<?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-6122866535093188421</id><updated>2012-01-29T16:22:48.324+11:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='death of shota shimada japanese party hello kitty random jillian lum'/><category term='therese'/><category term='luke tran'/><category term='movies'/><category term='best before'/><category term='accounting sydney university jillian lum'/><category term='sydney university'/><category term='jillian jum'/><category term='death of shota shimada'/><category term='cheesecake'/><category term='mandonese'/><category term='revolve clothing'/><category term='state transit'/><category term='alice in wonderland fondant teppenyaki therese lum baking corner'/><category term='rainbow'/><category term='easter'/><category term='accounting sydney university microeconomics boring jillian lum'/><category term='ulcer gossip girl jillian lum'/><category term='panda'/><category term='big boi'/><category term='matcha powder'/><category term='caffeine'/><category term='milo'/><category term='merewether'/><category term='world cup'/><category term='http://www.blogger.com/img/gl.align.center.gif'/><category term='airplanes'/><category term='strange phenonmenon'/><category term='concert'/><category term='neyo'/><category term='stephanie ly'/><category term='australia vs ghana'/><category term='piano'/><category term='circle lenses'/><category term='horse racing'/><category term='moving forward backward julia gillard'/><category term='tpain'/><category term='white chocolate'/><category term='winterbeatz'/><category term='sydney'/><category term='scones'/><category term='fatman scoop'/><category term='boredom'/><category term='anthony tran'/><category term='youth group'/><category term='master chef macaron adriano zumbo'/><category term='Shinara grill and lounge'/><category term='random'/><category term='sachi'/><category term='cupcakes'/><category term='kimi ni todoke'/><category term='osaka'/><category term='toy story 3 buzz light year woody june 24 jillian lum movie'/><category term='photoshop cs5'/><category term='toy story 3'/><category term='melbourne cup'/><category term='goat'/><category term='jillian lum'/><category term='rnb'/><category term='uni'/><category term='expired food'/><category term='jocelyn hing'/><category term='rta'/><category term='cleaning room'/><category term='tik tok parody'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='100 day challenge'/><category term='vicky chen'/><category term='ne yo'/><category term='chinglish'/><category term='usher'/><category term='languages'/><category term='taiyaki'/><category term='interviews'/><category term='green tea'/><category term='kiwiberry1'/><category term='lulu&apos;s cafe'/><category term='fail'/><category term='miu miu puff dress red black white procrastination jillian lum jillianjum'/><category term='albino'/><category term='university'/><title type='text'>IF YOU'RE NOT THE ONE.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>593</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-94814272365511961</id><published>2012-01-29T16:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T16:22:48.386+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>If This City Never Sleeps.</title><content type='html'>I've been looking at new ways to decorate my room! The only thing I can remember from watching The Renovators and Top Design is that you should try and maximize light in the room by using light colours and mirrors if you have a small room. That's the case for me!&amp;nbsp;I've been looking at a few interior design journals and magazines lately to get some inspiration but it is deeming to be a very hard task.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways! all this house business has got me thinking - What would be my dream home?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would I be satisfied living in a nice little cosy cottage with a big backyard? or would I be the type to live in a high rise apartment on top of a shopping centre?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the moment I think I'm more inclined to say my dream home is a modern two storey home close to the city. By modern, I want to be able to do all the interior design myself! (or with the help of my sister who has more expertise in that area).&amp;nbsp;Perhaps I'll indulge by having a walk in shoe room!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyjelaK8hg1ro9zc9o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyjelaK8hg1ro9zc9o1_500.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went exploring in Katoomba and discovered a little vintage shop called Mr Pickwicks! It's a book store that sells antiques and vintage clothing as well!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://distilleryimage11.instagram.com/c694b61e495811e19e4a12313813ffc0_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://distilleryimage11.instagram.com/c694b61e495811e19e4a12313813ffc0_7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://distilleryimage9.instagram.com/c3c70ec8495811e180c9123138016265_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://distilleryimage9.instagram.com/c3c70ec8495811e180c9123138016265_7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://distilleryimage3.instagram.com/c16dc374495811e1abb01231381b65e3_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://distilleryimage3.instagram.com/c16dc374495811e1abb01231381b65e3_7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It was pretty cool! It had that musty vintage smell to accompany it as well. I forgot to take a picture of the massive penguin books wall :( It was pretty much orange from the spines of the penguin books!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://distilleryimage9.instagram.com/662626f84a3611e1abb01231381b65e3_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://distilleryimage9.instagram.com/662626f84a3611e1abb01231381b65e3_7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Today I had organic lemon lime bitters all the way from New Zealand. Yeah... I wasn't a big fan, it tasted too much like beer and was too sour! I think I prefer my normal Bunderburg Lemon Lime Bitters! or better yet, the cheap Yardhouse version!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Tomorrow I'll be starting work at a new place and will be doing some introductory training at Holiday Inn! I'm quite excited but at the same time I feel like my holiday has come to an end. It's time to pick up my game and get back to regular sleeping patterns.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-94814272365511961?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/94814272365511961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=94814272365511961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/94814272365511961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/94814272365511961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2012/01/if-this-city-never-sleeps.html' title='If This City Never Sleeps.'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-3550800097815157031</id><published>2012-01-19T11:09:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T11:09:43.293+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Two things</title><content type='html'>I'm not going to lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't cook and I can't drive. I lack common sense in those areas for some reason. Why is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I made tomato and egg fried rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It tasted crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-3550800097815157031?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/3550800097815157031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=3550800097815157031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/3550800097815157031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/3550800097815157031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2012/01/two-things.html' title='Two things'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-7298840542015920739</id><published>2012-01-18T21:12:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T11:09:58.733+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FbANsf-054M/Txaa-Ydi7mI/AAAAAAAAEKs/k4UWElHZ79U/s1600/User.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FbANsf-054M/Txaa-Ydi7mI/AAAAAAAAEKs/k4UWElHZ79U/s400/User.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a GIF so you have to press it :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-7298840542015920739?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/7298840542015920739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=7298840542015920739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/7298840542015920739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/7298840542015920739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FbANsf-054M/Txaa-Ydi7mI/AAAAAAAAEKs/k4UWElHZ79U/s72-c/User.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-4805174291792201027</id><published>2012-01-17T20:23:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T20:23:36.998+11:00</updated><title type='text'>PTS?</title><content type='html'>Do you ever feel like there are feelings you want to convey but you can't find the right way to say it, express it or you can't find the right time? Times like these I wish life was a musical and I could sing out my feelings - like in glee. and be lame. and uncool. and wear grandma clothes like Rachel Berry and have a massive mouth and an annoying face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miranda Bailey (Grey's Anatomy) -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;"&gt;"um, I’m, busy, holding myself together with tape and glue, and a piece of me wishes that you hadn’t&amp;nbsp;played golf then you’d be all taped and glued too and maybe you’d be where I am. You’re too much for me right now because I’m busy with the tape and the glue"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if words fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demi Lovato Fix A Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="false" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="file=http://dc248.4shared.com/img/1081967787/1582c425/dlink__2Fdownload_2FqJKOeucX_3Ftsid_3D00000000-000000-00000000/preview.mp3&amp;amp;volume=50&amp;amp;" height="20" id="ply" name="ply" quality="high" src="http://www.4shared.com/flash/player.swf?ver=9051" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="200" wmode="opaque"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powered by &lt;a href="http://mp3skull.com/"&gt;mp3skull.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://mp3skull.com/embedcl.php" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-4805174291792201027?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/4805174291792201027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=4805174291792201027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/4805174291792201027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/4805174291792201027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2012/01/pts.html' title='PTS?'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-8061801901304408682</id><published>2012-01-14T15:46:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T15:46:34.069+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Honey is that true?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ctKKuYzkqqI/TxEEyxg1niI/AAAAAAAAEKM/_O_8A1MNFvI/s640/DSC_0097black.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wAwILJq1HMQ/TxEFDEjMMsI/AAAAAAAAEKU/QSXKPyb1PAE/s1600/DSC_0164blacl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wAwILJq1HMQ/TxEFDEjMMsI/AAAAAAAAEKU/QSXKPyb1PAE/s400/DSC_0164blacl.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-49nsxZhLxqA/TxEFVMyQ1mI/AAAAAAAAEKc/dgNXUdZOsNM/s1600/DSC_0166black.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-49nsxZhLxqA/TxEFVMyQ1mI/AAAAAAAAEKc/dgNXUdZOsNM/s400/DSC_0166black.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;Black and white photos for dramatic effect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Had a very eventful but relaxed time at Wattamolla Beach again! Had two dare devil friends who cliff dived of a 7m cliff (around 7m). Seriously got balls. I was too scared! But I will do it next time, hopefully when my finger heals!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We all have pretty much the same sunnies haha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I need to learn how to use my DSLR properly as well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-8061801901304408682?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/8061801901304408682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=8061801901304408682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/8061801901304408682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/8061801901304408682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2012/01/honey-is-that-true.html' title='Honey is that true?'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4RlsRuw3PVA/TxEDeJcsGDI/AAAAAAAAEJc/Z7FgII_1jrE/s72-c/DSC_0018black.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-6857965500979397471</id><published>2012-01-11T11:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T11:45:20.685+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>The Extraordinary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://distilleryimage4.instagram.com/d5f73d4a3beb11e1abb01231381b65e3_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://distilleryimage4.instagram.com/d5f73d4a3beb11e1abb01231381b65e3_7.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These three things have been sustaining me for the past week! I've been eating a monstrous amount of malteasers, been taking a lot of photos and been keeping myself busy by writing in my journal. That might explain why I haven't really been blogging that much. I kind of feel sluggish and lazy these days - perhaps it's the weather or perhaps its just my way of relaxing before a wave of ... I don't know, work commitments start swallowing me up. Oh and I forgot, I'm pretty much attached to my iPhone, but of course since I was using it to take a photo it doesn't get featured!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Me, Annie, Helen and Vicky ventured up to Surry Hills for some Holy Cow! I must say, Naan bread is a lot better than rice and I think I prefer the butter naan over the garlic naan. The garlic naan left us all eager for mints, although Vicky was scared to eat a second mint because of the laxative effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst we were walking back to the bus stop (where we waited 25 minutes for a bus for a bus ride which took less a minute), I spotted the beautiful sun set!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://distilleryimage4.instagram.com/fc9c3b223bea11e1abb01231381b65e3_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://distilleryimage4.instagram.com/fc9c3b223bea11e1abb01231381b65e3_7.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point in time I'm seriously craving some Noggi and I'm addicted to Kimbra's new album!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I also spent like 3 hours at Norita losing really quickly in poker and playing jenga. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I somewhat feel like I'm not completely wasting this holiday away being bored or doing nothing like last holiday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-6857965500979397471?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/6857965500979397471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=6857965500979397471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/6857965500979397471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/6857965500979397471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2012/01/extraordinary.html' title='The Extraordinary'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-1203485598070539032</id><published>2012-01-09T00:23:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T12:24:33.377+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I still care.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nnReaaJwloI?rel=0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce you are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/u-yLGIH7W9Y?rel=0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do pretty much all of these ah!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-1203485598070539032?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/1203485598070539032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=1203485598070539032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/1203485598070539032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/1203485598070539032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-still-care.html' title='I still care.'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nnReaaJwloI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-7517747027851416476</id><published>2012-01-08T18:58:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T18:58:09.581+11:00</updated><title type='text'>May you rest in peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://distilleryimage8.instagram.com/3a92c61639c611e180c9123138016265_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://distilleryimage8.instagram.com/3a92c61639c611e180c9123138016265_7.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting amid a thunder storm, underneath the shelter of my room. The window is wide open and the curtains are drawn so that I can see the ominous clouds painting the once blue sky, grey. As I stare out the window I can see the rain pelting down, like thin stripes in a hazy blur of green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and I think to myself :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"death seems so surreal"&lt;/blockquote&gt;When you first hear of it, your body can't quite react to it fast enough. It's like the words have not had sufficient time to sink in yet. They haven't seeped into the cracks of the walls you put up to block out pain. Not quite yet. Eventually it will get there and that's when the emotions start rushing in, reflecting the pain. Just like this storm, with the rain slowly bouncing off the window sill and lightly spraying me and my computer screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://distilleryimage7.instagram.com/f3a92dc639ca11e19e4a12313813ffc0_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://distilleryimage7.instagram.com/f3a92dc639ca11e19e4a12313813ffc0_7.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You feel a little numb, perhaps a little lost and confused. But the main message is that you can't believe it has happened. Just like that. The idea that you'll never get a chance to hug that person, talk to that person or see that person is frightening. Daunting. It's sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... but the sadness is a selfish kind of sadness. It's the kind of sadness where you want that person to stay breathing just so you can be near them, spend more time with them, erase any regrets in your mind. It doesn't take into account the pain and suffering of the other person. Perhaps it's a good thing that they have passed on to a different place now, because at least they are relieved of their pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you're sad, you're happy that they are no longer suffering from any sort of pain ; whether it be physical or emotional. I am reassured that the person is safely in the hands of God, enjoying banquets with the King in his holy kingdom: Heaven. I feel reassured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people use the word "hope" recklessly. They "hope" for good luck or they "hope" that that guy/girl they like will hurry up and tell them. But seriously, what good is hope if you can already see it? Why would you hope for something that you can physically touch and see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to have hope you need to have faith that the event will occur. What good is hope without faith? it's just an empty statement. I can only hope for a better future because I have faith that there will be a better life after death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that this man has taught me is to never regret anything in life. We are handed with so many decisions that we must make daily and if we live life cautiously, not exploring and without hope - we're not really living at all. If we are always calculating and making observations - it leaves little room for revelations. His last words to me were to work hard and give your all for everything. I will definitely honour that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you rest in peace Uncle Nelson. I'm happy that I had one last dinner with you. I will see you in Heaven, where we will be dining in festivities and joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Jillian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-7517747027851416476?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/7517747027851416476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=7517747027851416476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/7517747027851416476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/7517747027851416476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2012/01/may-you-rest-in-peace.html' title='May you rest in peace'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-5460900955355006239</id><published>2012-01-04T00:57:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T00:57:12.480+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Wattamolla</title><content type='html'>Wattamolla means the place near running water in aboriginal! It is most definitely one of the more beautiful scenic areas of Sydney. Being the pasty city asian girl that I am, I would never have imagined that I would actually go hiking at the Royal National Park on a 27 degree day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally I try and avoid being in the sun because I know that I burn really really easily even when I apply a tonne of sun screen. I also dislike the idea of hiking but I thought that it was time to try something new and crawl out of the sheltered ditch that I've been hiding in. It was also nice to hang out with people that I haven't seen for a while and form closer bonds with those whom I didn't know that well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://distilleryimage9.instagram.com/b4c97e22360e11e1abb01231381b65e3_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://distilleryimage9.instagram.com/b4c97e22360e11e1abb01231381b65e3_7.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A shot of Gaire Beach from the top of the hike!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gYiTRyooAf0/TwMHbYGD6jI/AAAAAAAAEI0/OvaUxF8It9s/s1600/IMG_1513.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gYiTRyooAf0/TwMHbYGD6jI/AAAAAAAAEI0/OvaUxF8It9s/s640/IMG_1513.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rhF7hyNAsw0/TwMHff9PwnI/AAAAAAAAEI8/YKUanQN9rtM/s1600/IMG_1514.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rhF7hyNAsw0/TwMHff9PwnI/AAAAAAAAEI8/YKUanQN9rtM/s640/IMG_1514.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hair going crazy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i_V72w0jEEE/TwMHnLIhVVI/AAAAAAAAEJU/XHk_3k3yz3A/s1600/IMG_1532.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i_V72w0jEEE/TwMHnLIhVVI/AAAAAAAAEJU/XHk_3k3yz3A/s640/IMG_1532.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wattamolla&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qb4RG-o3w9Y/TwMHksMpIgI/AAAAAAAAEJM/26XMfWdeqfY/s1600/IMG_1531.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qb4RG-o3w9Y/TwMHksMpIgI/AAAAAAAAEJM/26XMfWdeqfY/s640/IMG_1531.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After visiting two beaches, I was exhausted from all the walking around, running around and getting owned by waves. We then went to Yummy at Bevo Hills and ate dinner :).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Fun times!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Now to go nurse my sunburns..&lt;br /&gt;I got sunburnt behind my knees - what the heck?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-5460900955355006239?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/5460900955355006239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=5460900955355006239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/5460900955355006239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/5460900955355006239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2012/01/wattamolla.html' title='Wattamolla'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gYiTRyooAf0/TwMHbYGD6jI/AAAAAAAAEI0/OvaUxF8It9s/s72-c/IMG_1513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-4762935201626249574</id><published>2012-01-02T17:14:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T17:14:03.032+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Bestfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xvr0Nqh9-qY/TwFKqUQgXII/AAAAAAAAEIU/20S0_eH5EQE/s1600/IMG_1339.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xvr0Nqh9-qY/TwFKqUQgXII/AAAAAAAAEIU/20S0_eH5EQE/s640/IMG_1339.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my beautiful best friend Stephanie Ly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been with me through thick and thin and heard all about my stupid stories and troubles. I cannot thank you enough for being my best friend for the past 8 years. You're freaking awesome and I love the fact that even though we don't see each other for 2 month periods because you're a nerd and I'm a workaholic, we can still be close and talk about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks dude, you're the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 20th Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your best friend Jill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yes it has occurred to me that this would be extremely awkward if you didn't consider me your best friend LOL!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-4762935201626249574?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/4762935201626249574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=4762935201626249574' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/4762935201626249574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/4762935201626249574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2012/01/bestfriend.html' title='Bestfriend'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xvr0Nqh9-qY/TwFKqUQgXII/AAAAAAAAEIU/20S0_eH5EQE/s72-c/IMG_1339.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-7886751457293791312</id><published>2012-01-02T11:47:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T17:15:28.416+11:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>Wow! It's already 2012 and we haven't died yet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 2012 bring more joy than tears and more opportunities than regrets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year started off with a big bang and lets hope it continues that way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to set up those resolutions :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-7886751457293791312?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/7886751457293791312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=7886751457293791312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/7886751457293791312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/7886751457293791312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-6188652406810608050</id><published>2011-12-30T23:18:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T23:18:20.219+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OOjw7wZyZv0/Tv2qkwO5hLI/AAAAAAAAEII/7fcvdFZAQ7c/s1600/dream.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OOjw7wZyZv0/Tv2qkwO5hLI/AAAAAAAAEII/7fcvdFZAQ7c/s1600/dream.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme for this year's fireworks is - Time to Dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's a brilliant theme! so much to look forward to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-6188652406810608050?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/6188652406810608050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=6188652406810608050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/6188652406810608050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/6188652406810608050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/12/time-to-dream.html' title='Time to Dream'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OOjw7wZyZv0/Tv2qkwO5hLI/AAAAAAAAEII/7fcvdFZAQ7c/s72-c/dream.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-3558738251099646605</id><published>2011-12-30T01:46:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T01:46:00.305+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Counting down the days!</title><content type='html'>Two more days until the New Year!! I'm super super excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that many people don't really care about the significance of New Years, but for me it's a pretty big day! It's number 3 on my list of favourite days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My birthday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christmas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New Years!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is it so significant?&lt;br /&gt;It gives me to time reflect on the good and bad events of the year and look forward to the future! You can't hope for something you can see, because then why would you hope to have it when you already have it? I like New Years because it gives me a mental push in the right direction - starting over and maturing. I like it because I can spend quality time with the people I love, whether it be with friends or family, it's still a joyous celebration!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every year I get closer to what I want to become and what I want to be! There are so many things happening in my life, so many people playing different roles and so many more exciting moments to look forward to - just thinking about it is exhilarating!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you to everyone who has played a part in my growth and maturity this year ( you know who you are ). This year I've :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;learnt the true meaning of friendship&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;made a lot of new friends and lost contact with some (will make it my resolution to revive those old friendships!)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;gotten a more useful job&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;driven a car&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;done a lot of DIY stuff&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;gotten an iPhone (BEST DECISION OF THE YEAR)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;been amazed&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fractured and dislocated my finger (worst injury to date)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;not gotten sunburnt when chilling on the beach! (definitely a first)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;grown my hair out.. kinda&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watched an insane amount of TV&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;improved my uni marks&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;been interstate with friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;built many bridges and gotten over them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the list goes on..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you to all you wonderful people. I wish you all a SPECTACULAR NEW YEAR!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-3558738251099646605?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/3558738251099646605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=3558738251099646605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/3558738251099646605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/3558738251099646605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/12/counting-down-days.html' title='Counting down the days!'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-4908703392719434647</id><published>2011-12-28T20:29:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T20:29:44.831+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Xn676-fLq7I?rel=0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-4908703392719434647?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/4908703392719434647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=4908703392719434647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/4908703392719434647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/4908703392719434647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Xn676-fLq7I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-4167314683691556206</id><published>2011-12-25T13:51:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T19:13:24.124+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;MERRY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;EVERYONE!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://distilleryimage3.instagram.com/b59708ba2c9a11e1abb01231381b65e3_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://distilleryimage3.instagram.com/b59708ba2c9a11e1abb01231381b65e3_7.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cupcakes that the kids at CYA made :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://distilleryimage4.instagram.com/105064862c9111e180c9123138016265_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://distilleryimage4.instagram.com/105064862c9111e180c9123138016265_7.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A gift from my boss at Mine Jewellery&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food prepared by my sis :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://distilleryimage9.instagram.com/d1feb48c2eaf11e19896123138142014_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://distilleryimage9.instagram.com/d1feb48c2eaf11e19896123138142014_7.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://distilleryimage0.instagram.com/70f0c5942eb011e180c9123138016265_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://distilleryimage0.instagram.com/70f0c5942eb011e180c9123138016265_7.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://distilleryimage0.instagram.com/2a3e12b42eb011e19896123138142014_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://distilleryimage0.instagram.com/2a3e12b42eb011e19896123138142014_7.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://distilleryimage3.instagram.com/279b6e482ecf11e19e4a12313813ffc0_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://distilleryimage3.instagram.com/279b6e482ecf11e19e4a12313813ffc0_7.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aftermath... of Billy's plate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://distilleryimage11.instagram.com/978571642ece11e1a87612313804ec91_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://distilleryimage11.instagram.com/978571642ece11e1a87612313804ec91_7.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy holidays everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now moving on to why Christmas is so special for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's the day which celebrates the birth of the most important person in my life - Jesus!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;whenever I'm sad, or down, or think I can't continue on anymore, He's always there to pull me through.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's a time where I can spend quality time with my family, doing what we do best - eating&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's also a time for presents and joy! and happiness! (Nobody should be alone on Christmas and if you are my mum would gladly invite you over for linner *lunch/dinner*)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's my second favourite day - favourite being my birthday (I love myself too much).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's the time of the year where everybody is buzzing with excitement! the shopping centres open longer and there are heaps of people!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Small things such as saying Merry Christmas! bring smiles to people's faces!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you guys all had a very Merry Christmas! I sure had a nice feast and now it's a bit mellow but it's okay because it suits my food coma.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-4167314683691556206?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/4167314683691556206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=4167314683691556206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/4167314683691556206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/4167314683691556206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS!'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-5524688863262865193</id><published>2011-12-21T00:05:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T00:05:09.121+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Christmas Spirit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xJoP5mlsQd8/TvCHbvwrkqI/AAAAAAAAEH8/q04QJVZGz48/s1600/christmas+inspiration.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xJoP5mlsQd8/TvCHbvwrkqI/AAAAAAAAEH8/q04QJVZGz48/s1600/christmas+inspiration.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words can convey quite a bit but pictures can depict 1000 words! This is a collage sort of reflects what has been going on in my mind. I'm pretty excited about Christmas! and the foooood! Don't really care about presents anymore but hopefully I'll be getting a nice fat balance in my netbank from Typo sooooon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughter really is the best medicine. Second to that is smiling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-5524688863262865193?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/5524688863262865193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=5524688863262865193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/5524688863262865193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/5524688863262865193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-spirit.html' title='Christmas Spirit!'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xJoP5mlsQd8/TvCHbvwrkqI/AAAAAAAAEH8/q04QJVZGz48/s72-c/christmas+inspiration.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-7217015055446936445</id><published>2011-12-18T22:34:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T00:05:26.974+11:00</updated><title type='text'>You got this!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7h550kRl0TA/Tu3NU2Qpy8I/AAAAAAAAEH0/0zgnFOPxLzU/s1600/8b17fa4c296911e1a87612313804ec91_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7h550kRl0TA/Tu3NU2Qpy8I/AAAAAAAAEH0/0zgnFOPxLzU/s1600/8b17fa4c296911e1a87612313804ec91_7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-7217015055446936445?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/7217015055446936445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=7217015055446936445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/7217015055446936445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/7217015055446936445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-got-this.html' title='You got this!!'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7h550kRl0TA/Tu3NU2Qpy8I/AAAAAAAAEH0/0zgnFOPxLzU/s72-c/8b17fa4c296911e1a87612313804ec91_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-161768022515515170</id><published>2011-12-17T13:43:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T13:43:59.263+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Outpost at Cockatoo Island</title><content type='html'>Moving away from the dark aura that I have been emitting for the past few days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Outpost at Cockatoo Island on a family outing! It was better than I expected it to be! Although there were times where I was staring at pieces of artwork and graffiti and I was completely lost. It's too indie for me to understand!! Or too angsty for me to comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways! we stopped by the kids corner where there were a bunch of cardboard boxes that we could paint on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rta0ComOqSY/Tuv5zfqpczI/AAAAAAAAEG8/KhFqZKoweXg/s1600/IMG_1345.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rta0ComOqSY/Tuv5zfqpczI/AAAAAAAAEG8/KhFqZKoweXg/s200/IMG_1345.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2aY5iyqkk_Q/Tuv6ONE9uNI/AAAAAAAAEHU/hNpObCNnBlg/s1600/IMG_1348.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2aY5iyqkk_Q/Tuv6ONE9uNI/AAAAAAAAEHU/hNpObCNnBlg/s200/IMG_1348.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5QZ5sWtqgAw/Tuv6XUwnKpI/AAAAAAAAEHc/oQfaU4F5cZ4/s1600/IMG_1349.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5QZ5sWtqgAw/Tuv6XUwnKpI/AAAAAAAAEHc/oQfaU4F5cZ4/s200/IMG_1349.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Steph and Shota's humble abode&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4DL_BNScIcQ/Tuv6FC4SekI/AAAAAAAAEHM/WTVgA1ZQZdk/s1600/IMG_1347.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4DL_BNScIcQ/Tuv6FC4SekI/AAAAAAAAEHM/WTVgA1ZQZdk/s400/IMG_1347.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My Pikachu vs Adrian's really bad Vileplume and Staryu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;There are more pictures but they're on my sister's camera! Some of the artworks were really spectacular, I'm so jealous of their talent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really grateful for all the people in my life who have to deal with my complaining, sulking, occasional whining, swearing, raging and craziness. As Christmas season comes around, I really do need to think of the best way to thank them for putting up with me for a whole year. A friend of mine is a Christian but doesn't celebrate Christmas because it doesn't say we should celebrate Christ's birth in the Bible. Whether or not you are a Christian or not, I still think that Christmas should be celebrated because its time for people to relax, be merry and spend time with loved ones! For Christian's it's a reason to celebrate because of the birth of our savior. Ultimately, Christmas is a day filled with love, smiles and food! At least that's what it is for me!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-161768022515515170?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/161768022515515170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=161768022515515170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/161768022515515170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/161768022515515170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/12/outpost-at-cockatoo-island.html' title='Outpost at Cockatoo Island'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rta0ComOqSY/Tuv5zfqpczI/AAAAAAAAEG8/KhFqZKoweXg/s72-c/IMG_1345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-6232024686059296560</id><published>2011-12-14T11:08:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T12:58:46.868+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Holding things in</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="640" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MWoIO_hjvos?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that this blog is turning into a tumblr. I feel like I'm at a writer's block again (or a writer's block as usual). I don't really have much happening in my life and I think perhaps this blog is coming to an end very soon.&amp;nbsp;It started with a bang and perhaps after 4 years of divulging my thoughts in cryptic puzzles (not really) and random interesting stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super fail of the week so far :&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Luke, Annie and I set out to go play/watch our netball team play at 6:30 at Moore Park. We got there at 7:04pm and heard the whistle blow signalling that it was the end. Fail!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super fail of the day :&lt;br /&gt;I put frozen bread in the toaster without turning the toaster on and started complaining to my mum about how we need a new toaster coz the current one is broken. Then we turned the switch on and it still didn't work because we realised it wasn't plugged in. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/t-KMEIGC5lc?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-6232024686059296560?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/6232024686059296560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=6232024686059296560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/6232024686059296560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/6232024686059296560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/12/holding-things-in.html' title='Holding things in'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/MWoIO_hjvos/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-2252111125520964907</id><published>2011-12-12T23:13:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T23:13:29.432+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>The Beginning of the End.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U9Ow4KQzmjc/TuQnpUX2CQI/AAAAAAAAEGk/rCGUfGv3uEI/s1600/IMG_1363.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U9Ow4KQzmjc/TuQnpUX2CQI/AAAAAAAAEGk/rCGUfGv3uEI/s640/IMG_1363.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I watched the movie New Years Eve with Kath and Ian. It was a pretty average movie, similar to Valentines Day but much more convoluted and jagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What stuck the most was the speech that Hilary Swank gave halfway through the movie. The coming new year allows us to stop and reflect upon the events of the current year and create resolutions for the new year so we can try harder to achieve whatever we desire. The new year represents new beginnings, a fresh start and a time to wipe the slate clean and start again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-2252111125520964907?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/2252111125520964907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=2252111125520964907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/2252111125520964907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/2252111125520964907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/12/beginning-of-end.html' title='The Beginning of the End.'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U9Ow4KQzmjc/TuQnpUX2CQI/AAAAAAAAEGk/rCGUfGv3uEI/s72-c/IMG_1363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-3919928668575346069</id><published>2011-12-05T10:16:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T19:32:21.244+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>I had a dream I was king</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I woke up still KING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Feeling refreshed and ready to take on the world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-3919928668575346069?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/3919928668575346069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=3919928668575346069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/3919928668575346069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/3919928668575346069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-had-dream-i-was-king.html' title='I had a dream I was king'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SwymWOH-E-E/TtyA2BF-7EI/AAAAAAAAEGU/l2MjV2n1Vs0/s72-c/DSC_0210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-6690621077764097331</id><published>2011-11-25T09:17:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T09:22:48.998+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Breaking even?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6145/5920701679_ca661f1645_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6145/5920701679_ca661f1645_z.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking a break. Not that I was blogging that much before either, but because I need to reassess things. Also because I'm going to be gone for a week! No internet, hrm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be a change when I come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-6690621077764097331?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/6690621077764097331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=6690621077764097331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/6690621077764097331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/6690621077764097331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/11/breaking-even.html' title='Breaking even?'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-5494464401772325759</id><published>2011-11-24T22:08:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T11:00:12.563+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Regrets and mistakes are memories made</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;1. Do you have a best friend who knows you inside out?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes I do. I think I have 3 who know how I function, how I work, how to cheer me up, what I hate and what I love. Wouldn't trade the anything in the world for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.staticflickr.com/4111/4969499213_99a9f7c55a_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm5.staticflickr.com/4111/4969499213_99a9f7c55a_z.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Regrets&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure I have no regrets - unless you count that time I regret walking outside without an umbrella, or going to uni without my keys or falling off a bunk bed etc. Other than these small trivial things, I'ld like to think that most decisions I've made turned out fine. To this day I stick by that theory because quite frankly if something is meant to happen, it will happen no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any point in dwelling on the past? I don't think there is. The world isn't going to wait for you to slobber away in your corner until you feel good about yourself again, it's just going to continue rotating. When that happens, if you stay in that corner, what will become of you? Eventually you'll have to come to the realisation that things are what they are, not what they seem and definitely not what you want them to be.&amp;nbsp;When that sudden fall to reality hits you, your ability to pick yourself up and get on with it needs to be efficient, otherwise you are letting that event live rent free in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yourself above others? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend recently told me that I have to put myself and my own interests first before I can take care of others. I don't think that's something I can do unless I am brainwashed and 19 years of my mum's 'life lessons' are deleted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-5494464401772325759?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/5494464401772325759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=5494464401772325759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/5494464401772325759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/5494464401772325759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/11/regrets-and-mistakes-are-memories-made.html' title='Regrets and mistakes are memories made'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-2510055071151886716</id><published>2011-11-23T07:04:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T22:15:31.838+11:00</updated><title type='text'>nuclear bomb just dropped</title><content type='html'>I went to sleep at 12. I was still awake at 1am. Check back and I'm awake at 2am. My mind is boggled with anxieties and it's 3am. I tell myself to get over it and it's 4am. I hear rain and my sisters alarm, it's 6:45am. Now I'm tired yet wide awake at 7:03am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;edit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just hate it when you stress over something which you thought was huge but in the end it turns out to be nothing? What a waste of sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-2510055071151886716?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/2510055071151886716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=2510055071151886716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/2510055071151886716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/2510055071151886716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/11/nuclear-bomb-just-dropped.html' title='nuclear bomb just dropped'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-6159905288598250966</id><published>2011-11-20T11:54:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T12:02:00.169+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Moulin Rouge</title><content type='html'>I just re-watched Moulin Rouge, it's such a beautiful love story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"The best thing you'll learn is just to love, and be loved in return"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="480" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hvJpJl04cAI" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-6159905288598250966?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/6159905288598250966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=6159905288598250966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/6159905288598250966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/6159905288598250966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/11/moulin-rouge.html' title='Moulin Rouge'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/hvJpJl04cAI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-3833969494845493920</id><published>2011-11-19T21:26:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T22:40:41.719+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I should have done this, I should have done that.</title><content type='html'>I recently got to catch up with a whole bunch of people that I had stopped seeing for a random period. I'm not sure when it started, either when I started hibernating for exam period or perhaps when I was going through my antisocial-i-just-want-to-watch-greys-anatomy-and-cry phase. Those two phases kind of merged into one big phase where I just didn't see anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good catching up, I felt relieved that nothing bad had happened and I was genuinely interested in catching up with them, finding out about their lives and just hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me realise how much I miss some people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xxIr3dbOJxU" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-3833969494845493920?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/3833969494845493920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=3833969494845493920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/3833969494845493920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/3833969494845493920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-should-have-done-this-i-should-have.html' title='I should have done this, I should have done that.'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xxIr3dbOJxU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-7877672982542970371</id><published>2011-11-07T22:23:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T22:23:50.721+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><title type='text'>PDA and door slamming</title><content type='html'>*Disclaimer* This is just my opinion. If you don't like it then fair enough, if you agree with me then cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Public display of affection, widely known as PDA, has been annoying me like a fly buzzing around my head for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I sat in the law library computer labs because there were no tables free at the usual spot, or anywhere else in fact (people were sitting on the floor, next to the power points). I thought to myself, at least the computer lab has a table?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRONG! It was much much worse than I thought. I think sitting on the floor would have been a much better option because I was frequently disrupted by the sound of the door slamming when people walked in an out. In particular, there was a really gross cutesy first year couple sitting to my right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I mean by gross and cutesy? For starters, when the boyfriend walked in, he gave his girlfriend a massive twirl and almost hit my chair. They then proceeded to poke each other and rub each other's backs, hold hands, baby talk, hug, kiss, feed each other, lick each other's fingers, spoon?! AND the list goes on. Anything but study. Alongside that, they kept walking in and out of the computer lab and the door kept slamming ARGH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people do these things in public when it just makes everyone else feel awkward and uncomfortable? I mean I know, I'm in no position to judge or say anything, but I really am curious. Are people just so 'in the moment' that they disregard the fact that there are people who have peripheral vision and ears?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's just me, but I really don't want to see people swap saliva, especially at such a close range. Nor do I want to see people lick each other's fingers or hear fake baby talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"AWWWW I wub you! you're schoo cuteeeeeeeee. Comme hereee come onn, ngawwwwww "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuck! YUCK YUCK YUCK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-7877672982542970371?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/7877672982542970371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=7877672982542970371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/7877672982542970371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/7877672982542970371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/11/pda-and-door-slamming.html' title='PDA and door slamming'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-2973002702960079735</id><published>2011-11-05T17:41:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T00:05:37.408+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sydney university'/><title type='text'>Toilet Etiquette</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Now I know most of you who read this know me quite well. Well to those who don't really know me that well, I can't help complaining. It's not the whining kind of complaining, it's more the angsty, annoyed/frustrated kind of complaining.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes its quite entertaining and sometimes it can be stupid and trivial. You can be the judge of this one, I like to put my 2c into everything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qoo5bH44yls/R_EzBNn1k2I/AAAAAAAABAA/GzjBneAKEZg/s400/toilet-in-Japan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qoo5bH44yls/R_EzBNn1k2I/AAAAAAAABAA/GzjBneAKEZg/s400/toilet-in-Japan.jpg" width="345" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Toilet Etiquette sign in Japan&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toilet Etiquette. Does this mean nothing to people anymore? I don't know about the men's toilets but DAYUMN the female toilets at USYD are appalling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Location 1 : Law Building toilets near Taste&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man! Where do I start? Every time I walk into that toilet, there's this intense, musky urine smell. Yes I said it, I'm not even going to use euphemisms because it's that disgusting. When you first walk in, there are paper towels all over the floor next to the sinks and even wet paper towels placed randomly next to the sinks. The bins are always overflowing with dirty paper towels and even random rubbish.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you turn left to go to the toilets, almost every door is closed, usually because someone's in there but also because the toilet either has period blood on it, crap blasted all over the toilet bowl (with some of the residue on the toilet seat) or there's a bloody pad or tampon on the floor.&amp;nbsp;To make matters worse, the "cleaner" toilets always have urine on the toilet seat or heaps and heaps of toilet paper on the floor (for reasons I cannot comprehend..).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Location 2 : Law Library toilets&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vicky and I have been at the Law Library for almost 2 weeks in a row. Every time we go to the toilets we always see the same toilet. We've branded it the "crap toilet" because that's what it is. There's crap plastered &amp;nbsp;all over the toilet bowl and even on the toilet lid. What the crap, massive assplosion?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where are the cleaners? Don't they get paid to clean the toilets?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Women of law school toilet users, what the hell is wrong with you?! Where did your toilet etiquette go? Please! have some respect for other people who are using the toilets. Would you leave a bloody tampon on the floor at home? No you wouldn't! Why? Because it's gross! and inconsiderate for the next person using the toilet! Would you leave piss or period blood on the seat? No you wouldn't! Because it stains AND it smells!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing I don't get is, why don't you ever flush your crap? Who just leaves crap in the toilet bowl? Every time I see this, there's never any toilet paper in the actual toilet bowl. Does this mean that people just do their business, and take off without wiping?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Location 3 : Merewether Toilets near Lecture Theatre 4 (I think)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This toilet has everything I have already ranted about up there ^ and more. Alongside all that other "crap" (haha I'm so witty), this toilet always has wet floors and dim lights! So freaky. And the toilet seats always have pubic hair on it. What the crap?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't understand how pubic hair gets there.&amp;nbsp;I really don't understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you wouldn't be this unhygienic at home, why are you like this at uni?! PLEASE be more considerate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DANG!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-2973002702960079735?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/2973002702960079735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=2973002702960079735' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/2973002702960079735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/2973002702960079735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/11/toilet-etiquette.html' title='Toilet Etiquette'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qoo5bH44yls/R_EzBNn1k2I/AAAAAAAABAA/GzjBneAKEZg/s72-c/toilet-in-Japan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-450321367504697176</id><published>2011-10-27T22:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T22:26:21.388+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I dress like a bum</title><content type='html'>&lt;script src="http://ajax.googleapis.com/ajax/libs/jquery/1.4.2/jquery.min.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://lookbook.nu/look/widget/2595793.js?include=photo&amp;amp;size=medium&amp;amp;style=button&amp;amp;align=center"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="hype_container_2595793"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I dress like a bum when I go to uni. There's nothing surprising about that! Half the time, I've just woken up and I grab whatever's there AND not to mention, whatever's comfortable of course. But when I look around USYD all I see are trendy trendy skinny people! Oh dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's to procrastination central...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://ajax.googleapis.com/ajax/libs/jquery/1.4.2/jquery.min.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://lookbook.nu/look/widget/2595535.js?include=photo&amp;amp;size=medium&amp;amp;style=button&amp;amp;align=center"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="hype_container_2595535"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO DARING! and skinny &lt;script src="http://ajax.googleapis.com/ajax/libs/jquery/1.4.2/jquery.min.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://lookbook.nu/look/widget/2604083.js?include=photo&amp;amp;size=medium&amp;amp;style=button&amp;amp;align=center"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="hype_container_2604083"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love this dress. &lt;!--BEGIN HYPE WIDGET--&gt;&lt;script src="http://ajax.googleapis.com/ajax/libs/jquery/1.4.2/jquery.min.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://lookbook.nu/look/widget/2605031.js?include=photo&amp;size=medium&amp;style=button&amp;align=center"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="hype_container_2605031"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--END HYPE WIDGET--&gt;I love her pants and her blouse. *off topic* My sister's boyfriend pointed out that girls look hotter when they wear sunnies because it covers half of their face. True story..... now if only I was bothered..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-450321367504697176?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/450321367504697176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=450321367504697176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/450321367504697176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/450321367504697176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-dress-like-bum.html' title='I dress like a bum'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-2333277149822185371</id><published>2011-10-20T20:20:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T20:21:47.374+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><title type='text'>I hear the criticism loud and clear.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vB6i-L_ZyzU/Tp_npTMop5I/AAAAAAAAEEk/Rn0Mj-PagEA/s1600/respect.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vB6i-L_ZyzU/Tp_npTMop5I/AAAAAAAAEEk/Rn0Mj-PagEA/s640/respect.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How have you demonstrated leadership?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This question always leaves me blank and quiet because in my whole life, I have never ever stepped up and taken a leadership role. Why? I'm not much of a group person, I like to do things myself so I can look back and think : "WOW! I did this by myself!"&amp;nbsp;That's partially the reason why when I play piano I can't seem to accompany anyone because I want to go solo!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, after year 12 and the numerous amount of group work assignments that I've done, I'm starting to see the perks of working together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what makes a group work well?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think the main key is leadership - of course someone will have to take the role as the team leader and designate tasks and ensure that everyone is meeting the dead line, BUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the underlying winning elements are trust and respect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I thought about it, half the time when I complain about group work sucking - it's because I don't trust that the other person can do a good job and I end up doing their part because they didn't reply to me when I told them to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the same with leading a bunch of people, in any organisation there will be people who dislike you and who are unloving. Fair enough! we are only human. Just because they dislike us doesn't mean you just put your hands up in the air and scream "I don't care" or "Who cares about them".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;(warning : do as I say, not as I do haha! I'm human too)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haters gonna hate right? It's times like these where you rely on your group! or the group of people you are leading. That's where you can get your source of encouragement because you get reminded that there are people who feel your pain, understand what's going on. You're all in it together. In the same boat (even if it is sinking).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Team work as a concept doesn't seem bad right? But in reality it always is bad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is where respect comes in - you can't possibly lead a group of people if you don't win their respect. Just look at Julia Gillard and her ridiculous Labor Government!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You need respect. People don't have to love you, you just have to be damn brilliant at what you do if you're not like-able.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two cents for the day. Not that you asked for it but too bad you've already finished reading it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-2333277149822185371?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/2333277149822185371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=2333277149822185371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/2333277149822185371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/2333277149822185371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-hear-criticism-loud-and-clear.html' title='I hear the criticism loud and clear.'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vB6i-L_ZyzU/Tp_npTMop5I/AAAAAAAAEEk/Rn0Mj-PagEA/s72-c/respect.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-452664934075584925</id><published>2011-10-13T01:14:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T22:26:52.458+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lscovhMWis1qdyundo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lscovhMWis1qdyundo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard from numerous people that three marks the number (No I did not steal that from the 3 tv ad).&lt;br /&gt;Three years for a normal Bachelor's course.&lt;br /&gt;Three years of junior high school and senior high school.&lt;br /&gt;Three is apparently the number of years that determine whether a relationship will make or break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that we're at three, what now?&lt;br /&gt;Do I cling on for dear life or leave things be? What if I can already see you fading off in the distance? What then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's time I take my own advice and tell myself that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;so many people enter and leave your life! hundreds of thousands of people! You have to keep the door open so they can come in! but it also means you have to let them go..."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;...&lt;/i&gt;right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-452664934075584925?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/452664934075584925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=452664934075584925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/452664934075584925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/452664934075584925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/10/three.html' title='Three'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-4319570215245528657</id><published>2011-10-12T01:06:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T01:06:30.787+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Cycle</title><content type='html'>Every year around this time, I go through a vicious cycle of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sleep deprivation&lt;br /&gt;2. Loss of weight&lt;br /&gt;3. Illness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... all three of them due to stress and stress and more stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can usually tell when I'm procrastinating because I'm usually blogging a lot more as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've noticed another vicious cycle, which I apologise, I shall not disclose for the whole world to see because apparently opening up and blabbing to the WWW about things isn't the best idea - esp if you don't want people to know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I will leave you with a load of random quotes and if you really think hard enough maybe you'll miss the point of most of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ski holidays start on a high but go down hill from there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had a mechanic who used to play the piano. He was good at tuning things.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lumber companies have many board meetings.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-4319570215245528657?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/4319570215245528657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=4319570215245528657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/4319570215245528657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/4319570215245528657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/10/cycle.html' title='Cycle'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-2579007239430757972</id><published>2011-10-09T14:46:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T14:46:13.677+11:00</updated><title type='text'>It's yours, just take it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lss3zdNHMX1qlrk5ko1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lss3zdNHMX1qlrk5ko1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes there are things you want so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when presented with the opportunity you just want to grab it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time there are always things pulling you back, stopping you from reaching out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thing is so close to you, it's right in front of you, waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can taste it. Feel it. Hear it. See it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want it so bad that it runs in through your blood, gives you shivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can't have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you just can't! It's not yours, it's not your time YET... hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you know what I say to all of that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Screw you, I'm going to defy the freaking gravity!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-2579007239430757972?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/2579007239430757972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=2579007239430757972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/2579007239430757972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/2579007239430757972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-yours-just-take-it.html' title='It&apos;s yours, just take it!'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-5148036578375007755</id><published>2011-10-08T01:52:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T22:28:02.543+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lslof4QMW91r3y3iro1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lslof4QMW91r3y3iro1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once a woman who had many many cats in her home. The cats intertwined with her daily routines, from breakfast to dinner, morning till night, from waking up till it was time to sleep.&amp;nbsp;Days went past and things continued to breeze by and each day the woman was happy and content as long as she had her cats - she was the queen of cats...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until one day, the woman was forced to move out of her home and into an apartment. Now this apartment place didn't allow pets at all and so she was separated from her cats. The cats ended up going to her sister's house and the woman thought that was a pretty sweet deal because she could still see, feed and love her precious cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days went past and the woman continued to adapt to her new routine, however each time she went to visit, the cats slowly disappeared. She realised that one by one, the cats were leaving the house because they had found better homes. The woman couldn't do anything, they chose to leave on their own free will, erasing her from their memories and all she could do was watch...as slowly they disappeared one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-5148036578375007755?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/5148036578375007755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=5148036578375007755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/5148036578375007755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/5148036578375007755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post_08.html' title='.'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-5140758380792966186</id><published>2011-10-06T00:51:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T00:51:32.235+11:00</updated><title type='text'>solid food not milk</title><content type='html'>I am fairly sure I have written this before. Far out Jill, stop acting like a giant baby and get over yourself! Nothing is about you. Just grow up already! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-5140758380792966186?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/5140758380792966186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=5140758380792966186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/5140758380792966186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/5140758380792966186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/10/solid-food-not-milk.html' title='solid food not milk'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-386592029907632668</id><published>2011-10-03T22:31:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T22:31:27.383+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cache.gawkerassets.com/assets/images/39/2010/10/dontwanta.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://cache.gawkerassets.com/assets/images/39/2010/10/dontwanta.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsezp826r01qgq88io1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsezp826r01qgq88io1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsh9y5jrFj1r47e1fo1_400.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsh9y5jrFj1r47e1fo1_400.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-386592029907632668?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/386592029907632668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=386592029907632668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/386592029907632668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/386592029907632668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-964025366818370038</id><published>2011-09-27T00:31:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T00:31:34.659+10:00</updated><title type='text'>One inch further away from ignorance</title><content type='html'>My boss was talking to me yesterday about how Macquarie University doesn't have enough commerce students. I somewhat laughed at that comment. Not enough commerce students? I'm sure other universities would gladly lend them some international commerce students. Oh wait - no they wouldn't, because then they would be losing a large source of income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss continued to say that there were a lack of students studying Finance. I proceeded to say - maybe because its too hard to get a job? He agreed because everyone wants to work for a big firm and there are only say 5 positions and 10000 people applying for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking this into consideration, this was one of the persuasive factors which led me to pick BIS as a major instead of Finance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would be incredibly crap at finance and I don't see a point in studying something I find hard, uninteresting and tedious.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It would be hard for me to find a job - regardless of whether or not I have a law degree.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate commerce and I want to do as least possible amount of work.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Then it occurred to me that BIS wasn't exactly easy either. It requires lots of lateral thinking and I actually have to do work to do well (but because I haven't been working hard, I haven't been doing well). I would say I received my fair share of just deserts (please don't kill me Vicky Chen).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it led me to think - aren't I just simply being ignorant and a lazy asshole? Definitely. In my attempts to get away from doing work, I ended up doing more work. In my attempts not to be an ignorant asshole I tried to 'invest' more time in educating myself about the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I tried reading the Business section of the newspaper and I felt like a dumb scarecrow (I don't know why I likened myself to a scarecrow) because I didn't understand what it meant when Italy's credit rating down graded from A to A+ and how it affects Australia because apparently it affects Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my goal for this year - on top of all my other goals and current commitments, is to educate myself about business in general. It's pretty embarrassing being a Business student and actually not knowing anything about the world. I can't really rely on the excuse that I don't do Economics or Finance because that's stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-964025366818370038?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/964025366818370038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=964025366818370038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/964025366818370038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/964025366818370038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/09/one-inch-further-away-from-ignorance.html' title='One inch further away from ignorance'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-376247651344786474</id><published>2011-09-27T00:31:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T00:31:13.382+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Chemistry and Timing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ls41ewKq2L1qcinfbo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ls41ewKq2L1qcinfbo1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to put a smile on my face. Maybe I'm easily pleased or perhaps the reason I get upset is really stupid. Either way, simplistic things make me smile. It can range from small things like calling to admitting your faults. I think I need to breathe, spend time away, in perfect solitude. Just me and my trusty Bible. and preferably away from my laptop or my phone or just internet in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*random note - I accidentally went 15mb over my internet cap on my phone and it cost me $10! SO EXPENSIVE.&lt;br /&gt;*another random note - I sent 588 text messages last month... wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ls3wb8FoLq1r0fu04o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ls3wb8FoLq1r0fu04o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-376247651344786474?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/376247651344786474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=376247651344786474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/376247651344786474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/376247651344786474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/09/chemistry-and-timing.html' title='Chemistry and Timing'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-4002643156015236435</id><published>2011-09-26T01:22:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T19:36:03.850+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sYAhku6gKQA" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so old school!!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-4002643156015236435?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/4002643156015236435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=4002643156015236435' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/4002643156015236435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/4002643156015236435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/sYAhku6gKQA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-1089239901763804744</id><published>2011-09-24T01:09:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T01:16:19.400+10:00</updated><title type='text'>don't patronize me</title><content type='html'>go away&amp;nbsp;go away&amp;nbsp;go away&amp;nbsp;go away&amp;nbsp;go away&amp;nbsp;go away&amp;nbsp;go away&amp;nbsp;go away&amp;nbsp;go away&amp;nbsp;go away&amp;nbsp;go away&amp;nbsp;go away&amp;nbsp;go away&amp;nbsp;go away&amp;nbsp;go away&amp;nbsp;go away&amp;nbsp;go away&amp;nbsp;go away&amp;nbsp;go away&amp;nbsp;go away&amp;nbsp;go away&amp;nbsp;go away&amp;nbsp;go away&amp;nbsp;go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's scarier than watching disasters happen &amp;nbsp;before you but having absolutely no control over anything that happens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trusting in someone who can control the problem and letting things unfold as they see fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please please please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had enough chances to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's someone I admire a lot. Although it's taken me a really long time to realise, I really do admire this person. Although they have their fair share of bad attributes, they never lose hope when things turn bad. I think this is a skill that not many people have - including me. I'm a natural pessimist I think. Or I'm just skeptical. I always expect the worst and only see the worst in people or situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This person perseveres and doesn't care what other people say but works slowly for their own benefit and not for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need this skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-1089239901763804744?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/1089239901763804744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=1089239901763804744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/1089239901763804744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/1089239901763804744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/09/dont-patronize-me.html' title='don&apos;t patronize me'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-6721613377091996656</id><published>2011-09-19T00:09:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T00:09:30.677+10:00</updated><title type='text'>For better or worse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zMkqerDp110/TnX6Y-AqNbI/AAAAAAAAEEg/1dM19mUsSjw/s1600/IMG_1139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zMkqerDp110/TnX6Y-AqNbI/AAAAAAAAEEg/1dM19mUsSjw/s640/IMG_1139.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expect people to mind their own beeswax except I tell people things when they ask. How can people possibly mind their own beeswax when I'm spreading my beeswax everywhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confide in people because I expect them to trust my judgement. Respect my decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe I just have too much pride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-6721613377091996656?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/6721613377091996656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=6721613377091996656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/6721613377091996656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/6721613377091996656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/09/for-better-or-worse.html' title='For better or worse'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zMkqerDp110/TnX6Y-AqNbI/AAAAAAAAEEg/1dM19mUsSjw/s72-c/IMG_1139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-2771270345470304448</id><published>2011-09-13T22:41:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T22:41:20.942+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do you steal my mind whenever you're around?</title><content type='html'>I'm so annoyed at you. Frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;Go away. Leave me alone. I don't want anything to do with you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to talk to you. I don't want to be near you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to see you. I don't want to share things with you.&lt;br /&gt;I almost hate you. I want to hit you. I wan't you to disappear.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so angry at you. I'm so disappointed in you.&lt;br /&gt;How could you? What did I do to deserve this?&lt;br /&gt;I thought you wouldn't hurt me. You shouldn't have done that.&lt;br /&gt;You &amp;nbsp;couldn't hurt me right?&lt;br /&gt;Why did you do that.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute. No! Stop!&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave. Come back.&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop talking to me. Don't stop associating with me.&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me behind!&lt;br /&gt;I feel so alone. Come back now.. please.&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate you. I love you. Please turn around.&lt;br /&gt;Don't abandon me, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I love you - isn't that enough?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not upset anymore, please come back.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, please, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Turn around, don't leave me, I need you.&lt;br /&gt;But I love you so much, I'm clinging on to you now - is it too late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder why I'm so afraid to talk about Jesus on my blog. The biggest day of my life so far this year has been the day I got baptised. May 15th 2011! Yet I have like three lines on my blog &amp;nbsp;because unfortunately I was ashamed to write about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with me?! BUT, things have changed. Why? Because -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... I am not ashamed of the gospel, for it is the power of God for salvation to everyone who believes it..." - Romans 1:16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The random dialogue above is a dream I had.&lt;br /&gt;First perspective - non christian's POV&lt;br /&gt;Second perspective - process of becoming a Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I became a Christian, I often blamed God for things that happened in my life. I blamed God for the fact that I didn't get into OC. Blamed him for the fact that I didn't get into a better selective school. Blamed him because I failed the maths test. Blamed him for the fact that everyone else seemed to have better things. Blamed him because I didn't get into Med. Blamed him because I didn't go to the same uni as my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blamed him for all sorts of things. I never wanted to take responsibility for ANYTHING I did. It was always someone else's fault and if no one could be blamed I would blame God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon enough the blaming got tiring and I started to really see and understand things around me. I started to cling to Jesus more and more. But I was scared - what if he had abandoned me? What if he didn't love me anymore. What if it was too late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hebrews 13:5-6&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;"Let your conduct be without covetousness, and be content with such things that you have, for he has said, 'I will&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;leave you, nor forsake you,' so that we may boldly say, 'The Lord is my helper, and I will not fear what man shall do to me.'"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it. No matter how disgusting, wretched, terrible, menacing, frightening, obnoxious etc I am, Jesus will never leave me or forsake me. He'll continue to love me. That alone is enough to get me through anything. That by itself is enough for me to rejoice in my suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can I rejoice? Because for Christ's sake, when I am weak - then I am strong! ( 2 Cor 12:10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-2771270345470304448?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/2771270345470304448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=2771270345470304448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/2771270345470304448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/2771270345470304448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/09/why-do-you-steal-my-mind-whenever-youre.html' title='Why do you steal my mind whenever you&apos;re around?'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-7898175598734377727</id><published>2011-09-06T09:50:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T09:50:23.738+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Steal my soul and warm my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oFYVvJtKst8/TmVaVnM3l6I/AAAAAAAAEEc/DpA60Ib6sI4/s1600/IMG_1092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oFYVvJtKst8/TmVaVnM3l6I/AAAAAAAAEEc/DpA60Ib6sI4/s1600/IMG_1092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken around 5pm yesterday when I got home! The flowers are actually from weeds.. and they smelt pretty nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life? And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labour or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more cloth you, O you of little faith? "&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If weeds can transform into beautiful flowers that smell nice, what the heck am I worrying about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading a tweet by HomelessLaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 21px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;Today Court of Appeal gives judgment in key housing/human rights case: Must Housing Director consider human rights when evicting families?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? Although the CoA is based in Victoria and doesn't apply to NSW I think it's still a very valid and arguable point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one end - we should be compassionate and help those who have no other means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but one the other hand - There is an intrinsic element of equality within society and freeloaders disrupt this equilibrium (oh yeah I used a chemistry term!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure which side to go for but it made me think, how do I treat homeless people? I'm pretty sure I've visited this topic before on this blog - somewhere. I'm also pretty sure my attitude towards them hasn't changed. I see a homeless person who needs help but what do I do? I walk past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? because there is nothing I myself CAN do. I can give them my change but what If I need my change? I can give them my food, but I want to eat my food.&amp;nbsp;The problem is me! I guess this goes for everyone, we're selfish people because we can't give up a few dollars to help someone who is in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard the saying - "They're on the street for a reason..."&lt;br /&gt;What about those who are genuinely forced to live on the streets because they were forced to because a family member had a drug addiction, gambling problem, alcohol addiction etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we tell the difference? Are we supposed to help all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also heard - "They're just going to use the money to buy drugs or cigarettes"&lt;br /&gt;That's a very valid point - but when I think about it, it takes someone great courage to sit down and beg. Would you have enough strength to throw aside your pride and kneel down and humbly ask people for money? for THEIR money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a measly student who can't even give up a few dollars or cents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to work I go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-7898175598734377727?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/7898175598734377727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=7898175598734377727' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/7898175598734377727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/7898175598734377727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/09/steal-my-soul-and-warm-my-heart.html' title='Steal my soul and warm my heart'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oFYVvJtKst8/TmVaVnM3l6I/AAAAAAAAEEc/DpA60Ib6sI4/s72-c/IMG_1092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-8111085436103777351</id><published>2011-09-05T10:43:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T10:44:00.398+10:00</updated><title type='text'>One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wFVcQCNU2sI/TmGcT39uCbI/AAAAAAAAEEY/py14wXF2Czk/s1600/looking.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wFVcQCNU2sI/TmGcT39uCbI/AAAAAAAAEEY/py14wXF2Czk/s1600/looking.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of embarrassing come to think of it. There are so many times when I look for my pen (one specific pen) and then I realise that it's been sitting in front of me the whole time. It's like I'm so focused on everything else that's on the table that I can't seem to see the one thing that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-8111085436103777351?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/8111085436103777351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=8111085436103777351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/8111085436103777351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/8111085436103777351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/09/one.html' title='One'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wFVcQCNU2sI/TmGcT39uCbI/AAAAAAAAEEY/py14wXF2Czk/s72-c/looking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-943593258956545508</id><published>2011-08-29T18:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T18:42:00.551+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>The heart is so deceitful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K0zDIkvlAnw/TltN_i1201I/AAAAAAAAEEU/jHKUsdLX6MI/s1600/IMG_1044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K0zDIkvlAnw/TltN_i1201I/AAAAAAAAEEU/jHKUsdLX6MI/s1600/IMG_1044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is what I want what I really want? Do I want it because I'm not supposed to have it, because there's something enticing about something being forbidden?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know what you want if you can't think of a sensible reason for the thing that you want?&lt;br /&gt;Why does my brain tell me not to want the thing I want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you mind boggled by my questions yet? Female is quite a complex language - not even I can comprehend what it is exactly that I am saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember back when I was a little kid I wanted to be a pet cat or a dog for some reason. I don't know DON'T ASK! I was a strange kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on that idea I guess I can see where I was coming from - it seems so much easier to be an animal than to be a human with a working brain full of intricacies and mysteries that one cannot comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what I thought back then was if I was a cat or a dog, I never needed to do anything, and all I needed to do was run around, eat, sleep, pee and poop. Then I grew older and I realised - oh right owners can be abusive too because there are retarded and cruel people out there in the world who defile animals and ditch them out on the street. (*cough Chinese people in China who skin animals live* &amp;nbsp;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; click &lt;a href="http://features.peta.org/ChineseFurFarms/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; for more info &amp;lt;&amp;lt; by the way, if you have a weak stomach I suggest you.. just read the text and not click the video. Don't say I didn't warn you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really stop complaining and grow up. There are so many things to be thankful for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The fact that I have a working brain and that I'm not a PVS who can't die because there are no euthanasia laws in Australia (not that I would want to be killed because I'm against euthanasia - I'll leave that topic for another time)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The fact that I am not a hobo who has to constantly find shelter and food and deal with extremely bad weather without a roof.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The fact that I have Jesus and I'm not dead.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;So no matter how enticing it is to be like Garfield, ultimately its pretty damn awesome to have a beautiful mind.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I've also been blogging a lot more than usual - meaning I am procrastinating like crazy because I'm avoiding doing my criminal law assignment. Woe to me!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need a hug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(both chocolate and real life version)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-943593258956545508?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/943593258956545508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=943593258956545508' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/943593258956545508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/943593258956545508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/08/heart-is-so-deceitful.html' title='The heart is so deceitful.'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K0zDIkvlAnw/TltN_i1201I/AAAAAAAAEEU/jHKUsdLX6MI/s72-c/IMG_1044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-8080965546275150157</id><published>2011-08-28T23:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T23:34:43.039+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Shower epiphanies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iu1rPBPtrbM/TlpDHfudXOI/AAAAAAAAEEQ/jJPeaOdw_sU/s1600/IMG_1040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iu1rPBPtrbM/TlpDHfudXOI/AAAAAAAAEEQ/jJPeaOdw_sU/s1600/IMG_1040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I was talking to a friend a few nights ago and he reminded me that the best time to think is during the shower! I could not agree more! I had the biggest epiphany today in the shower!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Which leads me to the next question - are all epiphanies good?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I don't think this one is particularly good, I would have liked it to have remain unknown instead. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;On the brighter side I know what to write for my assignment yay!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;On a more darker tone the person marking is it super harsh nay!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Just to add more randomness, that pic was taken at Pancakes on the Rocks.... in North Strathfield where there are a lot of rocks but not a lot of sea?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It looks really good but it tasted horrible. Usually banana and chocolate = very good combination but for some reason the pancakes were salty salty and there wasn't enough chocolate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-8080965546275150157?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/8080965546275150157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=8080965546275150157' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/8080965546275150157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/8080965546275150157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/08/shower-epiphanies.html' title='Shower epiphanies'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iu1rPBPtrbM/TlpDHfudXOI/AAAAAAAAEEQ/jJPeaOdw_sU/s72-c/IMG_1040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-8114390054042723301</id><published>2011-08-27T23:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T23:49:12.954+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Old Habits.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9jYKQ9Kfkhg/TljzyCSyLkI/AAAAAAAAEEM/oNEOqEnlG5U/s1600/IMG_0816.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9jYKQ9Kfkhg/TljzyCSyLkI/AAAAAAAAEEM/oNEOqEnlG5U/s1600/IMG_0816.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old habits die really really hard. I don't remember a time where I have procrastinated THIS MUCH. Oh wait yes I can, back in high school before things got serious. The difference is things are ALWAYS serious yet I can't seem to force myself to concentrate anymore. What is wrong with me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still wonder whether I have changed from the angsty 14 year old girl who was rapidly typing away at the keyboard 5 years ago when this blog first started. A little less swearing but still talking about the same topics - hey recycling is good! (if you want to bore people to death)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we know if we've changed? I've gotten baptised, I have given my life to God and I can definitely say I love Jesus. I can say those things but can I demonstrate it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to say yes but quite frankly at this moment I'm leaning very very very much towards no. Why is it so hard to love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it like asking - why is it so hard to forgive someone who has assaulted you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because they've damaged a part of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But asking " Why is it so hard to love " is on a completely different note. We haven't been damaged by anyone but rather we are damaged ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man my personality is warped. Will you still love me when you find out?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-8114390054042723301?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/8114390054042723301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=8114390054042723301' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/8114390054042723301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/8114390054042723301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/08/old-habits.html' title='Old Habits.'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9jYKQ9Kfkhg/TljzyCSyLkI/AAAAAAAAEEM/oNEOqEnlG5U/s72-c/IMG_0816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-5031477247490504476</id><published>2011-08-25T20:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T20:39:01.099+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>A terrible and unavoidable event</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AklMDx1Ji6Y/TlYh01P9U0I/AAAAAAAAEEI/CaIsBYwSMYI/s1600/IMG_1031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AklMDx1Ji6Y/TlYh01P9U0I/AAAAAAAAEEI/CaIsBYwSMYI/s1600/IMG_1031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although blurry, this is a picture of an old couple walking arm in arm. I wonder sometimes what it is like to grow old with someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a conversation a really long time ago with my learned friends Vicky and Adrian about whether chivalry was dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chivalry is dead.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you agree with that statement?&lt;br /&gt;I could not agree more! I guess it was inevitable, considering we live in the Social Media Era whilst experiencing a major technological boom. From iPhones to iPads and even the Asus ePad and perhaps the eeePC, the men of our age are obviously more attracted to what is on the shiny LED screen rather than reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? because anything is possible there - you can let your imagine run wild on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has this got to do with chivalry you ask? Take a look around - boys are courting girls over Facebook and MSN and the odd text message here and there. What happened to real comments between two people who can actually see each other's faces and reactions? Instead, the women of our age are stripped of their right to be courted in person and have downgraded to smiling at their smart phone screens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more frustrating is that guys seem to have no leadership skills these days. I mean employers search for specific attributes such as leadership, fine attention to detail and willingness to learn - what makes you think females don't search for them too? So many guys spend time fine tuning their resume so it becomes the perfect document. Why? because &lt;b&gt;FIRST IMPRESSIONS LAST&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the men don't take initiative and women are forced to strike up a conversation, how can you make a lasting impression?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is more but I really should stop procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring on the burns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-5031477247490504476?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/5031477247490504476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=5031477247490504476' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/5031477247490504476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/5031477247490504476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/08/terrible-and-unavoidable-event.html' title='A terrible and unavoidable event'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AklMDx1Ji6Y/TlYh01P9U0I/AAAAAAAAEEI/CaIsBYwSMYI/s72-c/IMG_1031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-8073984419631774158</id><published>2011-08-24T00:36:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T18:46:04.232+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><title type='text'>You're gonna wish you had never met me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fc4CbVJGwho/TlO6sGaVzCI/AAAAAAAAEEE/lNJLiGyNEvw/s1600/photo+%25288%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fc4CbVJGwho/TlO6sGaVzCI/AAAAAAAAEEE/lNJLiGyNEvw/s1600/photo+%25288%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;White chocolate hot chocolate :D from &lt;i&gt;Hey Brew Cafe&lt;/i&gt; Surry Hills&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I've had a lot of fun over the past few days!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One thing that I've learnt from my high school friends and from family is to &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;never give up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Always persevere in the most dire situations!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One example that I can think of is my best friend. She has this crazy ability to just drop everything and completely focus on what she is studying. She doesn't give up when its hard, she just perseveres until she understands it. Her procrastination is probably my "study".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My mum always told me never to give up and to try my best because we'll never know where we can go and what our limits are unless we try. I've been ignoring this advice for the past two years - I literally don't try when I think that I'm going to fail, or I won't get what I want or I won't apply for something because I think I won't get it. Terrible terrible mindset!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Why? because I choose not to know (willful blindness!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;sorry law joke...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Although I was almost at the brink of dropping out of my course last year, I'm so grateful that I didn't and that my friend's extended my indecision so that I would miss the census date. Now that I think about it I only wanted to drop because it was hard - and then I realised nothing was easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually starting to enjoy what I'm learning! HOORAY! FINALLY!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*now I can hear my personal counselors breathing a sigh of relief*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyways enough rambling for now, I'm off to do some modelling (process modelling.. not a photo shoot).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Moral of the story : DON'T GIVE UP WHEN THINGS GET HARD!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-8073984419631774158?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/8073984419631774158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=8073984419631774158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/8073984419631774158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/8073984419631774158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/08/youre-gonna-wish-you-had-never-met-me.html' title='You&apos;re gonna wish you had never met me.'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fc4CbVJGwho/TlO6sGaVzCI/AAAAAAAAEEE/lNJLiGyNEvw/s72-c/photo+%25288%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-7728478994586870787</id><published>2011-08-14T23:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T23:22:11.764+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><title type='text'>Because if one day you wake up and find that youre missing me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LP8x5fbXap8/TkfJmIgicTI/AAAAAAAAEEA/egZ2qQljpC4/s1600/IMG_0810.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LP8x5fbXap8/TkfJmIgicTI/AAAAAAAAEEA/egZ2qQljpC4/s1600/IMG_0810.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....I won't be there. Too bad! because I'm moving. I'm not the person who can't be moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes its easier to be 'willfully blinded'. Some say its innocence, others say denial. I am no longer going to be in denial anymore. No longer am I going to continue to blindly follow the starkness of the walls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead,&amp;nbsp; I will take the daunting stairs which will lead me to an unprecedented darkness of the unknown! Who knows what I will find. Who cares. I just have to take that risk, pray that things will go according to the Divine plan and leap forward! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uni work is starting to pile up. I'm feeling the stress again! Ahh why do I have so many commitments?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-7728478994586870787?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/7728478994586870787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=7728478994586870787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/7728478994586870787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/7728478994586870787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/08/because-if-one-day-you-wake-up-and-find.html' title='Because if one day you wake up and find that youre missing me...'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LP8x5fbXap8/TkfJmIgicTI/AAAAAAAAEEA/egZ2qQljpC4/s72-c/IMG_0810.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-2947584628556073507</id><published>2011-08-08T19:05:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T19:52:59.546+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><title type='text'>I can't make you love me when you don't.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bdX2r1qZgyI/Tj-pbAoK1mI/AAAAAAAAED8/Us4Zll4sk9g/s1600/photo+%25287%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bdX2r1qZgyI/Tj-pbAoK1mI/AAAAAAAAED8/Us4Zll4sk9g/s1600/photo+%25287%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from my place was quite exceptional today! I took a quick snapshot while I was walking home from the station today.I usually take the bus home on Mondays but today I felt like walking - quite strange because I normally hate walking for 15 mins up hill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it was worth it. The sky was so pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got told my blog was girly - ha ha ha. Me? girly? don't be silly! This blog is hardly silly. It's just made up of a lot of love quotes and possibly some posts about loneliness, oh and don't forget distancing friendships! My three favourite topics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a breakdown the other day - really random one. Maybe I was being a normal emotional girl. Whatever it was it was strange, foreign and unprecedented. I'm so glad and grateful I had lovely friends who came to comfort me, I would have probably been really upset if they didn't come. Thank guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should set some goals for this semester - to make sure I keep on top of my work. Even though I dropped a whole heap of commitments, it seems like I'm busier than ever! I blame late starts and late finishing times...I wish there was such thing as late starts and early finishes :(!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you tell when you love someone/something? I find it hard to say that I love something but at the same time it's so easy to love things. Did that make sense? No? Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I can love easily :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friends - I tell people that I love them all the time!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Food - I love food, not all kinds of food, only the really good stuff (ie. potatoes)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Singing - I love singing! but I hate my voice. boooo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Computers - I can't live without my laptop I think. Ok maybe I can, but only if I'm with people.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;iPhone - Do I need to say anymore?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Animals&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Things I can't love easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;People - now I can't go around telling people that I love them when I don't can I?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Frenemies/Enemies - enough said, I think I have too many of these.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I may have confused myself just then.&amp;nbsp; I'm stuck in a situation where I can't do anything except wait and see what happens. But I'm impatient and I don't want to wait! I want to know now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got free pancakes today! courtesy of USYD Finsoc :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finsoc girl : are you a finance student?&lt;br /&gt;Me : yes....&lt;br /&gt;Finsoc girl : well in that case have some free pancakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised there's a Comsoc, Finsoc, Accounting &amp;amp; Auditing Society, Ecosoc, Statsoc, USYD marketing society, prob a HRsoc or a Managementsoc but not BIS soc .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would we be called? BISoc? that sounds like Bi-soc D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISoc? Ipod's soc brother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how sad!! probably not even big enough to have a soc!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-2947584628556073507?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/2947584628556073507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=2947584628556073507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/2947584628556073507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/2947584628556073507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title='I can&apos;t make you love me when you don&apos;t.'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bdX2r1qZgyI/Tj-pbAoK1mI/AAAAAAAAED8/Us4Zll4sk9g/s72-c/photo+%25287%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-7191918746427760827</id><published>2011-08-06T11:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T11:39:24.308+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><title type='text'>I often give very good advice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8xDxHe438tc/TjyW9LTaaCI/AAAAAAAAED0/Agq8Bn_v3OU/s1600/girlscan%2527tbepleased.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8xDxHe438tc/TjyW9LTaaCI/AAAAAAAAED0/Agq8Bn_v3OU/s1600/girlscan%2527tbepleased.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Moral of the story? Girls can't be pleased.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Earlier I posted the secret to what we want..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and its completely true. We have absolutely no idea what we want! Well that definitely applies to me, not sure about you!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Women might tell you not to do something and then when you don't do it they get annoyed. Or, they might tell you to do something (when they really don't want you to do it) and you go and do it and they get annoyed because you didn't really understand what they wanted.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then we'll wonder why its so hard for guys to understand the female brain because it is quite logical!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;*PS.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Actually upon later reflection, I think I do know what I want in my life, but emotionally/mentally I never know what I want, or what I want in a BGR. The more I think about it the less I know! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I often give advice but I can't take my own advice. I'm such a hypocrite. Yes I said it! I admit it! I'm a hypocrite. I say one thing and I do the other.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do as I say, not as I do"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Sometimes what my heart wants doesn't connect up to what my brain wants to do. My brain wants to go one way whereas my heart goes the other, two opposites of the extremes - there is no middle ground. For example - I went to eat at San Churro the other day when I knew chocolate was definitely going to slaughter my throat! Chocolate and churros, yum....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vOBFjx56b9c/TjyZRm2EbXI/AAAAAAAAED4/ngxWtwgy6Jw/s1600/photo+%25286%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vOBFjx56b9c/TjyZRm2EbXI/AAAAAAAAED4/ngxWtwgy6Jw/s320/photo+%25286%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top things off, last night after youth group a bunch of us headed down to Super Bowl for a late night feast! I would upload photos except I don't think my friend would be very happy to have his face slapped across the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically! We had Congee! and the oil sticks (literal translation from Chinese), salt and pepper squid, mango pudding, red bean and green tea pudding, some asian drinks, tea and chilli fish balls!&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to Friday night markets and bought some beef jerky, mmmmmmm so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time bonding with the other people and we laughed way too loudly at the restaurant. I was retelling a story... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J : "oh man and like there was this guy next to me and he farted"&lt;br /&gt;everyone : *BURSTS OUT LAUGHING REALLY LOUDLY*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked around and everyone was staring at us like we were CRAZY.&lt;br /&gt;Continuing on with the story... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J : "... and then he farted in my face!"&lt;br /&gt;everyone : *BURSTS OUT LAUGHING EVEN LOUDER*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That time, everyone did stare at us because we looked crazy and some looked annoyed. Whoops! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that concludes my blog post. I am now off to read about the wonders of the criminal law oh fun!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-7191918746427760827?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/7191918746427760827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=7191918746427760827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/7191918746427760827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/7191918746427760827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-often-give-very-good-advice.html' title='I often give very good advice.'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8xDxHe438tc/TjyW9LTaaCI/AAAAAAAAED0/Agq8Bn_v3OU/s72-c/girlscan%2527tbepleased.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-5667034614400068685</id><published>2011-08-06T00:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T00:44:24.142+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><title type='text'>Sometimes it lasts to love but sometimes</title><content type='html'>it hurts instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GSdP0ePozow/Tjv6y1gvEbI/AAAAAAAAEDw/rc395gh2q0E/s1600/photo+%25285%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GSdP0ePozow/Tjv6y1gvEbI/AAAAAAAAEDw/rc395gh2q0E/s1600/photo+%25285%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was just a quick snap I took while I was waiting around during my break, relaxing on the quad!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I attempted to study but kind of got really really distracted watching the people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example : there were these Korean taking photos. They were really energetic and young! Jumping around and talking really loudly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chincha?"&amp;nbsp; "har duu se!" "unni!!!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this one little girl, she was so cute! She seemed really excited to be taking a photo in front of the Harry Potter building!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Harry Potter, I STILL HAVE NOT SEEN IT! Ahh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I am getting owned on Facebook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-5667034614400068685?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/5667034614400068685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=5667034614400068685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/5667034614400068685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/5667034614400068685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/08/sometimes-it-lasts-to-love-but.html' title='Sometimes it lasts to love but sometimes'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GSdP0ePozow/Tjv6y1gvEbI/AAAAAAAAEDw/rc395gh2q0E/s72-c/photo+%25285%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-228549291964438143</id><published>2011-08-03T22:55:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T22:55:47.473+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><title type='text'>Somebody please tell him who the eff I is!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/R4vkVHijdQk" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; This is so cute! I youtubed the Lady Gaga Chrome video and it linked me to this! Not saying that the Lady Gaga one isn't awesome, but isn't this just so sweet?! Technology is really advanced these days.. it's so hard to keep up with all the new gadgets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently suffering from the flu, and it's really annoying! Itchy eyes, blocked nose, sore throat, blocked ears, dead taste buds , you name it! And to top things off I have a bruise on the left side of my head from a big fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, start of uni hasn't been too bad I guess! Not like I can complain since I only have 3 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started netball season! Oh dear, even though we're getting annihilated every single week, it's actually quite fun just chucking a ball around with the girlies. I do miss them very much, even though I may not be able to express myself very well, I'm glad we're playing netball! I am now the goal shooter!!! That is so strange, I've never been much of a shooter :P but its good to try new positions! (wow people could completely take this out of context and use this against me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our aim is to get more than 3! We can do it guys!! I reckon we should sing Duck Soup or Nicki Minaj as our theme song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doo doo do dooo doo do doo do do do do &lt;br /&gt;doo doo do dooo doo do doo do do do do&lt;br /&gt;ambassadors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-228549291964438143?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/228549291964438143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=228549291964438143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/228549291964438143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/228549291964438143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/08/somebody-please-tell-him-who-eff-i-is.html' title='Somebody please tell him who the eff I is!'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/R4vkVHijdQk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-579414028028905629</id><published>2011-08-03T22:44:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T22:44:58.105+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>You know it's true, I'm in love with you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ih0.redbubble.net/work.3100370.2.flat,550x550,075,f.you-know-its-true-im-still-in-love-with-you.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://ih0.redbubble.net/work.3100370.2.flat,550x550,075,f.you-know-its-true-im-still-in-love-with-you.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is love an emotion or an action? Many would argue that it is more emotion based, others say it is based on actions. Love is often taken lightly, thrown around ruggedly from place to place. How many times have you used the word 'love' to express the irresistible smoothness of Max Brenner's chocolate fondue encased around a succulent strawberry? I am definitely a culprit of this - a love abuser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blog hopping and I came across something that really upset me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you were wondering the blogger was reading this - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;One night I dreamed a dream.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I was walking along the beach with my Lord. Across the dark sky flashed scenes from my life. For each scene, I noticed two sets of footprints in the sand, one belonging to me and one to my Lord.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When the last scene of my life shot before me I looked back at the footprints in the sand. There was only one set of footprints. I realized that this was at the lowest and saddest times of my life. This always bothered me and I questioned the Lord about my dilemma.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Lord, You told me when I decided to follow You, You would walk and talk with me all the way. But I'm aware that during the most troublesome times of my life there is only one set of footprints. I just don't understand why, when I need You most, You leave me."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He whispered, "My precious child, I love you and will never leave you, never, ever, during your trials and testings. When you saw only one set of footprints, It was then that I carried you."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then the blogger commented by saying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"The first time I read this, I about cried with how beautiful it was.  How god must love me enough to carry my fat-ass across the hot sands to  my car. Then I realized how complete bullshit it was because I never got  carried, I carried myself. When Jesus Freaks were telling me gayness  was a sin, I decided that that can't be the same Jesus carrying me right  now, unless he liked chubs, and have you seen Jesus's abs, he's a Maury  Ballstein model, no way he'd ever even look at me, let alone carry  me."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why was I upset? Because this guy has missed the point!&lt;br /&gt;Why wouldn't Jesus love a gay chubster? Jesus hung out with the real bad ass people in society! He hung out with tax collectors, prostitutes and fisherman!&amp;nbsp; Just because you're gay doesn't mean He doesn't love you. That's the beauty of everything - He loves me &amp;amp; everyone regardless of anything we've done, no matter how many times we reject Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-579414028028905629?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/579414028028905629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=579414028028905629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/579414028028905629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/579414028028905629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-know-its-true-im-in-love-with-you.html' title='You know it&apos;s true, I&apos;m in love with you.'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-1179942201976036229</id><published>2011-07-28T23:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T23:59:41.678+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever words I say I will always ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ukNF8V0_dyE" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adele's album = my thoughts in a few songs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-1179942201976036229?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/1179942201976036229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=1179942201976036229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/1179942201976036229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/1179942201976036229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/07/whatever-words-i-say-i-will-always.html' title='Whatever words I say I will always ...'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ukNF8V0_dyE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-4227569422422497908</id><published>2011-07-26T08:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T08:08:59.762+10:00</updated><title type='text'>numb</title><content type='html'>couldn't sleep last night. Even when I tried my mind didn't allow me to escape reality for seven hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not happy, nor am I sad, just a blankness and a heavy feeling in my heart. what is this heaviness?? i don't like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to release some emotions but its like I can't!!! no sadness for tears, no anger for rage, just this underpinning pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-4227569422422497908?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/4227569422422497908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=4227569422422497908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/4227569422422497908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/4227569422422497908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/07/numb.html' title='numb'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-6981170663611613305</id><published>2011-07-21T17:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T17:39:01.515+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Random!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uaqKCFt8lWk/TifVDX0xBiI/AAAAAAAAEDg/8wEjpUhNa4w/s1600/hello.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uaqKCFt8lWk/TifVDX0xBiI/AAAAAAAAEDg/8wEjpUhNa4w/s400/hello.png" width="375" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;What is up with the moody weather?! I dislike rain very much! I wish the dry weather period would come sooner :(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Today I caught up with Kath and Steph at Burwood! We went to our favourite cafe - George's Cafe. I don't know why we go there so often, the food isn't even that great. I always get a stomach ache from eating there. The servings are pretty big except its pretty expensive. My eggplant risotto (Yes I ate eggplant! .. actually I didn't.. I picked it out) cost $18.90! I ate it all but yeah.. stomach ache. It was really bland and the chicken had no flavour! All I could taste was tomato and onion. I really don't know why we go there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Why do we go there guys?! My stomach hurts right now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-6981170663611613305?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/6981170663611613305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=6981170663611613305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/6981170663611613305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/6981170663611613305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/07/random.html' title='Random!'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uaqKCFt8lWk/TifVDX0xBiI/AAAAAAAAEDg/8wEjpUhNa4w/s72-c/hello.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-7620555574746739701</id><published>2011-07-20T19:13:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T19:14:41.407+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>The waves are getting larger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-He-CSb9qwQQ/TiabDHi3ShI/AAAAAAAAEDc/9Gw22O61iO0/s1600/japan.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-He-CSb9qwQQ/TiabDHi3ShI/AAAAAAAAEDc/9Gw22O61iO0/s640/japan.png" width="512" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As uni nears closer and closer, I feel the waves in my mind are becoming tsunami waves. Beckoning closer and closer, waves will eventually crash and hopefully only unwanted things will be swept away . Or will everything be swept away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read some of my older posts. They used to be so naive. I bet (if this blog is still alive) in 5 years time, I'm going to read this and think what the hell was I doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that I thought were bad back then aren't as bad as I thought they were! Perhaps this is the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-7620555574746739701?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/7620555574746739701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=7620555574746739701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/7620555574746739701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/7620555574746739701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/07/waves-are-getting-larger.html' title='The waves are getting larger'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-He-CSb9qwQQ/TiabDHi3ShI/AAAAAAAAEDc/9Gw22O61iO0/s72-c/japan.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-2262193806330225157</id><published>2011-07-19T20:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T20:07:07.689+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>CPC Surry Hills Art Exhibition</title><content type='html'>On Saturday, CPC held their first art exhibition! :) &lt;br /&gt;It was just a friendly event where we got to talk to the people of Surry Hills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a better way to do it - through art, food and coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The youth's put together a fabulous art exhibition! We had yumcha waitresses (mainly me) and lots of coffee boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tUVqEtWmotM/TiVNFvD6o3I/AAAAAAAAECw/ZTjnMaYBuyY/s1600/085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LCskFvKfO0k/TiVNJkkZ7TI/AAAAAAAAEC4/vXgg-o72aAc/s1600/087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LCskFvKfO0k/TiVNJkkZ7TI/AAAAAAAAEC4/vXgg-o72aAc/s640/087.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-INxz1oGYX8c/TiVNRLsazbI/AAAAAAAAEDA/iuLrT4BMKx0/s1600/089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-INxz1oGYX8c/TiVNRLsazbI/AAAAAAAAEDA/iuLrT4BMKx0/s640/089.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2iLLBVi8Prw/TiVN6l3kYAI/AAAAAAAAEDM/_XW4VEHvcF0/s1600/092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2iLLBVi8Prw/TiVN6l3kYAI/AAAAAAAAEDM/_XW4VEHvcF0/s640/092.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fgWEoXaU7uI/TiVOFhFwlgI/AAAAAAAAEDQ/jjV5Tzft4dY/s1600/093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fgWEoXaU7uI/TiVOFhFwlgI/AAAAAAAAEDQ/jjV5Tzft4dY/s640/093.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GkzlzkeSZbs/TiVOSDizWpI/AAAAAAAAEDU/GnmpyzXtb2Y/s1600/094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GkzlzkeSZbs/TiVOSDizWpI/AAAAAAAAEDU/GnmpyzXtb2Y/s400/094.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was pretty successful! Talking to complete strangers isn't as bad as I thought it would be. Sometimes all people need to open up is good food and coffee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and to join the harry potter fandom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nBlon-oPYws/TiVXF1oPbmI/AAAAAAAAEDY/9iZ8i5rxsao/s1600/sarah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nBlon-oPYws/TiVXF1oPbmI/AAAAAAAAEDY/9iZ8i5rxsao/s640/sarah.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a broom at our exhibition :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-2262193806330225157?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/2262193806330225157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=2262193806330225157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/2262193806330225157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/2262193806330225157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/07/cpc-surry-hills-art-exhibition.html' title='CPC Surry Hills Art Exhibition'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LCskFvKfO0k/TiVNJkkZ7TI/AAAAAAAAEC4/vXgg-o72aAc/s72-c/087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-5814914274709363599</id><published>2011-07-17T18:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T18:56:11.786+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Set fire to rain</title><content type='html'>I really like 60's mod style. Such a shame that it doesn't look good on Asians! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fashionblogstrend.com/modfashion9815089.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://fashionblogstrend.com/modfashion9815089.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8bXLKndeZrc/S4RAzQPL3cI/AAAAAAAAIhs/gV95DT0r_eE/s400/twig28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="355" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8bXLKndeZrc/S4RAzQPL3cI/AAAAAAAAIhs/gV95DT0r_eE/s400/twig28.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hU6IZtue_fQ/SnZli0Zh58I/AAAAAAAAAJw/UkEm7pm98q0/s400/mod_250x320.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hU6IZtue_fQ/SnZli0Zh58I/AAAAAAAAAJw/UkEm7pm98q0/s400/mod_250x320.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y1H5tPj3fwE/TI1BLXpjwcI/AAAAAAAAAIs/VEOSwSUSDxQ/s1600/mcqueen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Something else that I absolutely LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE! is medieval fashion. There's just something about those puffy skirts and dresses that illuminate femininity and the need for a knight in shining armour! Just something about the whole medieval era makes it seem like everything was a fairytale. Not saying that I would wear it, but it just seems cool! There are so many intricacies and really precise detailing on the gowns which you just don't find these days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tudorhistory.org/elizabeth/elizabeth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://tudorhistory.org/elizabeth/elizabeth.jpg" width="376" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://witneyman.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/golden19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://witneyman.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/golden19.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y1H5tPj3fwE/TI1BLXpjwcI/AAAAAAAAAIs/VEOSwSUSDxQ/s1600/mcqueen.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y1H5tPj3fwE/TI1BLXpjwcI/AAAAAAAAAIs/VEOSwSUSDxQ/s640/mcqueen.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-5814914274709363599?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/5814914274709363599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=5814914274709363599' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/5814914274709363599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/5814914274709363599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/07/set-fire-to-rain.html' title='Set fire to rain'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8bXLKndeZrc/S4RAzQPL3cI/AAAAAAAAIhs/gV95DT0r_eE/s72-c/twig28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-8294160143674106919</id><published>2011-07-14T10:51:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T21:18:02.029+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>PS. I LOVE YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I don't mean to throw this at you,&lt;br /&gt;but what do women want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I can't figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;They want us to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;They don't want us to ask. They want us&lt;br /&gt;to make a move, not make a move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;They want us to be on bottom, be on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Use hair products, don't use hair products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you people want?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you, but you have to promise&lt;br /&gt;not to say I told you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;- L... I swear.&lt;br /&gt;- Because it's a sacred secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sacred secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; You ready? You sure?&lt;br /&gt; Yeah. I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Come here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;We have absolutely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;...&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;no idea what we want.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;- I knew it! I knew that! Son of a bitch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;==========================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h_x55TjM6ZM/Th7QYf6NvEI/AAAAAAAAECs/DjjrSQgGA_w/s1600/monitor201107140008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h_x55TjM6ZM/Th7QYf6NvEI/AAAAAAAAECs/DjjrSQgGA_w/s320/monitor201107140008.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yc73EiTXL10/Th7P8KJNWGI/AAAAAAAAECo/tDMyfUpX-O8/s1600/image201107140001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;EDIT!&lt;br /&gt;I received free glasses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-8294160143674106919?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/8294160143674106919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=8294160143674106919' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/8294160143674106919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/8294160143674106919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/07/ps-i-love-you.html' title='PS. I LOVE YOU'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h_x55TjM6ZM/Th7QYf6NvEI/AAAAAAAAECs/DjjrSQgGA_w/s72-c/monitor201107140008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-5532250285534833290</id><published>2011-07-14T08:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T08:36:06.921+10:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid</title><content type='html'>I'm such a fool. Such a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-5532250285534833290?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/5532250285534833290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=5532250285534833290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/5532250285534833290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/5532250285534833290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/07/stupid.html' title='stupid'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-3760422265354018400</id><published>2011-07-11T23:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T23:49:57.695+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Chasing the wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bRNWzeXUBOM/Thr_ICK8FNI/AAAAAAAAECk/TCXlB8bDaHQ/s1600/image201102220002.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bRNWzeXUBOM/Thr_ICK8FNI/AAAAAAAAECk/TCXlB8bDaHQ/s320/image201102220002.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the foundation of everything you do?&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to question everything I do, what is my motive, purpose &amp;amp; goal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be completely honest I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing with my life? Am I one day going to look back on my life and think that all I was doing was chasing the wind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know seems to be the answer to everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-3760422265354018400?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/3760422265354018400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=3760422265354018400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/3760422265354018400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/3760422265354018400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/07/chasing-wind.html' title='Chasing the wind'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bRNWzeXUBOM/Thr_ICK8FNI/AAAAAAAAECk/TCXlB8bDaHQ/s72-c/image201102220002.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-2557625951448426143</id><published>2011-07-10T21:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T21:57:43.932+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>The End is near</title><content type='html'>I can see the end of this blog. One day I'll wake up and just delete everything or make it private because I'm sick of mapping my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you say? Because my life will probably cease to exist. This life at least. Life that is carnal. Life where I write in hopes to stir up conspiracy or entertain, perhaps even to create some laughs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long will I hold onto this? How long am I going to hold on to my past? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see everything and everyone slipping away from me as I let new people come into my life. Are the relationships still the same? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will I ever know? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now things feel like a twirl of I don't knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is one thing about this blog I am completely sure of and that it is YOU (yes you, the one reading this)&amp;nbsp; I love to entertain.&lt;br /&gt;Whether you are someone who I've known for ages, someone that I've just met, someone I don't even know. It is YOU that I appreciate the most! Sometimes I feel like I never get the chance to really demonstrate how much I miss everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not talk to you or even see you at all these days but keep in mind that you have all made some kind of impact in my life that I am grateful for. I might not express myself that well but really - we need to catch up, for reals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest though, I fear awkwardness. I fear retribution. I fear pain. I fear so many things.&lt;br /&gt;I also fear confrontation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will take the first step? My strength is fleeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does is bother you? Because it bothers me - the idea that one day we will be strangers again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-2557625951448426143?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/2557625951448426143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=2557625951448426143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/2557625951448426143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/2557625951448426143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/07/end-is-near.html' title='The End is near'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-3013713196766301103</id><published>2011-07-02T11:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T11:42:00.407+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Presents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gyGfAhYdIKw/Tg52wNGSrCI/AAAAAAAAECg/fcy5HTsSTJw/s1600/image201107020001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gyGfAhYdIKw/Tg52wNGSrCI/AAAAAAAAECg/fcy5HTsSTJw/s640/image201107020001.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So.. I've gotten a lot of random presents before, but this.. is by far the weirdest/funniest present I've received! Apparently that's a drawing of me, drawn by Josh Lee and framed by Patrick Lai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck guys?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched TF3 on Thursday. The movie is .. okay I guess, its entertaining but kind of long. 1.5 hours in and my butt already hurt. Once again the main character is utterly useless and there's a pretty girl that's just there to look pretty. I think I like looking at her more than Megan Fox running slowmo haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-3013713196766301103?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/3013713196766301103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=3013713196766301103' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/3013713196766301103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/3013713196766301103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/07/presents.html' title='Presents'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gyGfAhYdIKw/Tg52wNGSrCI/AAAAAAAAECg/fcy5HTsSTJw/s72-c/image201107020001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-4850405013281468000</id><published>2011-06-30T19:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T19:39:08.923+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>We only got one world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ROJkVGCtVdQ/TgxCNJ0t5-I/AAAAAAAAECM/_QLSKit9Av8/s1600/DSC07244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ROJkVGCtVdQ/TgxCNJ0t5-I/AAAAAAAAECM/_QLSKit9Av8/s640/DSC07244.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PZS6KFGHZCA/TgxCbdUzVBI/AAAAAAAAECQ/UkvIUdKniWo/s1600/DSC07275.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PZS6KFGHZCA/TgxCbdUzVBI/AAAAAAAAECQ/UkvIUdKniWo/s640/DSC07275.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had so much fun over the past few days. I thought I would just leave you guys with some photos from Newcastle. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-4850405013281468000?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/4850405013281468000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=4850405013281468000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/4850405013281468000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/4850405013281468000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/06/we-only-got-one-world.html' title='We only got one world.'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ROJkVGCtVdQ/TgxCNJ0t5-I/AAAAAAAAECM/_QLSKit9Av8/s72-c/DSC07244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-4493361854014286217</id><published>2011-06-29T20:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T20:19:23.789+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Songs</title><content type='html'>Do you guys think songs define your personality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend recently brought this up and she said that if that were true, all she thinks about is depressing break ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I recall properly, my most played song used to be We Belong Together - Mariah Carey, however I think it has been overtaken by Chasing Pavements - Adele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this was true then everyone's personality would be something to do with love. I mean, who's going to write a song about a cat? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having a few revelations in my life over the past few days. At one stage I was so baffled as to what to do that I resorted to flipping a coin. To tell or not to tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st : not tell&lt;br /&gt;2nd : tell&lt;br /&gt;3rd : tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... upon reflection, I should only take the first flip because the next two were done because I was dissatisfied with the first flip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-4493361854014286217?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/4493361854014286217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=4493361854014286217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/4493361854014286217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/4493361854014286217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/06/songs.html' title='Songs'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-646870215645894900</id><published>2011-06-25T14:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T14:07:00.532+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>I just can't stop it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SoZByf34vb8/TgVegeO8kBI/AAAAAAAAECI/40-NIvTCvcI/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SoZByf34vb8/TgVegeO8kBI/AAAAAAAAECI/40-NIvTCvcI/s640/003.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like there is an irrepressible gap growing between us. Scratch that, not sometimes, always. It has become so deep and dark, to the point where a conversation won't last more than a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it is inevitable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So many people enter and leave your life! Hundreds of thousands of  people! You have to keep the door open so they can come in! But it also  means you have to let them go..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I can't believe I'm 19 already! I was 14 when I started this blog!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-646870215645894900?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/646870215645894900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=646870215645894900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/646870215645894900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/646870215645894900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-just-cant-stop-it.html' title='I just can&apos;t stop it.'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SoZByf34vb8/TgVegeO8kBI/AAAAAAAAECI/40-NIvTCvcI/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-2055489115472711939</id><published>2011-06-21T10:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T10:32:26.637+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><title type='text'>Four faces</title><content type='html'>Freedom!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY, after an excruciating semester of uni, exams are over and I can officially rest until July 26th. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and by rest I mean work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate my job anymore! Well at least not yet? Perhaps when it begins to get really mundane then I'll hate it, but until then it's not too bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, since freedom day I've been basically bludging a lot, watching a lot of tv, playing a lot of facebook games and reading (yes.. I read! I really do.)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me to this question :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are your four most common faces? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(by faces I mean facial expressions) &lt;br /&gt;Here's a little depiction of my four. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kT-Jbmy2UIA/Tf_jeSorTGI/AAAAAAAAECE/VdfZP88CJYg/s1600/myfourfaces.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kT-Jbmy2UIA/Tf_jeSorTGI/AAAAAAAAECE/VdfZP88CJYg/s400/myfourfaces.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. Pretty self explanatory! This is usually my face when I shop online and put everything in my basket and then ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Top right face. That's usually my face. I'm serious, as in that's my natural face. I often get the comment : "Oh I thought you hated me because you kept glaring at me!" or "Are you okay? You look really angry?". It's not like I want to look angry 24/7!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bottom left face. Lack of sleep or just early mornings in general and when I need to study... zZ&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Bottom right face. When I'm enjoying myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and in case you wanted to know why I suddenly started analysing faces, it's because I've been watching a lot of Lie to Me. I can't believe Fox cancelled it! It's such a good show!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-2055489115472711939?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/2055489115472711939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=2055489115472711939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/2055489115472711939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/2055489115472711939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/06/four-faces.html' title='Four faces'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kT-Jbmy2UIA/Tf_jeSorTGI/AAAAAAAAECE/VdfZP88CJYg/s72-c/myfourfaces.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-6904759594227309311</id><published>2011-06-15T21:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T21:12:32.695+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><title type='text'>Very good advice</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Srn0xkXTSgs" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I listened earlier I wouldn't be here. But but.. that's just the trouble with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give myself very good advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;But I very seldom follow it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-6904759594227309311?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/6904759594227309311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=6904759594227309311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/6904759594227309311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/6904759594227309311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/06/very-good-advice.html' title='Very good advice'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Srn0xkXTSgs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-2687951094754977962</id><published>2011-05-24T17:32:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T17:33:25.864+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><title type='text'>Hello and Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f7XGxNMLRtU/TdteqbLciII/AAAAAAAAEBw/aUPF7WtvIsc/s1600/photo+%25283%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f7XGxNMLRtU/TdteqbLciII/AAAAAAAAEBw/aUPF7WtvIsc/s640/photo+%25283%2529.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I said I would update my blog post below but I never did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consequences of leaving things to the last minute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a talk with my mum recently about how I've been feeling about uni work and stuff. I've been doing things at my own pace and it has paid off.. for some subjects. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been over committing which has been making my other marks suffer. a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically I've been kinda spooked about the fact that I don't care about my marks, not competitive and I'm pretty much happy when I don't fail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me that its okay to not care sometimes but when it comes to marks you should care because you want to do your best in everything so you have no regrets later on. Definitely something I needed to hear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since exams are approaching at lightning speed, I am going to retire from this blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that it was really alive anyways but be right back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. I read a short story in the coop bookshop about a fat man. The man was so fat that the waitress serving him couldn't stop looking at him. And then all of a sudden she felt fat because the waitress next to her was skinnier than her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-2687951094754977962?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/2687951094754977962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=2687951094754977962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/2687951094754977962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/2687951094754977962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/05/hello-and-goodbye.html' title='Hello and Goodbye'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f7XGxNMLRtU/TdteqbLciII/AAAAAAAAEBw/aUPF7WtvIsc/s72-c/photo+%25283%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-7727647403416625787</id><published>2011-05-15T07:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T07:57:22.965+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Baptism</title><content type='html'>Hallelujah, Lord your wonders never cease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the train right now, on the way to church for a last minute WIS(worship in song) session with my wonderful brothers and sisters in Christ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is baptism and what does it mean to me?&lt;br /&gt;Getting baptized is a public proclamation of my love for Christ. I don't care if you think I'm a crazy Jesus freak. I am tired of hiding what I believe because of the world. I am exhausted from constantly trying prove myself to the world. Whether it be by marks, university degree, work. What is the point of all of this? &lt;br /&gt;What can I take to my grave? &lt;br /&gt;What in this life could mean anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued.. Internet sucks on the train&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-7727647403416625787?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/7727647403416625787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=7727647403416625787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/7727647403416625787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/7727647403416625787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/05/baptism.html' title='Baptism'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-9152856823474717707</id><published>2011-05-14T11:59:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T11:59:30.278+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow marks the end of an era and the start of a new one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-9152856823474717707?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/9152856823474717707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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this way</title><content type='html'>Lady Gaga's song and the new Glee episode has really got my brain racking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were people really born how they are? or was it a combination of surroundings and exposure to things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were we all functioned to procrastinate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what I'm doing right now even though I have my contracts book open?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps life is like a contract. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offer : parents&lt;br /&gt;Acceptance : the deed&lt;br /&gt;Consideration : taking care of child and conceiving child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-7101166444867265414?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/7101166444867265414/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-7795670404628269108</id><published>2011-04-25T01:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T01:11:25.930+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Cake</title><content type='html'>food because I'm hungry and I don't think I've posted these up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g5UrXcW7Xxc/TbQ85s0axfI/AAAAAAAAEBk/p4Kj4Bpnr7U/s1600/058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g5UrXcW7Xxc/TbQ85s0axfI/AAAAAAAAEBk/p4Kj4Bpnr7U/s640/058.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g5UrXcW7Xxc/TbQ85s0axfI/AAAAAAAAEBk/p4Kj4Bpnr7U/s72-c/058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-4803227332408404831</id><published>2011-04-23T16:43:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T16:44:35.210+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>The grave days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7CEY4jcRtEU/TbJ0t0ucpeI/AAAAAAAAEBg/-3eLFBOMlAM/s1600/photo+%25281%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7CEY4jcRtEU/TbJ0t0ucpeI/AAAAAAAAEBg/-3eLFBOMlAM/s640/photo+%25281%2529.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to pay respects to my deceased grandfather today at Rookwood Cemetery. I hated it, it was raining heavily and cold and the place was quite dirty. On top of that we burnt incense which I really dislike because it smells terrible and clogs up my lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I found even more disturbing was the amount of rubbish near the graves. I find it hilarious how people would steal the flower stands from my grandfather's grave. Whats the point? it wont even fit in your flower pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBkWmx-dkwA/TbJ0r7t4M7I/AAAAAAAAEBc/8VGKx7UyIyI/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBkWmx-dkwA/TbJ0r7t4M7I/AAAAAAAAEBc/8VGKx7UyIyI/s640/photo.JPG" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7CEY4jcRtEU/TbJ0t0ucpeI/AAAAAAAAEBg/-3eLFBOMlAM/s1600/photo+%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh and why is there rubbish near the graves? isn't that disrespectful? Very funny considering they are all Asian graves and most people who go are Asians who go to pay respects to the dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-4803227332408404831?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/4803227332408404831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=4803227332408404831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/4803227332408404831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/4803227332408404831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/04/grave-days.html' title='The grave days'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7CEY4jcRtEU/TbJ0t0ucpeI/AAAAAAAAEBg/-3eLFBOMlAM/s72-c/photo+%25281%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-1544068581453820107</id><published>2011-04-21T19:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T19:14:30.772+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><title type='text'>Things I love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RsAyNsJj7Rc/Ta_1LARPxMI/AAAAAAAAEBY/FIm8KV6BvE4/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RsAyNsJj7Rc/Ta_1LARPxMI/AAAAAAAAEBY/FIm8KV6BvE4/s1600/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love you!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-1544068581453820107?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/1544068581453820107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=1544068581453820107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/1544068581453820107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/1544068581453820107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/04/things-i-love.html' title='Things I love'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RsAyNsJj7Rc/Ta_1LARPxMI/AAAAAAAAEBY/FIm8KV6BvE4/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-2004422137878404137</id><published>2011-04-10T23:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T23:13:15.965+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><title type='text'>Simplicities of Life</title><content type='html'>For the past few hours I have been slaving over my work. However at the end of the day I feel somewhat satisfied. Time to relax!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uihQpOg6hTs/TaGqg6S9AUI/AAAAAAAAEBE/kjlJilXL-OI/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uihQpOg6hTs/TaGqg6S9AUI/AAAAAAAAEBE/kjlJilXL-OI/s1600/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a__NZFv5dD0/TaGqh7fdPRI/AAAAAAAAEBI/ZH0gv2dFD3M/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a__NZFv5dD0/TaGqh7fdPRI/AAAAAAAAEBI/ZH0gv2dFD3M/s1600/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V2qc_wPgLeg/TaGqi7VCi2I/AAAAAAAAEBM/7-n-VTVl_sY/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V2qc_wPgLeg/TaGqi7VCi2I/AAAAAAAAEBM/7-n-VTVl_sY/s1600/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm addicted to instagram..&lt;br /&gt;Anyways today was City of Sydney's garage sale day! As we were walking around the alleys and backdoors of Surry Hills we stumbled across this little (persian?) cat! It was just standing around in the sun doing.. I don't know what, but when it saw us, it quickly walked over just to nuzzle up against our legs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cat just wanted some loving! And it was just a simple gesture like that from a cat that made me go awww.&lt;br /&gt;The cat was sorta ugly though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while it started pouring so all the stores closed and I went home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-2004422137878404137?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/2004422137878404137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=2004422137878404137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/2004422137878404137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/2004422137878404137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/04/simplicities-of-life.html' title='Simplicities of Life'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uihQpOg6hTs/TaGqg6S9AUI/AAAAAAAAEBE/kjlJilXL-OI/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-6034494793542087842</id><published>2011-04-09T12:38:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T18:05:54.958+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>The most memorable day of your life</title><content type='html'>What is the most memorable day of your life to date? For me, I'm not sure which day it was. My first time performing a piece for piano? The moment I received a gba for Christmas? Going to Japan? Meeting Sachi? Graduation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To many the most memorable day is the day they get married. As I sit on the train, halfway to Richie and Tien's wedding, I can't seem to shake off the anticipation that maybe one day I might experience such a memorable moment as well. I know what you're thinking right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"aren't you the girl that thought marriage = game over?" (&lt;a href="http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2009/10/gameover.html"&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm still that girl except it is only human to feel excitement. Excitement that a day will be dedicated to you and the person of your choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I continue contemplating this I overhear a stupid conversation between three guys : all drinking alcohol on the train and smoking, about their wives. How can someone who can't even read signs or respect the public have the veracity to propose? Sentences strung with the f-word and BROO and BRAHH. How did The proposal sound like??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey bitch f-ing marry me will you?"&lt;br /&gt;And then if he wanted to invite people how would he do it?&lt;br /&gt;"hey bro come to my fully sick wedding?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them just vomited on the train. That's freaking disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding was wonderful and humorous (courtesy of James Fong and his Seinfield quote). &lt;br /&gt;I loved the random RNB music by Last Minute! It was so corny, yet so fitting!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_e6ErHEcWh4/TaASoiXTqUI/AAAAAAAAEAw/XvbjF4XXKAg/s1600/tien%2527s+wedding+020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L5NWMvXeS0c/TaASr4NeNrI/AAAAAAAAEA8/AA6ZScKJCQ8/s1600/tien%2527s+wedding+036.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L5NWMvXeS0c/TaASr4NeNrI/AAAAAAAAEA8/AA6ZScKJCQ8/s1600/tien%2527s+wedding+036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-213bTVvsDRI/TaASqIyVk0I/AAAAAAAAEA0/vioiZ-gj_HM/s1600/tien%2527s+wedding+023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-213bTVvsDRI/TaASqIyVk0I/AAAAAAAAEA0/vioiZ-gj_HM/s1600/tien%2527s+wedding+023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-71y6Q4OG8dk/TaASq6lJK_I/AAAAAAAAEA4/Msq19PgXUuw/s1600/tien%2527s+wedding+035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-71y6Q4OG8dk/TaASq6lJK_I/AAAAAAAAEA4/Msq19PgXUuw/s1600/tien%2527s+wedding+035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L5NWMvXeS0c/TaASr4NeNrI/AAAAAAAAEA8/AA6ZScKJCQ8/s1600/tien%2527s+wedding+036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_e6ErHEcWh4/TaASoiXTqUI/AAAAAAAAEAw/XvbjF4XXKAg/s1600/tien%2527s+wedding+020.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_e6ErHEcWh4/TaASoiXTqUI/AAAAAAAAEAw/XvbjF4XXKAg/s1600/tien%2527s+wedding+020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qQTk9GBSnzY/TaASvNeqluI/AAAAAAAAEBA/ewCksy1ut20/s1600/tien%2527s+wedding+038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qQTk9GBSnzY/TaASvNeqluI/AAAAAAAAEBA/ewCksy1ut20/s1600/tien%2527s+wedding+038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I'm going to marry him when I grow up"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-6034494793542087842?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/6034494793542087842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=6034494793542087842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/6034494793542087842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/6034494793542087842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/04/most-memorable-day-of-your-life.html' title='The most memorable day of your life'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L5NWMvXeS0c/TaASr4NeNrI/AAAAAAAAEA8/AA6ZScKJCQ8/s72-c/tien%2527s+wedding+036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-4838186652937109608</id><published>2011-04-02T11:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T11:49:24.207+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neyo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usher'/><title type='text'>Back in the days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Poz68CbZcDg/TZZt8s1VF6I/AAAAAAAAEAs/pRTkdK9Gc9o/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Poz68CbZcDg/TZZt8s1VF6I/AAAAAAAAEAs/pRTkdK9Gc9o/s1600/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish we could travel back in time and relive old memories, or just relive our lives in a different era. I remember reading about times where people used to watch concerts which didn't consist of epic dancing and singing but rather opera and orchestral brilliance. I'm not saying that dancing and singing isn't impressive or entertaining, I'm just saying that I wish I had the opportunity to live in an era that appreciated real musical harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days 'popular music' has morphed into a string of bad lyrics and insanely catchy beats. The catchy beats really get to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for example Ke$ha lyrics : &lt;br /&gt;"Coming out of your mouth with your blah blah blah" &lt;br /&gt;"Don't be a little bitch with your chitchat"&lt;br /&gt;"Just show me where you're dicks at" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say what?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never realised those lyrics until I really started paying attention to the lyrics. Other than that I just bop along to the beat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In saying that, USHER CONCERT WAS THE BOMB! &lt;br /&gt;We had The Potbelleez perform at first. I liked the lighting and stuff but I guess they're not really my type of music. EXCEPT when they play Don't Hold Back. They were really energetic, jumping around and everything except I felt the main guy looked a bit awkward holding his guitar while attempting to jump without smashing it. They're pretty good vocally, but I didn't like the Brittish chick who started rapping halfway in Don't Hold Back. But that's just me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we had an hour intermission because Trey Songz went home. What a bum, I felt ripped off because he was at 3/4 shows and we all paid the same price. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah not to mention we were sitting sort of close-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after about an hour USHER came out! After singing a song he really really slowly peeled off his gloves and man the girls were going crazy with anticipation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking : TAKE OFF THE DAMN GLOVE ALREADY I WANT TO HEAR YOU SING!!&lt;br /&gt;Usher is really good at dancing and singing in tune. I felt like I got my money's worth because he wasn't lip syncing *cough* Britney *cough* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite songs/acts from his concert were &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;More - this was so epic, it was pitch black and there was a bit of a wait.. i think like a minute or something and then all of a sudden you hear Usher's voice going "SYDNEY DO YOU WANT MORE?!" and BAM!! LIGHTS, FIREWORKS, AND MORE!! (no pun intended)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Usher 'true fan' medly - although I didn't get all of the songs, I was proud because I knew most of them, especially since most of the songs we're released when I was about 7 years old.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Burn - one of my all time favourite songs by Usher and he delivered it pretty well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DJs got us falling in love again - this was a really good break from all the slow songs and got us all on our feet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;What I didn't like was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;O.M.G - I guess I just don't really like this song, its way too repetitive and I can't sing along with it because its TOO LOW. Also, it wasn't energetic enough for an ending, I think O.M.G should have been first because its the OMG Concert and More should have been last because we wanted MORE!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; When he picked a chick to go up on stage - enough said, jealousy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The hour break because I was bored and getting sleepy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The annoying teenage girls behind us who kept screaming and going "what song is this? I don't know it, he should sing more recent songs". Actually who am I to complain, I'm a teenager too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;If I was to pick between Usher and Neyo conert (Winterbeatz), I think I enjoyed Neyo concert more because he interacted with the audience a lot more. Not saying that Usher didn't do that, just that the only way he interacted with us was by taking his clothes off (not that its bad..) and saying to the audience SING YEAHHHH and we would echo YEAHHHH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I had to endure all this annoying stuff at Neyo concert, he sang all of my favourite songs which is probably why I enjoyed it more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read about Neyo click &lt;a href="http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2010/07/winterbeatz.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-4838186652937109608?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/4838186652937109608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=4838186652937109608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/4838186652937109608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/4838186652937109608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/04/back-in-days.html' title='Back in the days'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Poz68CbZcDg/TZZt8s1VF6I/AAAAAAAAEAs/pRTkdK9Gc9o/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-8830252208269644869</id><published>2011-04-02T00:06:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T14:05:29.443+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><title type='text'>Sometimes I feel like</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NW9QSnziJYw/TZXM_y-T8uI/AAAAAAAAEAo/hgxQx0nNp5g/s1600/CYA+disney+party+013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NW9QSnziJYw/TZXM_y-T8uI/AAAAAAAAEAo/hgxQx0nNp5g/s1600/CYA+disney+party+013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting my hands up in the air. &lt;br /&gt;I've been playing with my iPhone a lot lately. I must say, definitely one of the best decisions I've made about phones in a while. :) &lt;br /&gt;At first I was really hesitant to get it because &lt;br /&gt;1. It is quite expensive compared to some others. &lt;br /&gt;2. Everyone has it &lt;br /&gt;3. There's androids for cheaper &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after playing with it for two whole days, its actually quite handy. There are a lot of apps that I'm sure you can get on android but it looks so much nicer on iPhone!! aesthetically pleasing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-8830252208269644869?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/8830252208269644869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=8830252208269644869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/8830252208269644869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/8830252208269644869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/04/sometimes-i-feel-like.html' title='Sometimes I feel like'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NW9QSnziJYw/TZXM_y-T8uI/AAAAAAAAEAo/hgxQx0nNp5g/s72-c/CYA+disney+party+013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-2286858215018765589</id><published>2011-03-27T20:20:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T20:20:19.795+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><title type='text'>Speechless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oezGCYUuNU4/TY8BNeUwyAI/AAAAAAAAEAk/fZRFIG_HyLI/s1600/rage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oezGCYUuNU4/TY8BNeUwyAI/AAAAAAAAEAk/fZRFIG_HyLI/s640/rage.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-2286858215018765589?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/2286858215018765589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=2286858215018765589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/2286858215018765589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/2286858215018765589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/03/speechless.html' title='Speechless'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oezGCYUuNU4/TY8BNeUwyAI/AAAAAAAAEAk/fZRFIG_HyLI/s72-c/rage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-8384812124302047997</id><published>2011-03-24T16:51:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T16:51:03.043+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><title type='text'>♥♥♥</title><content type='html'>Father, Father, Father, Help us.. &lt;br /&gt;Send some guidance from above &lt;br /&gt;Because people got me, got me questioning.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;where is the love? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-8384812124302047997?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/8384812124302047997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=8384812124302047997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/8384812124302047997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/8384812124302047997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title='♥♥♥'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-4787158256988011491</id><published>2011-03-19T16:24:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T16:25:07.244+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><title type='text'>When?</title><content type='html'>When do we know when to stop? When do things get too much? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When does the line between leisure and work start to become blurry? Many would argue that it becomes blurry when work overpowers leisure so much that it just becomes work. Others would say it becomes blurry when you begin to love what you do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think right now everyone really needs to step back and just think about what they really enjoy and how they can be enhancing those skills. I think I can safely say that all the extracurricular I am doing, I'm really loving! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I don't have some awesome picture to add with this post but I'll leave you with a youtube vid instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CD2LRROpph0" title="YouTube video player" width="540"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a pimple on her face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get down on Friday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i hate this song)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-4787158256988011491?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/4787158256988011491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=4787158256988011491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/4787158256988011491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/4787158256988011491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/03/when.html' title='When?'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/CD2LRROpph0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-8253904927354999839</id><published>2011-03-18T23:38:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T23:38:34.335+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth group'/><title type='text'>Rice fail</title><content type='html'>So.. today at youth group we had a bit of a rice complication due to some miscommunications.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend Jordan thought I said to make 14 cups of rice using the BIG cup when in actual fact I said to make 14 cups of rice with the small cup in the BIG rice cooker. I was in woolies at the time and there was probably some sort of connection error. When he asked small or big? I probably thought he was referring to the rice cookers and he probably thought I was talking about the cups. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which led me to say BIG BIG BIG! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-0gcq7rO7TKw/TYNRh4P1aOI/AAAAAAAAEAE/dt9ix8tocwc/s1600/P180311_16.43.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-0gcq7rO7TKw/TYNRh4P1aOI/AAAAAAAAEAE/dt9ix8tocwc/s1600/P180311_16.43.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Which landed us with 3 rice cookers full of rice... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ShHaGyHASX4/TYNRiCRg-EI/AAAAAAAAEAI/IPTJladnocI/s1600/P180311_16.43%255B01%255D.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ShHaGyHASX4/TYNRiCRg-EI/AAAAAAAAEAI/IPTJladnocI/s1600/P180311_16.43%255B01%255D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-p6ruO6cpA_I/TYNRim2z0mI/AAAAAAAAEAM/8WXu2znWc2E/s1600/P180311_16.44%255B01%255D.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-p6ruO6cpA_I/TYNRim2z0mI/AAAAAAAAEAM/8WXu2znWc2E/s1600/P180311_16.44%255B01%255D.JPG" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and it was if that fail wasn't bad enough! &lt;br /&gt;While we were washing up Jordan chucked a plate into my dirty oily pot which landed perfectly... in the pot and got stuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-CIzUGIKariU/TYNRizwK5MI/AAAAAAAAEAQ/2pSj454cLmk/s1600/P180311_18.37.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-CIzUGIKariU/TYNRizwK5MI/AAAAAAAAEAQ/2pSj454cLmk/s1600/P180311_18.37.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh the joys I get from cooking with CPC people on Friday nights :). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-8253904927354999839?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/8253904927354999839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=8253904927354999839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/8253904927354999839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/8253904927354999839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/03/rice-fail.html' title='Rice fail'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-0gcq7rO7TKw/TYNRh4P1aOI/AAAAAAAAEAE/dt9ix8tocwc/s72-c/P180311_16.43.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-8026352075496467253</id><published>2011-03-16T19:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T19:55:37.203+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><title type='text'>Mad Hatter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-BXnUTso2x28/TYBuVd1TEXI/AAAAAAAAD_w/QnotZJcsCyo/s1600/DSC05573.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hai guys! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've noticed recently in Australian fashion is the resurfacing popularity of hats! Now I'm definitely not a hat person because personally I think they're a bit of a hassle. I mean you get hat hair and then if your hat is big you bump into people and then sometimes it gets blown away or you have to carry it and it doesn't fit in your bag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However! when my friends and I get a little silly we like to try on quirky hats and sometimes (very rarely) but sometimes! the hat actually looks good and I think to myself - I really want to get this hat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that happened when I went shopping at DFO with my best buddies Steph and Vicky a while back. We were walking around DFO and I saw a boater hat for $5 and I tried it on and I really liked it! :D (there was a lot of persuading from Steph and not so much from Vicky :P) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point is, hats are so troublesome! That boater hat is now collecting dust in my closet and I believe I've only worn it out twice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correction! my hat got passed around more people have worn it than I have. &lt;br /&gt;I haven't been online shopping today or shopping in general :). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw. university sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EcyH1zmK5TU/TYBvjV0XMRI/AAAAAAAAEAA/WtCNK5IvJO0/s1600/DSC05664.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EcyH1zmK5TU/TYBvjV0XMRI/AAAAAAAAEAA/WtCNK5IvJO0/s320/DSC05664.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ez0qZhhkNwo/TYBuni5A3LI/AAAAAAAAD_0/iQB52iFtAGM/s1600/DSC05611.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ez0qZhhkNwo/TYBuni5A3LI/AAAAAAAAD_0/iQB52iFtAGM/s320/DSC05611.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-NXBzcanoPDU/TYBvNQ0SMYI/AAAAAAAAD_8/dMj55mwyUhY/s1600/DSC05615.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-NXBzcanoPDU/TYBvNQ0SMYI/AAAAAAAAD_8/dMj55mwyUhY/s320/DSC05615.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-BXnUTso2x28/TYBuVd1TEXI/AAAAAAAAD_w/QnotZJcsCyo/s1600/DSC05573.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-BXnUTso2x28/TYBuVd1TEXI/AAAAAAAAD_w/QnotZJcsCyo/s320/DSC05573.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-8026352075496467253?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/8026352075496467253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=8026352075496467253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/8026352075496467253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/8026352075496467253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/03/mad-hatter.html' title='Mad Hatter'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EcyH1zmK5TU/TYBvjV0XMRI/AAAAAAAAEAA/WtCNK5IvJO0/s72-c/DSC05664.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-1856624926409606324</id><published>2011-03-14T23:42:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T23:42:05.969+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 day challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.asos.com/inv/media/8/7/6/1/1331678/image4xxl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay so I haven't updated for around 4 days so I'll make up with this post! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I really need these things? I guess not NOW but WHEN?!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pictures courtesy of &lt;a href="http://asos.com/"&gt;ASOS.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.asos.com/inv/media/8/7/6/1/1331678/image4xxl.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.asos.com/inv/z/23/158/1119918/image4xxl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://images.asos.com/inv/z/23/158/1119918/image4xxl.jpg" width="312" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.asos.com/inv/z/23/158/1119918/image2xxl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://images.asos.com/inv/z/23/158/1119918/image2xxl.jpg" width="312" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;ASOS Crochet Stripe Waist Dress - $28.84&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;Vero Moda Wide Peter Pan Collar 60's Shift Dress - $ 39.66&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;ASOS '60s Mac With Contrast Trim - $135.19&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;River Island Belted City Shorts - $63.07&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;ASOS 70s Floppy Felt Hat - $45.06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyways.. that adds up to a &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Total : $311.82&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I really really like the red/orange coat and the floppy hat! Except I reckon I wouldn't be game enough to wear the hat. However I would DEFINITELY!! wear the coat because its so gorgeous and vibrant in colour! COLOUR!! WOOT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-1856624926409606324?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/1856624926409606324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=1856624926409606324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/1856624926409606324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/1856624926409606324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-6.html' title='Day 6'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-6654922092584432575</id><published>2011-03-10T23:51:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T23:51:48.374+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 day challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 2 of shopping ban</title><content type='html'>This shopping ban is becoming harder and harder by the day. :( &lt;br /&gt;I walked into Wittner today because they were having a sale and saw these incredibly cute flats! &lt;br /&gt;Oh I want!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wittner.com.au/shoes/flats/kilton-red-buttermilk-patent-leather.html"&gt;Kilton Flats&lt;/a&gt; : &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;$129.95&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at Wittner &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-89DiGz0X9d0/TXjDJuXbZ7I/AAAAAAAAD_k/RJDZdojgeyU/s1600/shoes.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-89DiGz0X9d0/TXjDJuXbZ7I/AAAAAAAAD_k/RJDZdojgeyU/s320/shoes.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wittner.com.au/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/k/i/kilton-l.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://www.wittner.com.au/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/k/i/kilton-l.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;... and because I like Blair Waldorf..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ny-image3.etsy.com/il_570xN.169508579.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://ny-image3.etsy.com/il_570xN.169508579.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;add an extra &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;$11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Which = $141 saved for later use..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-6654922092584432575?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/6654922092584432575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=6654922092584432575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/6654922092584432575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/6654922092584432575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-2-of-shopping-ban.html' title='Day 2 of shopping ban'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-89DiGz0X9d0/TXjDJuXbZ7I/AAAAAAAAD_k/RJDZdojgeyU/s72-c/shoes.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-6953407429938010378</id><published>2011-03-09T19:05:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T19:05:43.668+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 day challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 1 of shopping ban</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gravitypope.com/shoes/melissa/12180_0_3_700.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://www.gravitypope.com/shoes/melissa/12180_0_3_700.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gravitypope.com/shoes/melissa/14142_0_2_700.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" src="http://www.gravitypope.com/shoes/melissa/14142_0_2_700.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to get these Vivienne Westwood Melissa boots for SO LONG ALREADY! &lt;br /&gt;So I figured that I they could wait 100 more days. &lt;br /&gt;Some people think they're ugly but I think they're extremo cute! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAVED FOR FUTURE USE : $160&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-6953407429938010378?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/6953407429938010378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=6953407429938010378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/6953407429938010378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/6953407429938010378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-1-of-shopping-ban.html' title='Day 1 of shopping ban'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-5271715746735482161</id><published>2011-03-09T01:14:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T01:14:55.616+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano'/><title type='text'>Les Freres</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qVs_uqRiU54" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw these musical geniuses live yesterday. Upfront and close. &lt;br /&gt;The younger brother's fingers move so freaking fast! unbelievable!! hands like went blurry and omgsh!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-5271715746735482161?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/5271715746735482161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=5271715746735482161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/5271715746735482161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/5271715746735482161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/03/les-freres.html' title='Les Freres'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qVs_uqRiU54/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-6524686108377979350</id><published>2011-03-08T19:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T19:32:49.056+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Long gone and moved on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://adrianozumbo.com/components/com_virtuemart/shop_image/product/resized/v8_diesel_4d65f45396746_200x200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://adrianozumbo.com/components/com_virtuemart/shop_image/product/resized/v8_diesel_4d65f45396746_200x200.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm eating like the nicest/most spectacular/probably most expensive/awesome cake ever. Adriano Zumbo BLACK V8 cake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"V8 Diesel - Flourless chocolate, Chocolate crunch, Burnt choc brulee, Choc macaron, Choc jelly, Choc creamaux, Choc chantilly."&lt;/blockquote&gt;absolutely delicioussssssssssssssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go on a challenge. I'm not going to buy any clothes for 100 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-6524686108377979350?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/6524686108377979350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=6524686108377979350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/6524686108377979350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/6524686108377979350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/03/long-gone-and-moved-on.html' title='Long gone and moved on.'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-6997075985091073651</id><published>2011-03-06T09:25:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T09:25:50.581+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Incase you were wondering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jiLsBLaOvzE/SosVzNwj9iI/AAAAAAAABsY/Nwez1CwRzI0/s400/zodiac+star+signs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jiLsBLaOvzE/SosVzNwj9iI/AAAAAAAABsY/Nwez1CwRzI0/s400/zodiac+star+signs.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gah! I'm supposed to be at church right now but I woke up too late! Sigh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways I was just reading something about star signs. It got me thinking, are they real? or just a load of rubbish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a gemini and I guess its pretty accurate. At the same time, its probably just a random generalization of things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #484748; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Those born under the zodiac of Gemini are intelligent and witty. Yet somehow they end up completely confused and clueless. They need new things to keep them stimulated, as they get bored too quickly. Born under the sign of the twins, Geminis live a carefree life with lots of new moves thrown in. They are quite sensitive, especially towards the suffering of the others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-6997075985091073651?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/6997075985091073651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=6997075985091073651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/6997075985091073651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/6997075985091073651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/03/incase-you-were-wondering.html' title='Incase you were wondering'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jiLsBLaOvzE/SosVzNwj9iI/AAAAAAAABsY/Nwez1CwRzI0/s72-c/zodiac+star+signs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-4535278917774470063</id><published>2011-03-05T11:16:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T11:17:54.074+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><title type='text'>If I ever feel better</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KuaNZc2ZdTE/TXAmXJdDVkI/AAAAAAAAD_U/KPt6iCzHBLM/s1600/monkey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KuaNZc2ZdTE/TXAmXJdDVkI/AAAAAAAAD_U/KPt6iCzHBLM/s400/monkey.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say we evolved from these creatures, some say we weren't. The main issue isn't whether we were once monkeys, but the fact that we all act like delirious monkeys &lt;b&gt;now&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen or heard a woman screaming at her kids in the shopping centre? &lt;br /&gt;You immediately assume shes &lt;i&gt;crazy&lt;/i&gt;.. and that you would &lt;i&gt;never do that to your kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Do you only want to a pursue a career because its going to make you a lot of moolah? &lt;br /&gt;NOW isn't THAT &lt;i&gt;crazy&lt;/i&gt;? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can money be so great that it can satisfy all your needs? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that during our prime (decision making) age, we should really consider the facts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Am I going to burn out and hate my life?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Will I become a grumpy old fart in the near future?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What do I want to do?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Personally I find the third question the hardest to answer, so I have made a list of all the things I want to do/become or wanted at one stage.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;start my own business&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;become a brilliant criminal lawyer&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;become a brilliant medical lawyer&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;become a doctor&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;become a psychiatrist&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;become a dentist &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;become a successful entrepreneur&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;write a best selling book&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;become a concert pianist&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;become a concert violinist&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;become a project manager&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;become a web designer&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;become a professional athlete&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;become a media lawyer in Japan&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;become a stock broker&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;... and the list goes on because there is probably a lot more but I just can't think of it at the moment.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow I think about my future career path A LOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-8849497736570460178?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/8849497736570460178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=8849497736570460178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/8849497736570460178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/8849497736570460178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/03/prime-age.html' title='The Prime Age'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KuaNZc2ZdTE/TXAmXJdDVkI/AAAAAAAAD_U/KPt6iCzHBLM/s72-c/monkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-6154504669522847491</id><published>2011-03-01T22:34:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T22:34:16.901+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><title type='text'>HAIR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-AsV9K5p_I5E/TWzZJm4xReI/AAAAAAAAD_Q/lgRsnPOaJXE/s1600/image201103010002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-AsV9K5p_I5E/TWzZJm4xReI/AAAAAAAAD_Q/lgRsnPOaJXE/s320/image201103010002.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;edible moustache!&lt;br /&gt;wakakakaka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I believe it is pashmak persian fairy floss! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On a side note, uni started which = the end of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lessons to learn &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put breaks ( I do this all the time.. I tend to jam pack everything because I think I can cope.. uh oh!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bring more food (enough said)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't put law all in one day (brain dead)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't teach kids after 5 hours straight of lectures.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;That is all!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-6154504669522847491?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/6154504669522847491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=6154504669522847491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/6154504669522847491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/6154504669522847491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/03/hair.html' title='HAIR!'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-AsV9K5p_I5E/TWzZJm4xReI/AAAAAAAAD_Q/lgRsnPOaJXE/s72-c/image201103010002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-1980538990960687499</id><published>2011-02-28T21:47:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T21:48:11.177+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-94k0MB3L4KY/TWt9Pdd1NeI/AAAAAAAAD_M/0fqf9iGS1jA/s1600/POSTER2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-94k0MB3L4KY/TWt9Pdd1NeI/AAAAAAAAD_M/0fqf9iGS1jA/s400/POSTER2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-1980538990960687499?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/1980538990960687499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=1980538990960687499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/1980538990960687499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/1980538990960687499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-94k0MB3L4KY/TWt9Pdd1NeI/AAAAAAAAD_M/0fqf9iGS1jA/s72-c/POSTER2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-7677294158258243653</id><published>2011-02-23T20:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T20:26:01.123+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Hullo!</title><content type='html'>Hai guys &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can quite frankly say that I hate using Adobe Dreamweaver. The thing crashes so much its so annoying! &lt;br /&gt;Don't you just hate it when hours (5 hours to be exact) of coding goes down the drain when you forget to save and then the program freezes and you realise that you have to start all over again because it stays frozen for over an hour even though you hope and hope that it will somehow unfreeze itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hate wordpress because its so hard to use compared to blogger but what the heck it has way better features and widgets. Oh noes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never realised how much effort marketing people put into making things well.. interesting for others. I guess my simplistic view of advertising and e-commerce really is a little bit too narrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest the past few days I have only been typing stupid codes into the computer - sounds sad (very sad) but it is the truth and the truth is indeed very very sad. Perhaps I placed the bar too high because I realised today that my expectations on the end product far exceed other people's expectations. Whoops! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of slaving away at the mercy of Adobe Photoshop and Dreamweaver, I have decided to take a break, relax and THEN get my creative finger typing juices back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe this is the longest word blog post I have posted for quite some time! My mum bought me new tights and they have leather strips on them. Interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... that is all for today! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. I double posted :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-7677294158258243653?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/7677294158258243653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=7677294158258243653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/7677294158258243653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/7677294158258243653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/02/hullo.html' title='Hullo!'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122866535093188421.post-2982532253549061843</id><published>2011-02-23T14:31:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T14:32:58.297+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni'/><title type='text'>Time is of the essence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IBZuD4nmkwQ/TWR_QJjzb0I/AAAAAAAAD_I/bgYzb5LVXW4/s1600/schedule.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="157" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IBZuD4nmkwQ/TWR_QJjzb0I/AAAAAAAAD_I/bgYzb5LVXW4/s400/schedule.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schedule for the semester! &lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to take on more tasks but according to my plan I won't have a life - at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122866535093188421-2982532253549061843?l=jillianjum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/feeds/2982532253549061843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122866535093188421&amp;postID=2982532253549061843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/2982532253549061843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122866535093188421/posts/default/2982532253549061843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillianjum.blogspot.com/2011/02/time-is-of-essence.html' title='Time is of the essence'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05041018283464877517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IBZuD4nmkwQ/TWR_QJjzb0I/AAAAAAAAD_I/bgYzb5LVXW4/s72-c/schedule.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
