<?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-7662626311195079278</id><updated>2012-01-08T01:44:02.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Janelle ONG</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thosedirtylittlesecretsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662626311195079278/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thosedirtylittlesecretsofmine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xTXCkI5lLgc/SuXBBemewcI/AAAAAAAAAHM/13zyyjm2zu0/S220/img.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662626311195079278.post-7933097190211233128</id><published>2009-09-18T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T21:05:59.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th POST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haiiiiii. I'm like so facking bored right now and I seriously feel like sleeping. But I CAN'T cause i have tuition later. GOD. I seriously hate my boring life. I'm gonna go back to K.L on Monday and I wonder who will we be visiting for a week. -_- i guess i will get bored at an open house as USUAL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jarriel would probably play with himself. He'll just be pretending to be a soldier and call someone named "Mother". like what is up with him? =_=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm semi facebook-ing now and staring into blank spaces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I SERIOUSLY WANNA GET GLADIATORS. GOD. =_=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6lvMF4Xh4A/R_LKD9Z215I/AAAAAAAAAX4/oJ11fYmUOyQ/s400/gladiator+shoes.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 350px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm DYING for it. T_T &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is another thing that i want so badly:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ma-petite-chou.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/skinny-braided-headband.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 444px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A BRAIDED HEADBAND.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so gonna force mom to bring me to Nose and Diva as soon as we get back to K.L.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, i also found this when i was searching for "gladiators" on Google :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;amp;size=l&amp;amp;tid=4820277" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LIKE OMG! I WANT EM!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=_=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw, i painted my nails black. So it'll be really cool if i get the chance to wear 'em while the holidays last =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662626311195079278-7933097190211233128?l=thosedirtylittlesecretsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thosedirtylittlesecretsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7933097190211233128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thosedirtylittlesecretsofmine.blogspot.com/2009/09/4th-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662626311195079278/posts/default/7933097190211233128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662626311195079278/posts/default/7933097190211233128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thosedirtylittlesecretsofmine.blogspot.com/2009/09/4th-post.html' title='4th POST'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xTXCkI5lLgc/SuXBBemewcI/AAAAAAAAAHM/13zyyjm2zu0/S220/img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6lvMF4Xh4A/R_LKD9Z215I/AAAAAAAAAX4/oJ11fYmUOyQ/s72-c/gladiator+shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662626311195079278.post-1689808769874219935</id><published>2009-09-16T00:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T19:02:47.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3RD POST-IEEE</title><content type='html'>I just got back from school and I'm so fucked up cause of the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;PJ folio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I have to do.&lt;br /&gt;I have to finish it by today or else I'll be fucking dead T_T&lt;br /&gt;I feel like ponteng-ing school tomorrow if i couldn't get it done by today. wakaka.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, our Science teacher didn't come to school today so we had 2 FREE periods to crap about. =D&lt;br /&gt;Me and Meerah bought balloons from the primary school for the science presentation we were supposed to do to get extra marks for the end of the year exam xD&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Pn. N didn't come. I got the balloons cause meerah didn't want 'em and I got hell of a scolding for blowing one of the balloons and writing on it during Sejarah period. Darn Cik Raf. That idiot  &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt;-&lt;u&gt;know&lt;/u&gt;-&lt;i&gt;who &lt;/i&gt;was smirking and laughing. Fuck her. =_=&lt;br /&gt;...and with the extra balloons that we blew before sch, meerah and yuga tied them onto vaness's head. HAHA. she looked so &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;darn cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with the two ponytail balloons on her head. =P&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i have to go do some research now. Bye&lt;br /&gt;- J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662626311195079278-1689808769874219935?l=thosedirtylittlesecretsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thosedirtylittlesecretsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1689808769874219935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thosedirtylittlesecretsofmine.blogspot.com/2009/09/3rd-post-ieee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662626311195079278/posts/default/1689808769874219935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662626311195079278/posts/default/1689808769874219935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thosedirtylittlesecretsofmine.blogspot.com/2009/09/3rd-post-ieee.html' title='3RD POST-IEEE'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xTXCkI5lLgc/SuXBBemewcI/AAAAAAAAAHM/13zyyjm2zu0/S220/img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662626311195079278.post-7652172416710888346</id><published>2009-09-15T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T04:34:47.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2ND POST!</title><content type='html'>Uh hey. &lt;div&gt;Guess what? I'm back on Habbo! =) Habbo is actually really boring but what the heck, at least there are friends who entertain you there xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My battery got kong-ed haha and i had to restart the lappie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what? I showed Vannesa some of my layouts and she said she'd put up one of them as a DB. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so flattered xD I'm over the moon cause of that. I am so in love with my notebook layout &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I ate rendang chicken and coconut rice for dinner.It was deli!! Auntie bought 'em from the market near here.&lt;br /&gt;I drank iced bubble tea milo flav. HAHA GET JEALOUS.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, PJ FOLIO! OMG. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I HAVE NOT EVEN TOUCHED IT YET AND I HAVE TO PASS IT UP THIS THURSDAYYY. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;OMGGG T_T&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i hate my PJ teacher. She's like so fucking strict and she's not nice at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's not like some teachers who are extremely strict but joke around every now and then. She's just too heartless to do that. I always will feel like dying when it's PJ time. Every Monday and Thursday. GAH.&lt;br /&gt;I hate school. Seriously. &lt;br /&gt;- J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662626311195079278-7652172416710888346?l=thosedirtylittlesecretsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thosedirtylittlesecretsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7652172416710888346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thosedirtylittlesecretsofmine.blogspot.com/2009/09/2nd-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662626311195079278/posts/default/7652172416710888346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662626311195079278/posts/default/7652172416710888346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thosedirtylittlesecretsofmine.blogspot.com/2009/09/2nd-post.html' title='2ND POST!'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xTXCkI5lLgc/SuXBBemewcI/AAAAAAAAAHM/13zyyjm2zu0/S220/img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662626311195079278.post-9217871622782613837</id><published>2009-09-15T03:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T03:43:25.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1ST POSTTTTT</title><content type='html'>Hey, this blog is &lt;b&gt;official&lt;/b&gt; starting from today onwards =D&lt;div&gt;I'm not gonna change anymore. Yeah i know i changed blogs for about 5-10(i lost count) times already =_=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel very rude nowadays. Well, I AM. I feel so bad for being rude. I need to repent and change and transform into a &lt;i&gt;nice goody goody angel&lt;/i&gt; who turut everyone's kata. LOL. I was being sarcastic there for a little bit but I'll change. Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I don't have anything else to say cause there IS nothing to say anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See how boring my life is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662626311195079278-9217871622782613837?l=thosedirtylittlesecretsofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thosedirtylittlesecretsofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/9217871622782613837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thosedirtylittlesecretsofmine.blogspot.com/2009/09/1st-posttttt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662626311195079278/posts/default/9217871622782613837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662626311195079278/posts/default/9217871622782613837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thosedirtylittlesecretsofmine.blogspot.com/2009/09/1st-posttttt.html' title='1ST POSTTTTT'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xTXCkI5lLgc/SuXBBemewcI/AAAAAAAAAHM/13zyyjm2zu0/S220/img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
