<?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-8516006237399584663</id><updated>2011-07-30T21:37:55.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>J@n!n3</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janinewong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516006237399584663/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinewong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>J@n!n3 W0Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144577862576733259</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>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516006237399584663.post-1601196090633203131</id><published>2009-08-25T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T21:05:26.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what i feel i really dont know~</title><content type='html'>yesterday i off ~cause she saw~ my comp hang&lt;br /&gt; cant hide on time&lt;br /&gt; she saw liao&lt;br /&gt; slap me&lt;br /&gt; she dun like m e play maple ~ need to listen  mother mahs&lt;br /&gt;  yesterday i cried to my father summore&lt;br /&gt; my result hor&lt;br /&gt; i maintain top 10 in class&lt;br /&gt; she dun accept de ( secondary )&lt;br /&gt; since secondary 1&lt;br /&gt; form 1 hor&lt;br /&gt; i take 9th place&lt;br /&gt; form 2&lt;br /&gt; get 5 or 6&lt;br /&gt; form 3 hor&lt;br /&gt; first sem i take 7&lt;br /&gt; second and 3 sem&lt;br /&gt; i take 1&lt;br /&gt; then hor since secondary 1&lt;br /&gt; form 1 hor&lt;br /&gt; i take 9th place&lt;br /&gt; form 2&lt;br /&gt; get 5 or 6&lt;br /&gt; form 3 hor&lt;br /&gt; first sem i take 7&lt;br /&gt; second and 3 sem&lt;br /&gt; i take 1&lt;br /&gt; then hor&lt;br /&gt; since secondary 1&lt;br /&gt; form 1 hor&lt;br /&gt; i take 9th place&lt;br /&gt; form 2&lt;br /&gt; get 5 or 6&lt;br /&gt; form 3 hor&lt;br /&gt; first sem i take 7&lt;br /&gt; second and 3 sem&lt;br /&gt; i take 1&lt;br /&gt; then hor&lt;br /&gt; since secondary 1&lt;br /&gt; form 1 hor&lt;br /&gt; i take 9th place&lt;br /&gt; form 2&lt;br /&gt; get 5 or 6&lt;br /&gt; form 3 hor&lt;br /&gt; first sem i take 7&lt;br /&gt; second and 3 sem&lt;br /&gt; i take 1&lt;br /&gt; then hor&lt;br /&gt; since secondary 1&lt;br /&gt; form 1 hor&lt;br /&gt; i take 9th place&lt;br /&gt; form 2&lt;br /&gt; get 5 or 6&lt;br /&gt; form 3 hor&lt;br /&gt; first sem i take 7&lt;br /&gt; second and 3 sem&lt;br /&gt; i take 1&lt;br /&gt; then hor&lt;br /&gt; since secondary 1&lt;br /&gt; form 1 hor&lt;br /&gt; i take 9th place&lt;br /&gt; form 2&lt;br /&gt; get 5 or 6&lt;br /&gt; form 3 hor&lt;br /&gt; first sem i take 7&lt;br /&gt; second and 3 sem&lt;br /&gt; i take 1&lt;br /&gt; then hor form 4 and 5&lt;br /&gt; cause harder mahs&lt;br /&gt; not like form 3&lt;br /&gt; i cant memorise de&lt;br /&gt; my writing skills also not that strong&lt;br /&gt; i try to improve la&lt;br /&gt; so hor&lt;br /&gt; maintain 4 and 5&lt;br /&gt; but my mother always againts me&lt;br /&gt; see my brothers&lt;br /&gt; like angels&lt;br /&gt; see me&lt;br /&gt; like devil&lt;br /&gt; haiz&lt;br /&gt; i dunno what to say&lt;br /&gt; my mother sayang my eldest brother most&lt;br /&gt; he hor&lt;br /&gt; can get top in class&lt;br /&gt; she sayang&lt;br /&gt; me and my younger brother&lt;br /&gt; cant mahs&lt;br /&gt; we diff lehs&lt;br /&gt; she dont see that&lt;br /&gt; in art hor&lt;br /&gt; yea i might think the drawing nice&lt;br /&gt; but the teacher dosnt&lt;br /&gt; how to aspect me to get full marks&lt;br /&gt; she just dont understand&lt;br /&gt; she thinks &lt;br /&gt; its like physics&lt;br /&gt; can study can count de&lt;br /&gt;  she is not art person wont understand thats why me and my younger brotther&lt;br /&gt; the only time we smile together&lt;br /&gt; is when we sit together&lt;br /&gt; mapling&lt;br /&gt; i wanna be happy&lt;br /&gt; i draw hapy&lt;br /&gt; but when she ccomes is&lt;br /&gt; everything ruin&lt;br /&gt; but seeing her praise my elder brother time after time in front of me&lt;br /&gt; my heart hurts&lt;br /&gt; we are siblngs&lt;br /&gt; why cant just treasure both of use equally&lt;br /&gt; my mother&lt;br /&gt; isnt like that when i was in form 3 de&lt;br /&gt; then subsequently&lt;br /&gt; when she worked longer in singapore&lt;br /&gt; she became like that&lt;br /&gt; i dont wanna lose my old self like her&lt;br /&gt; my father says the same thing&lt;br /&gt; i dunno&lt;br /&gt; my fatther neverr treats me tthat way&lt;br /&gt; my younger brother also dont like her additude&lt;br /&gt; last year hor&lt;br /&gt; she comes back to malaysia on saturday mahs&lt;br /&gt; to spend week end&lt;br /&gt; then hor&lt;br /&gt; she come home&lt;br /&gt; just step into the house&lt;br /&gt; start nagging at us liao&lt;br /&gt; my father says she got mental problem&lt;br /&gt; me and my younger brother&lt;br /&gt; are always protectted by my father when we were nagged&lt;br /&gt; now i new to singapore&lt;br /&gt; i'm only here for 4 months&lt;br /&gt; and she is doing this to me&lt;br /&gt; because of her additude&lt;br /&gt; it makes me&lt;br /&gt; dont dare to tell her wat i have&lt;br /&gt; because it seems&lt;br /&gt; like everrything i do&lt;br /&gt; is wrong to her&lt;br /&gt; i dunno&lt;br /&gt; i just dont dare to say anything&lt;br /&gt; cause&lt;br /&gt; she never l k at what i think&lt;br /&gt; she always draws her own conclusion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516006237399584663-1601196090633203131?l=janinewong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janinewong.blogspot.com/feeds/1601196090633203131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janinewong.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-i-feel-i-really-dont-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516006237399584663/posts/default/1601196090633203131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516006237399584663/posts/default/1601196090633203131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinewong.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-i-feel-i-really-dont-know.html' title='what i feel i really dont know~'/><author><name>J@n!n3 W0Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144577862576733259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516006237399584663.post-4574110411213317700</id><published>2009-08-25T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T09:02:46.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Respect or disrespect?</title><content type='html'>my life wats it about -_-!!! i come home after a full day of schooling~ in school feeling banyak stress already come home mother give me a dead look. I always release stress by playing maple rather enjoying myself when i dont enjoy school prison life !!! i see mother home i tutup maple with all the other applications not to let her know i am playing.Let her catch kena slap on the face i pain i dont cry in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother works hard earn money. What i do? I dont use money. I giam siap. skip lunch buy materials for my work. I no money i dont dare ask her because i dont wanna use her money. But i dont have money i cant go to school. School facilities not enough  . Teacher encourage us buy our own light box. Lightbox cost 16x $ i dont want. Divert back to malaysian ringgit cost about RM 400 waste money i dont want. i never ask to buy 1. I use my house glass table to do my work instead. Feed back what i get."always dirty the table clean it up make the house soo messy!" What to do i do work half way kena marah -_-!!! I wan buy kena marah -_-!!! so i rather keep quiet. But what i doing is it right or wrong??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516006237399584663-4574110411213317700?l=janinewong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janinewong.blogspot.com/feeds/4574110411213317700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janinewong.blogspot.com/2009/08/respect-or-disrespect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516006237399584663/posts/default/4574110411213317700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516006237399584663/posts/default/4574110411213317700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janinewong.blogspot.com/2009/08/respect-or-disrespect.html' title='Respect or disrespect?'/><author><name>J@n!n3 W0Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09144577862576733259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
