<?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-5742705</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:29:21.566+07:00</updated><title type='text'>fly away..</title><subtitle type='html'>reflections ni jenny</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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>140</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-116702126681388842</id><published>2006-12-25T11:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T11:34:26.823+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i moved to a new home. herevisit me at http://jennytrindad.wordpress.comlove to all. =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/116702126681388842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/116702126681388842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116702126681388842' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-116582761599725453</id><published>2006-12-11T15:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T16:00:16.010+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Learn about college courses, online universities, and online degrees @KnowledgeQuester.com. visit:  http://www.knowledgequester.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/116582761599725453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/116582761599725453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116582761599725453' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-114053625965208278</id><published>2006-02-21T22:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T22:38:37.836+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>V I S I T: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/114053625965208278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/114053625965208278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114053625965208278' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-111829367477558361</id><published>2005-06-09T12:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T12:47:06.860+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NOW I SING MY LAST GOODBYE..(also posted at my tab)In that 1 minute call, i broke down. I literally fell on the ground, catching my breath and wept aloud. My worst nightmare, my dreaded day, my feared moment came to reality without any warning. My heart was taken away from me.. now the wounds are too great to heal. I was crushed up to my limit.. I could bear it no more.Pain, sickness, suffering..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/111829367477558361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/111829367477558361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111829367477558361' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-111398998903171545</id><published>2005-04-20T16:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T16:39:49.033+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear louie,you're forgiven. you're still my little bro =)call me soon.God bless.ate jenny</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/111398998903171545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/111398998903171545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111398998903171545' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-111244862488487922</id><published>2005-04-02T20:16:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T20:40:52.383+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let me recall my month. Lets update this blog. Hmm..BREATHING FOR 22 YEARS.Yep, I turned 22 last march 30. it was a plain, lonesome celebration at home. It was just me, myself and I. Everyone at home left for the province, the day before my birthday. They were out of town for 5 days. And to make it more pathetic, my dad forgot my birthday *sigh* well, im kinda used to it. It doesn't matter. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/111244862488487922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/111244862488487922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111244862488487922' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-110906068089195698</id><published>2005-02-22T15:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T15:32:06.526+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>be heavenly.being the frustrated book work in me, i easily loose interest in reading. In high school and in college, i hated book reports.. and so, i either let my brother read the book and summarize it for me, or i look for summarized materials already. I started reading a dozen of books.. but i only finished a few. In my mind, i wanted to read a lot of books so that i could learn much. But </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/110906068089195698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/110906068089195698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110906068089195698' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-110845585124057130</id><published>2005-02-15T15:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T15:24:11.243+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MY VALENTINE[edited version]for my tab friends, u can read it full =)I used to think that valentine's day is not for a hopeless-romantic like me.  For the past 21 years of my life... never did I had a date, or  flowers, or chocolates from a prince charming who would come and rescue me from the lonesome valentines day syndrome. I really don't know why.. but im always loveless every hearts day. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/110845585124057130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/110845585124057130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110845585124057130' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-110552232537184594</id><published>2005-01-12T16:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T14:11:05.860+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the smell of college lifelast saturday, i went to my alma matter to get my yearbook and my framed grad pic. There i saw familiar faces, halls i used to pass by everyday, old blockmates, lenient and terror profs, and bulletin boards I used to fix as I've walked going to the registrar's office.it only seemed like a week since the last time I drank iced-choco with extra ice cream and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/110552232537184594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/110552232537184594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110552232537184594' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-110443601369580177</id><published>2004-12-31T01:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T03:18:34.750+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>another year will soon be history. It will just be like all the other years that have passed.. but before it becomes another memory, let me give 2004 a farewell special, and welcome 2005 with a warm hug.Someday, I know that I will always look back on this year.. for it gave me a lot of great and sweet surprises. I have so much to thank God for this year of wonderful blessings.This year... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/110443601369580177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/110443601369580177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110443601369580177' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-110407359519907759</id><published>2004-12-26T21:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T22:06:35.200+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i watched my dear 7-year-old nephew/inaanak for the 2nd time, on his IT'S A SMALL WORLD musical theater play by trumpets. he and his sister auditioned for that play 2 months ago.. pero sya lang yung natangap. he is the youngest among the group of kids who performed. IT'S A SMALL WORLD is a story of toys who moves, talks, sings and dances at night.  my nephew played as "toy simba". he had a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/110407359519907759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/110407359519907759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110407359519907759' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-110389039062896806</id><published>2004-12-24T19:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T19:13:10.630+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>merry christmas everyone!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/110389039062896806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/110389039062896806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110389039062896806' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-110379649133550595</id><published>2004-12-23T16:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T17:10:45.276+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im a little girl again.. im the kid again who is privileged to be irresposible with household chores.. ask for money.. hug my brothers and sisters with the "pa-cute" smile, and do the baby talk.. and other "bunsoy" benefits =)im licensed to be like this today.. only for this christmas season.. simply because... HIS BACK!!!last sunday was a terrible night; one of the worst 1-hour experience of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/110379649133550595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/110379649133550595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110379649133550595' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-110360955268195109</id><published>2004-12-21T13:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T13:12:32.680+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have so much to blog.. but i got so limited time.yet.. i wont miss this special greeting for a special person.happy birthday bud! *hugs*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/110360955268195109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/110360955268195109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110360955268195109' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-110339581099822715</id><published>2004-12-19T01:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T01:50:10.996+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I look up to You Amazed on Your beautyAwed in Your majestyOverwhelmed by Your gloryIn Your splendor, Im but a tiny dirtBut You chose me, You loved meYou picked me upForgiven, acceptedCleansed my soulMade me wholeWho could have thought,You’ll be my best friend The king of all earthCreator of the world</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/110339581099822715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/110339581099822715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110339581099822715' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-110321073778339879</id><published>2004-12-16T22:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T22:31:14.366+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just got home from our last BS for the year. actually, it wasnt really a BS.. but more of a christmas fellowship. it was fun.. and we ate much too! hehe. ohh well, we're only around 10.. but then, i feel happy about it.. coz they still made time for it, considering that the east asia students got their finals and the feu students got their prelims. they were so busy with all the projects.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/110321073778339879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/110321073778339879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110321073778339879' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-110303972540872486</id><published>2004-12-14T22:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T22:55:25.406+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i was asked to share a testimony the other sunday for the pdl next level campaign at church, since it was the celebration or final sunday of the campaign.so.. here's my testimony.-----before we started this campaign, i had the impression na yung "pdl next level" e kapareho lang nung unang pdl. same book.. same discussion.. same message.. the same old pdl book that almost everyone has read.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/110303972540872486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/110303972540872486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110303972540872486' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-110070355550187464</id><published>2004-11-17T21:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T22:04:34.840+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>check this out and be blessed...--- a child's call ---</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/110070355550187464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/110070355550187464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110070355550187464' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-110027334253082932</id><published>2004-11-12T22:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T22:29:02.530+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>------------i look aboveand search for Godsurprized i am to seesomeone's standing next to mehe's looking aboveand searching for Godsurprized he is to seei am standing next to himwe smiled at each otherwith joy in our heartsand started a conversationas if we know each other muchi feel we've metbut no, we haven'ti think i saw himin my dreams, i guessto God i whispered,"is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/110027334253082932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/110027334253082932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110027334253082932' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-110009512286506675</id><published>2004-11-10T20:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T20:58:42.866+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>---------it hurts to hurt peopleand its sad to make people sadbut sometimes, pain is the best optionthan do what is not rightit will only hurt for a whilea few drop of tears in your eyesbut tomorrow when you get upyou'll forget what happened this night-------</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/110009512286506675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/110009512286506675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110009512286506675' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-109999594053117042</id><published>2004-11-09T16:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T17:30:37.736+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if most people needs rest because of too much work...im a person who needs work because of too much rest if im being unproductive at the moment... it doesnt mean that i dont have anything to do. the truth is... i have to finish a hundred things, but my thoughts are jumbled. my head jumps from one idea to the other that i dont know where to begin. imagine, im confused with what to think about, how</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/109999594053117042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/109999594053117042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109999594053117042' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-109973301993517262</id><published>2004-11-06T15:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T22:07:42.253+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>intervarsity's leadership-discipleship camp[check out some lcdc pics here]saturday at 5am, right after work.. i just went home to pack up, then run to jam transit in buendia for the 8am ride to lemery, batangas. it was my 1st time to go out of town on my own. all my 3-hour travel, i was deep asleep =)i arrived there on the 3rd day of the camp. the original plan was, i'll be staying there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/109973301993517262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/109973301993517262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109973301993517262' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-109794104245380914</id><published>2004-10-16T22:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T22:40:37.653+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>life is a constant battle..changes are continuously happening..circumstances and people, turn from one side to anothersometimes we're upsometimes we're downsometimes we're highsometimes we're lowand sometimes, we're even getting lower and lowerall is inconsistent..everything changes...even though we dont want to.even though we want to preserve something that we think is really good</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/109794104245380914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/109794104245380914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109794104245380914' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-109768030829878233</id><published>2004-10-13T21:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T22:19:22.163+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HIGH-LOW for the dayi'll start with the low'sLOW's:* i spent too much* i woke up late* im 5 minutes late from work* im supposed to listen to live calls this morning.. but, no call came in, to the agent assigned to me.. so i didnt get a chance to listen to atleast 1 call* i got a text from IBM phil, for an opening job.. but i cant accept it anymore, coz i got a 1 year contract with my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/109768030829878233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/109768030829878233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109768030829878233' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-109721544664408006</id><published>2004-10-08T13:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T13:04:06.643+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just wanna blog.. without knowing what to write. i know that i got a lotta things in my head now... things that i dunno if i should really bother thinking about. my heart is feeling crazy... mixed emotions. i dunno if silence is the key.. or if i should put my thoughts into words. and if ever i'll be blurting out my ideas.. would someone care to listen? but if i wont be speaking.. would someone</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/109721544664408006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/109721544664408006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109721544664408006' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-109594920075784181</id><published>2004-09-23T21:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T21:20:00.756+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>plug::so all ya college students out there... join us!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/109594920075784181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/109594920075784181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109594920075784181' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-109569665727897132</id><published>2004-09-20T22:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T23:10:57.280+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the weather is getting colda sign that christmas season is fast approachingbut people are getting coldera sign of friendships drifting apartmaybe, this is just what the moment callsand not a permanent conditionfor i still long to hold onthough, we both moved onim doing wellbut the other is notchanges come to meand so to the otherbut with the others' troubled timeit is i, who should</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/109569665727897132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/109569665727897132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109569665727897132' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-109565213503800847</id><published>2004-09-20T09:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T22:15:45.366+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>working gurli've been working for 2 weeks now.. and so far.. i enjoy playing around with my so-called-work. ohh well... my work doesn't feel like a work to me... its much like a school. haha.here i am, enjoying my monday at home.. coz i had a shift of sched. but the thing is... i have to report to the office tomorrow at 1-9am! =/pinoysaints eb-kunoi was with ate jam, broks, ate moja, </summary><link 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fighting for their freedom. they wanna do this.. they wanna do that.. without being scolded by an elder. i too, had that kind of experience before.. im the "feeling" liberated girl who does whatever she wants. even during my teenage years.. i was the daughter </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/109508571204680897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/109508571204680897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109508571204680897' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-109499600868887788</id><published>2004-09-12T20:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T20:33:28.686+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the happy girl is backfriendships, friendships, friendshipsbeing cared by someonefeeling importantwork that i now enjoyhaving fun with my new friends at workhaving "the accent" which i enjoy playing aroundfamily that im getting more closer withmy dad that im appreciating moremy brother who is walking an extra-mile to be the "caring kuya"being appreciated (4 out of 6 guys in my batch </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/109499600868887788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/109499600868887788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109499600868887788' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-109439056284469098</id><published>2004-09-05T20:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T20:25:31.330+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it hurts..it pains me still..i wanna forget..but i couldnt =(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/109439056284469098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/109439056284469098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109439056284469098' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-109431379736644659</id><published>2004-09-04T22:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T23:03:17.366+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the great joys of life are also the source of great pains...  everytime i remember it.. i still find tears in my eyes.  im still at a state of shock and denial.. pretending to be strong.  i convince myself that i can do it all fine.. that i can i've mastered the art of doing so...  but i guess, its but a mask i wear.i smile. i laugh. but deep within me.. i know my heart is dying in pain.  the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/109431379736644659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/109431379736644659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109431379736644659' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-109413554344202873</id><published>2004-09-02T20:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T21:32:23.443+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHAZZUP WITH JENNY FROM THE BLOCK!?!some updates...:: i have to enjoy my last 3 days as a bum. huhu. i'll miss this kinda life.:: i signed the contract yesterday. im back in eastwood! whee! im still shocked at the moment..:: i had a medical check-up this morning. x-ray, lab test, drug test, physical exam.. ohh well.. i didn't see the result. i have to process tomorrow my NBI clearance, SSS</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/109413554344202873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/109413554344202873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109413554344202873' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-109342736407845427</id><published>2004-08-25T16:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T16:49:24.076+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just wanna plug my photoblog @ www.nyeneks.blogspot.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/109342736407845427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/109342736407845427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109342736407845427' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-109204960146672523</id><published>2004-08-09T16:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T18:11:13.863+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DOCTORS PRESCRIPTIONi did not eat my normal meal for almost 3 days.. consecutively (though i ate 3 sandwiches during that time). i only eat 1 meal and a lot of unhealthy snacks in a day. i played badminton for more than an hour the other day (im not allowed by my orthopaedic-surgeon-brother to pressure my arms, shoulders and back so much- because of my scoliosis and scapula abnormality). i wore</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/109204960146672523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/109204960146672523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109204960146672523' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-109197785000865104</id><published>2004-08-08T21:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T22:10:50.010+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>S I L E N C Eto be silent - that's all i could do.  as much as i would want to defend my side.. i just couldn't.  because the more that i feel pressured, the more that i suppress my self. im fed up with all the negative reactions, gossips and awkward moments.. and i couldn't do anything, but stay quiet.  i've been hearing stories around about me - some are true, some are not - but still, im </summary><link 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/109186138054641236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/109186138054641236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109186138054641236' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-109163249196163671</id><published>2004-08-04T22:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T22:31:00.926+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>testimonyim so amazed on what God did to me today. with much joy in my heart.. no words can exactly explain how i feel. i had no money to go to my BS at school.. but i have no choice but to go there. my students were expecting me, we had visitors from ivcf, and im their leader. i cant leave them, simply because i dont have the resources.i went there with only a few coins in my wallet... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/109163249196163671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/109163249196163671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109163249196163671' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-109159646751632217</id><published>2004-08-04T12:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T12:14:27.516+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i need to memorize this asap *panic mode* i'll be singing it for a big time debut on saturday...a little biti was kinda hesitant to tell youshould I let you knowi was never really like this beforeneed I say moreor maybe I'm confused when you are near mei don't know what to do or I should bethere's only one thing in my mindthat's you and me   i'm a little bit of crazy   i'm a little</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/109159646751632217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/109159646751632217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109159646751632217' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-109090110301628785</id><published>2004-07-27T10:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T11:05:03.016+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Psalm 48A song. A psalm of the Sons of Korah.  1 Great is the LORD , and most worthy of praise, in the city of our God, his holy mountain. 2 It is beautiful in its loftiness, the joy of the whole earth. Like the utmost heights of Zaphon is Mount Zion, the city of the Great King. 3 God is in her citadels; he has shown himself to be her fortress. 4 When the kings joined forces, when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/109090110301628785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/109090110301628785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109090110301628785' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-10907674444220960</id><published>2004-07-25T21:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T21:59:26.150+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHEN GIRLS PLAY BASKETBALL this is how crazy feminine ladies like me play the game! haha. and amazingly, our team won that game! whee! i never thought that i could be a good basketball player! hahaha!  game rule: NO BLOOD, NO FOUL! hehe. =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/10907674444220960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/10907674444220960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#10907674444220960' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-109076590049311165</id><published>2004-07-25T21:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T21:32:53.893+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sorry Lord... here i go again... doing something that You wouldn't do, and thinking of something You wouldn't think about if You're in my shoes. sorry...*sigh* </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/109076590049311165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/109076590049311165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109076590049311165' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-109050945533388471</id><published>2004-07-22T21:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T22:17:35.333+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yes or no?now or later?right or wrong?here or there?bothered.what now? whats next?what does it mean?i dunno. maybe you know.confused.is it the one?is it the best?is it worth it?or am i worth it?am i enough?*sigh*can i keep it?can i protect it?can i handle?can i stand it?can i?wish i could.pray i could.what's the cost?what's the effect?what's the consequence?good?bad?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/109050945533388471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/109050945533388471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109050945533388471' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-108989512057676160</id><published>2004-07-15T19:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T22:20:31.290+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>first of all.. tay egay, my generous and makulit na tatay from IBM, if you're reading this again.. STOP! haha. you're not suppose to read this! hehehe. this goes to everyone else.. but tay egay. haha. off to puerto galera yeah, i'll be leaving for puerto galera tomorrow morning. =) it'll be my first time to be there. whee!! i'll be joining the trekkers from ivcf US, along with the other </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/108989512057676160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/108989512057676160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108989512057676160' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-108963106616124560</id><published>2004-07-12T18:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T18:17:46.160+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>reminiscing kawayan camp 2004this is camp batohere are the NCR delegates during the campus festival (im at the left most)my SG mates =) at kawasan fallsbanquet night with jaykung anu-ano lang..group pic*sigh* i miss kawayan camp...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/108963106616124560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/108963106616124560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108963106616124560' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-108952851308780511</id><published>2004-07-11T13:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T13:48:33.086+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dream of me...let me sleep for when i sleep i dream that you are here you're mine and all my fear is left behind i float on air the nightengale sings gentle lullabies so let me close my eyes... and sleep, a chance to dream so i can see the face i long to touch to kiss but only dreams can bring me this so let the moon shine softly on the boy I long to see and maybe when he dreams</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/108952851308780511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/108952851308780511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108952851308780511' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-108867493477365053</id><published>2004-07-01T16:12:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T16:42:14.773+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UNSEEN PROMISEi feel that im at the end of the rope now. hopeless bum. terrible. im trying my best to "hussle while i wait".. and i believe that im doing well. im keeping myself busy with campus work and reading books... yet, i cant stand being 'broke' any longer. its so hard to fulfill my obligations, and be as generous as i wanted to be, if i, myself, dont have the enough resources that i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/108867493477365053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/108867493477365053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108867493477365053' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-108765703110554129</id><published>2004-06-19T21:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T21:57:11.106+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TERRAZAS de PUNTA FUEGOi went to terrazas this morning with my brother and his family, and some family friends. i watched over my crazy nephews and nieces the whole day and im terribly tired. whoo! but the place is really great. after staying at terrazas for some hours.. we went straight to punta fuego to eat and chat around. im really sleepy and tired now. *signing off*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/108765703110554129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/108765703110554129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108765703110554129' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-108739991777382935</id><published>2004-06-16T22:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T22:31:57.773+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes, i wish that im an insensitive person whose emotion is artificial. i wish that i can easily command my mind to stop thinking of the things that i dont wanna think about... that i can control my heart on what i think should feel.. and believe of what i think i should. but the reality is.. the human system is not like that! sometimes, my greatest enemy is myself. *sigh* </summary><link rel='edit' 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to the limited number of staff workers.this only means that, the option is now on me... whether or not i'll continue the ministry. i honesty feel so scared.. and i even cried when i heard the news. but deep in my heart, i know very well that God </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/108714054384421190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/108714054384421190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108714054384421190' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-10868830853700604</id><published>2004-06-10T22:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T23:00:01.276+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>chat with manong teddynyeneks: grabe, sobrang nalungkot ako sa news mo last weeknyeneks: before ko matangap yun... nagkausap na kami nila aiza and faithnyeneks: pati si joeviernyeneks: 4 ata yung bagong contactsnyeneks: ewan ko banyeneks: *sigh*teddy: well u did say u wer considering being in ministry, either part time o full time, so i guess this is the opportunitynyeneks: with or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/10868830853700604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/10868830853700604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#10868830853700604' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-108678984688076236</id><published>2004-06-09T21:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T21:04:06.880+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i havent blogged for a while.. a lot of things has happened... but i wasnt able to write it down. hope that i could update this soon.i miss blogging.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/108678984688076236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/108678984688076236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108678984688076236' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-108610559772035089</id><published>2004-06-01T22:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T22:59:57.720+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FRUSTRATEDin this time of uncertainty... frustrations bugged me again. thoughts about finding a job, responsibilities as a GT, TCF activities, business, how to earn an income, asking for allowance, liabilities, feeding amber, globe phone bill, looking for a multinational company, studying VB, commitments, responsibilities, chores and others... drains my brain.well, as wikoy says:"Yep, hirap </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/108610559772035089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/108610559772035089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108610559772035089' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-108602031647215533</id><published>2004-05-31T23:08:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T23:20:49.773+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ITS TIME FOR BUSINESSi attended a BOM (business opportunity meeting) this afternoon. this is my eldest brother's latest business. it was started by 8 top MLM earners around the globe (which includes my brother). 5 of the owners were filipinos and 6 of them were christians. it is called nstream international. i've been hearing a lot about this business, but i never really listened seriously. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/108602031647215533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/108602031647215533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108602031647215533' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-108566036275660921</id><published>2004-05-27T19:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T19:19:22.756+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DB softi was in the movie house this afternoon when my phone rang... it was from DB soft. they scheduled me for an examination tomorrow. i was not really expecting a call from them since i only submited my application there thru jobstreet. i mean, i never thought that jobstreet is really true! hehe. my exam will be 8am tomorrow in their office in ortigas. *sigh* im honestly not in the mood to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/108566036275660921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/108566036275660921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108566036275660921' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-108556998106478112</id><published>2004-05-26T18:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T18:15:21.990+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GRAD PICS          </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/108556998106478112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/108556998106478112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108556998106478112' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-108511871613292478</id><published>2004-05-21T11:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T12:55:24.586+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JOB OPPORTUNITIESjobs DB :: www.jobsDB.comjob street :: www.jobstreet.comjobs :: www.jobs.netphilippine jobs :: http://philippinejobs.phibm philippines :: http://www-8.ibm.comintel philippines :: http://www.intel.comericsson :: http://www.ericsson.comaccenture :: https://careers3.accenture.comcitibank :: http://www.citibank.comglobe telecoms :: http://www1.globe.com.phmore </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/108511871613292478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/108511871613292478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108511871613292478' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-108478117101031177</id><published>2004-05-17T14:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T15:06:11.010+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JOB HUNTINGim starting to worry about finding a work. good thing, this morning someone from SM equicom called me up. they scheduled me for an exam tomorrow, 8am. i had an interview with their HR already during our school's job fair. i need to prepare my corporate attire again... and transform into my industry-look. hehe.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/108478117101031177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/108478117101031177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108478117101031177' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-108445354215848008</id><published>2004-05-13T19:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T20:05:42.156+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RANDOM THOUGHTSgraduation next weekjust this morning, on my way to school... i realized that i'll be graduating next week! whaaa!!! i cant believe it! i thought that i still have 2-3 weeks more! whaa!!! and so, im now part of the population of the unemployed.  i got to go to ibm next week to meet up with my former boss... and I also need to research on the net about other companies... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/108445354215848008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/108445354215848008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108445354215848008' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-108437119657107343</id><published>2004-05-12T20:40:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T21:13:16.573+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>confusion came to hit me.. and i somehow feel depressed. i dont wanna feel this way.. it's badly disturbing. *sigh* if only i could stop my emotion, i would. sometimes, i wish that emotions are optional.. or that we could plan how we should feel... but its not like that.  my mind wants to stop feeling... but i guess, my brain is not strong enough. i dont wanna hurt people because of my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/108437119657107343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/108437119657107343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108437119657107343' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-108435254740281882</id><published>2004-05-12T15:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T21:21:08.486+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EMOTIONALLY DISTURBEDfor some reason, im emotionally disturbed at the moment. a lot of things has happened... *sigh* God is indeed dealing with this particular aspect of my life... im very much disturbed. i just wanna stop thinking. i just wanna stop worrying. i just wanna be still and refocus my attention on bigger things. *sigh* </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/108435254740281882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/108435254740281882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108435254740281882' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-108384718403430721</id><published>2004-05-06T19:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T19:42:56.700+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IM BACK!!!ohh yeah, after a month of intensive-training-camp life... im finally back! i actually dont know what to blog... i got hundreds of things in my head.  kawayan camp is trully a blast! words are not enough to express what happened there... *sigh* i miss camp bato... miss kawayan camp... i miss my friends around the country (from northern luzon to southern mindanao)... i miss the "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/108384718403430721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/108384718403430721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108384718403430721' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-108117552032369708</id><published>2004-04-05T21:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T21:34:42.106+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bye blog, bye friendster, bye emails, bye online friends, by pinoysaints, bye ym, byebye cyber world.... till next time. =) i'll be back next month... promise. =) i'll be leaving tomorrow for kawayan camp... i'll be in cebu. yey! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/108117552032369708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/108117552032369708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108117552032369708' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-108064697651836167</id><published>2004-03-30T17:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T18:48:54.170+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MORE FAITH... MORE PATIENCE...this is the continuation of my previous blog... better yet, read that one first before reading this.after my last blog, i attended my class in minsyst... my major class.  actually, it's the only class that i still did'nt ask permission with.. regarding my advance finals. i got no prob with 4 out of 5 of my finals any more... but this 1 terror prof said "NO" after</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/108064697651836167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/108064697651836167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108064697651836167' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-108052820946166101</id><published>2004-03-29T09:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T15:30:06.966+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE ULTIMATE TEST FOR FAITH AND PATIENCEAfter a long process of waiting and praying for God's answer if I should attend KC or not, I finally got a go signal to fight for Kawayan Camp.  Believe me... ITS NOT AN EASY PROCESS.I had to consult a lot of people and seek prayers from my circle of Christian friends.  After realizing how God is working in me and will all my concerns, and how He leads </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/108052820946166101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/108052820946166101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108052820946166101' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-108004316506468100</id><published>2004-03-23T18:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T19:01:54.153+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>shux... i'll be 21 in a week!!! whaaa! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/108004316506468100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/108004316506468100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108004316506468100' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-107979354652055782</id><published>2004-03-20T21:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T21:44:24.500+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i said "no" to KC already yet, i submitted the application form this afternoon! haha! i finally gave up KC, yet there are still a lot of people who believes that I'll be attending this camp. i closed the door already, yet there are others who pushes the door, and they have so much faith that im meant to be a KC delegate. this morning, my dear staff texted me something like this... "even if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107979354652055782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107979354652055782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107979354652055782' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-107971096111301818</id><published>2004-03-19T22:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T22:45:05.950+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'll be singing on our church service this coming sunday... entitled "my soul is in your hands" by natalie grant.  i can very much relate to its lyrics now... it sends shivers to my spine whenever i digest its words... pretty freaky! just wanna share a portion of it. no eyes see no ear has heardwhat God has prepared for all thosewho leave their all will behind and follow Himso i surrender </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107971096111301818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107971096111301818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107971096111301818' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-107967189498648643</id><published>2004-03-19T11:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T22:50:33.856+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lord, thanks for our long talk last night regarding KC (kawayan camp).  you know very well my concerns if ever i will or will not attend this month-long camp in cebu. i surrender to your great will and plan Lord. and now that my long awaited email did not arrive on or before IVCF's deadline... guess it only means that its not your will for me to be a KC delegate. it's kinda sad Lord realizing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107967189498648643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107967189498648643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107967189498648643' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-107959750097563077</id><published>2004-03-18T15:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T15:14:04.810+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WALK ALL DAY With only less than 5 hours of sleep, i went straight to mrt, north ave station to meet up with my friend, in my corporate look.  From the ayala station, we had a long walk going to LV Locsin bldg, in makati ave cor ayala ave. With our empty stomachs, we rode an elevator going to the 11th floor, and there we found another applicant sitting in the couch.  After a 20-minute-long </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107959750097563077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107959750097563077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107959750097563077' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-107941688467202412</id><published>2004-03-16T12:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T13:04:54.513+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ADOPT MY DOG FOR 1 MONTHIm in the middle of deciding whether or not i should attend KC or not. it's a month-long camp in cebu by IVCF. I only got 5 more days to decide. There are only limited slots, and im priviledged to have one. if i'll be attending KC, then i have to take my final exams in advance, i have to raise BIG funds, i have to finish all my requirements ahead of time, and i have to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107941688467202412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107941688467202412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107941688467202412' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-107926782853883343</id><published>2004-03-14T19:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T20:15:04.966+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>3-DAY BLOG[MARCH11] compsoc officers' meeting. Yellow cab, morayta. Pizza. Yummy.  Note take. 6-10pm. Schedule of activities. Deadlines: minutes of the meeting, documentation for technowars, announcement, election mechanics. Turnover to next year's officers. Debate.  Argument.  Apologies. Sem-ender BS. Faith, aiza and joevier's house. vicente cruz, manila. 7th floor. Roof top. Ended at 1am</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107926782853883343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107926782853883343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107926782853883343' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-107888800603335011</id><published>2004-03-10T09:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T10:12:51.763+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WAKE UP, JENNY WAKE UPUpon going through my organizer a while ago, i realized that i only got 3 weeks of classes left. whaaaa!!!!!  and i got dozens of deliverables to finish in less than a month. whaaa!!!!  these projects were given to us months back, but still, lazy as i am... i did not do any. haha.  and now i have to suffer, as a consequence of my actions. tsk tsk. now, i cant stop </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107888800603335011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107888800603335011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107888800603335011' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-107840633608563677</id><published>2004-03-04T20:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T20:22:20.780+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>in the quietness of the night, where my empty soul speaks...  in this room where I call my home, sees all tears, and hears all weeps of my heart.  Here, I can freely remove the smiling and cheerful mask that I wear, and just be myself.  I need not pretend to be happy.  They think Im strong, but the truth is... im not.  Im but a weak child who cries when alone in the dark.  They think Im brave, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107840633608563677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107840633608563677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107840633608563677' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-107831953302436156</id><published>2004-03-03T19:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T20:25:01.343+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LIVING ALONEi was exchanging text messages with someone who's a close family member a while ago when he mentioned this: he:  can I ask you a personal question? how does it feel to live alone? I know you got friends... but I guess you know what I mean. me: malungkot. haha. pathetic.*tears suddenly fell*he:  do you know that I can see that in your eyes... and others can see that too. how </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107831953302436156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107831953302436156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107831953302436156' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-107823712946306368</id><published>2004-03-02T20:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T21:20:57.403+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>INCIDENT REPORTfor the past weeks, our block (the whole graduating CIS-SSE batch) was busy reporting a case to our college administration regarding our BEHASCI (behavioral science) prof. a lot of people says that our prof is kinda... weirdo. hehe. its "no big deal" at first. we had nothing against her questionable attitude and teaching style.. until he humiliated and accused one of our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107823712946306368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107823712946306368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107823712946306368' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-107798023073866848</id><published>2004-02-28T21:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T21:59:15.170+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is my fave song for a month now.  i have fallen in love with this song since the first time i heard it at wave 89.1. amazing. =) RAINBOWsouth borderfallin out fallin in nothings sure in this world no no breaking down breaking in never knowing what lies ahead we can really never tell it all no no say goodbye say hello to a lover or friend sometimes we could never understand why </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107798023073866848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107798023073866848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107798023073866848' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-107750642362054125</id><published>2004-02-23T10:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T10:23:16.110+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PIC GALOREhere are some of my pics with riz, kuya nate, normi, mae and baby. =) we took this pic during lunch after church the other sunday. =)here's the link: PICTURES </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107750642362054125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107750642362054125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107750642362054125' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-107718432680078496</id><published>2004-02-19T16:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T16:54:02.123+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE DARK NIGHT OF THE SOULspiritual dryness, doubt and estrangement from Godi was reading PDL last night before i sleep, and all the words i read pierced into my heart.  I had to stop, think and reflect as i go through every sentence.  I heard all the words that i need to hear, and i realized a lot of things."The deepest level of worship is praisng God in spite of pain, thanking God during </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107718432680078496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107718432680078496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107718432680078496' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-107656088933961759</id><published>2004-02-12T11:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T11:44:05.840+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TERRIBLY FEELING DOWNhave you ever felt the feeling that you just wanna run away, but you dont know where to go? that's how i feel the past couple of days. im experiencing a big problem now that i can't tell anybody... because it's very confidential.   i cry each night as i pray and wonder that my tomorrow would bring... i wish that this will soon end.it was so hard to keep a painful feeling </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107656088933961759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107656088933961759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107656088933961759' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-107608160891509595</id><published>2004-02-06T22:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T22:35:11.623+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE FEELING I ONCE HAD...the memories are coming back to me now -- same place, same face.  i can smell the memories of the butterflies around me again... as the reason who used to make my heart flutter so much is moving around me again.i used to pray for him... and felt the butterflies in my stomach as we run, play and fool around like kids beneath the same ceiling.  the sweetness of our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107608160891509595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107608160891509595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107608160891509595' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-107589602453572883</id><published>2004-02-04T19:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T19:02:05.543+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BACK 2 IBMguess what? im here at ibm again... not just for a visit, but for work again.  my bosses requested me to report again here this week, because they are preparing for the audit and they need my help. they need extra work force, and they need my expertice *ehem* for some technical stuffs to do. haha! they are asking me to work as a trainee here again during my free time, but i still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107589602453572883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107589602453572883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107589602453572883' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-107570386053421933</id><published>2004-02-02T13:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T13:39:18.793+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I MISS BLOGGINGits been quite a long while since the last time i blogged. i cant blog often these past few days since i got no pc at home anymore =( so sad... hope to get one again soon =)im at school right now, still waiting for my next prof to come.  i feel so bored and lazy to be a student again. grrr...a lot of thing happened to me the past weeks... really exciting experiences =) but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107570386053421933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107570386053421933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107570386053421933' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-107423966435803488</id><published>2004-01-16T14:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T14:55:45.576+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BACK 2 SCHOOLi got back to school after 9 months of pretending to be an IT professional. hehe.  it was a funny feeling wearing my uniform again after several months of being stocked in my cabinet.  It felt like, im a freshman student and very much culture shocked with the environment in the university. I was so conscious with my outfit! haha. campus, uniform, yellow pad, notebook, projects,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107423966435803488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107423966435803488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107423966435803488' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-107339839312465876</id><published>2004-01-06T21:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T21:14:25.246+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GOODBYE COMPUTERi got no computer already. kuya ric sold the computer before he left. ala ng kuya, ala pang computer, huhu. but last sunday, i asked my eldest brother to buy me a PC, and he said that he's gonna think about it (i can strongly feel that he's gonna say yes! yahoo!) DOG'S MASTERim now taking care of amber by myself. i feel like her master. we both stay in the same room, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107339839312465876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107339839312465876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107339839312465876' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-107306389260977994</id><published>2004-01-03T00:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T00:31:07.123+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VERSION 2thanks riz for the new layout! yey! *hugs to riz*NEW ROOMi now moved to my new room.  its actually outside our house, but still within our compound. the room is kinda big. i cleaned the whole place before moving in. im still not done transferring all my things. it's slowly transforming into a girls room. haha. so tired.  NATIONAL CONFERENCEi was blogging the other day about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107306389260977994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107306389260977994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107306389260977994' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-107297500516502659</id><published>2004-01-01T23:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T23:37:52.123+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my brother left a while ago... and im sooo sad. can't stop crying.  im now here in my new room (he's old room) alone. im really sad right now. i dunno what to do. i'll miss him sooo bad. ='(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107297500516502659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107297500516502659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107297500516502659' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-107228819287851851</id><published>2003-12-25T00:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T00:54:00.076+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BROTHERLY LOVEtoday is the last day that i could spend with kuya ric before he leaves for marshall islands. he'll be leaving this coming sunday; and if i'll attend NC (which I most probably would) then, we only got today to be together. he got a 2-year contract in marshall islands as an orthopaedic surgeon. so it means that i wont be seing him for the next couple of months. when i read his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107228819287851851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107228819287851851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107228819287851851' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-107228612375911499</id><published>2003-12-25T00:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T00:16:23.140+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CHRISTMAS SENTIMENTSallow me to be sentimental this time. im crying this christmas. it's much sadder than i thought. after our usual christmas eve gatherings with my relatives at my brother's house, we got to leave early so that we could have our noche buenas at our respective homes.  it ended up that i feel confused on where to go. i hate the feeling that everybody else were looking forward </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107228612375911499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107228612375911499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107228612375911499' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-107224866887278284</id><published>2003-12-24T13:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T13:59:08.873+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>merry chrismas!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107224866887278284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107224866887278284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107224866887278284' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-107183561473976991</id><published>2003-12-19T19:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T10:21:09.826+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SHE MISSED MElast night, i went to paskuhan in ust with riz and other friends.  when i arrived home, she welcomed me gladly.  i can feel that she's sooo excited to see me. she missed me much. she ran towards me, jumped and moved around me.  it seems that she wanted me to feed her, and to walk on streets with her.  so i immediately picked her chain, and pulled her for a walk. CHRISTMAS </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107183561473976991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107183561473976991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107183561473976991' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-107164567188383893</id><published>2003-12-17T14:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T14:22:03.860+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HOME ALONEi'm "home alone" for 3 days.  everyone at home, but me, left for baguio this morning.  i need to stay here coz i got 3 meetings and 2 christmas parties on friday. and aside from that, nobody will look after amber (my dog). =( someone has to watch over her. and since kuya ric decided to join them, it only means that i should stay. at least, kuya ric could go to baguio even before he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107164567188383893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107164567188383893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107164567188383893' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-107142898837057597</id><published>2003-12-15T02:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T02:11:20.310+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IT WASN'T MElast night, i was invited to sing and prepare a devotion/testimony for the young adult's accoustic night in faith fellowship ministry center.  i was so scared and nervous before the program started.  i was sooo cold and my heart was beating 10 times faster than the usual.  I dont usually get sooo scared when singing in front of a crowd... but that time was different.  i dunno if i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107142898837057597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107142898837057597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107142898837057597' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-107116956519801511</id><published>2003-12-12T02:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T02:47:06.233+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eya, take my friendtest. =) yey!http://nyeneks.friendtest.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107116956519801511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107116956519801511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107116956519801511' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-107116451336978241</id><published>2003-12-12T00:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T00:42:39.530+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yeah, i havent blogged for a week... so just let me rant my random thoughts =).: sisters :.the other night, i went to my sisters house (just a ride away from our place). ohh, well.. i missed her.  we haven't talked about serious stuffs or went out for quite a while.  we used to talk often, eat out, go shopping and all.  but now, we were so busy with other things.  we just talked, and talked</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107116451336978241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107116451336978241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107116451336978241' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-107115821181667290</id><published>2003-12-11T22:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T22:57:37.700+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i dunno why... but i feel sadhave you ever felt sad and not knowing why you do so? ohh well, that's what i feel right now.  i attended our BS this afternoon at school.  it was a great year-ender BS for us, i should say. we had a fun time together.  today is even the time that we got the biggest number of attendees since we started last june.  it was a great time of sharing, laugher and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107115821181667290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107115821181667290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107115821181667290' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-107055230357129065</id><published>2003-12-04T22:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T22:39:02.780+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JUSTIFICATIONGod's act of threating us as if we had never sinnedi came across the meaning of the word justification during our BS at the student center.  it's so amazing to realize that we are justified by Jesus.i've made a lot of mistakes in my life... mistakes that still hunt me at times... yet, it feels great to know that God is treating me, as if i've never sinned.i recalled a lot of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107055230357129065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107055230357129065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107055230357129065' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-107018675860442561</id><published>2003-11-30T16:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T17:06:34.123+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MY NEW BROTHER IN CHRISTits so amazing to see how God is working! for several years now, i've been praying for my non-christian friends to come to know God. and eventually, after years of praying... one of my classmates accepted God as his personal Lord and savior! yey! im soooo happy!!! somehow, i've been open to him about my faith, my ministy and my churchlife... but i didn't had a chance </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107018675860442561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/107018675860442561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107018675860442561' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742705.post-106991243988448442</id><published>2003-11-27T12:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T12:54:31.590+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHAT DID I DO WHEN I WASN'T BLOGGING?i haven't blogged for quite a while... and i miss blogging! im back! yey! =) im currently enjoying being a BUM! with my bum sisters.. riz and normi! haha! we just eat, talk and sleep the whole day! haha! so pathetic! aryt, i'll just share what I did the past days aside from eating, talking and sleeping. =)IV day nov22sportsfestas part of the golden anniv</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/106991243988448442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742705/posts/default/106991243988448442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetjen.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106991243988448442' title=''/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665086383083751597</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></entry></feed>
