But just momentarily. I rather you flirt with God. And i remember you hating me comparing you to Andrew. Then what about Baldwin, Sam Aaron and Boon. Do they behave like you???? I don't compare you to ordinary man but good christian man. It is healthier for a man to buy favour from his brothers and know his actions with woman. Think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pouring the thoughts out of a broken heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-7579924731019997248?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/7579924731019997248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/7579924731019997248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-feel-so-sad-to-know-that-i-have-dated.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-7643358805774529594</id><published>2007-12-21T03:04:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-21T03:17:16.904Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As of tonight, i have finally come to my senses that you are definitely not a guy worth crying over. And i definitely don't want a guy like you to be in my life. So unfaithful. So flirtatious. I am convinced!!! I have everything infront of my eyes to prove it to me. I am secure in God alone. He is all that i need. And i will wait for him to bring me a good man into my life. You have done too much hurt to me. Your actions really contradict your words. And i believe i deserve a better man than that. A man who is faithful, who is loving and his heart is fully devoted to his girl.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When a GIRL is quiet ... millions of things are running in her mind. When a GIRL is not arguing ... she is thinking deeply. When a GIRL looks at u with eyes full of questions ... she is wondering how long you will be around. When a GIRL answers " I'm fine " after a few seconds ... she is not at all fine. When a GIRL stares at you ... she is wondering why you are lying. When a GIRL lays on your chest ... she is wishing for you to be hers forever. When a GIRL wants to see you everyday... she wants to be pampered. When a GIRL says " I love you " ... she means it. When a GIRL says " I miss you " ... no one in this world can miss you more than that. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life only comes around once make sure u spend it with the right person .... Find a guy ... who calls you beautiful instead of hot. who calls you back when you hang up on him. who will stay awake just to watch you sleep. Wait for the guy who ... kisses your forehead. Who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats. Who holds your hand in front of his friends. Who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you. Who turns to his friends and says, " That's her!! " &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-7643358805774529594?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/7643358805774529594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/7643358805774529594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/12/as-of-tonight-i-have-finally-come-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-3335837332942607938</id><published>2007-12-20T15:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-20T16:18:55.466Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My anatomy exam is finally over. Yay! Finally have the time to sit down and blog my thoughts once more. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be honest, i know there's lots of hurt inside me. And i don't know when i will fully recover. Sometimes i just question myself why i would love you. When you don't even respect me. When everything i say or do doesnt mean anything to you at all. And just right after our breakup, you were already having friendly chats with some random woman and talking to her in a playful manner. It hurts to see those things in front of my eyes. I tried talking to you about it and hoping that you could be sensitive to my feelings but you just simply defended your actions. You said you were simply being friendly. And it's normal to you. But that's not what a girl perceive things you see. I do appreciate your honesty. Your bravery to be open with things. But if only you could be more sensitve to a woman's feeling, you will be more well respected. And if the real reason for the break up was becoz you couldn't handle a relationship, then why would you want to lead other woman on. Is that you showing care for me? Why would you rather talk to other woman than sending me encouraging texts during my tough time while i was preparing for my exams? The time when i needed you most, you went completely silent. Exile yourself from my world. At the same time, i know you aren't my boyfriend anymore and i shouldn't have these expectations. I may sound harsh here. But this is the only place where i could share my feelings with you coz whenever i ask to meet up with you to chat, you will always try to push me away and question why i have got so much to ask you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The thoughts of my bleeding heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-3335837332942607938?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/3335837332942607938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/3335837332942607938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-anatomy-exam-is-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-6808591929043275911</id><published>2007-12-20T02:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-20T02:35:04.839Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Just want to say thank you to everyone who has remembered me in prayers for my exams later this morning. I am very touched by your love and care for me. Even You, i never thought you would text me coz i thought you have almost erased me from your memory already. And that i was just a living memory of your past. To be honest, there's too much to study for this anatomy exam and i can't finish studying everything. But i will do my best with whatever i have learnt to attempt my paper tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Dear Lord, Give me a good night rest tonight so that i could wake up feeling refresh later this morning. Father, send your holy spirit to be with me in the exam hall. Give me a clear mind to do my paper. Father, i ask for your wisdom to be upon me and that i can recall what i have learnt. I ask this in your most precious name. Amen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-6808591929043275911?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/6808591929043275911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/6808591929043275911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/12/just-want-to-say-thank-you-to-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-2188160935872011747</id><published>2007-12-19T15:40:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-19T16:11:35.613Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I have no idea why people enjoy flirting by communicating a sense of playfulness or irony to the opposite sex. Maybe it is their way of healing. Sigh. Only God could work through you. And i know i have no rights to say anything. I can only sit back to watch the show infront of me. Why would someone say suggestive things to the opposite sex like calling them to come up to the place where he is. Well, i know he may try to justify that he is just being friendly. But the language is indirectly hinting something. And the opposite sex may interpret things in a different way from you. What if she really did come up? Are you gonna meet up with her and show her around? Is this simply just being friendly or flirting? Why are guys sometimes so insensitve to women's feelings? Right now, I can only hope that you won't perceive this entry negatively but will pray about things and seek his face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-2188160935872011747?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/2188160935872011747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/2188160935872011747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-have-no-idea-why-people-enjoy.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-7492578534445862247</id><published>2007-12-18T17:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-18T17:26:42.992Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;It just saddens me to see where we are right now. But i was reminded by someone today that he believes that you remember everything you said and you are a man of your words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;I wish one day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;We could be together again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Tears in my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Pain in my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;When will i be set free?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;I am lost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;With what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;And i can only pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;And let God work his way&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-7492578534445862247?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/7492578534445862247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/7492578534445862247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/12/it-just-saddens-me-to-see-where-we-are.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-5705467572546159680</id><published>2007-12-18T04:14:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-18T04:14:54.743Z</updated><title type='text'>Wong Fu MV - Jason Mraz - I'm Yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/d0dA9-27soc' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/d0dA9-27soc'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a super sweet video shared with me from Victoria. Makes me wanna fall in love all over again. It makes me happy and brings me hope. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-5705467572546159680?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/5705467572546159680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/5705467572546159680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/12/wong-fu-mv-jason-mraz-i-yours_18.html' title='Wong Fu MV - Jason Mraz - I&amp;#39;m Yours'/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-1771413667282163697</id><published>2007-12-16T03:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-16T03:43:51.921Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Something came to me while i was praying. The reason why you will think that you are the root of my depression and why i ended up having depression. It all started from the first break up on March 10th. The aunties and their mouths that caused me to be going through so much pain right now. They got your mom to believe i was out there to harm you. That this whole relationship would fail because my family is too rich for you. Why were these people so superficial? Maybe they were jealous of us. They were jealous of you. The truth is Jean was not out there to hurt you. And becoz of that break up, it has created alot of insecurities in me. It has caused me to fear. Left me in so much tears and gave us all the stress we had in this relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-1771413667282163697?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/1771413667282163697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/1771413667282163697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/12/something-came-to-me-while-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-1265193459936418102</id><published>2007-12-15T11:32:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-15T12:06:24.298Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Oh what a morning man! Why always something bound to happen whenever my flatmates are away? I wanted to call him but i thought no, maybe i could try fixing things myself. So when i did try, the wires came falling out and the smoke detector ended up hanging halfway through my ceiling. Plus i wasnt tall enough!!! So i ended up having a big fire engine coming to my place. So embarrassing. Sigh sigh! Jean and her amusing stories... Praise God i am safe now! Not forgetting the wisdom he has given me. Coz i had everything in my favour. I could have gotten a fine of 400 pounds for misusing the emergency line. But i got the favour of the firemen and free batteries too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-1265193459936418102?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/1265193459936418102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/1265193459936418102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-what-morning-man-why-always.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-376323611110701176</id><published>2007-12-15T02:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-15T12:09:57.487Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Heavenly Father, What have i done to deserve this fate? I have make every effort to live a sin-free life and i am still suffering so much pain. My heart is wretching in the middle of this night and i can't seem to sleep in peace. Father, take me out of my misery. I plea. Please Father. Please. I make this prayer in your most precious name. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-376323611110701176?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/376323611110701176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/376323611110701176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/12/heavenly-father-what-have-i-done-to.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-648097977237062638</id><published>2007-12-14T12:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-14T18:57:55.443Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I am still questioning myself everyday of my life what have i done wrong to deserve this fate? Tell me where have i gone wrong. Coz i live in shame everyday. Not knowing how to face the world. Will you ever know the pain and suffering i am going through right now. I have to admit i was having great fun through the week. I was out every single day with different people. I was treated to expensive meals. But at the end of the night, when i return home, reality sets in, only to realise that you are still the one i hold dear to in my heart. Why why why then do you have to exile yourself from my world? Why did you throw me in the lurch and treat me worse than any of your friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;While talking to someone, I just realised there's no point waiting. Even if you are a good man. Because you can love someone or something, but without actions or any words, it is as good as nothing. One good example is that you wanna be a dentist, but you dont wanna study, will you ever graduate to be one? Answer is NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-648097977237062638?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/648097977237062638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/648097977237062638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am-still-questioning-myself-everyday.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-6626130052950995319</id><published>2007-12-13T01:17:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-13T01:18:46.529Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Suddenly, I feel so lost. I still care for him. I still love him. I don't know how to show it or say it as i fear that i would be rejected by him. I have to confess, out of anger, i said i hate him. But i search deep within myself tonight, and i know that amidst this battle i am fighting, i still love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-6626130052950995319?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/6626130052950995319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/6626130052950995319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/12/suddenly-i-feel-so-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-8414725410111675026</id><published>2007-12-09T00:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-09T00:19:27.120Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am dedicating this post to someone who is very dear to me :-)'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PERHAPS LOVE (John Denver)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps love is like a resting place, a shelter from the storm &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It exists to give you comfort, it is there to keep you warm &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And in those times of trouble when you are most alone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The memory of love will bring you home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps love is like a window, perhaps an open door &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It invites you to come closer, it wants to show you more &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And even if you lose yourself and don't know what to do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The memory of love will see you through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love to some is like a cloud, to some as strong as steel &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For some a way of living, for some a way to feel &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And some say love is holding on and some say letting go &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And some say love is everything, and some say they don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps love is like the ocean, full of conflict, full of pain &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like a fire when it's cold outside, thunder when it rains &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I should live forever, and all my dreams come true &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My memories of love will be of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some say love is holding on and some say letting go &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some say love is everything and some say they don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps love is like the mountains, full of conflict, full of change &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like a fire when it's cold outside, thunder when it rains &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I should live forever, and all my dreams come true &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My memories of love will be of you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3YnfCH7LNcM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3YnfCH7LNcM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-8414725410111675026?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/8414725410111675026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/8414725410111675026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/12/perhaps-love-john-denver-perhaps-love.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-4224212083502241736</id><published>2007-12-02T22:23:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-02T22:35:28.240Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A beautiful theory from someone...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why the wedding ring worn on the fourth finger....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why should the wedding ring be worn on the fourth finger?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is a beautiful and convincing explanation given by the Chinese.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thumb represents your Parents&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Second (Index) finger represents your Siblings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Middle finger represents your-Self&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fourth (Ring) finger represents your Life Partner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; the Last (Little) finger represents your children&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Firstly, open your palms (face to face), bend the middle fingers and hold them together - back to back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Secondly, open and hold the remaining three fingers and the thumb - tip to tip&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(As shown in the figure below): &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, try to separate your thumbs (representing the parents)..., they will open, because your parents are not destined to live with you lifelong, and have to leave you sooner or later.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please join your thumbs as before and separate your Index fingers (representing siblings)...., they will also open, because your brothers and sisters will have their own families and will have to lead their own separate lives.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now join the Index fingers and separate your Little fingers (representing your children)...., they will open too, because the children also will get married and settle down on their own some day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally, join your Little fingers, and try to separate your Ring fingers (representing your spouse).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You will be surprised to see that you just CANNOT....., because Husband &amp;amp; Wife have to remain together all their lives - through thick and thin!! &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/R1Mx-Xf0svI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/c6htZqy4AEo/s1600-R/thumb%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139506547289010930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/R1Mx-Xf0svI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/FzHH5zj4_WM/s320/thumb%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-4224212083502241736?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/4224212083502241736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/4224212083502241736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/12/beautiful-theory-from-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/R1Mx-Xf0svI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/FzHH5zj4_WM/s72-c/thumb%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-7031386154385639374</id><published>2007-11-29T00:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-29T00:42:47.993Z</updated><title type='text'>God's Amazing Grace For Me Amidst My Sufferings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y01rx_XzQ34&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y01rx_XzQ34&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-7031386154385639374?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/7031386154385639374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/7031386154385639374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/11/gods-amazing-grace-for-me-amidst-my.html' title='God&apos;s Amazing Grace For Me Amidst My Sufferings'/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-472220216343566405</id><published>2007-11-27T12:45:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-11-27T12:45:52.145Z</updated><title type='text'>A Love Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x9HT9OOSd3U"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x9HT9OOSd3U&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-472220216343566405?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/472220216343566405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/472220216343566405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/11/love-song.html' title='A Love Song'/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-9139158524647765625</id><published>2007-11-11T01:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-11T01:40:26.811Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"I close my eyes just to try and see you smile one more time, but it's been so long all I do is cry. Can't we find some love to take this away? 'Cause the pain gets stronger everyday."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"The saddest love is to love someone, to know that they still want you, but the circumstances don't let you have them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Love that we can not have is the one that last the longest, hurts the deepest and feels the strongest."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"One can not truly experience the beauty of love without enduring the pain that comes with it once it is lost."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-9139158524647765625?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/9139158524647765625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/9139158524647765625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-close-my-eyes-just-to-try-and-see-you.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-8270490099757396584</id><published>2007-10-29T19:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-29T19:42:19.199Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Memories Together 2003-2007'/><title type='text'>Happy 21st Birthday Teddy!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/RyY1_ONXiOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/eVG-pb595T8/s1600-h/collage16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126844586070083810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/RyY1_ONXiOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/eVG-pb595T8/s320/collage16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-8270490099757396584?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/8270490099757396584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/8270490099757396584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-21st-birthday-teddy_29.html' title='Happy 21st Birthday Teddy!!!'/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/RyY1_ONXiOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/eVG-pb595T8/s72-c/collage16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-2112356007561939342</id><published>2007-10-27T02:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T02:37:11.401+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Good Old Times in Skye'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/RyKWB-NXiMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/SJGmI7VTa4I/s1600-h/b106566511%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125824286524147906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/RyKWB-NXiMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/SJGmI7VTa4I/s320/b106566511%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-2112356007561939342?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/2112356007561939342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/2112356007561939342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post_27.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/RyKWB-NXiMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/SJGmI7VTa4I/s72-c/b106566511%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-2473662637055098791</id><published>2007-10-17T22:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T22:11:40.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/RxZ6h6yxfCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/vlubNajQk3A/s1600-h/CIMG2585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122416349317004322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/RxZ6h6yxfCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/vlubNajQk3A/s320/CIMG2585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-2473662637055098791?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/2473662637055098791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/2473662637055098791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/RxZ6h6yxfCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/vlubNajQk3A/s72-c/CIMG2585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-314617812027433414</id><published>2007-10-17T21:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T22:12:06.462+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My wretching heart is crying out for your love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will you ever know?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How I long that things were still the same,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those days where you were there to hug me and love me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will you ever know i am crying in my bed tonight?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With tears that never stop flowing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How I wish i could let you know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I dont know whether i will be push aside once more&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-314617812027433414?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/314617812027433414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/314617812027433414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-wretching-heart-is-crying-out-for.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-5970439677623124788</id><published>2007-10-16T21:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T21:55:20.813+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am feeling happy...My friend is coming up to Glasgow to visit me. Yay! And he has promised me a teddy bear too...okay now i have something to look forward too...Gonna get some studying done and looking forward to my fun-filled weekend. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-5970439677623124788?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/5970439677623124788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/5970439677623124788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-feeling-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-2133854387034129610</id><published>2007-10-10T21:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T22:06:15.724+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Feeling so distracted and dizzy the whole of tonight. My mind kept on wondering elsewhere and i couldnt even do my dance properly. The road ahead of me seems to be a long and ardous one. But i have got to stay strong and persevere with it. I need to learn to be independent and stand on my own two feet once more. This past week, i have been going through many relaspses which have caused me to break down in tears. I know Our Lord Jesus is faithful and he will always be there for me. I need to pray more and seek his face during this time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-2133854387034129610?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/2133854387034129610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/2133854387034129610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/10/feeling-so-distracted-and-dizzy-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-3890063910819132664</id><published>2007-10-05T18:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T18:41:41.488+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A wretching heart, tears falling. There's no one else but Jesus whom i can pour out my feelings to. People just disappoint me. I have finally seen how selfish human beings can get. I am not saying i am perfect myself and i am slowly learning to be a better person. I don't know how to share with anyone what's in my heart. Not the boyfriend too. And the only comfort i can get is knowing that God is listening to my pains and my teddy bear is hugging me tight and giving me the warmth i need. All i wish is one day i can find someone who is there to walk through life with me and do the things that i love most together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-3890063910819132664?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/3890063910819132664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/3890063910819132664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/10/wretching-heart-tears-falling.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-3319539245132395569</id><published>2007-10-04T11:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T11:35:57.317+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think maybe it's time for me to reconsider eveything. There's too much pain. I wish i had a voice and that it could be heard by you. But at the same time, i fear. The instability of us is making me doubt. A piece of my broken thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-3319539245132395569?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/3319539245132395569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/3319539245132395569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-think-maybe-its-time-for-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-4554585061139894013</id><published>2007-09-10T21:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T10:53:07.426+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;It's been quite some time since i last blogged. Many things have happened ever since my last entry. I have got so much to say here. From my trip to Skye, with my friends visiting me over in Glasgow, the boyfriend bringing me to A&amp;amp;E because of my sprained neck, my relationship, coming clean with God, ballet classes, gymming, doing up my case report and my competencies. What impacts me most was my conversation with someone last night. I am now beginning to have a different perspective in things. Or would i say i am going to handle things differently from now on. I want to have a better walk with God. And i so desperately want to be romanced by him. I want to be filled with his love. I no longer want to find that love from people as i have been hurt so many times and the only person who won't fail me is Jesus. I want to feel his love so much so that i can feel him hugging me to sleep, kissing me and loving me completely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-4554585061139894013?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/4554585061139894013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/4554585061139894013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-been-quite-some-time-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-5199226741677381964</id><published>2007-09-10T21:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T21:14:52.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In Christ alone my hope is found,&lt;br /&gt;He is my light, my strength, my song;&lt;br /&gt;this Cornerstone, this solid Ground,&lt;br /&gt;firm through the fiercest drought and storm.&lt;br /&gt;What heights of love, what depths of peace,&lt;br /&gt;when fears are stilled, when strivings cease!&lt;br /&gt;My Comforter, my All in All,&lt;br /&gt;here in the love of Christ I stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ alone! who took on flesh&lt;br /&gt;Fulness of God in helpless babe!&lt;br /&gt;This gift of love and righteousness&lt;br /&gt;Scorned by the ones he came to save:&lt;br /&gt;Till on that cross as Jesus died,&lt;br /&gt;The wrath of God was satisfied -&lt;br /&gt;For every sin on Him was laid;&lt;br /&gt;Here in the death of Christ I live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There in the ground His body lay&lt;br /&gt;Light of the world by darkness slain:&lt;br /&gt;Then bursting forth in glorious Day&lt;br /&gt;Up from the grave he rose again!&lt;br /&gt;And as He stands in victory&lt;br /&gt;Sin's curse has lost its grip on me,&lt;br /&gt;For I am His and He is mine -&lt;br /&gt;Bought with the precious blood of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No guilt in life, no fear in death,&lt;br /&gt;This is the power of Christ in me;&lt;br /&gt;From life's first cry to final breath.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus commands my destiny.&lt;br /&gt;No power of hell, no scheme of man,&lt;br /&gt;Can ever pluck me from His hand;&lt;br /&gt;Till He returns or calls me home,&lt;br /&gt;Here in the power of Christ I'll stand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-5199226741677381964?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/5199226741677381964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/5199226741677381964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/09/in-christ-alone-my-hope-is-found-he-is.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-242331179817547895</id><published>2007-09-04T23:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T23:40:06.685+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I am getting a little moody and grumpy and my fingers are hurting while typing away my case report...argh! Plus i am so not looking forward to tomorrow coz i have got to see 2 patients in 3 hours... plus i have to get all my competencies done...i just hope everything will go well tomorrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-242331179817547895?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/242331179817547895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/242331179817547895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-getting-little-moody-and-grumpy.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-1377261302234207874</id><published>2007-09-04T00:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T00:48:41.177+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I am feeling emo tonight...something is bothering me and i am learning to overcome it with God's strength...i am typing away in the uni's librabry late at night...and i have got to walk home alone soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-1377261302234207874?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/1377261302234207874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/1377261302234207874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-feeling-emo-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-6767034595333121729</id><published>2007-08-27T01:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T01:27:35.793+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Grace from my patient</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/RtIVJBfso3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/w0pXDO4IEeY/s1600-h/collage13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/RtIVJBfso3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/w0pXDO4IEeY/s320/collage13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&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/8338920-6767034595333121729?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/6767034595333121729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/6767034595333121729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post_27.html' title='Sweet Grace from my patient'/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/RtIVJBfso3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/w0pXDO4IEeY/s72-c/collage13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-2260539326571752529</id><published>2007-08-22T21:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T21:48:26.969+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got a really lovely surprise today from my first patient that i did a filling with. She was so happy with my excellent work that she came back rewarding me with a box of Thorntons Chocolates. I did a composite filling for her on her upper left canine with its previous filling chipped off 2 months ago. It was indeed a very challenging experience for me but a very satisfied one. Praise the Lord for his grace and mercy on me. It really made my day expecially with such a tight and busy schedule having to go for mentor meeting and the dental school photoshoot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-2260539326571752529?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/2260539326571752529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/2260539326571752529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-got-really-lovely-surprise-today-from.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-7179240322152893525</id><published>2007-08-19T22:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T22:09:04.829+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I promise i will learn to be stronger coz i know each time when i fall, you will be so worried for me...I am sorry love...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-7179240322152893525?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/7179240322152893525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/7179240322152893525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-promise-i-will-learn-to-be-stronger.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-6046577324778035189</id><published>2007-08-16T20:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T20:06:30.883+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iris and Teddy, i miss you guys so much...i wish you guys were all by my side right now...coz I haven't been really happy ever since i was back in gloomy glasgow!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-6046577324778035189?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/6046577324778035189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/6046577324778035189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/08/iris-and-teddy-i-miss-you-guys-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-6409103837746790214</id><published>2007-08-15T23:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T00:09:29.519+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Heavenly Father, i just pray that you will surround me with your love tonight as i cry myself to sleep. Let me feel your warmth on this cold, lonely night. Bring me someone who can purge the poison out of me. This venomus blood is running through my every vein and is devouring me. Help me Father, give me the strength to stand strong. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway John, Thank you for giving me the much needed hug today. It is very much appreciated. Thank you for telling me how much you guys love me. Much love, J-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-6409103837746790214?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/6409103837746790214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/6409103837746790214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/08/heavenly-father-i-just-pray-that-you.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-767147635429248327</id><published>2007-08-09T16:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T16:44:15.081+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Argh...i am super fustrated right now...but somehow i just cant talk about it here...why why why??? I thought things would be happy ever after but it's not going the way i expected...and i am so stupid to tell him that it's alright!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-767147635429248327?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/767147635429248327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/767147635429248327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/08/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-8806987245771984336</id><published>2007-08-09T16:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T16:46:18.094+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/Rrs2wl0YKyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/hgv_gTouL6E/s1600-h/collage12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096727611713268514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/Rrs2wl0YKyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/hgv_gTouL6E/s320/collage12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/Rrs1Y10YKxI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sMetj36YwP4/s1600-h/collage13.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-8806987245771984336?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/8806987245771984336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/8806987245771984336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post_6716.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/Rrs2wl0YKyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/hgv_gTouL6E/s72-c/collage12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-1929411865735429400</id><published>2007-08-06T08:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T08:42:39.218+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My thoughts in random order...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Home, Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Best friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Sze Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Teddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Iris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Gordon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Nostalgic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Tiredness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Pros Clinics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Brokeness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Hugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Warmth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;My aching feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;The Lord Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Singlehood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Unspoken words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Patience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-1929411865735429400?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/1929411865735429400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/1929411865735429400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-thoughts-in-random-order.html' title='My thoughts in random 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I have got to be strong and trust that everything will be alright...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-5350647548473150897?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/5350647548473150897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/5350647548473150897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/07/things-are-not-going-right-between-us.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day out with Alison at Raffles City...cheers to our 9 years friendship!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-8529034789799060310?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/8529034789799060310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/8529034789799060310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-out-with-alison-at-raffles-city.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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have made...and how you were always right about things...and tonight...yes, i feel so dumb when things turned out to your prediction...i shouldn't have gone...i am getting so fearful about all your other predictions...i am worrying alot...now, i am hoping that we could speak again before i head back to glasgow...i have only three more weeks here...well, if you do read this, you will know i am talking about you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i need your shoulders to cry on...i have been putting on a strong front for you...i am weak...i no longer have the strength to carry that smile any more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i thought i saw it, a fleeting orange glint across the evening sky. but it disappeared, like everything else. all i could feel was the breeze, uncharacteristically cold and unfeeling, like everybody else. i thought i found the answer, i thought it was a new beginning. all the people who have left, all those who once meant something, one by one, filing out of my life. i think i need you to hold on to. i need you to make it all better again. but sometimes, why does it feel like you're not there?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-16222918795116851?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/16222918795116851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/16222918795116851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am-feeling-upset-once-more.html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/4545134212783660287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post_21.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/RnnHyFAxf8I/AAAAAAAAACw/k0SJJE3JhKc/s72-c/collage9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-6192466418072709687</id><published>2007-06-21T00:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T13:10:55.474+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I am feeling alittle nostalgic tonight...maybe it's becoz i am alone in the flat as Sarah has gone back home...lucky her! i am still stuck in miserable glasgow having clinics till this friday...i am gonna be so so busy once i get back from hols...i have got so many patients booked in...dreading it!!! i miss those good old days back home...those days where i was carefree and always smiling...where i know i would always be safe...i guess it maybe the start of another roller coaster ride...i am scared...i have got to start holding onto the railings tight or i may just fall off once the roller coaster is at its peak...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Anyway, just a wee update...i have passed my exams!!! yay!!! so in september i am gonna be a third year dental student...Praise God! I will be flying back this weekend and hopefully i will get to see someone...haha...he said he has got a surprise...i wonder what is it??? I am really excited to go back home coz it will be a good break for me...it's been a very challenging year for me indeed...so many happenings and so much tears shed...hearts were broken...harsh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;words were exchanged but those are the past now...i am gonna lead a different life from now on...i wanna fly again!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VcBX56EgzMI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VcBX56EgzMI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this...this song brings back lots of memories for me...Hui Yan, i miss you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-6192466418072709687?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/6192466418072709687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/6192466418072709687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-feeling-alittle-nostalgic-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-5433974561465381476</id><published>2007-05-26T12:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T12:34:55.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I know one day you will be touched by everything that i have done...it's just in HIS time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-5433974561465381476?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/5433974561465381476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/5433974561465381476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-know-one-day-you-will-be-touched-by.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-2696990192347454595</id><published>2007-05-25T06:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T06:37:30.545+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/RlZwstPHswI/AAAAAAAAACg/_stDJYtRtG0/s1600-h/m82088261%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068362344011641602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/RlZwstPHswI/AAAAAAAAACg/_stDJYtRtG0/s320/m82088261%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tossing and turning...why can't things ever be stable...why are there ups and downs all the time...We have come so far and only to realise that we are falling back down again...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-2696990192347454595?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/2696990192347454595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/2696990192347454595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/05/tossing-and-turning.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/RlZwstPHswI/AAAAAAAAACg/_stDJYtRtG0/s72-c/m82088261%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-9063117884109105534</id><published>2007-05-23T23:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T23:17:04.518+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The boyfriend is not happy again...sigh...and i really don't know why...he just switched off his phone the whole night and later texted me to say "Goodnight, Jean." I guess he must be PMSing...for no reason he just gets angry with me...plus i haven't done anything wrong today...I just went for Johnathan's nineteenth birthday in the evening and was back home sleeping after that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-9063117884109105534?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/9063117884109105534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/9063117884109105534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/05/boyfriend-is-not-happy-again.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-7252229074103188584</id><published>2007-05-23T14:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T14:35:00.838+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I am finally done with my exams and i pray that by God's Grace i will make it through this time round...Listening to some classical piano music right now...it's so soothing and it's bringing me back memories...loads of memories...all of my beautiful past which i know it will continue when i get back home...yes, i miss life back in Singapore...all my lovely friends...and i came across someone's blog...and i saw those beautiful smiles and pictures of people back home...i miss it so much...i finally realised how beautiful it is to be back in Singapore...the beach, sunset, nice music, great food, beautiful women and gorgeous men, nice romantic places, wine and dine, family...seriously, i can't wait to graduate and get back home to reunite with all my loved ones again...there's no place better than home...my sunny island, Singapore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-7252229074103188584?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/7252229074103188584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/7252229074103188584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-finally-done-with-my-exams-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-3387216589731759445</id><published>2007-05-21T19:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T21:46:12.180+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Okay Paper 1 is finally over...and i seriously have no clue whether i will be passing it anot coz there were two huge questions on public health which i didnt study and i basically made my answers up...i just have to trust in God that through his abundant grace i will PASS! I have got to believe so that i can receive it...Anyway, quarrelled with the boyfriend again this afternoon...received a text from him saying "Bloody Rude Girl"...Oh my goodness...when i saw the text i was like what happened...i just finished my lunch and i was feeling down from my paper...and why out of the blue you texted me to scold me...PLUS...there wasn't any sorry from him...i always got scolded for being rude and not saying sorry but this time round it seems like he is the one...sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-3387216589731759445?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/3387216589731759445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/3387216589731759445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/05/okay-paper-1-is-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-1847688350767597775</id><published>2007-05-20T23:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T19:03:08.353+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I am feeling tearful once more...just the night before my exams...i wish i hadnt seen you tonight...so i wont have to bear the speed of your fast car that send shivers to me...i thought i was gonna die in a car crash...you scared me once more...the words exchanged tonight may not be what you wanna hear...but that's the truth...i have so many things to justify what i said...but it's best keeping quiet i guess...you promised prayers but becoz of all your other plans...and becoz it's late...everything just went down the drain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-1847688350767597775?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/1847688350767597775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/1847688350767597775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-feeling-tearful-once-more.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-6764138892926255028</id><published>2007-05-19T14:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T14:14:12.696+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I have so much anger with the boyfriend...things wouldnt have been this way if i didnt get to know you...so much regrets...lesson learnt...never give up anything for a man...it's not worth it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-6764138892926255028?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/6764138892926255028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/6764138892926255028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-have-so-much-anger-with-boyfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-3047245766672172768</id><published>2007-05-17T02:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T02:25:48.188+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Just thinkin' about tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Clears away the cobwebs and the sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Till there's none...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-3047245766672172768?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/3047245766672172768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/3047245766672172768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-thinkin-about-tomorrow-clears-away.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-4101856034502603773</id><published>2007-05-16T16:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T16:10:24.885+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I&lt;em&gt; am sorry to have hurt the people around me...i saw the tears in all of your eyes...it hurts like mad...my heart is bleeding...sometimes i wish that i wasnt on this earth so that i wont have caused so much hurt to you guys...i am so useless...always behaving like a spolit princess...i think i may be leaving Glasgow for good to recover from everything...much love, Jean&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-4101856034502603773?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/4101856034502603773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/4101856034502603773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-sorry-to-have-hurt-people-around.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-9010943838913849382</id><published>2007-05-16T01:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T01:31:49.832+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Psalm 34:18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"The Lord is close to the brokenhearted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and saves those who are crushed in spirit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dear Lord, I just pray that this night you will surround me with your love and warmth, for i need it so much from you right now. For you alone will love me so much besides my Earthly Parents. Wipe away every tear from my eyes. You have my heart Father. You are my strength. God of grace and power. Carry me through this tough time. Father, i ask that you will bless me with a man who will love me like you. Your unfailing love. This i make in your most precious name. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-9010943838913849382?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/9010943838913849382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/9010943838913849382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/05/psalm-3418-lord-is-close-to.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-7325296720564124079</id><published>2007-05-14T15:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T15:26:21.888+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Colossian 3:17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Fears has caused me to run away from you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-7325296720564124079?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/7325296720564124079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/7325296720564124079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/05/colossian-317-and-whatever-you-do.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-862172744122708984</id><published>2007-05-14T01:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T01:16:18.534+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/RkeqFUsV46I/AAAAAAAAACY/9LIbTXc0lPE/s1600-h/love[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064203314432172962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/RkeqFUsV46I/AAAAAAAAACY/9LIbTXc0lPE/s320/love%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-862172744122708984?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/862172744122708984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/862172744122708984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/RkeqFUsV46I/AAAAAAAAACY/9LIbTXc0lPE/s72-c/love%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-4845491257561640890</id><published>2007-05-13T13:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T14:05:35.043+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Psalm 31:1-5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"In you, O Lord, I have taken refuge;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;let me never be out to shame;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;deliever me in your righteousness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Turn your ear to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;come quickly to my rescue;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;be my rock of refuge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;a strong fortress to save me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Since you are my rock and my fortress,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;for the sake of your name lead and guide me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Free me from the trap that is set for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;for you are my refuge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Into your hands I commit my spirit;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;redeem me, O Lord, the God of truth."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-4845491257561640890?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/4845491257561640890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/4845491257561640890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/05/psalm-311-5-in-you-o-lord-i-have-taken.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-4377547657007357415</id><published>2007-05-12T12:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T12:48:40.327+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MICHY-BOO-BOO is slightly pissed but happy.</title><content type='html'>HELLO EVERYONE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   THIS IS HAPPY MICHY SAYING HELLO TO EVERYONE FROM GLASGOW :)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;LOVE,&lt;br /&gt;   THE RANDOM &amp; IRONIC BLUE GHOST&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-4377547657007357415?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/4377547657007357415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/4377547657007357415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/05/michy-boo-boo-is-slightly-pissed-but.html' title='MICHY-BOO-BOO is slightly pissed but happy.'/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-2404943439080893711</id><published>2007-05-12T11:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T12:16:43.700+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hebrews 13:15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"With Jesus' help we will continually offer our sacrifice of praise to God by telling others of the glory of his name."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The faithful have learned that in the long run, life works best when they reach out in an adoring venture of faith to praise God with daring defiance even though reason rises up and argues to the contrary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Sometimes i feel like a fool to you, but i will just continue perservering...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-2404943439080893711?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/2404943439080893711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/2404943439080893711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/05/hebrews-1315-with-jesus-help-we-will.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338920.post-7250090245033781393</id><published>2007-05-12T00:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T00:30:41.987+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lord, I want to find my happiness in you Coz you will never disappoint. This i make in Your most holy Name. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8338920-7250090245033781393?l=puppyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/7250090245033781393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8338920/posts/default/7250090245033781393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppyjean.blogspot.com/2007/05/lord-i-want-to-find-my-happiness-in-you.html' title=''/><author><name>jeansoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346366335553193131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JTs0UEZ0UQ/SgBph_mWjTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BLaNrZNAPb0/S220/Photo+61.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
