<?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-5627192772820914396</id><updated>2011-11-03T12:28:50.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs of a Young Minstrel</title><subtitle type='html'>"i wanna do what i wanna do" does not equate with freedom</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-1975743565164541468</id><published>2011-11-03T12:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T12:28:50.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aah..</title><content type='html'>just got a shock of a lifetime..thank u Da for Protecting me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-1975743565164541468?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/1975743565164541468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/1975743565164541468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2011/11/aah.html' title='aah..'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-8429537674561239695</id><published>2011-03-16T10:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T10:58:09.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>found</title><content type='html'>Thank U Da, U Got my refund back. Thank U&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-8429537674561239695?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/8429537674561239695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/8429537674561239695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2011/03/found.html' title='found'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-3787295481137930253</id><published>2011-02-22T18:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T18:06:45.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>plea</title><content type='html'>don't let me go, i can't do anything right without You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-3787295481137930253?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/3787295481137930253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/3787295481137930253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2011/02/plea.html' title='plea'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-1245852224918524411</id><published>2011-02-16T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T02:34:34.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who would have tot..</title><content type='html'>that i will get mumps again, this time at young adult age..worried that if i will lose my temp job&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-1245852224918524411?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/1245852224918524411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/1245852224918524411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2011/02/who-would-have-tot.html' title='who would have tot..'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-4813316777805092219</id><published>2011-01-15T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T20:17:22.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aaah</title><content type='html'>din noe the JMissal's first page is like a manga - first page on the other side&lt;br /&gt;saw Shimp'-sama today but too far to say hi but glad he's still himself X3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-4813316777805092219?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/4813316777805092219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/4813316777805092219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2011/01/aaah.html' title='aaah'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-8036178775572748570</id><published>2010-11-02T12:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T12:02:14.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank u</title><content type='html'>thank u for the "present"! although ironic, but haha, i'm glad the real thing starts soon X3 but i never knew i could really do it, and if i may be so bold, i want to believe that it's thanks to everyone who cares for me that i can do what i could never do years ago&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-8036178775572748570?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/8036178775572748570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/8036178775572748570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2010/11/thank-u.html' title='thank u'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-7592909595319872015</id><published>2010-10-15T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T10:38:18.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>requests</title><content type='html'>sometimes my heart goes out to even immature requests - but being adult i have the right to say no&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-7592909595319872015?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/7592909595319872015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/7592909595319872015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2010/10/requests.html' title='requests'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-3215074348706873911</id><published>2010-10-07T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T14:52:19.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>found</title><content type='html'>depression, emptiness - enemy's tatics. The moment this was revealed to me i was full of life, i was able to move, excitment fills my heart again and i found meaning in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now i'm back to relax-mode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must be the weather...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-3215074348706873911?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/3215074348706873911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/3215074348706873911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2010/10/found.html' title='found'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-5079674497249835527</id><published>2010-09-24T22:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T22:25:27.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>simplicity</title><content type='html'>i don't know when i came across a story about a couple of whom one of them said, "After all (the bad) that has happened, i won't pursue much (and agree with the lead character) and decided to live nothing but (for and) in simplicity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there has been so many "why can't i have this", "why can't i go here n there", "why am i down to this", so many things i wanna buy and have but i can't, to have a lifestyle like my friends are having but i can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a thought came to my mind "(yah, say if u have done it, gone there, done that, have that) den wat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised all the frustration of my desires - at the end, there is a stop. A stop of dark emptiness. That doesn't promise a sense of real fulfilment, a sense of wholeness - my spirit dies at the stop - the stop is a dead end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thank God for this moment after all my weeks of screaming n craving - this one short moment that stops everything in my head after so many weeks of "eruption". i've woken up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this point of time when i cannot afford things that i want, the lifestyle i want i put them aside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to move on - properly - to see the simple, wisdom-filled side of what life is meant to be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-5079674497249835527?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/5079674497249835527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/5079674497249835527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2010/09/simplicity.html' title='simplicity'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-6577569011675800683</id><published>2010-08-16T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T00:01:32.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woah</title><content type='html'>surprisingly i said, "no" again n again no matter how much i was persuaded. i didn't want to do it. i duno y. but i felt really strong after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n also i guess i'm too $@#$ stressed. There's too much in my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-6577569011675800683?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/6577569011675800683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/6577569011675800683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2010/08/woah.html' title='woah'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-7493440629819482728</id><published>2010-07-21T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T12:38:25.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>event</title><content type='html'>better to faster come den to drag/wait for another week&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-7493440629819482728?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/7493440629819482728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/7493440629819482728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2010/07/event.html' title='event'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-498028042613528299</id><published>2010-07-15T09:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T09:50:13.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da..</title><content type='html'>without You i can never move on..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-498028042613528299?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/498028042613528299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/498028042613528299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2010/07/da.html' title='Da..'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-2539338532197622574</id><published>2010-07-05T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T12:40:46.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one night of insomnia</title><content type='html'>has set me thinking about so many things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling a little better although plaughed by weird dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i've been looking forward to...has started...i hope all goes well..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-2539338532197622574?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/2539338532197622574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/2539338532197622574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-night-of-insomnia.html' title='one night of insomnia'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-8903729543810046342</id><published>2010-06-23T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T10:11:24.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for that one moment in life</title><content type='html'>there was love&lt;br /&gt;i felt no pain no sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for that one moment in life&lt;br /&gt;i feel love&lt;br /&gt;i felt loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for that moment in life&lt;br /&gt;i could smile from my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for that one moment in life&lt;br /&gt;i could See&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for that one moment in life&lt;br /&gt;i could Stand on my own&lt;br /&gt;and not be lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for that one moment in life&lt;br /&gt;although small &lt;br /&gt;i felt Holiness&lt;br /&gt;so Holy that i could not touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for that one moment in life&lt;br /&gt;i feel loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will never forget&lt;br /&gt;should i do&lt;br /&gt;i want to be&lt;br /&gt;reminded&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-8903729543810046342?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/8903729543810046342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/8903729543810046342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2010/06/for-that-one-moment-in-life.html' title='for that one moment in life'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-236701715613088142</id><published>2010-06-08T10:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T10:24:42.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cry</title><content type='html'>i need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-236701715613088142?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/236701715613088142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/236701715613088142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2010/06/cry.html' title='cry'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-2346694432535057091</id><published>2010-05-27T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T13:30:20.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh</title><content type='html'>i thought, "Later must prepare for 5pm...""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was then i remembered today's Thursday, not Friday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-2346694432535057091?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/2346694432535057091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/2346694432535057091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh.html' title='oh'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-8555246513751772732</id><published>2010-04-17T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T11:19:59.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>although it's over</title><content type='html'>i did something bad during exam. whatever the reason was, it was still bad. i thank the great four for all you've told me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if Tezuka Kunimitsu is really alive, in the real world, i don't tink he'd ever do that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zette will never do it again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yurusan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-8555246513751772732?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/8555246513751772732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/8555246513751772732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2010/04/although-its-over.html' title='although it&apos;s over'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-4358675525006665403</id><published>2010-04-06T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T16:00:48.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>comfort</title><content type='html'>i ask myself why am i doing for them...do i expect real or fleeting thanks in return or none at all? i know one doesn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only One who understands and i can relate to for this is you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-4358675525006665403?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/4358675525006665403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/4358675525006665403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2010/04/comfort.html' title='comfort'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-2148912942462876501</id><published>2010-04-06T13:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T13:44:22.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm..</title><content type='html'>finally the quiet one inside of me has taken over much - really thankful for that bcos it opens a door to things i've never thought before and realised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this period has been a trying period: being 'twisted' around but for the better, some near-nervous-breakdown states, whole new transitions in getting used to new - restricted, frustrating, low-end - gadgets (my mind's made up...switching to Apple when i have the means! Ben will be happy to hear this!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but through it all i am thankful and blessed to have all these, and again to those who unceasingly have been with me all these years and some pushing me beyond wat i thought i never could have and achieve&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-2148912942462876501?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/2148912942462876501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/2148912942462876501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2010/04/hmm.html' title='hmm..'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-4109566565868099084</id><published>2010-04-01T11:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T12:00:43.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this Lent</title><content type='html'>has turned out to be one of the most interesting Lenten seasons ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been tried and tested beyond my box, mentally-painfully again and again, through many breakdowns, complains and outbursts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm slowly beginning to understand why i'm being asked to do things that are out of my box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm slowly seeing more of my barrier being broken down by people who have been seeing the potential in me..these are actually strengths that i'm not aware of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's because i'm willing to move, surprisingly even when i'm so dang relunctant to, in almost any situation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've changed to be more outgoing within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying really works&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've so much to thank for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-4109566565868099084?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/4109566565868099084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/4109566565868099084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-lent.html' title='this Lent'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-1799460329329483319</id><published>2010-02-17T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T17:43:11.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ramblings</title><content type='html'>life still goes on after all the celebrations - employees go back to work and students go back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;students may say to me, "Wow, how i wish i'm like u studying at home, no need to stay in school, no need to work for almost the whole day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have my woes. i have too much to study. being a slow learner i use a lot of techniques to study to catch up. These techniques take me the whole day that i haven't been able to really touch my notes yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, u could say i have the luxury of staying at home from ur point of view, which i will nod my head about this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone has problems although one would say to another "i dun have this problem but i have that problem" if u lay them all out with the people u spoke with, one would realise everyone has the same "weight of problem"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-1799460329329483319?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/1799460329329483319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/1799460329329483319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2010/02/ramblings.html' title='ramblings'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-2377622385740041140</id><published>2010-01-22T20:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T20:40:15.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>preparation</title><content type='html'>I NEED CONFESSION!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-2377622385740041140?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/2377622385740041140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/2377622385740041140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2010/01/preparation.html' title='preparation'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-670170583931520471</id><published>2010-01-22T13:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T13:23:37.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not easy</title><content type='html'>to "lighten up", "open up" and "let in new people" even "let in" new perspectives cos of issues about oneself are needed to be attended to first before the wall can be brought down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if one gives oneself time to reflect without retort, usually revelation about the good about oneself is revealed and it's up to one to either face it or shun it. To face it is a step for oneself. To give heaps of excuses to shun it - well, see the above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems like a never ending cycle then. sounds cliche but why not end this vicious endless cycle by facing it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-670170583931520471?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/670170583931520471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/670170583931520471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-not-easy.html' title='it&apos;s not easy'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-6097210546294481127</id><published>2010-01-20T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T15:48:24.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there are</title><content type='html'>so many people to thank for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't realised until i wrote a testimony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-6097210546294481127?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/6097210546294481127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/6097210546294481127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2010/01/there-are.html' title='there are'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-5684321385501301322</id><published>2010-01-14T11:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T11:30:37.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>change</title><content type='html'>i think i know why i hate homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know how most parents press obligations on us and drive us to the wall with their expectations and obligations? it's not their fault - it's a high possiblity that their parents did the same to them too thus the misconception of obligation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe if obligation is done and taught in a positive manner without using comparision kids will accept homework as a means of revision, a progress to the biggie = exam, constant revision will help them to pass their exam and able to - in a gamer's term - level up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for us adults, perhaps we'll just say to the negative thought, "it's not logical" and be willing to throw that negative thought away despite the past that we'd gone through which may be still alive in our minds, causing us to live in the past instead of the present - here and now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-5684321385501301322?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/5684321385501301322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/5684321385501301322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2010/01/change.html' title='change'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-991541719045489687</id><published>2010-01-07T14:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T14:25:50.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha</title><content type='html'>was praying so desperately hard for a simple song to learn to make it 4 songs to sing as required. the song which i wanted to sleep after hearing became the simplest song and thus fulfilled the 4-song requirement! woohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-991541719045489687?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/991541719045489687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/991541719045489687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2010/01/haha.html' title='haha'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-7764684310323975212</id><published>2010-01-02T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:09:08.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reflections</title><content type='html'>pretty much a lot since so many has happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something unexpected happened to my health which took a turn for the bad. Perhaps i'm forced to do so to stop myself from overindulging in too many things. But it's not fair when i want to have some fun too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aargh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-7764684310323975212?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/7764684310323975212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/7764684310323975212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2010/01/reflections.html' title='reflections'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-8386669155550894831</id><published>2009-12-05T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T13:49:57.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mini-concert</title><content type='html'>i'm skeptical reading the announcement of St Mary of the Angels' choral presentation "..first ever angelic choral presentation..!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angelic? the only 'angelic' choir i heard was the Archdiocese's choir!!! but i guess since St Mary's have a music director whom i saw was correcting the cantors in singing-prounciations in every detail and there are cantors who have improved a lot after that i guess it would be better than before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's really cool that Friar Derrick's gonna sing for the choral presentation after his awesome performace at Kampong Nite, i guess most of the parshioners can never get enough of that! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-8386669155550894831?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/8386669155550894831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/8386669155550894831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2009/12/mini-concert.html' title='mini-concert'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-8423084232763749691</id><published>2009-12-03T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T12:50:59.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a comment</title><content type='html'>which is very common that got me thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why don't you do it yourself and then talk about it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd realised i'm guilty of saying that as well but after these words directed me made me realise that&amp;nbsp; some of the comments from those who can't do what i can do yet still make remarks about it &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; worth reflecting about instead of retort. i hear people who aren't in Church choir, "The choir/cantor cannot sing lah!" Of course the next reaction would be, "You go sing lah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the "That choir/cantor cannot sing lah!" cannot sing. They really sing off-pitch, some even tone-deaf but&amp;nbsp; they &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; appreciate the essence of music. They appreciate the demands its essence - perhaps the core of its existence! - thus express in their own way although not technically nor in detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not every remark must be taken into consideration. not that i can hold back to "bad" comments. it's really how at peace one is with oneself that the person grows into understanding and maturity and learns that one is able to distinguish what's to be or not to be taken into reflection&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-8423084232763749691?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/8423084232763749691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/8423084232763749691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2009/12/comment.html' title='a comment'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-4628784678507097790</id><published>2009-11-26T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T16:31:08.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe it's the weather..</title><content type='html'>i get depressed at extreme high and low temperatures..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what i'm dealing with right now is how am i going to survive 3 days half-alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's more in my mind is...i duno..i wanna make new friends but ends up in..nothing. i'd realised i've nothing to offer, really nothing. i've tried again and again "hey let's go out some time." they go "okay." but really they are in their own world. they dun call me out. they rarely reach out. guess they'd be better off without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone wants to belong to a group of friends to share and enjoy. i still want that. but it doesn't happen to me. perhaps it's because of my lack of confidence or i've known those - in the end - i don't belong to my new friends' perference of interests &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've lost all condfidence in singing too, i can't sing like i used to..perhaps it's bcos i'm pinning my hopes on just one genre only. i hope one day i have the confidence to sing what i wanna sing on stage..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've too much on my mind perhaps..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-4628784678507097790?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/4628784678507097790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/4628784678507097790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2009/11/maybe-its-weather.html' title='maybe it&apos;s the weather..'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-6624382289961622823</id><published>2009-11-21T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T08:50:20.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>?2</title><content type='html'>according to shops it's the Christmas season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but why don't i feel Christmas-y?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-6624382289961622823?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/6624382289961622823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/6624382289961622823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2009/11/2.html' title='?2'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-4761906271369733839</id><published>2009-11-20T13:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T13:43:00.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>it's a big challenge to explain my drawings and poetry to my counsellor cos i've never explained to anyone before. i guess as an artist one has to be able to tell people about your work, perhaps to let them know a little more about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my counsellor also gave me a book. It was written by a person of a different religion but it's universal. Again i'm challenged by "Catholicism being the deepest and closest ever to God". Every religion has its "exterior" but the core of living seems to echo in similarity from one orthodox religion to another - i understand what he means but i may have misinterpreted from his exact words. i really wonder at that. i dare not join any inter-religious dialouge for fear i may lead myself astray from my own faith. This challenge i have yet to explore more about it, perhaps when i have the time after my exams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-4761906271369733839?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/4761906271369733839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/4761906271369733839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-5079606795842904154</id><published>2009-11-08T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T22:46:24.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i like it</title><content type='html'>when i'm free, when i dun have to commit about issues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there are times when i can't turn a blind eye. it is these times that i ask myself whether i've done the right thing by saying or doing. To which i did the right thing but the way i do is wrong. So that is why i can't do this alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wish this issue's off my hands soon. Really can't run from it. Cos i started it by standing up and fought not for what i stand for but what the Church Stands on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom's right. i'm in a community. wat i do if i leave? rot ah? not say that they can't live without me..but it seems that i'm the only who learnt much and am taught to stand up against something if it's not alongside with the Church's teaching - as to how and whether it's the right place n time, that's on a case-by-case basis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how hard i try to leave, it seems like the unseen issues of the community gets me forcefully back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not fair...i just want rest...i just dun wan to get involved...but still this issue, somehow it must be addressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel that i'm always the hated one. i wake people up - that's why they hate me. i tell them nicely with the intention for them to be better people or to make situations better for them yet they turn around n "shoot" me. it has come to a point that i'm tired. i just want to live my life on my own without getting involved people whom i dun want to get myself involved in - i want to breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps in doing so i may have become selfish for the wrong reasons..eek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-5079606795842904154?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/5079606795842904154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/5079606795842904154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-like-it.html' title='i like it'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-4022341291709514636</id><published>2009-11-05T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T17:23:01.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have this..</title><content type='html'>bad feeling of what my future would be..sigh..as if i'm not rejected enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humanly, it's impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, aaargh, had to reach out..n Trust..nya..give me time...U Know my plans..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-4022341291709514636?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/4022341291709514636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/4022341291709514636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-have-this.html' title='i have this..'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-1088978006307212367</id><published>2009-11-04T19:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T19:23:56.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:o</title><content type='html'>Shimp'-sama only back next Fri....so's ka..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa, yudan sezu ikou! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a no...pray for us too lah X3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-1088978006307212367?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/1088978006307212367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/1088978006307212367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2009/11/o.html' title=':o'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-6414426960006362072</id><published>2009-10-31T10:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T10:57:18.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel</title><content type='html'>i'm going crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun wan commitments, i hate them for now..perhaps it's because i think people are putting obligations on me when actually they are not - i have the right to choose how i want to react - or whether i want to react to any unseen obligation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friendship can be a burden when someone puts an obligation on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and smses...i'm not really keen on them right now...maybe bcos i need the time to focus on my exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm rushing myself too much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-6414426960006362072?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/6414426960006362072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/6414426960006362072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-feel.html' title='i feel'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-5179427827572176927</id><published>2009-10-24T13:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T13:42:06.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>St John Vianney @ Church of the Holy Cross Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.serrasingapore.org/event_Y4PHC_Oct09.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://www.serrasingapore.org/event_Y4PHC_Oct09.html&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you need to scroll down to "Year For Priests @ Holy Cross Programmes" to see the programmes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church of the Holy Cross&lt;br /&gt;450 Clementi Avenue 1&lt;br /&gt;Singapore 129955&lt;br /&gt;Tel   67775858&lt;br /&gt;Fax  67735676&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-5179427827572176927?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/5179427827572176927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/5179427827572176927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2009/10/st-john-vianney-church-of-holy-cross.html' title='St John Vianney @ Church of the Holy Cross Singapore'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-2416599489815229249</id><published>2009-10-20T00:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T00:06:01.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>counselling</title><content type='html'>only takes place when there's a significant change in my life...which i'm struggling to come to terms with it. i'm really forced out of my comfort zone into many unknown n struggling zones which will lead ultimately to the worst non-comfort zone - something that i wish it'll never happen..but somehow i've to come to terms with it..yet i wish it wouldn't happen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-2416599489815229249?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/2416599489815229249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/2416599489815229249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2009/10/counselling.html' title='counselling'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-6257776895768309353</id><published>2009-09-27T19:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T19:32:47.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been</title><content type='html'>long since i blog here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd realised i can do so many very basic things without thinking - very naturally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was then i remembered that my counsellor told me that my basic mechanisms had been seriously affected by the many traumas that i'd gone through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was counselling that helped me to realise things, even Coffee Bean and morning snacks. There are many more things that i'd realised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but most amazingly is that i could do basic things so naturally that i wonder if it's true, that i start doubting myself. but it's the truth that i can now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm like a baby starting to crawl..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-6257776895768309353?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/6257776895768309353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/6257776895768309353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-been.html' title='it&apos;s been'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-1944561147592254147</id><published>2009-08-14T12:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T12:44:17.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>must</title><content type='html'>totally guilty of what i've done..Confession is a must&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told God too, that if i can't find a jpb within this period of time it means that i've failed my previous subject. Somehow i feel that if i pass i wouldn't be satisfied, cos i dun think i did my best for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if i pass it'll be good, less one subject. Cos this current subject isn't as easy as i'd thought it'd be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-1944561147592254147?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/1944561147592254147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/1944561147592254147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2009/08/must.html' title='must'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-2324981376805976690</id><published>2009-08-12T10:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T10:22:27.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another one..</title><content type='html'>the earth just lost one of its good servants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the time i was running around til he was still around to a certain extend i kinda miss him. To me cancer didn't take him down but it was God who Decided that it was Time for him to go back Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We miss u, we pray with u as u walk on the final journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always remembered&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-2324981376805976690?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/2324981376805976690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/2324981376805976690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-one.html' title='another one..'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-9203683188580508904</id><published>2009-08-05T07:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T23:28:31.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bye Fr R</title><content type='html'>din get to say goodbye to Fr Renckens..his passing passed me by, i wasn't informed. i was only informed of a extremely popular Priest's situation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being a kid i couldn't remember Fr Renckens much. All i could remember was the usual weekends where normally he would celebrate Mass. Come to think of it, i can't remember if i had even went to him for Confession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what struck me was that in February this year he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;already knew&lt;/span&gt; his "Way of the Cross" had begun! Does that mean he knew he was going to 'go'?! However being not a frequent goer to where Fr was based i didn't know anything about his ailment until a (very) later time because he was still moving around although with a little hobble over to another Church and spoke like any ordinary day from the pulpit  - not long after his serious operation - or was it operationS?! *faint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As months passed cancer had confined him to bed, his journey was ever more painful and his request for prayers grew even more frequent..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as if he knew he was going but it was just a matter of time&lt;/span&gt;..?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i thought he was alright and my days hadn't been easy for me too so i din check the forum. It was Paps' blog which i'd always surf by that i learnt of Fr R's passing&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Surfed by the forum - ah, he passed away last Fri and there was a memorial service with visitations days before the service&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i feel terrible not being able to know anything but somehow am in the comfort that Father may know that there's this one soul who's earnestly praying and thinking of him. And maybe this passed me by maybe because to remind me that his journey's not over yet? That he still needs prayers before he could look down at us from Heaven - and perhaps remember this soul that used to play with the animals in the - "farm" - as i call it still remembers him&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;thus my tribute to Fr R&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i cannot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yet absence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hurts in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sadly missed by all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fondly spoken by all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but i know you'll look down at us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where you stand tall X3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-9203683188580508904?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/9203683188580508904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/9203683188580508904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2009/08/bye-fr-r.html' title='bye Fr R'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-7792933733499279047</id><published>2009-07-30T12:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T12:04:32.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>i've always wondered what a marriage is&lt;br /&gt;this teaches me more than that&lt;br /&gt;Be it&lt;br /&gt;Husband Wife&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend Girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;Besties&lt;br /&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;Aquintances&lt;br /&gt;this tells me&lt;br /&gt;what&lt;br /&gt;Love is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nw0s4C0g5SM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nw0s4C0g5SM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-7792933733499279047?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/7792933733499279047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/7792933733499279047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2009/07/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-5825624973377702947</id><published>2009-07-18T16:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T16:07:50.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disobedience, i paid for it</title><content type='html'>see, Father says never record his talks. Unfortunately cos my mom's working so she seldoms joins Friday nights so i thought of surprising her with the recording. In the end, i didn't listen carefully to Father's talk, the recording came out bad, worse i offered to transcript for her - n i'm paying the price of transcripting 30 minutes of talktime which i'd only did 6 minutes of it during the past two hours. i'm so dying to give up now cos it's so wrong to transcript i think - n it's really tedious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never disobeyed Father before. All along i've been molded by my ex-leaders to obey our Spiritual Director, not matter how ridiculous and outrageous it sounds - as long as it's in accordance to the Bible of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only last night i decided to. Now I'm paying the full price for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morale of the story: NEVER EVER DISOBEY HIM AGAIN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-5825624973377702947?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/5825624973377702947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/5825624973377702947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2009/07/disobedience-i-paid-for-it.html' title='disobedience, i paid for it'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-4510357566134938864</id><published>2009-07-11T08:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T09:19:21.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>faith</title><content type='html'>i'd realised the "power" of my voice...it's just that i'm afraid to use it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway of all places i - being the paranormal-sensitive one - freaked out in the car when my friends said we're going to Dempsey Road! But surrounded by people with great faith nothing really happened - though i was sensitive in the beginning of the journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i perhaps i wasn't feeling well that i puked much later in the toliet - discreetly - and thank goodness for water spray! - the toliet was clean like no one has ever puked in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had so much fun and we got into serious life sharing moments - must be the alcohol and the night got a little late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still had to pay for my share - a whooping $30 - not easy, cos i'm not earning $ n this month's pretty tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, good and bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was their faith that i'm impressed and inspired - nothing can harm them&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-4510357566134938864?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/4510357566134938864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/4510357566134938864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2009/07/faith.html' title='faith'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-6627640770828205122</id><published>2009-07-09T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T15:45:08.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>09 July post</title><content type='html'>was crying while watching Natsume Yuujinchou, feeling Natsume's loneliness and his feelings towards the sad tale of the spirits who came to see him, either for help or just to talk to..it is a lonely world when one can see spirits, people like me would avoid too but because i can sense, so that kinda keeps me "as one" with them &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the reason i cried is because i feel very lonely. i keep asking myself why am i always lonely, no matter how many friends i have, i still want someone tangible to lean on - is it too much to ask? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i can't see now as yet, cause i still feel lonely &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess until the day i stop crying because of loneliness i'd able to see &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the hardest thing to block is the "lonely" vibes that i'm giving out because i don't want to attract the wrong energy. But in faith i would prefer leaning to my guardian angel for shielding me - at least that helps me to hang on until i am home for full vibe release - relief siah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that night's incident it's getting really harder not to ignore that me, as a human, is more aware of spirits co-exisiting on the same earth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-6627640770828205122?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/6627640770828205122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/6627640770828205122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2009/07/09-july-post.html' title='09 July post'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-6350048623597770980</id><published>2009-07-06T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T20:22:17.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>「羊ガ...」</title><content type='html'>all my thoughts of being demanded too much flew out of the window of my mind when i listened to the counting sheep tracks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;まい..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-6350048623597770980?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/6350048623597770980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/6350048623597770980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='「羊ガ...」'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-7614047860860698006</id><published>2009-07-06T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T12:19:24.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm at a loss</title><content type='html'>while searching for jobs i searched for voice talent companies to see if they are recruiting. but again i'd realised it's so professional: demo, about how many minutes (one of them said must have codec?), best get a voice coach to help u out...sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there goes my wish to be an anime-English dubber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll just head back to sleep, very tired today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-7614047860860698006?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/7614047860860698006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/7614047860860698006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-at-loss.html' title='i&apos;m at a loss'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-1609115274812099778</id><published>2009-07-05T08:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T08:44:37.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lessons learnt</title><content type='html'>2nd major lesson learnt: never ever disturb the silence within the vicinity of a funeral, no matter how far the distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was unintentional. We were looking for a place to jam and the only free spot was metres away from a Chinese funeral. At first i didn't feel good about the place but in my tiredness and really there was no place to sit. So we sit there. The longer i sat there, the more i felt that i &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to leave. Again i thought it was my imagination and weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something did happen. I was really scared out of my wits, even now, as i'm typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after this incident. I learnt 3rd major lesson: i was reminded we are all created in the image and likeness of God thus we shouldn't be afraid - by my good non-Christian friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i learn to be closer to God. Like Saint Paul, no matter what the circumstances are, still he remained steadfast to Jesus. Still he "pursued" the life of holiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still i reach out my hand to Jesus, no matter how fearful i am, no matter how i feel that i'm pulled down further into the the fearful darkness of the paranormal because i believe i will touch the Hand of Jesus and i will allow Jesus to Pull me away from my fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had learnt to thank God more by even updating a ministry website that hasn't been updated for a long time which I keep thinking that no events = no updates. However i remembered that i used to type out Gospel passages to "fill in" when i cannot update any event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a beautiful reflection today about suffering. That i will learn how to carry my cross in silent appreciation and not reject it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'd also realised last night when i came home reflecting that even the smallest sin can seperate us from God, leaving us totally vunerable to anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all it took was one night of paranormal encounter which i will not describe but to get out of this fear as soon as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-1609115274812099778?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/1609115274812099778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/1609115274812099778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2009/07/lessons-learnt.html' title='lessons learnt'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-7785753240951827804</id><published>2009-07-01T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T01:47:43.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thud</title><content type='html'>so what am i supposed to do now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kak's "indifference"..that i thought "is that possible" as she told me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i finally understood that part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm glad that i'm taught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos things have changed since a time back..i'm no longer so crazy on anime like i used to, thanks to Muru&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-7785753240951827804?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/7785753240951827804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/7785753240951827804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2009/06/thud.html' title='thud'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-8454289983348471186</id><published>2009-06-29T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T10:07:32.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's really hard when i wanna reach for the unseen when i suddenly realised i'm earth-bound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ask myself why in the world do i want to continue some things that are so ungrounded?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to follow both St P &amp;amp; P, but if they want me to go, i will leave some situations behind 0 just leave them, get them settled some day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess they may turn around n say to me, "Too much baggage"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-8454289983348471186?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/8454289983348471186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/8454289983348471186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-really-hard-when-i-wanna-reach-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-5984371756139445125</id><published>2009-06-25T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T11:03:01.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da...</title><content type='html'>without You, i am ABSOUTELY nothing (i'm so glad there's an absolute truth, thanks to Paps who nailed it straight into my wood XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for allowing me to stay in the Room n know so much about myself. All i ask is the willingness to change even at the circumstances i'm facing now - it really seems impossible but it's because i forget that You are Always the "à l'encontre" = I M POSSIBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be more aware of You to re-divert my attention to what i'm supposed to do when i'm off-course&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-5984371756139445125?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/5984371756139445125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/5984371756139445125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2009/06/da_24.html' title='Da...'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-5261128954612161088</id><published>2009-06-23T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T09:04:35.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BENNIEEEEE!!!</title><content type='html'>will pray for ur trip X3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-5261128954612161088?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/5261128954612161088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/5261128954612161088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2009/06/bennieeeee.html' title='BENNIEEEEE!!!'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-3115954316505052730</id><published>2009-06-19T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T01:43:51.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>responsibilities</title><content type='html'>are high although i've left a ministry. i'm guilty of neglecting that for two whole weeks!!! took me a looooong time to pick myself up n say - "Oi, no matter what, it's still a re-sp'sen-si-bi-li-ty"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sensibilty..responsiblity..they somehow rhyme n go hand-in-hand with each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm glad i'm painfull aware of my negligence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not only that, i think i've neglected someone else too. She's been with me for so long. I hope she's ok. i will take responsibility for any wrongs n hurts that i've caused. Well, hoping for an outing with her! yaay! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-3115954316505052730?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/3115954316505052730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/3115954316505052730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2009/06/responsibilities.html' title='responsibilities'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-7322031672512694302</id><published>2009-06-17T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T23:56:56.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da..</title><content type='html'>thank You for yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps You Knew i would be planning to spend some quiet time in the Room today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been waiting so long for this day - the worst hurt ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but things are going to change, n they have begun to change. It's just that i need to be more aware - n when i am, i change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank You that i'm on my own - is it Your Planning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of things have happened...but, still, in the end...i'm back..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-7322031672512694302?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/7322031672512694302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/7322031672512694302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2009/06/da_17.html' title='Da..'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-3207501264081953497</id><published>2009-06-14T21:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T21:40:48.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how can i forget?!</title><content type='html'>Feast of Saint Anthony of Padua!!!!!! Totally forgot :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness i remembered..*phew*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-3207501264081953497?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/3207501264081953497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/3207501264081953497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-can-i-forget.html' title='how can i forget?!'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-623167273277778757</id><published>2009-06-12T09:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T09:09:09.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da</title><content type='html'>Thank you...please teach me to work on what's needed to be done since the answer's very clear now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-623167273277778757?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/623167273277778757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/623167273277778757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2009/06/da.html' title='Da'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-7353019481394877799</id><published>2009-05-21T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T12:30:46.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why?</title><content type='html'>why always "no"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't i be a kid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't i be selfish like everyone else is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why must i grow up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a fish thrashing about when it's caught up in the net. Once swimming in its own waters, having its own way of dealing thing suddenly exposed - painfully, unable to breathe in its own waters again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the Fisherman who Caught me Knows Better. He Knows that I'll grow better out of my cluster of thorns as I thrash about, learning to deal in new waters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a matter of me accepting - and trusting - that fact&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-7353019481394877799?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/7353019481394877799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/7353019481394877799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2009/05/why.html' title='why?'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-953005101908822984</id><published>2009-05-03T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:48:03.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da</title><content type='html'>made all the effort to go early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent some time in silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got one whole day of fabulous time-arrangement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really need to lift much of my fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i did was to do my best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for them, Da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-953005101908822984?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/953005101908822984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/953005101908822984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2009/05/da.html' title='Da'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-2869250519185568691</id><published>2009-04-16T08:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T08:54:44.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired burn out</title><content type='html'>thank me? i'm dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has come to a point that I'M TIRED and i'm looking forward to leave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-2869250519185568691?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/2869250519185568691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/2869250519185568691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2009/04/tired-burn-out.html' title='tired burn out'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-3520943145666241489</id><published>2009-04-06T10:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T10:55:23.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loads off back</title><content type='html'>it's hard to say no. it's hard to see everyone pushing all responsibilites, expecting us to refill the position&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to step down, let those who have been relying too much on us to run their own show now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's even more frustration that they still find excuses to get me involved when ALL  that i've done has been clearly explained and re-explained for the umpteenth time, adding "I'M OUT" as an ending to my sentence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i still grumble that i still have an extra duty as an ordinary member but that's okay cos' i kinda figured that's not too much of a hassle anyway as i'm not going to be so involved like i used to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was "whining" to my 2nd Spiritual Director why do i have to tell - step-by-step - the ex-leader how to do handover?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2nd Spiritual Director smiled brightly at me and said,"You did well." and i duno wat else he teased me with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;standing away from him at an arm's length respectfully, i reached out and grabbed a small portion onto his long robe-sleeve and hanged my head and *whined* XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but his "You did well." was the turning focal point in my life there - a recognition of all that i've sacrificed for the day: my studies, my other ministry duties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that day was a day of surprises...i got to meet Vik, Brother Lionel (sigh, his email..grr), got teased by Fr. JW (nya as usual XD!!!!), ate great cakes and drank superb coffee, talked to Brother Derrick about anime n manga..he got to learn about yuri, yaoi and shounen-ai and BL and kansai-ben and we saw how they played with their dogs!!! We also got to see the bakery and sampled a few buns!!!!!! i got to see another friend of mine - so long din see her - KYAAA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, the other ministry...my resignation's approved but as to when's my last day i still need to ask our leader if my help's still needed - but i'd rather stick to the original date like i've initiated&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-3520943145666241489?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/3520943145666241489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/3520943145666241489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2009/04/loads-off-back.html' title='loads off back'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-4363973258836856193</id><published>2009-04-02T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T13:18:35.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision</title><content type='html'>i've made up my mind: minus one ministry, minus one core, no matter what..bcos in the end it is not exactly part of the community, i'm just...an extra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's better that way cos i don't want to be involved in their petty exchanges and lack of enthusiasim..i've poured too many concerns on them - it's time i poured concerns into myself and concentrate on what i really wanna do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pass my exams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-4363973258836856193?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/4363973258836856193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/4363973258836856193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2009/04/decision.html' title='Decision'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-2059784403564968330</id><published>2009-03-28T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T11:46:17.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh</title><content type='html'>no wonder i got no replies from my spiritual directors...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you're adult, mature enough to make your own decisions." was Shimp'-sama's reply (Ivan sent to heaven - die laughing!!!! meow miss uuuuuu :3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, for every human, to take every consequence as it comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really duno how to handle, i duno wat decision to make&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-2059784403564968330?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/2059784403564968330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/2059784403564968330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2009/03/sigh.html' title='sigh'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-1350624785272078966</id><published>2009-03-24T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T22:27:11.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to quit or not to quit</title><content type='html'>that is the question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired i just want to indulge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my studies are taking a toll on me n i need all the time, i hate ministries now cos they've become a hinderance to me now - time's wasted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to indulge in wat i want to do without any obligations - anime, Japanese, manga drawing..that's what i want..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but one ministry keeps holding me back n i get the feeling that i should stay on there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaargh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-1350624785272078966?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/1350624785272078966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/1350624785272078966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-quit-or-not-to-quit.html' title='to quit or not to quit'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-313085185614694179</id><published>2009-02-25T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T02:37:32.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>turn</title><content type='html'>it was a gloomy weather and the air was so dense that my sensitive lungs and depressed state that slowed me down, couldn't breathe properly due to the high atmospheric pressure, got me more depressed and more stressed that i hadn't been typing everything out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i had been keeping my friend company smsing, trying my best to cheer him up and preoccupying him while he's stuck in camp - told myself i have the whole day to myself, i can sacrifice this time n continue typing in the wee hours of the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking very hard at how not to type everything out, how to add extra notes in without first printing the whole sh*t (sorry) out and having to reprint again, thinking if i should get a handphone that works like a Palm to ease the problem but then freaked out at money problems, that i'm alone, i've no one to really talk to and White Day is coming soon n i dun have a boyfriend - why the - i can't stay at home n think? why must i go for meeting cos it's obligatory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, because it's OBLIGATORY that i must go and bocs there's Spiritual input - solace for my soul and being together in the group to be commited in the group. What do i gain from it i won't know - but surely there's some reward for my hardwork and dedication to what i've been typing since last Thursday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did my best to smile, to participate and control my emotions but really i'm haywired with all the problems. There are some humourous reactions from people when i try to smile as i said some things and i breathed an inner sigh of relief that i'm not desocialising but mentally still in the group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halfway thru' a thought came to me: the reason i'm too stressed up is because i'm not enjoying what i'm doing like i should! if i enjoy i will lighten up and genuinely smile from the depths of my heart and shine and every1 would shine to every1 in response! Thinking of Yu Gi O and how he enjoys his card battles although he's battling very high-levelled opponents - i felt ashamed cos i used to learn and live out the anime's morals which are all good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i used my untreated disassociation as an excuse to desocialise from someone who - did things to me which i'm still traumatised about - and my mom cos i dun understand what was going on with her n i need all the time to think my problems n listen to the edited mp3s i did - yet i tried my very best not to vent my frustrations on my mum - i did my very best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n to talk nicely - which was the hardest thing to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was back to typing - couldn't escape from it, got to finish it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a cup of coffee to keep me awake, more i know to last me to 3am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mugs of water and another dose of Chinese-medicine-rashes-pills with all the problems in my head - i didn't how i got the "i dun have boyfriend" completely out of my head - all i did was i told myself to focus entirely on typing the whole thing out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then solutions started pouring in, one after another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the best thing is i didn't blame myself (i would do that very badly, cursing myself for being such a slow developer while friends ten years my junior are so much quicker and cleverer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, i decided to dedicate fighting my sleep to do this final entry of the day - uh, morning - XD to God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos without Him, i wouldn't be what i am now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-313085185614694179?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/313085185614694179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/313085185614694179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2009/02/turn.html' title='turn'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-1402255902206838233</id><published>2009-02-09T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T01:12:26.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm not sure..</title><content type='html'>but..i have the gift of giving? well it seems that way..thing is: things i bought i dun normally keep to myself - in my opinion of what can be shared and not be shared [eg some females would show their lingerie purchase-bag(s!) and most may not] and would show to my friends to share the joy and let them have a try or i would use (at the moment it's still minus lingerie) what i have for the benefit of others, eg i have a printer, i print a document for my friends who doesn't have a printer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not out of obligation - it's natural for me to share what can be shared and do what i can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's a matter of balancing my concern for others and for myself that i have a problem with cos i find myself in extremes: too much for others neglecting myself which i'm not aware of and shutting out for a period of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no matter what, i had a good day today, there were things that were cleared and my heart feels so much lighter :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-1402255902206838233?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/1402255902206838233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/1402255902206838233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-not-sure.html' title='i&apos;m not sure..'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-4459414854235523042</id><published>2009-01-24T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T01:51:34.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>Benny called, asked me if i'm going. i said no cos i'm still coughing. And he's off home for two weeks. Nice of him to call. But i was peeved - cos i was ready to quit - why borther me? And i'm outside with two of my good pals yakking n listening to nothing but what i love most - anime-related stuffs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told my mom. She pushed me even further - she wanted me to go. It's true. If i can go out in the day even when i'm sick, why can't i continue to go at night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's there for me? i thought. Off i went. Couldn't find a cab. As time passed, i'd realised i was calm in a more focused n quiet disposition. i managed to have a few-lines-conversation with the taxi driver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not long after i was back on my feet: doing what i do last year: so-called conducting. This time there are people watched my hand as they sing, nice. i'm coughing - i didn't sound like i had one. All i can say is: Divine Intervention?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more i sang, the more i enjoyed, the more i like. And i was glad i came. Cos i learn valuable lessons about life. Absence renewed my being for being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i even got to talk to the guest speaker and even asked him about his music influences and i managed to tell him mine! He said, "Good choice" something like that. Wow. To hear that from a pro - blown away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i got a book with a title that shook the very life out of me - how in the world Gor knows i need that?! It's like he's called to give that book to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even more, i said yes to singing for an event! Jazz genre!!! wow!!! so looking forward to it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glad to say - tadaitma - i'm home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'll not quit unless circumstances force me to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'll not thinking about quitting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many times i try to leave yet i'm being called back again and again - something tells me i'm stuck with these two ministries for a long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet i'm aware of my own weakness which i'm so not willing to give up, it has to stop one day, but..i just want a bit of what i want..yet holding on cos that's what i need&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-4459414854235523042?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/4459414854235523042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/4459414854235523042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2009/01/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-7025578565229165241</id><published>2009-01-04T11:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T11:18:59.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when i was walking</title><content type='html'>just be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be it then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these words etched in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i complained to God how alone i was as i was walking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those words spoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i could stand with these words that day but i realised i can't, cos i'd realised how much i'm lacking in their midst - i finally understood why i shouldn't be there that day - but since they were busy among themselves and/or they dun mind so i guess i shouldn't push myself too hard either. i'll try to remind myself to ask if i'm not sure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-7025578565229165241?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/7025578565229165241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/7025578565229165241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-i-was-walking.html' title='when i was walking'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-4608247701471234755</id><published>2008-12-07T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T11:25:32.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slap me</title><content type='html'>i read Pap's blog - and i thought i felt my heart TUD to the bottom. The lady who was killed in the Mumbai terrorism-hostage was someone from our faith: someone of a someone of a someone whom Paps knew although not personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't hit me full force when i read another link which reflected on the sudden news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i don't know the victim, it felt as if i'm close to her, especially when i realised how &lt;em&gt;close&lt;/em&gt; she is - in Faith. That made me realise how serious how universal how close how united how &lt;em&gt;warm&lt;/em&gt; Roman Catholics here are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God will always Aid us, even when we are astray, as long as we keep our hearts open and be repentant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-4608247701471234755?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/4608247701471234755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/4608247701471234755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2008/12/slap-me.html' title='slap me'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-5029798319578277133</id><published>2008-12-07T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T11:09:39.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>panic</title><content type='html'>i feel so bad for my mom. She tried so hard in buying Taize CDs for me as i was complaining i do not have the CDs to listen for Taize. The first one she bought didn't have the songs i want. The second one she bought i thought there's a problem with the recording. I was wondering if i could tweak the 'sound' buttons of the CD player. Thank God it sounded so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I dun understand why when i got the songs i want ended up in solo improvisions n not the original score...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no time to figure this Friday's Taize songs..panic..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-5029798319578277133?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/5029798319578277133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/5029798319578277133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2008/12/panic.html' title='panic'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-5201328246734496464</id><published>2008-11-26T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T18:48:03.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another mech story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fanficrealm.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-mech-story-chap-1.html"&gt;please click here to read, comments please if any :3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-5201328246734496464?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/5201328246734496464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/5201328246734496464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-mech-story.html' title='another mech story'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-4493682510466828063</id><published>2008-11-21T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T23:07:28.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a typical conversation</title><content type='html'>"It's a hassle to push my specs up all the time. I wanna change to contact lens."&lt;br /&gt;"How much is it?"&lt;br /&gt;"$500"&lt;br /&gt;"Just one small action only..(push up specs)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's right but i told her of my oily skin problem...so i guess...not that i want to, it has come to a point when i cannot avoid the fact that i have an oily skin problem which my specs - no matter how tight they are - they keep sliding down and now i'm pushing up my new specs more than ever. Let my eyes get used to my new specs first. When i get a job, all works well, den my lenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for sure ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-4493682510466828063?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/4493682510466828063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/4493682510466828063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2008/11/typical-conversation.html' title='a typical conversation'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-7138424901448828681</id><published>2008-11-15T01:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:52:24.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cantor...?</title><content type='html'>just play around with the notes of the verse as i was told ;) i thought i stood tall there..but there's a huge responsibility being singled out..being singled out is not what i like, let alone the responsibility!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what hav i been up to lately..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being cut off got me running on things to do. Fragments of memories here and there but i'd like to think of it as good. My world revovles around my life now. Everytime the same thought pops up i just tell myself i'm chasing my childhood dream, not for anybody else. It does sound selfish but i wasn't aware that i had been linking from one thing to another too much. It took someone to tell me to stop linking n relating that got me to drop links, should we say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet i still wonder where do i stand now, i'm trying to come to terms in accepting wat i cannot comprehend nor interpret in my own way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's true - where's my self-worth now? up til now i haven't thought much about it cos i wasn't aware. As much i would like to lean emotionally but i can't - i'm force to rip myself - like a velcro - away from this search for emotional depend-on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i'll find it - my self-worth. And stand up to all n say, "Hey, i did for myself."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-7138424901448828681?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/7138424901448828681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/7138424901448828681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2008/11/cantor.html' title='Cantor...?'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-6654035286072069192</id><published>2008-10-05T09:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T09:47:39.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i must never forget</title><content type='html'>that i must thank God who is the Source of everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after so long a time of carrying the hurts and pains and thinking about yesterday which was so wonderful i finally teared a little, while listening to a Gregorian Chant which seems to sum and wrap up the affirmation that i had been seeking: that i deserve to be on this earth - i'm not looking up, i'm looking inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not me that's beautiful, it's what's Beautiful that's beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and someday i hope i'm able to see the Beauty within myself - and like my friends - shine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-6654035286072069192?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/6654035286072069192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/6654035286072069192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-must-never-forget.html' title='i must never forget'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627192772820914396.post-6561168130960256970</id><published>2008-09-22T14:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T15:38:20.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am thankful for</title><content type='html'>everything was beyond my control yesterday: lack of sleep, bad mood, time of bus and mrt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even going to Mass also got problem - bus late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as i was walking to Church i thought about myself, how lousy i feel and that has got to stop. However how do I think positively?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again i looked at how the green and brown of the trees blend together with the sky. i thought: if green and brown can blend so well in the blue of the sky, why can't i - also of God's creation - blend in too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aren't i blending in too?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the years of negative thinking vanished - all these years of secretly wishing that i can be in the crowd like everyone else is has been answered - i am one in the crowd! like Denise when i told her of my previous problem - when my ex-supervisor had this bad habit of bringing people down with his negative-by-nature remarks in every sentence he spoke - somewhere along the line of "you have every right to be"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*nod* i have the right to be in the crowd and among my companions :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5627192772820914396-6561168130960256970?l=jensjenassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/6561168130960256970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5627192772820914396/posts/default/6561168130960256970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jensjenassen.blogspot.com/2008/09/testing.html' title='i am thankful for'/><author><name>Young Minstrel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136892618999170042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OYnrOF2QPYc/SDurcxPXeEI/AAAAAAAAALc/uzVYYQkGNKg/S220/sos.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
