<?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-7006880879343799197</id><updated>2011-06-07T23:36:12.103-07:00</updated><category term='WH'/><title type='text'>honeybunches</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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>155</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7006880879343799197.post-6221202426567577184</id><published>2008-06-07T05:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T06:08:59.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BabyJO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n2aP6guHYN4/SEqGMpS0DbI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ehLRb4GkX-4/s1600-h/Edited-MYLOVE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209123470808714674" style="WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="200" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n2aP6guHYN4/SEqGMpS0DbI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ehLRb4GkX-4/s200/Edited-MYLOVE.jpg" width="349" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby,&lt;br /&gt;Baby is here to help u post. :)&lt;br /&gt;Dun ever be sad.&lt;br /&gt;Dun ever felt that u are alone cause u are not.&lt;br /&gt;You have kept my heart, then kept it well.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever there is thunder i will think of you.&lt;br /&gt;I will be there for u, whenever u need me.&lt;br /&gt;I will not be angry at u ANYMORE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will built u up , but not tear u down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need your trust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are the most important person in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are irreplaceable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are the one that i love most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most importantly, I love u so much, so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Takecare &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-6221202426567577184?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/6221202426567577184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/6221202426567577184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#6221202426567577184' title='BabyJO'/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n2aP6guHYN4/SEqGMpS0DbI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ehLRb4GkX-4/s72-c/Edited-MYLOVE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7006880879343799197.post-7569183765266092242</id><published>2008-05-02T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T07:57:21.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's the weekends :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love, Jolene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-7569183765266092242?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/7569183765266092242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/7569183765266092242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#7569183765266092242' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-2500157292988724801</id><published>2008-04-30T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T09:19:48.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Even if the sun refuse t shine, even if we lived in different times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. It's been a long time since i last updated and um, i don't really know what t post about now. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's been a longgg and dreadful month at school with tests and assignments and i haven't been studying. I feel guilty but i don't have the motivation t study. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese prelim paper was bad 'cause i think i screwed it. The passage was damn profound and i totally didn't understand it. Uh but whatever already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right and i haven't been running. I feel fat and unfit. I seriously hope Nike starts on saturdays soooooooon. I miss ______. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss playing competitive Netball. I miss team'07 ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's a super random post but at least i made an effort t update.&lt;br /&gt;yeah goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I don't think I'll post anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-2500157292988724801?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/2500157292988724801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/2500157292988724801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#2500157292988724801' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-8223705810599444595</id><published>2008-04-12T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T11:24:46.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yinxian rocks</title><content type='html'>YinXian Rocks YinXian Rocks YinXian Rocks YinXian Rocks YinXian Rocks YinXian Rocks YinXian Rocks YinXian Rocks YinXian Rocks YinXian Rocks YinXian Rocks YinXian Rocks YinXian Rocks YinXian Rocks YinXian Rocks YinXian Rocks YinXian Rocks YinXian Rocks YinXian Rocks YinXian Rocks YinXian Rocks YinXian Rocks YinXian Rocks YinXian Rocks YinXian Rocks YinXian Rocks YinXian Rocks YinXian Rocks YinXian Rocks YinXian Rocks YinXian Rocks YinXian Rocks YinXian Rocks YinXian Rocks YinXian Rocks YinXian Rocks YinXian Rocks YinXian Rocks YinXian Rocks YinXian Rocks YinXian Rocks YinXian Rocks YinXian Rocks YinXian 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rocks'/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-2198317271371323399</id><published>2008-03-23T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T06:29:53.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n2aP6guHYN4/R-Za8zCvjII/AAAAAAAAAE8/NPujNmU8-1A/s1600-h/23022008(002)(01)..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180928421876698242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n2aP6guHYN4/R-Za8zCvjII/AAAAAAAAAE8/NPujNmU8-1A/s200/23022008(002)(01)..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hey partner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think you're at your grandma's place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so here i am,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to help you update! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but please do rmb what you said abt tmr's mock exam! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see ya tmr!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVE YA! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH. &amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO DEAREST CHARMAINE LIM! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-2198317271371323399?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/2198317271371323399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/2198317271371323399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#2198317271371323399' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n2aP6guHYN4/R-Za8zCvjII/AAAAAAAAAE8/NPujNmU8-1A/s72-c/23022008(002)(01)..jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7006880879343799197.post-5552273591156378308</id><published>2008-03-12T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T07:18:13.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ran 5 km during Bdiv trg today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate wet weathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It brings my mood way down and I'm afraid of lightnings. &lt;em&gt;(Lm's afraid too)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just fking irritating/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's mixed emotions in me altogether, I've many uncertainties..&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what t do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-5552273591156378308?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/5552273591156378308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/5552273591156378308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#5552273591156378308' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-2191830150410062129</id><published>2008-03-08T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T07:36:36.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back to blogging, &lt;em&gt;I hope. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but the same feeling came back to me all over again.&lt;br /&gt;I've always thought that I've gotten over that issue but in actual fact, I havent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel inferior, thanks Lix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My passion in netball is still burning but not as strong as before. I don't know how long I can hold on. I feel helpless, I need my confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard about ppl asking why am I not part of Bdiv this year, I'm glad that at least they cared but I really don't know how to reply&lt;em&gt; them.&lt;/em&gt; I guess that disappointment is still in me, and it'd be etched on my mind forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, I need t pick myself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My listening ear? I need &lt;em&gt;you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-2191830150410062129?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/2191830150410062129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/2191830150410062129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#2191830150410062129' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-3492530058035633949</id><published>2008-03-05T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T20:00:11.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLOOOO :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've done up your blog!&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the elephant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YA &lt;3&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n2aP6guHYN4/R89rzgXKOtI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Jt_JGg-Mmjw/s1600-h/Picture+45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174473029476563666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n2aP6guHYN4/R89rzgXKOtI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Jt_JGg-Mmjw/s200/Picture+45.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEEEEEE :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-3492530058035633949?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/3492530058035633949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/3492530058035633949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#3492530058035633949' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_n2aP6guHYN4/R89rzgXKOtI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Jt_JGg-Mmjw/s72-c/Picture+45.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7006880879343799197.post-772524487771491244</id><published>2008-02-06T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T06:43:22.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The day I thought I'd never get through, I got over you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short week at school :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm definitely disappointed by the language, I really didn't expect that to come from you. Uh well, its alr over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-772524487771491244?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/772524487771491244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/772524487771491244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#772524487771491244' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-1512730079810091448</id><published>2008-02-01T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T04:12:06.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've decided not to go for team trg tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phase I'm going through is just... indescribable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;I'm drenched with words unspoken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-1512730079810091448?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/1512730079810091448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/1512730079810091448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#1512730079810091448' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-2551341468425913755</id><published>2008-01-30T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T04:58:44.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Now that it's all said and done, I can't believe you were the one, to built me up and tear me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trg today was &lt;em&gt;ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stepped on my leg during some redundant drill today and twisted her ankle and &lt;em&gt;its my fault.&lt;/em&gt; Ok I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; being sarcastic, but some people felt it was my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my fault, I shouldn't have went for trg, I should have poked my nose into the team's trg, I shouldn't be there at all. Why go for trg when I'm not in the team? I've been asking myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my own sake, 'cause I want to go far, is that wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm sly, if that's how all of you say it. But so? Different players have different styles of play, I just happen to be more of a thinking player than a physical one. And that has cost me a place in the team, I don't have the delivery. Do you think I enjoy being out of the team? No obviously but what can I do? That's how I play Netball, and I have to learn to gain the trust of my coach. I know I need to have the delivery and consistency and I will work towards it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok with that aside, I don't know if I should go for trgs anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia You Limei, I know you can do it! I love you, my sly partner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;my, if you happen t read this, i'm not angry with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-2551341468425913755?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/2551341468425913755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/2551341468425913755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#2551341468425913755' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-598694077152319420</id><published>2008-01-22T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T02:31:36.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Baby I would tell you everytime you leave, I'm inconsolable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving on,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;I'm never gna give up on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheer up cap! I'll be around...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-598694077152319420?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/598694077152319420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/598694077152319420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#598694077152319420' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-735680632076361714</id><published>2008-01-16T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T01:50:21.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;if youre over me, i'm alr over you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if its all been done, what is left to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how can you hang up if the line is dead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you wna walk i'm a step ahead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if youre moving on, i'm alr gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People around me have been telling me to move on from where I fell, but it's easier said than done. I know in life, there are bound to be setbacks and its from there that we learn. &lt;em&gt;She&lt;/em&gt; told me that if I overcome this, I'd become a stronger person altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving up Netball is like giving up on my life. I know I can never give this up. It is my passion, and it will always be. It's just a matter of time before I pick myself up and go for it again. I know I can do it, I know I'll make an achievement in Netball. Though I'm disappointed in &lt;em&gt;you,&lt;/em&gt; but I still trust &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; 'cause &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; told me &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; believe I will go far in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not over, I still have a long way baby.&lt;br /&gt;I'm determined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, but it's gna be a tough journey. Getting over this first setback is already terrible, but I will persevere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; to you, my 4years friend; Give me more time, we'll be fine. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that I have y'all by my side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-735680632076361714?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/735680632076361714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/735680632076361714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#735680632076361714' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-2531389710957268531</id><published>2008-01-12T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T04:25:42.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;You tell me that you need me, then you go and cut me down. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You tell me that you're sorry didn't think I'd turn around t say, that it's too late to apologise, it's too late. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lousy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you're gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-2531389710957268531?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/2531389710957268531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/2531389710957268531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#2531389710957268531' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-7531472729743079501</id><published>2008-01-10T23:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T00:11:18.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'll tell you everytime you leave, I'm inconsolable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lix told me that she has t be fair t the team. I accepted it, but is it fair that &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; still gets the chance in the team despite everything &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; has done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very disappointed. &amp;amp;it's gna take a long time for me t get over this. Perhaps I won't get over it all my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can never understand how I exactly feel now, it's horrible.&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck, &amp;amp;I wish I was still in the team, playing happy Netball with all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels terrible, thinking of the trgs we've had together. We overcame those together and it hurts t face the fact that, it will never be the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard t let go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-7531472729743079501?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/7531472729743079501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/7531472729743079501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#7531472729743079501' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-5641268635201743043</id><published>2008-01-09T04:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T04:34:02.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M DISAPPOINTED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT'S OVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE NETBALL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; I NO LONGER WANT TO BE A NETBALLER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You've got it right, I'm giving this up.                                                                                                    So I guess this is goodbye, good luck. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-5641268635201743043?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/5641268635201743043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/5641268635201743043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#5641268635201743043' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-994877293008420395</id><published>2008-01-08T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T04:37:55.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Emaths test yesterday was manageable &amp;amp;I hope t pass that paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sch's been alright, except for the fact that we've crt after sch on certain days. It's gna be tough as the days go by, but I'll keep going. My main concern now is to manage my time wisely. &amp;amp;I hope I'll get enough sleep so I won't doze off in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I'm very concerned about is the selections tomorrow. I'm feeling very uneasy and I'm all stressed out. Lix told me not to think about selections &amp;amp;just play my game. I've been trying but I just cannot stop having thoughts about it. It's so hard to imagine myself not in the team. Sigh, I just want to make the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gna be a long day for us tomorrow. Trials in the morning, sch in the afternoon &amp;amp;trg in the late afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll do some revision and go to bed. I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I want smth positive tomorrow, please.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-994877293008420395?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/994877293008420395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/994877293008420395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#994877293008420395' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-5139607894814635863</id><published>2008-01-04T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T20:28:19.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;First week of 2008, down.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season's starting in about 2 weeks time &amp;amp;I'm starting t feel the pressure again. With the overloading tests, homework &amp;amp;revision t complete, I feel tired though its just the beginning. But I'll work hard, its my last year afterall. I really want to do well in both academic &amp;amp;Netball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've 3 tuitions today! &lt;em&gt;): &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But believe me when I say I'm perfectly okay with it. I said I'll work hard, &amp;amp;I must be determined! Monday will be the start of yet another week. I've tests, revisions, tuitions, homework &amp;amp;trainings. I hope I'll be able to manage my time well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;:D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I still want to make the team very much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-5139607894814635863?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/5139607894814635863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/5139607894814635863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#5139607894814635863' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-5391846269887904074</id><published>2007-12-30T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T20:50:56.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Throw it away, forget yesterday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Don't judge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Don't label &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When you've not gotten your facts right about that matter, yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I despise people like that 'cause they've got no right to comment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's the last day of 2007, I'm hoping for a fruitful &amp;amp;enjoyable 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-5391846269887904074?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/5391846269887904074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/5391846269887904074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#5391846269887904074' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-6786181567445792585</id><published>2007-12-29T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T05:15:49.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'm more than what you've made of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;throw it away, forget yesterday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know what, I'm still feeling mooooooody...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-6786181567445792585?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/6786181567445792585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/6786181567445792585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#6786181567445792585' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-2552049367252504023</id><published>2007-12-28T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T05:00:47.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My's a spoiler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I feel moody ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-2552049367252504023?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/2552049367252504023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/2552049367252504023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#2552049367252504023' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-7734360441877502426</id><published>2007-12-25T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T23:45:02.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;If I could escape&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; recreate a place as my own world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random updates&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm feeling moody. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm moving on, 'cause I know there are many &lt;strong&gt;other&lt;/strong&gt; choices in life. I've decided to go for it&lt;br /&gt;after O's. Oh wait but it depends on whether I still have the passion. Uh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;I'm still worried about making the team :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trg on Friday, goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-7734360441877502426?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/7734360441877502426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/7734360441877502426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#7734360441877502426' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-7166694932027615805</id><published>2007-12-19T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T21:22:50.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;You should have known&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I'm done believing you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you don't know what I'm feeling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm more than what, you made of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I followed the voice you gave to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now I've got to find my own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You should have listened&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The melody I start but can't complete&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to go on hiatus, and I think this is it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-7166694932027615805?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/7166694932027615805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/7166694932027615805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#7166694932027615805' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-654399459997641774</id><published>2007-12-18T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T19:52:25.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm gna post even without My's tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My, you're the worst friend on earth! Hmmmmmmpf! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, it has been a &lt;em&gt;boring &lt;/em&gt;week 'cause I've no life. I made 16 on monday &amp;amp;received some ugly news I dreaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;still, I've not gotten over &lt;em&gt;that matter.&lt;/em&gt; I don't know what has gotten into me but I just had that disappointment &amp;amp;jealousy. I so wanted to ask her why, but my courage failed me. It's just... unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;It's killing me inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCREW YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I trusted you, did you know? This is a turning point yet again. You brought me up &amp;amp;let go. I fell terribly &amp;amp;I doubt I can stand on my own anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm going on hiatus, goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-654399459997641774?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/654399459997641774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/654399459997641774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#654399459997641774' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-6497486944597491600</id><published>2007-12-12T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T21:48:58.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I walk this empty street, on the boulevard of broken dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm disappointed, at everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That piece of seemingly good news hit me, &amp;amp;it just sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST LEAVE ME ALONE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-6497486944597491600?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/6497486944597491600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/6497486944597491600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#6497486944597491600' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-335974086334767497</id><published>2007-12-07T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T21:02:54.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 days to camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm beginning to think even more each day. Spoke t My last night obviously on &lt;em&gt;you-know-what&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp;she said she was bored listening t me! What a captain! Okay I admit it was a lil' of repeating the same stuffs over &amp;amp;over again BUT still, I'd rather she say smth else than &lt;em&gt;'very sian leh.'&lt;/em&gt; Oh &amp;amp;quit sleeping so much, 'Mini' pig. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Besides &lt;em&gt;you-know-what,&lt;/em&gt; I told her I can't stand &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; anymore! Seriously, &lt;em&gt;she's&lt;/em&gt; like so whatever. What position is &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; in to give attitude during trgs? So what if &lt;em&gt;she's&lt;/em&gt; a good player? This doesn't  give &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; the right. I mean, &lt;em&gt;she's&lt;/em&gt; not the only player who can catch balls. It became worst when &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; claims I took &lt;em&gt;hers&lt;/em&gt; when I don't have it. Like hello? Even mine's not with me. Alright but it fking funny when Lm called to tell me it was with her after I poured my anger about &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; to her. Confusing I know, but you don't have to know anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was fake how you actually didn't give a damn. &amp;amp;how everyone was better than yourself. Oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyhow, I won't let this affect me 'cause if I do, I can't perform on court &amp;amp;that may cost me a chance in the team. Like I said, I'll work for it. I WILL. I'll have faith in Lix... &amp;amp;My, hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Having tuition later on, that dreaded 3hours would be worth it for the sake of my sciences. Goodbye :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-335974086334767497?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/335974086334767497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/335974086334767497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#335974086334767497' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-4804574216575840673</id><published>2007-12-06T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T18:14:55.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Lix's sick ): Speedy recovery!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was so looking forward to trg with Lix today 'cause we were supposed to learn how to break zone and centre passes BUT she wasn't feeling well. Oh well, I'll wait for camp then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's trg made me feel... lousy. I almost threw my temper at her 'cause I really couldn't stand her :/ But whatever, its over already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright so camp's approximately 3days from today. I definitely hope to enjoy the camp though there's 2km timing test &amp;amp;beep test plus the dreaded selection ): We've to reach sch at friggin' 0730! But of course, this isn't the worst 'cause we might not even have mattresses to sleep on! HOW? Sleeping on the floor, s u c k s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that aside, I'm fking worried about selection. I know I've mentioned about this many times before, but its only 'cause I'm insecure. I can't imagine myself out of the team, it's gna be a nightmare. Yeah I'll work for it, but I'm afraid I'll break down during the announcing of B'div after camp. But I'll keep a positive attitude, no matter how hard it gets. I just hope for the very best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been talking to Lm, My &amp;amp;Mh about it, but I guess they're right. Just play my best and be confident 'cause that's the only thing I can do to help myself up now. I'll keep trying, thank y'all. I love y'all the same :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I really want to play, to make the team. But I guess it all depends on my performance and the coaches. They said I must have faith &amp;amp;believe in Lix, but its hard y'know. Alright I'll listen to My, I'll do my best... &amp;amp;stop worrying, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'll make it.&lt;br /&gt;I want this badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edited;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh I didn't enjoy yesterday's game as well, more less performing. I didn't know where to run &amp;amp;what moves to do, thus it was so all-over-the-place! Urgh, I prefer the real Netball game instead... right rach? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-4804574216575840673?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/4804574216575840673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/4804574216575840673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#4804574216575840673' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-3459521344178771004</id><published>2007-12-04T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T04:57:00.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I can't take this, I won't take this, I can't do this, I won't do it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was looking forward to trg today, but... I got shot down, again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Trg today was demoralising. Seems like the first half of everything was good for me today, but only the first half, the rest was just... rubbish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2km for warm-up. I don't know why but I ran at my &amp;amp;c's pace for 1.2km, then I began to slow down. Then it was drills and down-the-line, which I thought was alright. 1/3 court was good 'cause I could shoot &amp;amp;move, I felt really confident of myself then, till we did court work, my performance pulled me down &amp;amp;I almost cried 'cause I don't know what I was doing. Right now, my confidence level's down to zero, ZERO. I felt like the worst player on court ): I'm beginning to think alot again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know I'm not stable emotionally, but I just can't hold back my temper &amp;amp;everything that's bothering me on court. I'm trying hard to change but I just... I don't know. Everything's written so clearly on my face, &amp;amp;yes I'm feeling down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm trying hard to play AS A TEAM. I'm trying not t be so individual on court &amp;amp;I'm trying to work with what's given to me, but somehow, I always tend to play my way. &amp;amp;when things don't go my way, or I can't shoot, I'll be demoralised. Ahhhhhhh, this is driving me nuts. Y'know, my way of play may cost me to lose my position in the team, reason being, I can't work with my combination. I don't know what to do... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This chance in the team's really impt for me since it's my last year in NV, I really want it, but it seems so far from reach. It's gna be a big blow if I don't make it, 'cause this is my passion, &amp;amp;more less, my life. 7years of it, I can't afford to lose it. No I can't, I just can't ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm really worried, I've all kinds of thoughts racing across my mind, oh boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lix spoke to me 'cause I guess obviously from my facial expression, I'm down. I'll remember everything, I'll do it tomorrow, I'm gna show her, I can play safe Netball. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alright, I've decided, since it's that impt, I'm gna work for it, I'm gna show everyone I can do it, I'm gna prove that I can work with my team, I'm gna do whatever it takes. I'm willing to take up this pressure. Watch me! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-3459521344178771004?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/3459521344178771004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/3459521344178771004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#3459521344178771004' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-677916437094428089</id><published>2007-11-30T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T20:15:55.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gna make this work! :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I so want this to be over, I so want this to be through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Things ain't turning any better &amp;amp;I can't help but feel the pressure, I don't understand why this affects me so much. It had me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shatteringggg.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Been talking to my &amp;amp;lm about it, but I know no matter how afraid I am, or how insecure I get, they can't do anything to put me at ease. I mean unless I talk to Lix about it, or I'll never get a definite answer... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lix will be back next week for bdiv trg, &amp;amp;I'm gna talk to her. Mh said I should, but I'm afraid my courage would fail me. Oh well, I'll give it a try. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And as for trg this week, I still can't hit 2km within 11mins. I feel my stamina's gone, all gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alright, camp's in less than a week, with 2km timing, beep test &amp;amp;selection aside, I'm looking forward. &amp;amp;I can't stand the &lt;em&gt;"we've made a mistake by putting in emotional players". &lt;/em&gt;Like what's that suppose to mean? Okay I know I'm easily affected on court too, but I guess that's harsh to say... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever alr.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Clearly, I want to make it to the team, &amp;amp;I definitely hope I will. &lt;strong&gt;I not give in anymore!&lt;/strong&gt; I'll learn stop being affected by the play &amp;amp;put in the shot no matter how hard it is. &lt;strong&gt;I WILL! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I KNOW WHAT I WANT, &amp;amp;I'LL WORK FOR IT. C'MON, I'M GNA MAKE THIS WORK. I'M ALL SET, READY TO GO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-677916437094428089?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/677916437094428089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/677916437094428089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#677916437094428089' title='I&apos;m gna make this work! :]'/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-3692396270503776995</id><published>2007-11-28T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T00:13:12.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I can tell by the look in her eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe I'm just another one of her lies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ain't getting any better, &amp;amp;thanks to everyone, I'll try to move on. But like I've said, it's not easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy, this sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-3692396270503776995?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/3692396270503776995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/3692396270503776995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#3692396270503776995' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-3213949658587310824</id><published>2007-11-26T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T01:32:35.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lix left, yet again :/&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So much for having faith, &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; had it stepped right down today. Forget it, I can't reach it anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Y'know, I'm falling way beyond the starting line. I can't even hit 2km within 11 minutes, what a joke. I just feel... like shit. I feel like I'm gna give up this sport, anytime 'cause I feel like a beginner in this when I've alr played Netball for close to 7 years. 7 years of Netball had me falling, &amp;amp;I can't seem to pull myself up anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I admit I don't wna face it, I don't wna be in a situation where I'm not in B'division next year. It's just hard to except. I know I'm thinking too much but it's just weighing me down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's been two long weeks &amp;amp;sl's alr coming back tomorrow, I haven't improved one bit, &amp;amp;I really don't understand, like I've been constantly trg, but why? I don't know what has gotten into me, Netball has become something I'm not familiar with. I don't know how to split, to jump, to shoot, to catch balls, to dodge, to drive anymore. Everything, isn't going my way &amp;amp;it just sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's no use to tell me to have faith &amp;amp;confidence now 'cause it's just another encouragement. No one knows how much this means to me, &amp;amp;no one knows how much it's killing me inside. I can't show it during trg, 'cause I know it'll affect the team. I can't talk to anyone, 'cause no one knows this feeling. Out of the many of whom I've approached, they'd tell me 'don't worry, you'll get in, just train hard, it's no use worrying'. &amp;amp;I'm telling you, this&lt;strong&gt; does not&lt;/strong&gt; help one bit! I'll just keep thinking about it more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess it's gna be a tough week ahead, trgs on wed &amp;amp;fri, with no faith no confidence no stamina &amp;amp;whatsoever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND I'M TELLING YOU, IT'S NOT EASY TO CONSOLE YOURSELF FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO PLAY FIRST COMBINATION! SON OF A BITCH.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-3213949658587310824?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/3213949658587310824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/3213949658587310824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#3213949658587310824' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-4289852669886170806</id><published>2007-11-22T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T06:24:33.951-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WH'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Life Is Unfair."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think it's so true. Why am I not fast playing a shooter? Why do I not have any confidence in myself at all? Why can't I apply the stuffs I've learnt on court? I don't have an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I think I'm losing my touch on Netball. Like everyone's improving &amp;amp;moving on, but I'm still stagnant or even perhaps deproving &amp;amp;I feel I'm going way down down downnnnnnnnnnnnnn. I'm just troubled by this, like I love Netball &amp;amp;I want to play in zonals next year, but with this standard, how am I able to convince everyone that I can do it? I just... don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stamina's down, my speed's way off and I don't have good shots. &amp;amp;yeah, I admit I absolutely hate it when there's a contact on me and no call is made, but I'm trying to change. It's not easy, I doubt anyone can understand this feeling in me right now. Besides, my knees are giving me problems, I'm lost. Sometimes I really wonder, am I good enough for this team?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is demoralising, but I just want to get this off my chest. I told my about it, and she said it's no use to harp on it. How can I not harp on it when it's troubling me so much? I hate this feeling. I don't have confidence of making the team now, I just don't think I will because of my play, my competitors and myself. How can I ever succeed? Y'know I really need this badly, but it seems like its too far from reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I can't catch a simple pass, when I can't do a good move, when I get caught in defenders, when I can't break free, when I'm tired on court, when I'm not performing, when I'm not shooting, when I can't work with my team... It just, sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, there's trg tomorrow. I'm gna work hard and play my best. I'm gna work it with my brains &amp;amp;not outrunning my player, and I just hope I can do it. At least it gives me a lil' more confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you speak, oh when will you ever stop gossiping about the players? I've heard enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-4289852669886170806?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/4289852669886170806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/4289852669886170806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#4289852669886170806' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-3123352958236396550</id><published>2007-11-20T03:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T03:45:06.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's tomorrow! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trg's on wednesday, thursday &amp;amp;friday, I'm just happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, light up my life :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-3123352958236396550?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/3123352958236396550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/3123352958236396550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#3123352958236396550' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-9059352664195806948</id><published>2007-11-18T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T23:37:51.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n2aP6guHYN4/R0E44N2jrKI/AAAAAAAAAEE/r47NOxXppU8/s1600-h/large_47F4AD1D-D60E-C0D6-0DB42D9103A67439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134447588621397154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n2aP6guHYN4/R0E44N2jrKI/AAAAAAAAAEE/r47NOxXppU8/s200/large_47F4AD1D-D60E-C0D6-0DB42D9103A67439.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n2aP6guHYN4/R0E44d2jrLI/AAAAAAAAAEM/PW4bgx7j7R8/s1600-h/large_32338604-D60E-C0D6-0A3A83F076C00578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134447592916364466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n2aP6guHYN4/R0E44d2jrLI/AAAAAAAAAEM/PW4bgx7j7R8/s200/large_32338604-D60E-C0D6-0A3A83F076C00578.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n2aP6guHYN4/R0E44t2jrMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/8LFSxOGypD0/s1600-h/large_50EEE33D-D60E-C0D6-0BDEFB15F4F16FA8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134447597211331778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n2aP6guHYN4/R0E44t2jrMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/8LFSxOGypD0/s200/large_50EEE33D-D60E-C0D6-0BDEFB15F4F16FA8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So Australia emerged Champions for the 9th time!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;I missed the Tobago players ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, trg today was quite fruitful though there were many who couldn't make it, either sick or something else. Whatever it is, I bet most of us &lt;em&gt;(me &amp;amp;limei)&lt;/em&gt; will turn up for wed's trg 'cause mrs tan's backkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did zone defence today, it's something very new to us 'cause we've never used that on court before. Oh well, coach says it's against certain schools. I think it'll be good if we know both ways, zone &amp;amp;man t man. I guess we'll do more on wed when the whole team's down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, on a lighter note, I found out smth &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; interesting which I shared with Lim just awhile ago : D &amp;amp;Off link, players from the various teams in world champs are all very built with height ranging from 1.7-1.8m &lt;em&gt;O:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;I'm jealous alr. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alright, goodbye.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;no matter what, i'm not going to see the doc unless she tells me to! &lt;em&gt;Eh? Lim, does this sound familiar? HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-9059352664195806948?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/9059352664195806948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/9059352664195806948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#9059352664195806948' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n2aP6guHYN4/R0E44N2jrKI/AAAAAAAAAEE/r47NOxXppU8/s72-c/large_47F4AD1D-D60E-C0D6-0DB42D9103A67439.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7006880879343799197.post-1913673464203481081</id><published>2007-11-16T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T05:07:11.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I missed you quite terribly ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 days!&lt;/strong&gt; Am uber excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh &amp;amp;I'm so not looking forward to trg, not that I dont wna train, just that I've to see you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-1913673464203481081?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/1913673464203481081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/1913673464203481081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#1913673464203481081' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-7960863221982178534</id><published>2007-11-15T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T23:02:32.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;3 days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the last trg together with the sec 1s today. I hope they'll put the stuffs we've taught them into use &amp;amp;honestly, I think they improved quite a bit just this week. Am glad they enjoyed trg &amp;amp;yeah, train hard girls :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;thank-you&lt;/span&gt; to the ppl that came down for trg :]&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;yeah, somethings are better left unsaid. Like I said, it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ym, Daph, Chris, Mh &amp;amp;Yh came for trg &amp;amp;I played shooter with Yh! &lt;em&gt;Happppppy :D&lt;/em&gt; It's been 6 months since we last trained together ]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp soon, I'm excited but worried as well. Y'know, I really hope to play next year but then again, it's very competitive. Especially after &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; said those stuffs to us &amp;amp;I hate you for that. It's goddddddamned obvious &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; _____________________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I work for it.&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(MY where're you? I've some stuffs on hand to let you know.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-7960863221982178534?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/7960863221982178534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/7960863221982178534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#7960863221982178534' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-1542569611708659746</id><published>2007-11-14T23:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T23:34:46.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-1542569611708659746?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/1542569611708659746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/1542569611708659746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#1542569611708659746' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-2902161932536974121</id><published>2007-11-14T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T00:30:26.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It's 5days before Lix's back. I can't wait :]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's one last trg together with the sec 1s before the coaches/rest of the team's back. Well honestly, I'm &lt;strong&gt;disappointed&lt;/strong&gt; at the number of sec 3s turning up for trg this week. Like by right we're supposed to train &lt;strong&gt;with&lt;/strong&gt; the sec 1s, &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; train the sec 1s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not directing this at anyone, but y'know your conscience &amp;amp;yeah, I'll leave it 'cause it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyhow, I thank those who've been down for the previous trgs regardless of weather. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Layhoe, Esther, Clarabelle, Sooling &amp;amp;of course my in-charge partner,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Limei.&lt;/span&gt; Thank you so much for taking time off for this.&lt;em&gt; (We're supposed to train anyway!)&lt;/em&gt; :D I love y'all for that. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I can't wait for trg to start with Lix. So, &lt;em&gt;till then.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-2902161932536974121?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/2902161932536974121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/2902161932536974121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#2902161932536974121' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-8568095710040244383</id><published>2007-11-11T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T22:33:08.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a week before Lix's back! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss her alot, I'm serious VAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for trg next week!&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-8568095710040244383?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/8568095710040244383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/8568095710040244383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#8568095710040244383' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-311309147058354831</id><published>2007-11-10T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T20:08:31.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At least not today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause if it's over let it go &amp;amp;come tomorrow it will seem so yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't you heard that I'm gna be okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't gna give this up, I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-311309147058354831?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/311309147058354831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/311309147058354831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#311309147058354831' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-5145018493079821567</id><published>2007-11-10T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T05:18:14.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm happy, 'cause Lix's coming back sooooooon :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was on the phone with Li Mei &amp;amp;Min Hui last night and we more or less talked about the same stuffs altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sure we definitely have a slight change of opinion about &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;her &lt;/span&gt;right?&lt;/em&gt; Yeah &amp;amp;I admit both of us do feel threatened D:&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that aside, next week would be more of self train with the sec ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;I still dread to lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-5145018493079821567?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/5145018493079821567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/5145018493079821567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#5145018493079821567' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-5515392017147126593</id><published>2007-11-09T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T00:55:07.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's the last trg before half the team leaves for s'pore-brunei camp next week. Trg was disastrous and I &lt;em&gt;swear&lt;/em&gt; I never would want to lead again, it's just hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had this performance discussion after that and a Team Talk. Though everyone was given a chance to speak, but I think not everyone spoke their minds. Oh well, it's probably better to leave some things unsaid. &lt;strong&gt;Team says I need to control my temper/tantrums. I know I've bad temper, but it's hard for me to change just like that :/ I hope y'all understand &amp;amp;know that I don't mean anything near nasty. It's just mere frustration &amp;amp;yeah, I'll try, I'll be patient, MY :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope after today, this team will get along better than we used to &amp;amp;we'll all improve together. I definitely want us to except each others' differences and attitudes because everyone has different characters. It's not easy to change someone, but if we could just except and understand, I think it'll definitely reduce conflicts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, it's getting tougher &amp;amp;more competitive now that our selection is around the corner. Obviously everyone would want to make it to the team but, I hope this will not affect relations between players especially of the same positions. Help one another &amp;amp;tell em' their mistakes so they don't do it again. &lt;strong&gt;All in all, no matter who makes it and who does not, we'll still be one team, NV Netball. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want anyone to demoralise themselves &amp;amp;have no confidence at all in making the team because everyone stands an equal chance &amp;amp;it's up to you to achieve it on your own. Keep trying. Work hard and train hard and if you don't make it, at least you've no regrets 'cause you've alr tried your best. But like I've said earlier, no matter what, we'll still be a team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, it's rather lengthy. &lt;strong&gt;I'll try hard to control my emotions/frustrations on court.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;See y'all next week :] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;For NV Netball, "One Team, One Dream"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We want Top Fours next year, let's work towards it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-5515392017147126593?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/5515392017147126593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/5515392017147126593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#5515392017147126593' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-5985809538599735827</id><published>2007-11-05T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T04:07:31.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In a second &lt;em&gt;you'll&lt;/em&gt; be wrapped around my finger, 'cause &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I can do it better,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&amp;amp;I know it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's the worst &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You won't wna know &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's like so whatever :/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-5985809538599735827?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/5985809538599735827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/5985809538599735827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#5985809538599735827' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-7001053670538763352</id><published>2007-11-03T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T00:56:53.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Carnival today was &lt;em&gt;not that fantastic&lt;/em&gt; after all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Zonals' are starting mid-january, but my physical isn't there yet. Oh well, we'll see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been having runs since I came back :/ &lt;em&gt;I'm so sick of it.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is so random,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you've changed, definitely.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Val, is this big enough alr?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-7001053670538763352?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/7001053670538763352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/7001053670538763352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#7001053670538763352' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-910184680501408417</id><published>2007-11-01T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T04:42:51.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello dears :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I posted and I know it, buttttt my blog's not as dead as layhoe's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My results were pretty disappointing but at least I'm allowed to continue with trgs. But yeah, physical trgs that is. We really need to brush up on our physical alr, &amp;amp;of course our court work :) It has been and it will be tough, but I hope all of y'all keep going. We'll pull through, we've done it before. Jia You mates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2spokes today nearly took my life, my knees are giving me problems alr. Like it's just the start of the season? Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;coach's sick, so we trained with ms xu. I finally saw lx after weeks &amp;amp;I guess we all miss her. My said my shots were good because of her. Hahahah, probably. &lt;em&gt;Only that she said I looked like an auntie :/ I should have reminded her of her nose, lol. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, B's will be having trg every 1,3,5. &lt;strong&gt;Persevere mates, it's top 4 we want! Keep going! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's lengthy but I've heard a good news :) I doubt it'll be an ideal thing to post it here so yeah, full stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll change my blogskin soon, cause ___'s having the same as mine. &lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;HAHAHA, you didnt make it. Awwwwwwwwww :x &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's a lil' evil, I shant say any further, in case of retribution D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My ultimate goal is main7.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-910184680501408417?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/910184680501408417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/910184680501408417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#910184680501408417' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-8761011860522071531</id><published>2007-10-26T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T00:45:54.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a new skin, thanks Esther :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collection of report books tomorrow :/&lt;br /&gt;I hope it'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next week, goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-8761011860522071531?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/8761011860522071531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/8761011860522071531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#8761011860522071531' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-5686664592567806742</id><published>2007-10-25T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T06:00:52.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I despise &lt;em&gt;you,&lt;/em&gt; yet again. There were no conflicts &amp;amp;&lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; got along well, but &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; claimed there were cliques. It's so obvious please. &amp;amp;It's &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; attitude I dislike :/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day passed. It's nearing the collection of report books :/ Though I'm glad I promoted, but I still have to face my hideous results ): It's wayyyyyyy beyond acceptable. But I'll buck up! With combined science of course, I must make sure my words count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs are still aching &amp;amp;my knees are tearing apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trg's next monday, till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-5686664592567806742?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/5686664592567806742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/5686664592567806742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#5686664592567806742' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-8988634562289906</id><published>2007-10-23T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T05:09:45.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stamina's definitely failing on me,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;I'm still worried about promoting ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'll get through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I exactly good at? I don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-8988634562289906?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/8988634562289906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/8988634562289906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#8988634562289906' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-3799373286705655679</id><published>2007-10-22T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T00:18:51.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's disappointing &amp;amp;devastating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm disappointed in myself for being stupid &amp;amp;being lazy. Well I think I deserved it. I've regrets but what can I do? :'/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only pray that I do not retain. If I do, I'm gone and it'll take everything of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a glaring reality I can't take, I'm dumb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-3799373286705655679?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/3799373286705655679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/3799373286705655679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#3799373286705655679' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-3712858281105997608</id><published>2007-10-18T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T23:53:13.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Training today was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;exceptionally tiring&lt;/span&gt; for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the &lt;strong&gt;last few&lt;/strong&gt; to complete 1spoke! ): Like how am I gna run 3spokes when I can' even take 1? I definitely need to work on my stamina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we did sprints, dodges etc and drills. Got t do courtwork tday :) Unexpected but happy about it, though I played like shit. Esp during the 2nd half 'cause I had totally no mood alr. Like what Li Mei said, announcing of bdiv team would be more pressurizing than the release of results. Obviously I hope I'll do well for both, promote to sec4 and to bdiv next year. Oh well, we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to netball, what makes a good umpire? Fairness among both teams. I &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; unqualified umpires. Esp those who doesn't blow for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;not-obvious&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; contacts and obstructions. I&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; h-a-t-e&lt;/span&gt; 'em straight &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training on tuesday and wednesday next weeeeeeek :) I hope I'll do better. Am definitely gna work for it 'cause I don't want any regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bugis tmr with Lay Hoe &amp;amp;Bh! Shopping with Lm, Lh &amp;amp;esther on wednesday! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-3712858281105997608?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/3712858281105997608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/3712858281105997608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#3712858281105997608' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-5403696888198996243</id><published>2007-10-18T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T06:16:44.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been a sinful week. I've been splurging alot on food, clothes &amp;amp;other bling blings. I'm so broke now ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Li Mei, Lay Hoe &amp;amp;Esther for seoul garden at bugis today :) Obviously the 'L's were lateeee &amp;amp;now they owe us bubble tea. Hahaha. Waited for around 1/2 hr before we could get a seat though. Ate a whole lot of food, esp prawns :D &amp;amp;Li Mei's coffeeeeeee chicken ._. Shopped for clothes after 2 or more hrs of food. &amp;amp;I'm going back to bugis on saturday to get my tops from topshop and probably heels with Lay Hoe :) There, I'm bankrupt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp;there were many super funny scenes :D I had fun, thank you lovelies for the oh-so-wonderful day.&lt;br /&gt;Next wednesday we're going for more! I'm excited alr, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's trg tomorrow! Jia You mates! It's time for serious trg. Our top 4 next year! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll upload pictures tmr, I'm too lazy today :X&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye &amp;amp;see y'all tmr :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-5403696888198996243?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/5403696888198996243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/5403696888198996243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#5403696888198996243' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-6154627142792568326</id><published>2007-10-16T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T06:09:25.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's fucking irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2km tomorrow at 9am &amp;amp;perhaps a lil' of court work. Then to lh's hse for mahjong :) YAY! I miss her mom &amp;amp;Ming Xun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-6154627142792568326?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/6154627142792568326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/6154627142792568326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#6154627142792568326' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-3641433388840996163</id><published>2007-10-15T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T20:42:53.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hello, promos are over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though having said that, I'm &lt;strong&gt;bound &lt;/strong&gt;to flunk today's amath paper )':&lt;br /&gt;I've 20marks &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GONE&lt;/span&gt; alr. Paper's over 80, so I just hope I &lt;strong&gt;do not&lt;/strong&gt; have any careless mistakes which is so impossible. Oh well, my tutor's gna be so disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm so lousy at maths )': &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A pass for all subjects would be good for me alr.&lt;/strong&gt; At least it's a great achievement from midyr results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's exactly 10days before the release of report books D: I'll play myself dead. After the 27th, I would probably be grounded. &lt;em&gt;Ahhhhh. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's 3days to trgs :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll train hard. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;lets just hope I'll still be able to continue with trgs after collection of my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah &amp;amp;I can't afford to lose this, at all. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-3641433388840996163?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/3641433388840996163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/3641433388840996163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#3641433388840996163' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-7520190862757971421</id><published>2007-10-14T00:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T00:15:53.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's amaths paper on 17th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;5days to trgs :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-7520190862757971421?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/7520190862757971421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/7520190862757971421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#7520190862757971421' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-2550526373872751759</id><published>2007-10-13T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T09:13:44.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n2aP6guHYN4/RxDuSwFabTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dMj6eycFF0E/s1600-h/netballnv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120854782232915250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n2aP6guHYN4/RxDuSwFabTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dMj6eycFF0E/s200/netballnv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's 6days to trg! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I'm really excited, but I'm disheartened as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been hearing stuffs like&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; i'm-gna-retain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; i'm-gna-fail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; from the sec2s especially. It's just disappointing to hear that. No good results = &lt;em&gt;(maybe)&lt;/em&gt;no trgs, and without the sec2s, I doubt we'll make a good team alr. Oh man, I want top four ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLEASE&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; MATES,&lt;/span&gt; MUG HARD FOR YOUR REMAINING PAPERS! IT'S &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOT &lt;/span&gt;B'DIVISION WITH THE ABSENCE OF ANY OF YOU AND&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I MEAN IT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We'll still train together, I know it 'cause I've got faith in y'all. Jia You :) Loves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-2550526373872751759?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/2550526373872751759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/2550526373872751759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#2550526373872751759' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n2aP6guHYN4/RxDuSwFabTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dMj6eycFF0E/s72-c/netballnv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7006880879343799197.post-3498723647391142826</id><published>2007-10-12T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T00:32:24.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And to &lt;strong&gt;Rachel &amp;amp;Dominica,&lt;/strong&gt; I dont know if you'll get to read this, but here's smth for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about retaining, 'cause from what I know, you'll just have to pass english and other 2 subjects to promote which I guess shouldn't be a problem :) Just as long you've tried hard enough, &amp;amp;you'll have no regrets. Do not allow yourself to be defeated and do not despair in this bad circumstance, &lt;em&gt;esp Rachel&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;We still want you both in trgs and part of nvnetball's team. You are both &lt;strong&gt;awesome &lt;/strong&gt;defenders and we won't stand losing any. We would be at a losing end. I'm sure the team will be with you all through so keep working hard alright! We've absolute faith you'll pull through :) Don't fret over what's done, instead you should mug hard for your remaining papers, jia you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE LOVE YOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-3498723647391142826?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/3498723647391142826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/3498723647391142826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#3498723647391142826' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-2648760965344941130</id><published>2007-10-11T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T23:51:04.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, physics paper is over&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P2 was difficult though, I lost 20 marks for blanks and confirm wrong answers. How much hope have I left? Well, I would say 40/60. 60 on flunking it of course :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one more paper! Amath :D I'm looking forward t it 'cause I love Further Trigonometry. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;19TH, NEXT FRIDAY'S OUR TRG! YAY! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, my stamina's back t &lt;strong&gt;ZERO.&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp;I bet my first shot after weeks would be an &lt;strong&gt;AIRBALL.&lt;/strong&gt; Anyhow, I'm still looking forward. It's been ages since I last touched netball. &amp;amp;Of course, pam would be back with us! Or rather, me. Heh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm gna take a nap soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And captain ming! I've F.A. cannot pay fund ): Hahaahhaha. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bye!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-2648760965344941130?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/2648760965344941130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/2648760965344941130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#2648760965344941130' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-3645925409796491796</id><published>2007-10-10T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T21:19:04.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'm so annoyed at the ants in the parade square! It's itchy and gross :/ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P2 was alright, though I left some questions blank D: Oh well, it's already over.&lt;br /&gt;And it's physics tomorrow ): Ohno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having amath tuition later at 6. I guess I'll start physics at 3, though I know it's so impossible to complete everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2 more papers away from fun, trgs, netball, shopping :D I'm so excited. But I guess it'll only be 10days of that 'cause there after would be meet the parents session. I'm prepared to drop tp combine, well it's better than to n.a. or retaining right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, keep going mates! It's barely 2 weeks to trgs&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (I think)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;See y'all soooooooon.&lt;br /&gt;Keep mugging! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've absolute faith in y'all,&lt;/span&gt; dont ever think of retaining alright? Esp sec2s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-3645925409796491796?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/3645925409796491796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/3645925409796491796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#3645925409796491796' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-8484534479497804818</id><published>2007-10-09T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T22:40:38.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I having my lunch, blog-hopping, exploring facebook and blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I lost 12 marks in p1 which was disappointing, but there's still p2! I'll make good use of it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lit was more of a &lt;em&gt;write-like-mad&lt;/em&gt; kind of paper, but am glad it's over. &lt;em&gt;HAHAHA ESTHERGOH, YOU STILL HAVE BIOLOGY!&lt;/em&gt; :x &lt;strong&gt;Sorry I'm just joking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am gna study later, emath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;team,&lt;/span&gt; camp is EXACTLY 2 months from now! YAY! Trgs are less than 2 weeks! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I so look forward to it!&lt;br /&gt;Keep going mates, its 3 more papers &lt;em&gt;(and 4 for esther&amp;amp;joanne)&lt;/em&gt; to go!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM HAPPY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-8484534479497804818?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/8484534479497804818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/8484534479497804818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#8484534479497804818' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-7666239044208972078</id><published>2007-10-08T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T21:53:00.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FINALLY,&lt;/span&gt; humanities is &lt;strong&gt;OVER.&lt;/strong&gt; Okay there's still lit but whatever :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and about Social studies, I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;screwed&lt;/span&gt; SBQ. I did not study/memorise/read the conflicts in Sri Lanka and Northern Ireland, thinking it will not be tested since it has already came out in mid year &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT I WAS SO WRONG. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah you guessed right, I wrote nonsense. I even included 'based on my contextual knowledge' when I don't exactly have any. &lt;em&gt;Uh, hilarious.&lt;/em&gt; I hope SEQ will pass me. At least chapter6 was tested :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's &lt;strong&gt;5 down, 5 to go!&lt;/strong&gt; Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's emaths P1 and lit tmr. I want to do well babe &lt;strong&gt;(: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I miss netball and trgs! I know my posts are starting to be predictable cause of my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'ILOVETRGS'&lt;/span&gt; hahhaha. &amp;amp;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bh said she missed me!&lt;/span&gt; I knew it &lt;strong&gt;fat girl!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:x&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Okay, trgs come quickly. I need you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BYE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-7666239044208972078?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/7666239044208972078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/7666239044208972078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#7666239044208972078' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-7092333408134383495</id><published>2007-10-07T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T22:59:48.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I SCREWED HISTORY :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YET TO START SOCIAL STUDIES. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'M SCREWED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I KNOW. AFTER TMR IS EMATH P1&amp;amp;P2, PURE LIT AND PHYSICS! MAN, I STILL HAVE SO MANY PAPERS TO GO ]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WAIT, THERE'S ONE LAST AMATH PAPER NEXT WEEEEEEEEK. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAMN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WNA &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RANT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; SO BADLYYYYYYYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I WANT TRGSSSSSSSS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S IT. I'LL MAKE THE BEST OUT OF THIS FRIGGIN' PERIOD. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MUG LIKE MAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; AND DO WELL. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DO WELL DO WELL DO WELL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I THINK I'M GOING MAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT, I'M GNA HAVE LUNCH, TAKE A SHORT NAP AND MUGGGG LIKE MAD. MATH TUITION AFTER THAT AND BOOKS AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT A LIFE! &lt;/strong&gt;HOW I WISH I HAD FULL-TIME TRG AS WELL.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, OKAY I THINK I'M TRG-CRAZY! I'M BECOMING LIKE MH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"I LOVEEEEEEE TRGS!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A GLARING REALITY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Li Mei knows my secret! Hehehehehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND YOU'RE BEING &lt;strong&gt;EXTREMELY KAYPO&lt;/strong&gt; IF YOU COPY AND PASTE THIS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GUESS ONLY LIMEI AND I DESPERATELY WANT TRGS! I CAN'T BELIEVE WE WOULD YEARN FOR TRGS LIKE THIS! HAHHAHA, LESS THAN 2WEEKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I AM INSANELY HAPPY.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-7092333408134383495?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/7092333408134383495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/7092333408134383495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#7092333408134383495' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-8924400926448521903</id><published>2007-10-05T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T06:02:33.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY IN ADVANCE COACH! :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Chemistry was easier than expected, but I'm not very confident of the paper. Oh well, I've done my part, the rest is up to God :] So its &lt;strong&gt;3down, 7 t go.&lt;/strong&gt; Humanities &amp;amp;math next week, c'mon I'll work hard, &amp;amp;I'll do well. I must score better than &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm annoyed and I had enough of it. I dislike you now. I don't know what drove me to that but I guess its your fking attitude. Thats it, out. I'll see this as a motivation, I'll surpass you on court even if it takes me 5spokes. We'll see. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You still suck.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp;I remember Mh's &lt;em&gt;'way'&lt;/em&gt; of motivation. &lt;strong&gt;"I LOVE EXAMINATIONS!"&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp;of course, &lt;em&gt;"Look! The betrayer's over there!"&lt;/em&gt; Heh, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I love you all the same, my speedy passes partner/lesbie!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(But the lesbie part's more of her!)&lt;/span&gt;     :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM HAPPY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-8924400926448521903?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/8924400926448521903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/8924400926448521903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#8924400926448521903' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-8326015410679060220</id><published>2007-10-04T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T01:28:50.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hello, its chemistry tomorrow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shag. How I wish I took combined science from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with chapters 1-7, 8-10 &amp;amp; 11. I'm left with memorising salts reaction table and redox which suck the mosttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its 2 papers down, 8 more to go. EIGHT! Drats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/ I'm in a giving-up-chem kind of mood. BUT, no, I'm gna study like crazy later! I'll just do my best to understand and do questions. The rest is up to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, let me at least PASS this paper! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT TRGSSSSSSS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-8326015410679060220?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/8326015410679060220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/8326015410679060220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#8326015410679060220' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-4691213160183749227</id><published>2007-10-01T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T03:20:40.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, I'm gna do badly for physics and chemistry, I know it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really want t go for trgs ): I won't mind physical trgs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my team though we see each other almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss playing on court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss shooting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss running, okay &lt;strong&gt;maybe not&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss being blown for contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss laughing like mad with the fattest girl in the team. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss dodging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss perspiring like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhuh, I miss trgs that much.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'll still be able to do more of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pang Shi Han Jolene, MUG HARD AND SCORE WELL PLEASEEE. I WANT TO PLAY MORE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;NETBALL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-4691213160183749227?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/4691213160183749227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/4691213160183749227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#4691213160183749227' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-83240664545894381</id><published>2007-09-29T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T06:30:04.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I hate goodbyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm buried in textbooks all day. Oh bummer. Mugging's never good and I feel like no matter how much I read up on, I'm still gna flunk my sciences. Now if that happens, I don't know what will become of me. Disappointments from my parents and &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;. I know what &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; expects of me, and I know &lt;em&gt;she'll&lt;/em&gt; be disappointed to know that, I've done no better than mid-year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third and fourth quad used to be our best, but not anymore for me. I so want to do well, but seems like everything's going to waste. I hate to lose this. I can't afford to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt my dad is going to allow me to continue netball if I do badly. It's not bringing me anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a useless bum, 'cause not only I can't do well in studies, I'm not a good player too.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a goal in life, maybe I do, but it's all tarnish by my disasterous performance in sch work and netball. What exactly can I do? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to say this, but maybe I'm just not made for netball. Perhaps I haven't tried hard enough for studies, it's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;again, if I don't do well, I know I cannot play netball, perhaps anymore. Oh well. What comes around goes around. Even if I get to play, I may not get in, it's all predestined I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It still matters alot to me though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-83240664545894381?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/83240664545894381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/83240664545894381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#83240664545894381' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-1215680800546470455</id><published>2007-09-22T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T05:39:06.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so sorrrryyyyy Li Mei, I left you for lunch D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha, but you baked cookies without me! You're so gna give some of it to me (:&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm determined to run next week. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gna mug as much as possible until exams are over. I'm gna persevere all through. For trgs &amp;amp;for myself, I am gna do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll not update my blog anytime soon. Goodbye &amp;amp;mug hard y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-1215680800546470455?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/1215680800546470455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/1215680800546470455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#1215680800546470455' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-2678463476507552372</id><published>2007-09-20T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T06:05:18.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n2aP6guHYN4/RvJvmYtdE2I/AAAAAAAAADs/ff1LkuOSQH4/s1600-h/dabianlah!%2B029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112271232277746530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n2aP6guHYN4/RvJvmYtdE2I/AAAAAAAAADs/ff1LkuOSQH4/s200/dabianlah!%252B029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUR PHYSIO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n2aP6guHYN4/RvJvmotdE3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/G9sGzzAlO5A/s1600-h/dabianlah!%2B033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112271236572713842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n2aP6guHYN4/RvJvmotdE3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/G9sGzzAlO5A/s200/dabianlah!%252B033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-2678463476507552372?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/2678463476507552372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/2678463476507552372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#2678463476507552372' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n2aP6guHYN4/RvJvmYtdE2I/AAAAAAAAADs/ff1LkuOSQH4/s72-c/dabianlah!%252B029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7006880879343799197.post-221654400054914814</id><published>2007-09-20T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T06:01:35.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n2aP6guHYN4/RvJu-otdE1I/AAAAAAAAADk/J7Deg_I1Jao/s1600-h/netballnv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112270549377946450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n2aP6guHYN4/RvJu-otdE1I/AAAAAAAAADk/J7Deg_I1Jao/s200/netballnv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For once, I think that Chemistry's easier than Physics. Chemistry SPA tday was pretty good, at least I knew what t do, unlike for Physics, I was practically doing nonsense :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh but I screwed chinese oral D: I thought I could do well in passage cause XieLaoShi gave me 8-9/10 for passage reading in class, I was so wrong. I didn't know how t read many words and conv was worst. Man, chinese suck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;Yeah I'm gna mug hard. Cause only if I do well, then can I play netball, at ease (: Speaking about that, I miss trgs. Approximately 3more weeks t trgs, I can't wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But for now, I'm just gna do my best for my EOY, I'll do it for netball!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jia You mates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-221654400054914814?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/221654400054914814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/221654400054914814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#221654400054914814' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n2aP6guHYN4/RvJu-otdE1I/AAAAAAAAADk/J7Deg_I1Jao/s72-c/netballnv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7006880879343799197.post-1310861215061153121</id><published>2007-09-19T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T04:14:55.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I screwed Physics SPA! Oh my goodness D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-1310861215061153121?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/1310861215061153121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/1310861215061153121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#1310861215061153121' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-5035276996970775332</id><published>2007-09-17T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T04:59:34.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess I'm only gna update once a week, won't go online often, eoy's just 2weeks away D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so I've decided t ignore those nasty remarks alr :/ It ain't pleasant you see. Bet you'd hate it happening t you. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mug hard for eoy team mates :D I look forward t trgs, soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think you're drifting further from us alr. I finally understood what they meant. I witnessed it, I did. Maybe after some time, you'll threaten t quit just like how she did :/ Now that's bad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-5035276996970775332?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/5035276996970775332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/5035276996970775332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#5035276996970775332' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-1621866842281127165</id><published>2007-09-15T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T04:30:59.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Week 1 of term 4 ended and it's the &lt;strong&gt;worst&lt;/strong&gt; week i bet. Trainings aside, &lt;strong&gt;sch was bad. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am upset theres no more trgs 'cause I love trgs :D Now I've t switch t study mode D: &lt;strong&gt;November, come quickly!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I so look forward t trgs (: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many tests are over, more t come next week. Dreaded term 4, man it just sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hope it'lll die off soon, but I know it's highly impossible ]: But its okay, I admit for what I've done, no more next time. Now it's all about trust. Don't label me just yet. I hope everything will be back t normal, soon. I'm not the only one who did it, besides. I just don't understand why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's just a short post 'cause my blog's dying alr. &lt;em&gt;I know it Limei [:&lt;/em&gt; Won't be updating so soon cause exams are coming D: I want t do well. I don't want studies t be a bar me from trgs, I'll jump off a building. Okay I'm joking, but netball &amp;amp;trgs are an important part of my life. I'm sure it is for &lt;strong&gt;my team mates&lt;/strong&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So study hard y'all. We can do it alright, we'll train tgt again very soon! I love y'all :D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-1621866842281127165?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/1621866842281127165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/1621866842281127165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#1621866842281127165' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-4592090654476972827</id><published>2007-09-11T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T05:39:36.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two days since school started and it hasnt been going very well. I had 2tests in just 2days D: Moreover, I didnt study for it so I'll expect a super bad grade. Well well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trg tday, did some basketball drills! :D Uber cool la, first time. Then we did stopping a players' run, defending and stuffs, ended with tag-ball. My group-apples won! YAY! We didn't have t run suicide. Awwwwwww :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did aps and pushups, rp for bbt and home. Physics quiz tmr D: I pretty much dislike now, with endless assignments and many upcoming tests and EOY, its just -______- I hope december will come soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trg on friday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So they didnt post about us. I'm surprised, seriously. Been talking about it during lit though. Whatever it is, SEE YOU ON COURT. I'll not take losing [:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-4592090654476972827?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/4592090654476972827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/4592090654476972827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#4592090654476972827' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-4040118139860547908</id><published>2007-09-08T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T21:50:00.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n2aP6guHYN4/RuN6ogfRhoI/AAAAAAAAAC8/j5zL1NRdaJ0/s1600-h/dabianlah!%2B016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108061238702737026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n2aP6guHYN4/RuN6ogfRhoI/AAAAAAAAAC8/j5zL1NRdaJ0/s200/dabianlah!%252B016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOLEEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n2aP6guHYN4/RuN6owfRhpI/AAAAAAAAADE/ByAQ5I5_x1I/s1600-h/dabianlah!%2B019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108061242997704338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n2aP6guHYN4/RuN6owfRhpI/AAAAAAAAADE/ByAQ5I5_x1I/s200/dabianlah!%252B019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PREMILA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n2aP6guHYN4/RuN6owfRhqI/AAAAAAAAADM/G-66-Gd-f1E/s1600-h/dabianlah!%2B027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108061242997704354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n2aP6guHYN4/RuN6owfRhqI/AAAAAAAAADM/G-66-Gd-f1E/s200/dabianlah!%252B027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trinidad&amp;Tobago's GD/GK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n2aP6guHYN4/RuN6pAfRhrI/AAAAAAAAADU/hFeRwfoqfx8/s1600-h/dabianlah!%2B028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108061247292671666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n2aP6guHYN4/RuN6pAfRhrI/AAAAAAAAADU/hFeRwfoqfx8/s200/dabianlah!%252B028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CRYSTAL ANN GEORGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n2aP6guHYN4/RuN6pAfRhsI/AAAAAAAAADc/jOAsayMwq_U/s1600-h/dabianlah!%2B024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108061247292671682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n2aP6guHYN4/RuN6pAfRhsI/AAAAAAAAADc/jOAsayMwq_U/s200/dabianlah!%252B024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MRS WENDY TAN!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Somehow, she looks damn familiar!) Hhahaaha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I'd wish for a summer break D: One week's too short!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;My stomach's still weak ]: Food poisoning? Perhaps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-4040118139860547908?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/4040118139860547908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/4040118139860547908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#4040118139860547908' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_n2aP6guHYN4/RuN6ogfRhoI/AAAAAAAAAC8/j5zL1NRdaJ0/s72-c/dabianlah!%252B016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7006880879343799197.post-1731468858825170787</id><published>2007-09-08T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T05:55:07.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So Sg won Trinidad Tobago. 5nations champion (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I loveeeee Tobago's GD/GK! Her elevation's like woah, and her ability t defend &amp;t stretch! Super good. Hope they'll do well in World Champs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week gone, just like that D: School's starting and with EOY examinations just 3weeks away. Sometimes I really wna run away t hide ]: But it'll be over soon, I hope. I wna do well in my studies this semester :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only done my amath hols' hmwk. I'm gna finish up my work by tmr &amp;enjoy my last day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-1731468858825170787?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/1731468858825170787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/1731468858825170787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#1731468858825170787' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-2441002765238667952</id><published>2007-09-07T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T05:27:52.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I missed tday's trg because I had a WEAK STOMACH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain since last night all the way till tday D: I couldnt even sleep la. And am still puzzled why theres no reply, maybe its bad mood. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed Sg vs Sri Lanka's game as well, but its okay. I'll be going tmr, if I feel better. So holidays are coming t an end and I've yet t complete most of my work. It's gna be studies studies &amp;more studies. No netball until after the exams ]: It'll be over soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-2441002765238667952?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/2441002765238667952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/2441002765238667952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#2441002765238667952' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-4661693142185011175</id><published>2007-09-05T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T06:59:45.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Trg tday! Did stuffs like balancing, accuracy and many other stuffs. Didnt go for tday's matches cause trg ended lateeee. Rp for bbt, compass for dinner and home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5nations tmr and Trinidad&amp;Tobago players rocks socks! They are effing good :D The team's just awesome, all 7 are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I think that my shooting hasnt improved. &amp;My jumps are uber lousy D: Ca-pi-tan Ming! How!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-4661693142185011175?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/4661693142185011175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/4661693142185011175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#4661693142185011175' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-2785643392912179335</id><published>2007-09-04T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T21:43:14.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chris, I remember you for your small eyes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. TeamSg won both matches so far and Trinidad&amp;Tobago on the same par. Trinidad&amp;amp;Tobagos' are damn skilled! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trg yesterday and we did rolls. Shooters' shot approximately 605 shots and my arms are aching like mad, lol. Nah just kidding. Not that bad la :x&lt;br /&gt;Trg later at 0230 and we've t shoot again ]: But it's alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-2785643392912179335?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/2785643392912179335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/2785643392912179335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#2785643392912179335' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-5455020756654691437</id><published>2007-09-02T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T22:44:48.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Slept at 12 last night &amp;yet I'm up so early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, was on the phone with Mh last night and it feels great! I miss those days, where we would call up each other just to talk about random stuffs. And yeah we'll talk again real soon, we have many things to talk about, esp about &lt;em&gt;'spiderman'&lt;/em&gt; &amp; your &lt;em&gt;'skinny love'&lt;/em&gt;! Hahahaha, I hope she doesn't see this :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking about trgs with the sec4s just makes me smile. The tough times, funny moments and our drills. Esp shooting with Yh, Pam, Chris, Joanne &amp;Mei Ling. Yh &amp;amp;I would always be the shorter shooters among all of them [: Pam &amp;I would miscount our shots everytime, Yh &amp;amp;I doing erratic movements, Chris &amp;her 1-20 method &lt;em&gt;-__-&lt;/em&gt;, Mei Ling's coldness and Joanne's auntie-moments. I remember me &amp;Mh doing speedy warmups all the time, and our after-trg lunches. &lt;strong&gt;Its just amazing how we've grown, how we've moved so far with conflicts at the start. Perhaps that made us stronger, and made us what we're tday. I guess I've learnt t treasure. To the whole 20 of us, cheers :D I love y'all. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been thinking over whatever they said. But I can't make up my mind. I dont know if shes such a person. Oh well, let see what comes by, I'll accept it. &lt;strong&gt;I'll be alright.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am unwritten, I can't read my mind, I'm undefined.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-5455020756654691437?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/5455020756654691437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/5455020756654691437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#5455020756654691437' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-1133325255641467523</id><published>2007-09-02T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T05:42:36.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>moodswings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waywaywaywayway down D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't pick myself up any further&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll just ignore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you bitch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-1133325255641467523?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/1133325255641467523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/1133325255641467523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#1133325255641467523' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-4306126284925622690</id><published>2007-09-02T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T04:35:35.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh and I'm contented with top8 cause we know we could have won, just bad umpiring. So no regrets! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather lose with better skills than win by luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and, Ming Yue's my new love! YAY! Captain Ming! Hahahaha, Yu Hui, I know you're contented with your fire extinguisher! And Li Mei.. go for Vice-cap Soo :D LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlyyyyyyy dinner, we had VEGETABLES, SERIOUSLY. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;I know Ming Yue loves me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-4306126284925622690?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/4306126284925622690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/4306126284925622690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#4306126284925622690' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-674971193989618158</id><published>2007-09-02T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T03:06:24.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Bad play, &lt;strong&gt;bad shots,&lt;/strong&gt; bad moves. &lt;strong&gt;Inconsistency&lt;/strong&gt; D:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suck, we could have gotten top four! &lt;strong&gt;&gt;:/ &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Super bad umpiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The most obvious was the out of court ball. Damned, I swear that umpire suck. Oh man, top four-gone. Lost by one, because the fat umpire suck, I seriously think umpires like her should just quit their job and do smth else cause they obviously ain't good enough, like seriously. &lt;em&gt;Oh mannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn,&lt;/em&gt; wasted, my last year! D':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm over it, cause I know its not our full strength and we can do much much better. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;North Zone, we'll be back, stronger than ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Right, Mei Ling? :D&lt;/em&gt; I swear I'll beat &lt;em&gt;T______ &amp; D____!&lt;/em&gt; It was so sarcastic, &lt;em&gt;'why must you hurry? don't rush, we're up what, dont&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;rush.&lt;/em&gt;' Uhhhh whatever. I'm so &lt;strong&gt;determined&lt;/strong&gt; t trash you and your buddy's team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alright team, good play tday [: But it's time t brush up and train hard! Our lesson learnt, no more silly mistakes. Accept this and move on. Keep on going girls! JIAYOU! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-674971193989618158?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/674971193989618158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/674971193989618158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#674971193989618158' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-6108646947895562076</id><published>2007-08-31T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T21:09:50.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PESS tmr, am excited butttttt worried D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I still want t achieve smth. So Jia You everyone! Play your own game, good passes, 2 options, drives and no silly mistakes. Gave away that ball, go for it again! And lastly, fight until the final whistle goes! :D Keep it going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am gna have tuition again -_____- later. Then catching a movie at AMK hub in the evening with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-6108646947895562076?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/6108646947895562076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/6108646947895562076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#6108646947895562076' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-7488255073591598483</id><published>2007-08-31T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T01:22:45.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Road run wasn't as tough as I thought, got fourth, contented [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition later on D: &amp;tmr afternoon. Shag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-7488255073591598483?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/7488255073591598483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/7488255073591598483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#7488255073591598483' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-3968243410723685090</id><published>2007-08-30T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T05:52:37.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I passed my chinese spelling, &amp;amp;chinese test tday was difficult, for me la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trg at 0245, did competition warm-up and drills, different down-the-lines' and a short game. Road run tomorrow D: 3.2km man, why! I hope it rains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PESS on sunday, sadly Mei Ling isnt gna play ]: Cause its under16 and shes 16plus. Disappointed la. Nvm, its North Zone that really matters, uh. Esther's playing instead :D Grats. I guess trg was alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can no other lady put it down like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-3968243410723685090?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/3968243410723685090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/3968243410723685090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#3968243410723685090' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-8611490341386897008</id><published>2007-08-29T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T05:59:08.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm glad you're smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trg at friggin' eight tday and I cabbed t sch 'cause I woke up at 0720. Physics test was alright, I really really really hope t pass this paper! :] Hg mall with Joanne, Mei Ling, Esther &amp;Jia Qi after sch, ate &amp;amp;accompanied Joanne for her haircut. Afterwhich, went t get stuffs for the card, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trg tmr straighttttttt after sch :D and roadrun on friday ]: Shag, I dont wna run at all. Amath &amp;science tuition on saturday D: and PESS on sunday :] Sept hols, 5nations everyday. So I havent exactly studied for my chinese test tmr and I'm gna flunk my chinese spelling tday, lol. But hey it isn't counted in CA so whatever uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am gna start doing up the card, gdbye!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-8611490341386897008?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/8611490341386897008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/8611490341386897008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#8611490341386897008' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-4459915058264741508</id><published>2007-08-28T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T05:29:46.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Ohmygod, it turned out tragic &amp;I can't be happy about it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History was screwed and I'm gna flunk, I know it. Physics test tmr :/ Trg with sec1s tgt with Ming Yue tmr morning,&lt;strong&gt; my sleeeeeep!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh mrs tan's back! Happiness. So I'm gna end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can no other lady put it down like me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheer up y'all, its not the end [:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-4459915058264741508?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/4459915058264741508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/4459915058264741508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#4459915058264741508' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-309691741656044498</id><published>2007-08-27T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T06:12:44.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n2aP6guHYN4/RtLLdwfRhnI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Ik5IOapxLqM/s1600-h/240820071276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103365039856911986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n2aP6guHYN4/RtLLdwfRhnI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Ik5IOapxLqM/s200/240820071276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I seriously think my skirt's too short, now.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright so, amk hub with Esther Joanne &amp;Mei Ling after sch t buy her &lt;em&gt;'excited-t-get'&lt;/em&gt; jersey. Like it costs a whopping 104 bucks, wow. I don't think I'll be able t save that much &lt;strong&gt;D:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Trg's tmr, wednesday &amp;amp;thursday for me ]: And she's gna annouce the team tmr. It's so tmr.&lt;strong&gt; I want t play, I want t play, I want t play like mad.&lt;/strong&gt; Nerve-wrecking thoughts. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And so whatever will be, will be, the future's not ours to see. &lt;strong&gt;'once you've started, keep on going.'&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;I love shooting tday. I'll be &lt;em&gt;optimistic&lt;/em&gt; about it. History SBQ test tmr :/ Sucks.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll try, keep trying. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-309691741656044498?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/309691741656044498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/309691741656044498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#309691741656044498' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_n2aP6guHYN4/RtLLdwfRhnI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Ik5IOapxLqM/s72-c/240820071276.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7006880879343799197.post-3099981844422488294</id><published>2007-08-26T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T00:35:38.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Fight till the final whistle goes.'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm gna shoot well. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm motivated! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;And no matter what you do, it ain't gna affect me cause' I know you're playing hard-t-get. I feel horrible cause' it seems like I'm the cause of it. But I'll not run away, I'll face it cause' I know you'll be there for me in the end. This is how much it means. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've tried hard and I'm tired t keep repeating, do you understand my intentions? No, I guess not. &amp;no, I won't let jealousy take over me. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-3099981844422488294?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/3099981844422488294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/3099981844422488294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#3099981844422488294' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-8201595498326992879</id><published>2007-08-25T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T22:10:53.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lay Hoe's hse yesterday for literature project &amp;Dead Silence. Mary Shaw wooooooooooooo. Played with Ming Xun :D &amp;amp;home with Esther. Amk Hub with her tmr for manutd jersey, trg on tuesday and wednesday, its mine &amp;Ming Yue's week t train the sec1s. Oh man that's a bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three tests on next week, Physics, Chinese &amp;Emath. PESS on Sunday and yeah, thats about it. Shag, I hate next week. Tests :/ But positively, its the last week of the term!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;I still hope t play though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I said I was sorry alr ]:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-8201595498326992879?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/8201595498326992879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/8201595498326992879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#8201595498326992879' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-1108774895726152450</id><published>2007-08-24T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T05:41:17.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So in the end, I went t seoul garden. Struggled a lil' and went t meet Li Mei at the lrt. Bh rach and yw took forever t come down :/ Met ting2 at compass and off. &amp;ting2's a lousyyyyyyyyy guide please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rach went for her dental and the rest of us went in first. I ate like a glutton but Li Mei was worst, of course :D :D So we started cold jokes, and its &lt;em&gt;realllllyyyy&lt;/em&gt; cold -________- Bh's &lt;em&gt;roooooooo-sia!&lt;/em&gt; Hahahaha. Stayed there till around 0630 &amp;left. Am gna shop at f21 &amp;far east for my white cardigan and vintage blue blouse sometime next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right so I was thinking about mankind. The way we do things and the way we think, woah its really complicated. Some ppl can be so predictable while some are not and I cannot understand this at all. Mankind is beautiful but nasty at the same time, oh well its such a random topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I still hope t play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am sorry! ]:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-1108774895726152450?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/1108774895726152450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/1108774895726152450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#1108774895726152450' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-8963293200667559524</id><published>2007-08-23T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T05:18:33.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm gna kiss my knee goodbye. But I hate goodbyes ]:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-8963293200667559524?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/8963293200667559524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/8963293200667559524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#8963293200667559524' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-5833499853287083734</id><published>2007-08-23T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T05:14:50.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good t see them recovering, 'cause I feel so helpless. It sounds stupid but y'know its afterall a team game, can't afford t lose anyone. And Joanne &amp;I are the 'buy-1-get-1 free' pair :D I loveeeee working with her 'cause she creates space for me, and we dont exactly clash all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry treated me! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got good marks for physics quiz, like finally :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;I give free hugs (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-5833499853287083734?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/5833499853287083734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/5833499853287083734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#5833499853287083734' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-4586706155332244769</id><published>2007-08-22T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T05:18:24.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Trg tday was not exactly good, I thought she would be around, but no. Anyway, speedy recovery mrs tan! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics quiz was alright, plmg with dominica &amp;esther after sch. Omfgxz, she's so fugly :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tests tmr, yay! :D&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp;&lt;strong&gt;nvnetball&lt;/strong&gt;, please take care of yourselves, no more ankle sprains, twists and etc. No more sorethroat and stuffs. Okayokay, I'm recovering soon alright. If you wna play PESS, tie your shoelaces tight and land properly. Stop joking and concentrate on yourself more importantly. Alright goodbye [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-4586706155332244769?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/4586706155332244769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/4586706155332244769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#4586706155332244769' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-423838047520207754</id><published>2007-08-20T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T05:23:53.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for juniors trg tday &amp;it was pretty productive for me cause I ran and shot. Am satisfied with my shots tday! :D :D :D Way t go. I'm finallyyyyyy starting t lift my shots! Uh but wait, I'm not consistent &amp;thats the problem, I'm not sure if I can shoot like tday everyday. Oh man it just sucks :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, trg's tmr and I doubt she'll come down cause of staff meeting but I'll train hard. Oh oh captain ming's injured! She twisted/sprained her ankle D: Speeeeeedy recovery! Well actually she's able t walk alr heh. I know you'll be reading this, so yeah you ought t be touched! My knee's getting from bad t worst. It feels like rheumatism but its weird how i got it at a pathetic age 15, well i dont know. Its just.. pain in my knee joints and sometimes ligament. And I can't help but land loudly so yeah it's my fault. I've been trying t reminding myself t land softly, but it just goes off my mind everytime we play. What t do? Paste a sign over me ' LAND SOFTLY'. Maybe that will work yo. Hahahahahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;I passed emath by a lil' and am so glad. Chemistry retest tmr for every pure science student and that just turns me off. Haven't studied at all for it and I guess I'll do it tmr since its the last period. And Li Mei! I thought you wna run tday huh! Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, am seriously gna peep at that almighty bk. Mei Ling! Tmr! Eh but that's if shes coming la. And I broke the rim tday D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-423838047520207754?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/423838047520207754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/423838047520207754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#423838047520207754' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-7106246059138369959</id><published>2007-08-18T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T21:36:00.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess what, I havent done any of my work yet and I don't know if there's any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been thinking about it again, oh wait I think about it everytime and can't help but have negative thoughts about it. It's so nerve-wrecking. Where's my chemistry? D:&lt;br /&gt;And its 4 more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I hope to pass my emath so I won't have t redo exercises and go for the retest. And bad news, I flunk both sciences, how bad is that. Its time t buck up yo. I regretted taking pure science man, it sucks, seriously &gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I still hope t peep at that impt book! [: Goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-7106246059138369959?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/7106246059138369959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/7106246059138369959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#7106246059138369959' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-3757674715115981972</id><published>2007-08-18T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T06:21:49.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its two more trgs D:&lt;br /&gt;Oh no oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, whatever it is, gdluck everyone. Though I'll be damn upset if I dont make it, but I know its not the end.&lt;br /&gt;But shucks, I can't afford to lose this yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay nevermind. Goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-3757674715115981972?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/3757674715115981972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/3757674715115981972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#3757674715115981972' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-1990311323548504366</id><published>2007-08-17T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T21:55:57.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANK YOU SOH TING2 SHORT LEGS! I APPRECIATE THAT ALOT! LOVES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-1990311323548504366?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/1990311323548504366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/1990311323548504366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#1990311323548504366' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-8194230852866933130</id><published>2007-08-16T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T06:38:15.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm glad we're fine now, and yes bh, we did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm disappointed that it's not really trg tday, but I admit I had fun. From the funny primary sch games to caterpillar with cones and small balls to caterpillar under legs! And damn, Ting2's legs are so short la! Everyone had difficulties passing thru hers. Even Asqiha's were bigger! And Bh was being obscene cause she had t cover her _____. Like omfg la. Frisbeeeee after that was love! &lt;strong&gt;My team&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;strong&gt;WINNERS&lt;/strong&gt; won 16-2! YAY! We were allowed t smack the LOSERS butt. Oh well, its so expected, I knew we would win!&lt;em&gt; Nah... Joking! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh! I loveeeeee the writing about each other on the back part cause I could see everyone really together! Yes Bh, its not futile, its ALIVE! I hope we stay like that forever :D Regardless of any trgs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner after trg with Li Mei, Mei Ling, Ting2 &amp;Yue Wan! We talked till around roughly eight and I cabbed home. Now, Mei Ling &amp;amp;Yue Wan are the NO LINKS! Okay, not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short day tmr, am gna run &amp;amp;shoot! Popular with Esther and Joanne after that probably home for tuition at eight thirty! &lt;strong&gt;Omg, I'm so loving this team. More t come, alright girls? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and I passed my history! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trgs on Tuesdays and Wednesdays! More fun, but more discipline, alright! Train hard!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And t Bh, don't be too worried about it cause he'll be fine. Take care alright. I hope he gets well sooon :D &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-8194230852866933130?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/8194230852866933130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/8194230852866933130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#8194230852866933130' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-1122689273265640402</id><published>2007-08-15T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T05:45:35.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've made up a list of things I want, and things I'm gna do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Run 2km 5 times a week&lt;br /&gt;2) Shoot 200 shots 3 times a week&lt;br /&gt;3) Study hard 'cause I flunk my chemistry&lt;br /&gt;4) Not to fall sick anymore&lt;br /&gt;5) Refrain from getting pissed by team mates&lt;br /&gt;6) Not start a conflict in the team&lt;br /&gt;7) Love my team&lt;br /&gt;8) Love CAPTAIN MING!&lt;br /&gt;9) Except what's given to me&lt;br /&gt;10) 99% shooting accuracy&lt;br /&gt;11) Good movements&lt;br /&gt;12) Consistent performance&lt;br /&gt;13) First seven&lt;br /&gt;14) Able to play, and play well&lt;br /&gt;15) No injury&lt;br /&gt;16) Good relations with team&lt;br /&gt;17) Team to stay as one&lt;br /&gt;18) PESS&lt;br /&gt;19) North Zone top4, maybe nats&lt;br /&gt;20) &lt;em&gt;Lengthen my skirt... Nah I'm joking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"It's not enough to aim, you must hit your target!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I will : D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll build up that bond, and keep the sec3 bond strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To MY: It's okay, I'm at fault too. And I know you're online yesterday! Hahaha, I LOVE YOU ALL THE SAME, I'M SURE EVERYONE DOES! Don't be emotional anymore, cause you can count on me. I know you trust me right! : D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-1122689273265640402?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/1122689273265640402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/1122689273265640402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#1122689273265640402' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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-7006880879343799197.post-2676909134609613634</id><published>2007-08-14T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T22:52:47.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Robert Louis Stevenson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'You cannot run away from weakness, you must fight it out, or perish. And if that be so, why not now?'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, now. I'm not giving in. I'll keep going [: Thanks Jean!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7006880879343799197-2676909134609613634?l=digthisbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/2676909134609613634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7006880879343799197/posts/default/2676909134609613634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digthisbaby.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#2676909134609613634' title=''/><author><name>jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15867037318289155736</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>
