<?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-6734195137980053739</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:44:13.762+10:00</updated><title type='text'>;  jennyy _ __ #</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjenny.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734195137980053739/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjenny.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>xxjennyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06589559851656410139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734195137980053739.post-5694862960153415807</id><published>2008-08-18T16:46:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T17:17:03.955+10:00</updated><title type='text'>n2s</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It's been 5 weeks and I'm losing the memories..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;090708: Sydney Airport Australia to Guang Zhou Flight number CZ321 Seat... Seat something..&lt;br /&gt;100708: Plane transfer to Beijing go to hotel sleep ;D&lt;br /&gt;110708: rocket museum local chinese buddies rockets, eggs and take off chun yi legend of kung fu performance scary monks with lots of makeup&lt;br /&gt;120708: great war of china very tiring steep stairs (were they even stairs?) v. steep, yiheyuan boring stuff&lt;br /&gt;130708: tianan men square forbidden city only day with clear blue sky shopping acrobatics performance weird stuff&lt;br /&gt;140708: hutong village bell tower drum tower steep stairs yet again tea ceromony lovely tea&lt;br /&gt;150708: tiantan, 2hr train trip to jinan shan dong horrible place bugs yuck food stupid shower nice beds lets all sleep in the same room again&lt;br /&gt;160708: activities making catapults waterfights bonfire by night pretty stuff when its big it was raining funny watching the people trying to keep the fire going&lt;br /&gt;170708: paper cutting dough figurines cherries and cucumber i killed my cherry and the cucumber's ugly byebye camp site i dont think ill miss you D:&lt;br /&gt;180708: confuscious place rainy days hotel was scary with all those corners and corridors and automatically turn on lights that turn on abit later than you expect which scares you and people still played hide and seek&lt;br /&gt;190708: mencious place yes they are right next to each other lovely hotel only it had corners to and that was scary but it had better lighting, a garden with baby peacocks and free movies on tv&lt;br /&gt;200708: mountain climbing taishan mountian funny watching people hike almost died top was the best all foggy took cable car after 2/3 of the way? it was like entering heaven with all the fog and that lunch was not nice had a bit more to climb the top top was even better because you can't see a thing xD&lt;br /&gt;210708: back to jinan shopping time best hotel here (besides the porn on tv)&lt;br /&gt;220708: australia, we're coming back ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734195137980053739-5694862960153415807?l=xxjenny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjenny.blogspot.com/feeds/5694862960153415807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734195137980053739&amp;postID=5694862960153415807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734195137980053739/posts/default/5694862960153415807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734195137980053739/posts/default/5694862960153415807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjenny.blogspot.com/2008/08/n2s.html' title='n2s'/><author><name>xxjennyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06589559851656410139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734195137980053739.post-8444713167553232958</id><published>2008-06-11T20:40:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T20:44:29.725+10:00</updated><title type='text'>-GASP-</title><content type='html'>I am so bored I'm going to blog two days in a row :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny Lam told me Ms Khattar might have gone to her blog. D: How scary that is. Mr Tripolone might have stumbled upon Theresa's blog too!. I should blog less, to decrease my chance of being found by a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another topic, I WANNA GO YEAR 11 CAMP ALREADY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734195137980053739-8444713167553232958?l=xxjenny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjenny.blogspot.com/feeds/8444713167553232958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734195137980053739&amp;postID=8444713167553232958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734195137980053739/posts/default/8444713167553232958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734195137980053739/posts/default/8444713167553232958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjenny.blogspot.com/2008/06/gasp.html' title='-GASP-'/><author><name>xxjennyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06589559851656410139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734195137980053739.post-2445427336891490034</id><published>2008-06-10T18:25:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T21:02:25.330+10:00</updated><title type='text'>If we went camping regularly...</title><content type='html'>Today in Geography I brang up the idea of camping to Theresa. Then we formed a plan to wake up at 7AM and go to Chipping Norton Lake and camp in our PJs. We'd (learn to) fish in Theresa's uncle's boat and barbeque all day. No one in our group wants to wake up at 7 to set up a tent and sleep in the cold though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was thinking, 'If we were to go camping camping regularly, like once a month, in our pajamas, would we attract media?'. I asked Theresa another idea came up. I told her she would attract attention and be famous and she said it would be embarrassing and she didnt want to be famous through embarrassment. One thought lead to another and this is what she came up with: we camp out, we go to sleep, one group would decide to go row the boat for a while whilst the other continues to sleep. The group rowing the boat would 'accidently' drop their oars and after a few (or maybe it was 12) hours the group sleeping would wake, realise the other group is gone and come to the rescue. Of course the group stuck in the boat would have lots of food incase they get hungry or bored. Then when the media comes, the food would be thrown overboard if it wasn't eaten yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theresa wanted to be the one who rescued the people on the boat but then she decided she didn't want to do it herself. So we told Jenny Lam about it. She asked how we were gonna pee and Theresa said we'd wear nappies. Then she decided that she wanted to be a hero too! And then she said that she and Theresa should be on the boat too and then swim out to rescue us (I didn't really get what they were saying). So we decided... hmm.. I was fixing a typo and now I forgot what I was about to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Theresa wondered whether we would be accused and charged of media fraud. Is there such thing? We're just purposely, accidently, getting media attention :) We're just being 'attention seekers' says Jenny Lam. Then I had to go so that my mum could go the career meeting or something that was held at our school, but I couldn't close the window. &gt;_______&gt; I'm in the car right now waiting for the meeting to finish. I am saving time. :D I still have an hour to go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who thinks we would attract attention?&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather be the survivors or the heros?&lt;br /&gt;Ooh.. and no stealing the idea, no matter how good (or bad) it sounds. Otherwise you must credit us big time. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734195137980053739-2445427336891490034?l=xxjenny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjenny.blogspot.com/feeds/2445427336891490034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734195137980053739&amp;postID=2445427336891490034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734195137980053739/posts/default/2445427336891490034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734195137980053739/posts/default/2445427336891490034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjenny.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-we-went-camping-regularly.html' title='If we went camping regularly...'/><author><name>xxjennyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06589559851656410139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734195137980053739.post-1042756803711590458</id><published>2008-04-27T15:22:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T16:59:51.216+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitten.</title><content type='html'>I have just returned from the 'park' where there was a little after party sort of thing for the olympics relay thingo. The lion dancing people were there and there was a barbeque. I'm currently reading &lt;em&gt;The Nanny Diaries&lt;/em&gt; and after looking after my little cousin today I feel like a nanny. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... the place were full of old people. There was this performance thing happening and half the acts were old people dancing. xD Cowboy style too. Well, they were wearing those cowboy hats, pointy boots, jeans, belts and buckles anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then came the lion dancing. At the end of it, the people in the lions walked around being friendly yeah, and then this white one came my way. Then it was right in my face. My little cousin was sitting next to me patting it and it was just standing there in front of my face, moving about and making me dizzy. :S Then another one came from behind and bit me on the head. Then ANOTHER one came from the side and I was surrounded by lions. And they were like attacking me whilst my brother is sitting on my left staring at them and my cousin is sitting on my right patting them. Ahahahaha. And then the one that bit me on the head moved to my brother and bit him on the head. ahahahah it was so funny because they did it so many time whilst they did it once to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the time came to leave, my little cousin was literally attached to me. He wouldn't let go of my finger. I took him to his car which was next to the car I arrived in which was my uncle's car. He wanted to sit on my uncle's car though so I had to shove him into his own car. He started crying then. I can't remember exactly how I managed to get into my uncle's car but I did. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I think that's about it for today. I'm blogging too regularly right now.&lt;br /&gt;Theresa's making me a new layout. I'm going to miss that little elephant up there even though I've only really looked at it a few times. xDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734195137980053739-1042756803711590458?l=xxjenny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjenny.blogspot.com/feeds/1042756803711590458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734195137980053739&amp;postID=1042756803711590458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734195137980053739/posts/default/1042756803711590458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734195137980053739/posts/default/1042756803711590458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjenny.blogspot.com/2008/04/bitten.html' title='Bitten.'/><author><name>xxjennyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06589559851656410139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734195137980053739.post-4724012138568148443</id><published>2008-04-24T18:40:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T14:21:01.988+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Superdead</title><content type='html'>Today was the 08 olympic torch relay thingo in Australia. Overall, the day was boring and tiring, which made me even more tired than I have been this whole week, and let me tell you, I've been feeling super dead this whole week. The day started at approximately 2:30am, a time that I'm not use to living. We arrive in Canberra [is that how you spell it?] at 7. It is freezing cold and I wish I had mittens. I see hot air balloons everywhere and laughed at the one shaped like an owl. No wait, it was a cookabara? I can't remmeber what it's called. It was brown and owl looking but it wasn't an owl. Anyways, the tour group I'm with traveled down to the front so that we're right next to the lake. I was amazed at all the Asians, Chinese in particular, there because I thought the olympics were multicultural. &gt;_________&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wait until 8:30 before the lighting the torch thing happens. In the meantime, there was this whole bunch of girlies [like hundreds of them; I think they were all girls :S] singing the Australian anthem or something. I couldn't hear because right next to me was this group of lion dancers playing their drums. These girls rowing on boats rowed to the front of where the lighting the torch thing was happening and it took ages before the torch reached them and was lit. I think the girls were olympians but I'm not really into the olympics so I didn't know who they were. Anyways, during this time, I was standing on this pole thing that was about 10 cm taller than the steps that most people stepped on to see the ceromony. There was a group of Chinese teenagers behind me whose view I was blocking. I think they came directly from China. I was eavesdropping because I had nothing to do and they were having such funny conversations, though I don't remember much of it. Then this plane was sky writing. The first letter was 'F' and the group of Chinese were like 'Are they writing the F-word?'. The second letter was 'R' and this guy was like, 'they're writing FRIENDS, they want to be friends with me'. Ahahaha it seemed so funny then. Turns out they were writing FREE TIBET. &gt;________&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to the 2nd place where we would see the torch. Apparently there was a fight there and people 50 metres away ran to see it but stopped half way. Ahahah. It was hilarious watching people running and saying 'There's a fight there's a fight!' and then slowing down before they get anywhere near the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this charity organisation thingo called Amnesty something. They were carrying huge paper candles around that looked so funny, supporting human rights and freeing Tibet. Then there was another group that protested against that and they started arguing. It was very funny, though I only heard the first few minuntes of it before I was dragged away. You'll probably see this in the news. Actually, the news is probably more informative than this post. Ahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After arriving back at Cabra at 2 pm [wows, almost 12 hours] we headed to the park because my mum said I needed to get out more often. Then my mum wanders off and leaves me in the park with my brother. The park is so desolated and grey but around it is all green and people filled, which is very strange. After 10 minutes I go back to the car with my brother and no one is there. I would have called my mum but she did something to it and now I can only receive calls. So I stand there waiting for her to call or come whilst planning with my brother what to when she gets back. When I finally receive her phone call she says she's at the car, which is obvious lie, seeing as my brother and I were at the car already. It's not very good to lie when you're an adult, kids copy you. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY ANZAC DAY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734195137980053739-4724012138568148443?l=xxjenny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjenny.blogspot.com/feeds/4724012138568148443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734195137980053739&amp;postID=4724012138568148443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734195137980053739/posts/default/4724012138568148443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734195137980053739/posts/default/4724012138568148443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjenny.blogspot.com/2008/04/superdead.html' title='Superdead'/><author><name>xxjennyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06589559851656410139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734195137980053739.post-7443920436152245157</id><published>2008-04-11T15:44:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T16:29:04.220+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! The long awaited holidays is here! And I'm starving because I went through the day with chips, a tiny box of fried rice and yeah. All because the canteen didn't have food. &gt;_______&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha. I just remembered the day we say the worm and the rat. xD&lt;br /&gt;It was a rainy Tuesday but our seats on the stairs were dry enough to sit on. I was just about to sit and I saw a worm. It was ttttttttttttttttttttthhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiisssssssssssssssssssssss long. Maybe even longer. Everyone thought it was a stick at first. We jumped off the stairs and watched it wriggle about. Ahahah. It was so funny. I can't remember whether that was at recess or lunch. But at lunch there was a mouse running around Jeannie's place. It was so cute. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734195137980053739-7443920436152245157?l=xxjenny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjenny.blogspot.com/feeds/7443920436152245157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734195137980053739&amp;postID=7443920436152245157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734195137980053739/posts/default/7443920436152245157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734195137980053739/posts/default/7443920436152245157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjenny.blogspot.com/2008/04/yay-long-awaited-holidays-is-here-and.html' title=''/><author><name>xxjennyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06589559851656410139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734195137980053739.post-1014357830263074665</id><published>2008-04-06T14:17:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T14:28:53.046+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pain! The Pain!</title><content type='html'>So as many of you would know, us unfortunate girls had vaccanations on Friday to prevent us from getting cervical cancer. And the injection hurts! And I heard it hurts more on our second and third dose? &gt;_________&gt; My arm doesn't hurt now unless I press on it. But the thing is, the injection was on my right arm, and I like to sleep on my right arm. Actually, I can only sleep properly on my right arm. But if I sleep on my right arm, it hurts. So for the past two nights I have been sleeping very uncomfortably. &gt;_________&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I should be major working right now, making up my logs. but making up logs are such a bother. They have consumed my whole weekend, preventing me from doing stuff I want to do. Major work sucks. I wish it would die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the positive side, we have one more week of school left! Yay! And we have half the day off on Tuesday! Yay! And it's Jenny N's birthday tomorrow! Yay! The baby of our group is growing old like the rest of us. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this last week of school means history notes are due! And at the end of the week we have to start making notes for our half yearlies. &gt;____________&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734195137980053739-1014357830263074665?l=xxjenny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjenny.blogspot.com/feeds/1014357830263074665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734195137980053739&amp;postID=1014357830263074665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734195137980053739/posts/default/1014357830263074665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734195137980053739/posts/default/1014357830263074665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjenny.blogspot.com/2008/04/pain-pain.html' title='The Pain! The Pain!'/><author><name>xxjennyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06589559851656410139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734195137980053739.post-5546422195603443034</id><published>2008-03-06T17:59:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T20:29:12.935+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm bored.</title><content type='html'>Today we are permanently kicked out of our spot, which is in front of the French staff room in case you didnt know. So we're in search of a new place to live. Suggestions are welcome as long as the place is away from handballs and is not so lonely. Normally when we are kicked out from the French staff room we'd be able to come back in a few days. Now the teachers put a sign that say OUT OF BOUNDS unless it's raining. &gt;________&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week.&lt;br /&gt;Monday: English assessment. It was easier than I thought it would be, maybe because I could actually answer this English question this time unlike all the other times we had a English assessment.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Theresa tied my shoelaces funnily. We didn't play chess at all during Chess time.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: The common test. Again it was easier than I thought but then I know I made LOTS of mistakes. For example the lastest question.&lt;br /&gt;Thurday: Skills test. I think I forgot how to draw a graph. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: It's not here yet. I should post at the end of a week rather than the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year 10 formal this year is at Sheridan? It's $130. I don't really wanna complain but do we really need insurance? And wows, some people already bought dresses. I haven't even started looking for one yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week there's the History Assessment.&lt;br /&gt;Then the week after the SRP's due.&lt;br /&gt;Then two weeks later the MW's due. I don't even have a plot for my story yet. &gt;_______&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall be starting on a new layout for tC when I am bothered.&lt;br /&gt;Actually I already started on Jenny Lam. But I don't think we'll be using the original idea, since everyone except Theresa likes the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably the longest blog post I've ever made.&lt;br /&gt;And it shall grow longer.&lt;br /&gt;And longer.&lt;br /&gt;And longer.&lt;br /&gt;Aish. I need a new layout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734195137980053739-5546422195603443034?l=xxjenny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjenny.blogspot.com/feeds/5546422195603443034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734195137980053739&amp;postID=5546422195603443034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734195137980053739/posts/default/5546422195603443034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734195137980053739/posts/default/5546422195603443034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjenny.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-bored.html' title='I&apos;m bored.'/><author><name>xxjennyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06589559851656410139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734195137980053739.post-8767428653672961470</id><published>2008-02-12T20:25:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T21:05:27.382+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Good evening :]</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody. Guess how I spent my last day as a 14 year old yesterday night? Helping my uncle move furniture. xD Well.. I wasn't exactly moving any furniture, more like standing in front of the house drawing people and pretending to be watching the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what surprise I got today? A cooked chicken as a birthday cake. Isn't that thoughtful. Yes, its very thoughtful.. I also have 2 ginormous star jars. One is only less than a quarter full, using all the stars that lots of people made today. Thanks everyone who made the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... now we have major work and science project to do this term. Argh. Couldn't they put it in separate terms? I have no idea what to do for any of them. Maybe after this post I can think of something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be the day Kevin Rudd says sorry to the Stolen Generation. 'It's important because its a historical event.' Wows. I never realise that I will actually be living in a time where people will look back and think of the significance. Like the September 11 and the Bali bombing and the boxing day tsunami. Eh.. I dont really know what I'm going on about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurday is Valentines Day. Go buy roses for Jenny Lam. She feels unloved. She felt unloved a few weeks ago anyways. Ooh, and in case you havent noticed, I made a layout for this wonderful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentines. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734195137980053739-8767428653672961470?l=xxjenny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjenny.blogspot.com/feeds/8767428653672961470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734195137980053739&amp;postID=8767428653672961470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734195137980053739/posts/default/8767428653672961470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734195137980053739/posts/default/8767428653672961470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjenny.blogspot.com/2008/02/good-evening.html' title='Good evening :]'/><author><name>xxjennyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06589559851656410139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734195137980053739.post-5770127328648527077</id><published>2008-02-03T17:19:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T17:42:58.451+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is the first sunday of the term.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I have heaps to do already. &gt;_______&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, I think I like my timetable this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Apart from the fact that I have Ms E for commerce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And Mr M again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I was just reading Theresa's and Jenny L's blog and it is so so long. I can never think of anything to write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm... Oh yesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am in the process of making a new layout for Valentine's day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll probably be very unbothered to code it so theresa will probably do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It will be PINK. But it's so pink it hurts my eyes. That's probably because I never really like-like pink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734195137980053739-5770127328648527077?l=xxjenny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjenny.blogspot.com/feeds/5770127328648527077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734195137980053739&amp;postID=5770127328648527077' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734195137980053739/posts/default/5770127328648527077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734195137980053739/posts/default/5770127328648527077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjenny.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-is-first-sunday-of-term.html' title=''/><author><name>xxjennyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06589559851656410139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734195137980053739.post-4872456584928810535</id><published>2008-01-22T13:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T13:18:08.833+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My trip to china !</title><content type='html'>It's been 1 week since i came back fromchina.  I would say it was a joyous trip but the hours spent going back and forth was just melancholic.  It was a disastrous.  Now, i dont often get travel sickness but watching another person get sick is another thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734195137980053739-4872456584928810535?l=xxjenny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjenny.blogspot.com/feeds/4872456584928810535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734195137980053739&amp;postID=4872456584928810535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734195137980053739/posts/default/4872456584928810535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734195137980053739/posts/default/4872456584928810535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjenny.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-trip-to-china.html' title='My trip to china !'/><author><name>xxjennyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06589559851656410139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734195137980053739.post-1295417457045126645</id><published>2008-01-16T13:52:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T13:58:12.884+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You may be somewhat anxious today, for you can feel the weight of your life holding things in place. This might be reassuring for some people, but too many responsibilities can stir up your fears of getting stuck somewhere you ultimately don't want to be. It's not that you are unhappy; it's just that you may need more freedom than you currently possess. Your best strategy now is to acknowledge your dreams without trying to manifest them right away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- iGoogle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's my horoscope today. I got it from igoogle, which I think got from tarot.com or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So... I'm not feeling anxious at all. I don't feel the weight of my life but I do feel how boring it is right now. Is that reassuring? I have no responsibilities right now. None that I remember anyways. Except going to the pool look after my cousin and brother when they're taking swimming lessons. Yes. I lack freedom. Ahahaha. My best strategy nowis to acknoledge my dreams. I don't have any dreams nor do I dream anything at night. This thing sucks. I'm only writing a post so that Jenny can read it when she is so bored and she reads everyones blogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734195137980053739-1295417457045126645?l=xxjenny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjenny.blogspot.com/feeds/1295417457045126645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734195137980053739&amp;postID=1295417457045126645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734195137980053739/posts/default/1295417457045126645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734195137980053739/posts/default/1295417457045126645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjenny.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-may-be-somewhat-anxious-today-for.html' title=''/><author><name>xxjennyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06589559851656410139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734195137980053739.post-3854899795567640567</id><published>2008-01-05T16:52:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T17:31:42.816+11:00</updated><title type='text'>two-oh-oh-eight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Goodbye 2oo7 and hello 2oo8!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I would have posted on the first day but I was elsewhere with no convenient internet service. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Last year I:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- was in year 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- turned 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- had my first year of electives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- found out how boring both my electives were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- began to fail maths and all those other subjects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- found our home in school [the fish] which we were forced out of because there was invisible bugs around and the teacher couldn't see us (point stolen from theresa. ahahah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- was about to go to camp but missed out for certain reasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- did real english class work. at least it was real-er than work we did in year 7&amp;amp;8 anyways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- joined sas. its boring but its a bludge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This year I will:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- enter year 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- do my school certificate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- panic about year 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- go to a formal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734195137980053739-3854899795567640567?l=xxjenny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjenny.blogspot.com/feeds/3854899795567640567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734195137980053739&amp;postID=3854899795567640567' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734195137980053739/posts/default/3854899795567640567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734195137980053739/posts/default/3854899795567640567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjenny.blogspot.com/2008/01/two-oh-oh-eight.html' title='two-oh-oh-eight'/><author><name>xxjennyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06589559851656410139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734195137980053739.post-5960417615564968575</id><published>2007-10-17T15:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T16:38:09.398+10:00</updated><title type='text'>wednesday 17 october</title><content type='html'>today we went to belgenny farm. well, i did anyways. with my history el class. because it was a history elective excursion. i dont think there was much of a point going there. i think the teacher only allowed us to go because our grade didnt get to go in year 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we came in the most standing out thing was the toilet. it was labelled rams and ewes instead of m and f. then we became shephards, chasing sheep over the bridge and into their little caged area. then we watch 2 dogs, bill and hank,  do a much better job of chasing the sheep. then we watched a demo on how to sheer a sheep. the sheep was so very woolly and it's wool came off like a coat. the sheep looked very naked when its wool all came off. poor sheep. wows. i cant believe how cheap sheep are. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- lunch. is it not ironic that i was eating chicken roll whilst staring at chickens screaming their heads off? -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see.. oh yesh. we were divided into 3 groups. my group looked at the buildings first. apparently, the owner of the farm, john macarther, died in front of the fireplace. his death is still unknown i think. the door to his room is like stuck so you cant get in. and when you look into his room through the little door space you're suppose to be able to see the silhoutte of his clothes or something. i didnt see anything though. anyways. the next building was a stable. we had to be historians or something. i wouldnt be a very good historian. then we went to the haunted mill. 200 years ago or something this drunk guy in the macarther family was looking for his wife but nobody would tell him where she is incase he hurt her. this guy name james went to look for help but was killed by the drunk guy who climbed onto a horse and ran off. later on they found his wife covered in the drunk guy's blood. he suicided. a year later they held a memorial for james and his face was seen passing through the top window. scary?&lt;br /&gt;then we went to the black smith to bend metal. nothing much interesting. except maybe the bellow, even though i didnt want a turn to pump it.&lt;br /&gt;finally we made butter. our group was the slowest in making butter. then we got free bread with our butter spread on top. yay free bread and butter. T_________________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- recess. -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the cemetery. of the macarther family. where we saw emily's tomb. she was 7 when she died. and her coffin was damaged by some people some time ago. for those of you who don't know emily, ha. &gt;____________&gt; if you took photos in the tomb, the photos wouldnt come out. scary? the only photos that ever came out were some of the ones taken by the tour guide. then it was time to head back to school. T_____T we had to step on dettol before we went on the bus incase we caught the horse flu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-hometime!-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734195137980053739-5960417615564968575?l=xxjenny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjenny.blogspot.com/feeds/5960417615564968575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734195137980053739&amp;postID=5960417615564968575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734195137980053739/posts/default/5960417615564968575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734195137980053739/posts/default/5960417615564968575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjenny.blogspot.com/2007/10/wednesday-17-october.html' title='wednesday 17 october'/><author><name>xxjennyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06589559851656410139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734195137980053739.post-2422064944804028510</id><published>2007-10-01T20:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T20:38:04.532+10:00</updated><title type='text'>jenny's house</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHA theresa! You better remember whatever it is you dont want to remember. Anyways.. WOWS I'm posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Sophie, Theresa, Aimee, Mandy and I went to Jenny's house. She wouldnt let us in until Theresa was here. Theresa was suppose to follow some conditions before we were allowed in. We went to the petrol station nearby and bought water balloons and ate noodles before Sophie came. Then.. we went in to Jenny's room whilst waiting to dry up and we talked about stuff I can't remember while Sophie and Mandy were playing Pokemon on their DS. Then we traced pictures on catalogues [yesh we were that bored] and then played the grudge game. Every time we go to jenny's house we always play the grudge game. It's like a ritual and we never finish it. Meh. Then we walked to the petrol station again and found it was closed. Ahaha. We say a guy in a little motorbike filling up petrol once. Then I think Theresa left. We begged her to take us to her house. Then Sophie, Mandy and Aimee played eyetoy whilst Jenny and I stared and laughed. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all this time Jenny Lam was at some party in some rich house in Canley Heights, thinking that would be way better than what we did.&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/6734195137980053739-2422064944804028510?l=xxjenny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjenny.blogspot.com/feeds/2422064944804028510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734195137980053739&amp;postID=2422064944804028510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734195137980053739/posts/default/2422064944804028510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734195137980053739/posts/default/2422064944804028510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjenny.blogspot.com/2007/10/jennys-house.html' title='jenny&apos;s house'/><author><name>xxjennyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06589559851656410139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734195137980053739.post-2954989770440306313</id><published>2007-09-01T21:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T21:22:36.330+10:00</updated><title type='text'>official... ?</title><content type='html'>THE FIRST OFFICIAL POST OF MY BLOG...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAH DAHS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing to celebrate here so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoo.. go away. i don't use blogs. you cant find out anything about me. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6734195137980053739-2954989770440306313?l=xxjenny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjenny.blogspot.com/feeds/2954989770440306313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6734195137980053739&amp;postID=2954989770440306313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734195137980053739/posts/default/2954989770440306313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734195137980053739/posts/default/2954989770440306313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjenny.blogspot.com/2007/09/official.html' title='official... ?'/><author><name>xxjennyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06589559851656410139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
