<?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-7044441100579360322</id><updated>2012-02-02T20:02:17.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>juzz happy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>290</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044441100579360322.post-2966606148231755960</id><published>2012-02-02T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T20:02:17.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Man, You will always be miss</title><content type='html'>It's going to be five years since the last time you left us. &lt;br /&gt;But everything about you just seems so unforgetable. &lt;br /&gt;And every now and then, we continue to talk about you. &lt;br /&gt;Each time we do, we miss you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime we are reminded about how, 'empty' the house without you, or how I was reminded of the long alley that lead to the small provision shop behind our house, or the way you greeted us warmly each time we banged on the metal door, how I wish you were still around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I still wonder why did you left so fast that day. &lt;br /&gt;And though I know the reason why, but, sometimes I wonder if I have not prayed hard enough. &lt;br /&gt;Sincere enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a pity that when you were alive, we hardly had a one on one time talk together. &lt;br /&gt;And that time, I hardly went back to see you too. &lt;br /&gt;The next thing I know, I got to wait for a very long time before we finally meet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what do you think when you see us from up above? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen him? Your youngest grand son? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has grown up and I hope you are proud of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully by the time we meet, you will be able to recognize us still. &lt;br /&gt;And yes, hopefully we will going to meet in the same place. &lt;br /&gt;I'll do my part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you are watching, do help me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, maybe I never said this, and in fact, I can't really write it down here, but all I know the reason why Medan seems so dear to me, though I never really lived there for long, is because you used to be there. And the love and warm welcome that you had given to me had influenced me so much that &lt;em&gt;Jalan Asia &lt;/em&gt;has becomes such a memorable place for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place where I&amp;nbsp;can always find myself at home whenever I go back to Medan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your love for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great&amp;nbsp;Man, you will&amp;nbsp;always be miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Peace,&lt;br /&gt;Yu &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/7044441100579360322-2966606148231755960?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/2966606148231755960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=2966606148231755960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/2966606148231755960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/2966606148231755960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2012/02/great-man-you-will-always-be-miss.html' title='Great Man, You will always be miss'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-218792561375849264</id><published>2012-02-01T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T23:15:16.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The joy of Knitting</title><content type='html'>There is always something to look forward to whenever I went back to Medan. &lt;br /&gt;Either it is about a celebration of some sort, or something to learn about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And this year, I went back for both. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Not only am I able to spent some Chinese New Year celebration with my maternal family, going around visiting their homes, exchange greetings and blessings for this dragon year, I was also able to learn something that I have been wanting to learn all these while, and which my aunties are very good at---Knitting! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And though I will very much say that I am not a very artistic sort of person, but I do love needle craft, which to some extend is considered as a form of art too, except that it is in a form of fabric, thread and needles&amp;nbsp;instead of paint oil, canvas and brushes. And to my surprise, I'm able to absorb the skills pretty quickly (and of course with the help of a good teacher too,my aunt) that in within 5 days of learning and practicing, now&amp;nbsp;I'm able to knit myself a simple- pattern-shawl (HAPPY!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Anyway, here is a picture of my first knit, which involves two forms of knitting skills, the upward needle, and the downward needle :) Enjoy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿ &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿ &lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;﻿﻿﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; 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/7044441100579360322-218792561375849264?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/218792561375849264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=218792561375849264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/218792561375849264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/218792561375849264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2012/02/joy-of-knitting.html' title='The joy of Knitting'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-5898961612146908460</id><published>2012-02-01T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T10:15:40.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aeromeal</title><content type='html'>I have always like the food on the aeroplane, although sometimes,well, it was not as appetising as the other. &lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I continue to like it despite the fact that I have&amp;nbsp;not been eating above the ground for so long---due to the short distance travelled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess is because each time I ate it, it reminds me of the time when I was a little girl and I boarded the airplane for the first time--seeing the little cutesy cutleries and tray that was placed before me, it just makes me feel so happy. Even until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And usually, the food are good!&lt;br /&gt;Like&amp;nbsp;the &lt;em&gt;Risoles&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt; (Indonesian chicken pie) that I ate earlier on, or the&amp;nbsp;simple bread and butter that I took when I boarded on Air France's business class one lucky day with my cousins, to the western food that was served by SIA on my trip to the US, and not forgetting the Haagen Dasz ice cream! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delicious! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had great fun eating them all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been sometime since the last time I travelled, and fortunately, my Airplane table manners is still with me :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, been a good experience so far--what's not right when one is serve with good food, good service, good flight, good weather, and finally, from my part, a "Good Night". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time now is 2:11 a.m. &lt;br /&gt;Gotta go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love and Peace, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yuliana :) &lt;/em&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/7044441100579360322-5898961612146908460?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/5898961612146908460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=5898961612146908460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/5898961612146908460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/5898961612146908460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2012/02/aeromeal.html' title='Aeromeal'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-965381249221427615</id><published>2012-01-15T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T12:30:33.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Love and Be Love (The Hardest Thing)</title><content type='html'>A fiction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Under the rain a woman collapsed to the ground as her world turned upside down. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With the little strength she has with her, she looked at the figure that was walking further and further way from her. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The figure was moving so slow, yet it seems so fast that underneath the heavy rain, it seems like a blurry image in her eyes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She stared and continues to stare even after the figure already become a little thin line among the crowds. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With her thin wet hands she hid her face. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As she closed her eyes in between her tears, traces of memories of how good they were once before all these things happened came to mind. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I love you” he had said many times. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unfortunately, her heart which belongs to someone else, could not accept his feeling and this made her to make the hardest thing in life- to hurt the man who loves her. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They’ve met long before he met that other girl.&lt;br /&gt;It was love at first sight for him. &lt;br /&gt;And ever since then, he had spent using all his time, mind, efforts, strengths and even days thinking about her. Hoping he will meet her again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, time was cruel. &lt;br /&gt;They hardly met. &lt;br /&gt;So he waited. &lt;br /&gt;And he waited longer. &lt;br /&gt;Until one day, after all the hopeless waits he decided to let her out of his mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then she came back.&lt;br /&gt;She recognizes him. &lt;br /&gt;She called him by name. &lt;br /&gt;They talked like an old friend. &lt;br /&gt;They laughed like best friends. &lt;br /&gt;And some people even think that they got together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows in that instant that they will never part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he was wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite her physical presence, her heart belongs to somewhere he can never reach. &lt;br /&gt;So he tried to win it back. &lt;br /&gt;But sadly it never went towards his direction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was not convinced. &lt;br /&gt;He gave it another try. &lt;br /&gt;Harder this time. And even more deeply he tried to go, into understanding the depth of her heart and yet what he found was nothing but a saddening truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her heart had gone too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to make it worst, it had found its resting place.&lt;br /&gt;And it had lies itself comfortably in the heart of another man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken and tired his heart rested behind his fatigue ribs. &lt;br /&gt;The man’s breath took its turn to function, making him to breathe faster than he should. &lt;br /&gt;Soon, the man found himself gasping as tears rolled down his cheeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the distance, he looked at her. &lt;br /&gt;The woman who broke his heart, but surprisingly, despite the hurtful event, he has not the heart to hate her. &lt;br /&gt;He loved her too much to hate her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he decided to keep his love to himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately his love continues to stir in its place.&lt;br /&gt;Seeking for a challenge. &lt;br /&gt;Looking for a competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man tried to brush it aside and focus all his attention to the other girl whom he had met two years later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, she was nothing like that girl. &lt;br /&gt;Not even in the shades of her hair or a tint of her characters. &lt;br /&gt;Then he began to battle with himself. &lt;br /&gt;He knows his love still longs for that girl. &lt;br /&gt;His heart still skips its beats for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, he did the unthinkable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though his brain permits him to say, his heart and his tongue push the words forward to the tip of his tongue and soon to the centre of his lip. Making him to say the words he had almost forgotten how to say the day he decided to keep his love to himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I love you.” He said for the seventh time (if he did not remember wrongly) when they met again one day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl looked at him shocked&amp;nbsp;before she changed her gaze with&amp;nbsp;tenderness. &lt;br /&gt;She smiled a gentle smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thank you.” She replied gently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at her without moving a muscle. “I really love you.” He continued. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I love you very much.” He suggested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl smiled and shrugged. “Thank you. But I can’t.” she said slowly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why?” he demanded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You know the reason why.” she replied gently, cautiously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at her speechless. &lt;br /&gt;“Look, I really thank you for loving me and I’m sorry, I ca…” before she could finish, he pulled her to his side and sealed her lip with his kiss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does not want her to continue. &lt;br /&gt;He knows the reason. &lt;br /&gt;Of course he does. And it makes the more reason why he does not want her to remind him with that fact on his face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pressed his lip closer, she feels so good that he does not want to let her go. &lt;br /&gt;He pulled her in. &lt;br /&gt;And soon, he found his hands holding onto her back and down to her waist as he pulled her even closer to him. &lt;br /&gt;She tried to set herself free off his arms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Please…” she pleaded. &lt;br /&gt;He grabbed her face and stared into her frightened eyes. &lt;br /&gt;“Please…” she pleaded pushing him away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He releases his fingers from her pale face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m sorry.” He whispered. “Are you okay?’ he asked trying to brush a hair from her face. She responded quickly with a hand “I can do it myself.” She said moving away from him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walked away from him without turning back. &lt;br /&gt;In her rush she had forgotten to take her bag with her. &lt;br /&gt;“Wait!” he called out rushing for her. &lt;br /&gt;She pretended she did not hear him and quickened her pace. &lt;br /&gt;“Fiona wait up!” he called out running faster. Then when she did not stop, he rushed forward and stood in front of her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What do you want from me?” Fiona asked irritated. &lt;br /&gt;The man looked at her angered expression. &lt;br /&gt;He was ashamed of himself. &lt;br /&gt;“I’m sorry.” He apologized again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She let out an exasperated sigh. “You are attached aren’t you?’ she asked licking her dried lips. &lt;br /&gt;“Aren’t you?” She asked when he didn’t say a word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He nodded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Then what’s that for?” &lt;br /&gt;He could not give her an answer. &lt;br /&gt;“What happen to you?” She asked then finding that there’s no reason for her to stay, she took her bag from him and began to walk away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I love you!” he shouted behind her. “I just want you to know that I love you. Even all these while, I still love you.” &lt;br /&gt;“Do you ever think about what your girlfriend is gonna think if she knows that you are saying all these to me?” she asked screaming at him. “You are horrible, Darren.” &lt;br /&gt;“Then tell me what can I do to forget about you?” &lt;br /&gt;She stared at him speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after a moment’s thought, “don’t ever look for me again.” She said coldly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a tremble in her voice&amp;nbsp;when she said those words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn’t mean to hurt him but maybe it is for the better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stood motionless as she walked with her hands clutching tightly to her bag. &lt;br /&gt;He waited for her turn around. &lt;br /&gt;She didn’t. &lt;br /&gt;He waited a little more. &lt;br /&gt;But still she continued to walk forward. &lt;br /&gt;Dejected and hurtful, he began to move his numb feet, still with his eyes fix on her back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as his eyes went into a blur, he turned his back to where she was walking and began to walk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a distance she turned, walking back a little to the place she had just left a few minutes ago. &lt;br /&gt;She stared as his figure moved slowly, lifelessly. &lt;br /&gt;She raised a finger to her lip to prevent herself from making a sound that will make him turned back to see her. &lt;br /&gt;And then in the middle of the rain that had poured as if it knows what had happened between them and let out its natural cry, she collapses on the ground and cried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between her tears she tried to search a glimpse of him which has become a thin line among the crowds and wished with all her heart that he will be alright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yuliana :) &lt;br /&gt;16/Jan/2011&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7044441100579360322-965381249221427615?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/965381249221427615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=965381249221427615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/965381249221427615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/965381249221427615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2012/01/to-love-and-be-love-hardest-thing.html' title='To Love and Be Love (The Hardest Thing)'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-9160925585218299131</id><published>2011-12-05T06:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T07:09:36.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closer (A letter to God)</title><content type='html'>Dear God, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been glad to know that when it gets harder, the closer we get together. &lt;br /&gt;In fact, I've neer been more than happy to know that even in my weaknesses I am able to continue to worship You, to praise your name and to let well, probably...let my light shine before men. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a great joy to know that my prayers been answered. &lt;br /&gt;And with thanksgiving attitude, I am allowed to be rewarded with more blessings which make me stand in awe of You. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, to know You are always there. &lt;br /&gt;To watch my every step, to bless me with friends and colleague and seniors&lt;br /&gt;And most of all...to let me experience what it means to interact, to solve problem, well...sometimes, things may not be perfect, but I'm glad that You've make me glad with the presence of everyone who is there to cheer me up.&amp;nbsp; :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Lord. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, You are Worthy of Worship. &lt;br /&gt;And that allow me&amp;nbsp;to feel what it means to raise my voice up&amp;nbsp;to that level, whereby, although it may be pretty&amp;nbsp;hard to reach, but eventually, I am able to make it.&amp;nbsp;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all in all, I'm glad to know that despite the busy schedule, despite hectic hours, despite the fatigue and tiresome, we are getting closer day by day. :) And this by far is the best thing ever of all the experiences that I received. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Lord. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Faithfully, &lt;br /&gt;Yuliana :)&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/7044441100579360322-9160925585218299131?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/9160925585218299131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=9160925585218299131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/9160925585218299131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/9160925585218299131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2011/12/closer.html' title='Closer (A letter to God)'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-275397375217176477</id><published>2011-11-14T22:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T23:01:29.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Water for Elephant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q3NbjadVvNM/TsIFWrIFmnI/AAAAAAAABIY/VXroMvTFG_4/s1600/Water-for-Elephants-movie-poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q3NbjadVvNM/TsIFWrIFmnI/AAAAAAAABIY/VXroMvTFG_4/s320/Water-for-Elephants-movie-poster.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Circus. &lt;br /&gt;Tents.&lt;br /&gt;Perfomers. &lt;br /&gt;Managerie. &lt;br /&gt;Working Men. &lt;br /&gt;Magenta. &lt;br /&gt;Animal. &lt;br /&gt;Elephant. &lt;br /&gt;Sequin. &lt;br /&gt;Marlena. &lt;br /&gt;Jacob Jankowski. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the common words, and characters found in the book, &lt;em&gt;Water for Elephant. &lt;/em&gt;A story filled with, passion, determination, kindness, thrill and forbidden love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a story about a boy who after running away from his examination hall, found himself landing into one of the rarest train in town, as it is none other than, the Benzini Brother's most Spectacular Show Circus Train; and, desperate for a job and shelter, Jacob decided to remain in the train despite some of the 'political' thing that happened in the train, until he found the one thing that made his stay even more worthwhile--- The beautiful Marlena. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happened in the end when he found out that Marlena is married to one of the most vicious man on the train? &lt;br /&gt;Well read on and find out more. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should say that this is one of the most beautiful love story I've&amp;nbsp;ever read so far. (Probably, after Ps. I Love You, Cecilia Ahern) And unlike the usual setting of two people meeting in town/ friends party/ high school etc. this one the setting takes place mostly on the train. And despite the fact that the story is about this two person, Jacob and Marlena, but the other characters and depiction is a must to read as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Description such as how working men struggles to set the tents up/&amp;nbsp;how Jacob and&amp;nbsp;Kinko tries to hide the almost redlighted Camel behind the&amp;nbsp;cot of their trunk etc. allows&amp;nbsp;me&amp;nbsp;to feel how difficult it is to survive in the circus, even though when it comes to performance, the whole things seems so beautiful and breathtaking. (perfomers in their sunday best, animals well groomed and trained, ready to act, excited crowds gathering around for the best seats.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while I feel as if I've been to the circus, when the truth is--I've not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, whatever it is, Sarah Gruen really did a great job in&amp;nbsp;creating the whole&amp;nbsp;'lay&amp;nbsp;out' of the setting and the era of that time. And I dare say that this is the first time I feel so worth it to be fined by the library, because the book is just so good that I just can't dumped it to the book drop before I read&amp;nbsp;The End of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&amp;amp;P&lt;br /&gt;Yuliana :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-275397375217176477?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/275397375217176477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=275397375217176477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/275397375217176477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/275397375217176477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2011/11/water-for-elephant.html' title='Water for Elephant'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-q3NbjadVvNM/TsIFWrIFmnI/AAAAAAAABIY/VXroMvTFG_4/s72-c/Water-for-Elephants-movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044441100579360322.post-4995640041406834633</id><published>2011-11-01T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T11:31:37.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"How long are you staying in Indonesia?...So GOOD!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I can't wait to go back." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So good, you are able to go back...Home" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above are some of the responses I got from fellow Indonesian friends (who are living in Singapore) when they learnt that I will be going home for one solid week previously. &lt;br /&gt;I was a little puzzled actually to the way they responded, and I wondered why was it such a big deal for them when they learnt that I am going home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My enquiries were answered one night when I was making my way back home&amp;nbsp;with another Indonesian friend of mine who had just came&amp;nbsp;to Singapore&amp;nbsp;for a few months. &lt;br /&gt;Unlike me who is fortunate enough to have my whole family living under one roof here in Singapore, these people has none. And the idea of going back home for them is just as thrilling as meeting their loved ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home. &lt;br /&gt;How often do we think aout how valuable it is to us? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe just like me, who are always surrounded by my loved ones, we never realized how important it is to be at home. &lt;br /&gt;But the feeling is different when it comes to those who are living alone in a foreign country, and it is no wonder why, when I said I am going back to Indonesia, all of them were looking at me with&amp;nbsp;'envy'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thanks to that, it allows me to comprehend what it means to be home. &lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, it also enables me to understand why some Indonesians always say that living in Singapore is "not nice". &lt;br /&gt;Or why some old people always prefers to die at home then in the hospital, because hospital is 'not nice'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe the idea of 'not nice' here is not that they dislike the country/the place they are stationed, no. Because those Indonesians living in Singapore&amp;nbsp;that I talked to actually like the facilities and living condition here.&lt;br /&gt;Or the old people, who were asked why they keep wanting to go home, when here in the hospital they will have nurses and doctors to attend to them twenty-seven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&amp;nbsp;the reason why they said that is because, it is &lt;em&gt;'unplesant'&lt;/em&gt; to be alone. &lt;br /&gt;It is '&lt;em&gt;uncomfortable'&lt;/em&gt; to be living in a place so alien to you with no one you love by your side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is no wonder why in his song, Michael Bubble repeat the words : &lt;em&gt;"Let me go home"&lt;/em&gt; so many times and with such emotion that perhaps&amp;nbsp;only a person who has been far away from home can understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this experience, I also learnt about&amp;nbsp;what it means to be independent-courageous-determine-willing as you continue to live your life here in this foreign land even when you feel like "&lt;em&gt;I want to go home."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;despite being surrounded by a million people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, the good news is, just like how Bubble ended his song by saying &lt;em&gt;"It'll all be&amp;nbsp;alright, I'll be home tonight, I'm coming back home."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;all of you my friends who have been living 'alone' all these while and have&amp;nbsp;been looking forward to&amp;nbsp;go home, will be making your way home soon too. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though its a little pity that we could not spend Christmas together and it's a little too early for me to say &lt;br /&gt;this, but I really wish that wherever you are, all of you out there are going to have a Blessed Merry Christmas out there :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Peace, &lt;br /&gt;Yuliana :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;ps. YF-ers SEMANGAT! &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/7044441100579360322-4995640041406834633?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/4995640041406834633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=4995640041406834633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/4995640041406834633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/4995640041406834633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2011/11/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-1008243556480077538</id><published>2011-11-01T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T10:15:32.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Purpose</title><content type='html'>After living with not-so-much of a purposeful life for the past few months, FINALLY, I found myself going back on track again to the road of a more meaningful, purposeful life. &lt;br /&gt;Unlike the past few months whereby I spent my days thinking of what to do everyday without a definite desire/ motivation, these four days I realized that I have been motivating myself to do the few things that I have been dreading myself to do all these while : Writing a resume and Enhancing my dull portfolios. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm glad! &lt;br /&gt;I'm glad! Pleased! Very much Delighted that I have been working extra hard to achieve that. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sense of accomplishment is beyond simple&amp;nbsp;description. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thank God for creating us as a human with a purpose than not. Because, as much as life can be challenging sometimes/ the purpose that we are looking for seems so entwain, but at the end of the day because we wanted to achieve that purpose and because we know we have that purpose, it makes us move...and keep moving and make our life not that boring/ stagnant all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-1008243556480077538?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/1008243556480077538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=1008243556480077538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/1008243556480077538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/1008243556480077538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2011/11/purpose.html' title='Purpose'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-2569330428353427468</id><published>2011-10-25T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T01:49:33.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yours (A fiction)</title><content type='html'>When I was young I was loved. &lt;br /&gt;I was fed. &lt;br /&gt;I was listened. &lt;br /&gt;I was showered with love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was older, I learn how to love. &lt;br /&gt;I cared.&lt;br /&gt;I shared.&lt;br /&gt;I sacrificed.&lt;br /&gt;I listened.&lt;br /&gt;I fed.&lt;br /&gt;I showered others with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am old, I transfered love and taught how to love. &lt;br /&gt;How to care. &lt;br /&gt;How to share. &lt;br /&gt;How to sacrifice. &lt;br /&gt;And how to pass love forward for those who need it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I die, I died loved and with love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not last forever, but love does. &lt;br /&gt;Like life, it continues to cycle&amp;nbsp;around us regardless of age. &lt;br /&gt;And accompanied by care it exists in every hearts including yours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuliana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-2569330428353427468?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/2569330428353427468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=2569330428353427468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/2569330428353427468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/2569330428353427468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2011/10/yours-fiction.html' title='Yours (A fiction)'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-3372058350270246332</id><published>2011-10-25T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T02:57:55.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mutual Understanding (A fiction)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Danielle ran frantically around the neighbourhood. &lt;br /&gt;"oh god where are you kyle" she thought to herself breathless. &lt;br /&gt;She had been running around the area for more than 10 minutes now and still she could find no trace of kyle.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Earlier they just had a quarrell which led the two of them screaming and shouting and kyle walking away hurt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;by what Danielle had said to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where can he be?" Danielle thought to herself. "kyle is drunk he wouldn't have walked that quickly." it was also because of this reason they fought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not the first time Kyle came back drunk. And it was not the first time they fought over this. But this time it was the worst. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Kyle i'm so sorry" she thought to herself in the bitter chill of the night. &lt;br /&gt;It has been raining heavily for the last few days and though Danielle was fortunate that the rain had finally stop, but the wind is still unbearable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rubbed her palms for some heat and wrapped her arms around her. She was wearing nothing but a thin oversize black tee-shirt and faded pink track pants. &lt;br /&gt;An attire she will never wear outside her own house unless permitted like now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn Kyle where are you?" she thought as she walked out of Harold's Cafe. &lt;br /&gt;It was their favourite cafe to catch up with supper after a midnight show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle sat on one of the empty chair at Harold's outdoor tables and wondered where can Kyle be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunate, she could think of none and thus, with heavy heart, she decided to walk back and headed home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then in the distance, she saw a familiar figure. &lt;br /&gt;The figure's shoulders were stooping low and heavy. His hair is rugged and messy and his shirt is crumpled and messily tuck out off his trousers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kyle!" Danielle called out dashing towards him. &lt;br /&gt;He continued to walk, ignoring her call. &lt;br /&gt;"Kyle where are you going?" Danielle shouted "wait" she said panting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike her,Kyle is big built. Standing tall on six foot one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kyle!" Danielle said catching up, Kyle was walking so quickly that she had a hard time chasing him. "Wait up!" she shouted grabbing his hand when she had finally reached his side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle took his hand roughly from her " what do you want?" he asked without looking at her "i thought you said you dont love me anymore?" &lt;br /&gt;"Kyle listen! I'm sorry okay." Danielle said apologetically. "I didnt mean to hurt you. I just...i was just pissed to see you coming home drunk every night and making a fool of yourself. Can you please stop walking!" Danielle shouted as she stood a few distance away from him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle stopped and turned to look at his girlfriend. "Wow, you actually get out of the house wearing that? Cool." he said looking at Danielle's sloppy attire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kyle stop joking alright." Danielle said irritated. &lt;br /&gt;"I'm not!" he shouted. "do you see what happen between us? This is what happen, you never believe a single thing that i said. You are always checking on me and think suspicious. You look at me like some losers and compare me with your guy-friends. You show concerns to the people around you, but not to me. You dont even care about how i feel. "he said pausing to catch a breath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know i may not be the perfect guy, but i know what i'm doing and i know i love you. But i dont know about you." he continued. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle looked at her boyfriend without saying a word. Indeed, does she loves him? Then why does he thinks that what she is doing is hurting him? And maybe its true that sometimes, she wishes he is someone better and sometimes she wishes that he can sacrifice some of his bad habits for her, but could it be that sometimes, she berself is not being a good girlfriend to him too? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, she could not understand why she could not trust him and why she has to compare him with her other guy friends. And maybe she is putting too much expectation on him by making him someone he is not. Either way, she just wish that they could be a perfect couple. But maybe there is no such thing as a perfect couple, but all that is is a mutual understanding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry" she whispered. "I dont know what is wrong with me, but just like you, i love you too. And i know wha i did was not right, but i only does it because&amp;nbsp;I care. Really, its not for my own sake that i want you to be a better you, like for example, I know you love that motorbike of yours and you always brag about how cool you look when you speed with that, but the break is spoilt can you do something about it? Risking your own life is not cool. And i know you like messy style but when you come with me for some family or company occassion can you please wear something neat and tidy, its for your own good image. Do it fashionably even if you want to appear rugged or messy. And lastly, can you stop drinking and behaving like a moron? It is retarded and it makes you look less than cool when you vomitted on the couch or when you showed up in front of the door with a cop. And can you..." Danielle could not finish her sentence for her lips was locked on Kyle's as he pulled her closer to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you just stop nagging when I'm drunk? Sometimes i know it means good, but when my head is spinning, it got worst when nagged and all i need is a hug or a kiss." he said lifting her up on eye level. "And i know you dont like me to say this, but i really like the way you look without all that make up and dolled up attire. Can you just wear something like this once in a while when we go on our dates? And all food are not as fat as you think they are, stop starving yourself and eat right. A little fat is good to keep you warm. Besides, i dont really care about how you look from the outside, all i care is what is inside. Can you also stop checking on my mobile phones for what i am doing on a daily basis, talk to me. Trust me. I wont lie just to make me feel good. Last but not least, i know i'm not good at remembering important dates, but if you want a great surprise, do tell me before hand and i promise i will give you the best suprise you'll ever have." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They looked at each other and smiled. For a while they felt silly for quarrelling over something so simple, if only they learn to communicate better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You sure you want me to talk to you?" Danielle said after they had stopped laughing. &lt;br /&gt;"Why not?" Kyle defended. &lt;br /&gt;"Then why aren't you replying when we talked?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle looked at his girlfriend and shrugged, "I'm listening." he said defending himself once again. &lt;br /&gt;"Do respond." Danielle requested. "it shows that you are really listening when you respond." &lt;br /&gt;Kyle smiled as he heard the answer. "Sorry about that, I'll keep that in mind in the future." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they walked with their arms around one another, love filled their hearts, making the chilly wind bearable as they walked their way home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;Yuliana :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-3372058350270246332?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/3372058350270246332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=3372058350270246332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/3372058350270246332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/3372058350270246332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2011/10/mutual-understanding-fiction.html' title='Mutual Understanding (A fiction)'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-7191272119760161134</id><published>2011-10-08T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T01:32:02.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Numerical Numbers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I have never like numerical numbers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Not only are they confusing to calculate sometimes (when it comes to too many amounts and zeroes), they can be very frightening too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Especially the time when we... for the sake of all the convenience, use it invisibly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And yes, I am referring to you dear Credit Cards.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, before I rant on, maybe I should put some of the blame on myself for buying things in a flight of fancy these few days.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But well, all that items are by ALL means, functional needs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Really.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;They are clothes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And I need clothes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And I need them to revamp myself from my outdated looks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;:p (opps)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Well, anyway, back to numbers and my fright night moment with them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yeah, so you know what, I had been, you know, using invisible money for one way or another (and for some time) and, yeah, talking about this, brings me to point no.2 to my own biggest mistakes:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I forgot to replace my book keeping book. Thus all these money that I had spent, I had not only spent them invisibly, but also blindly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;With no records whatsoever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Therefore, after 3 months of not keeping track with my own financial situation, suddenly yesterday, when I was calculating the amount I spent, TO MY BIGGEST NIGHTMARE, which is even more scary that Elm's Street, I realized that I had spent such a big BOMB that it burnt a big hole in my "pocket" right now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And you know what, as I was pressing madly on daddy's calculator &amp;nbsp; I could feel the mocking smile of the freaking money getting wider and wider!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;On the other hand, my heart was growing dimmer and dimmer and almost, broke into a million pieces. But well, since it's only almost, so maybe I should re-phrase the sentence and said that my heart grows dimmer and broke to a painful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;crack.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Indeed, yeah, numbers look scary, even when we are not taking mathematic exams. And now I know why my dad is always horrified whenever the mobile phone and other bills showed up at our mailbox. And I also understand why whenever the dollars drop, drop, drop, everyone is so panic.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Haiz...numbers...although it may look cool on the back of someone, especially when they are worn by some famous people that we love, but still just like mathematics, they make your head ache and your heart twitch once in a while.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Gotta go,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;the time now is 1:48 a.m. (so past my bedtime)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;and the music of the night is "Master of Puppets" by David Garrett.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Take Care Now, Bye Bye Then :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Love and Peace,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yuliana :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-7191272119760161134?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/7191272119760161134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=7191272119760161134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/7191272119760161134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/7191272119760161134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2011/10/numerical-numbers.html' title='Numerical Numbers'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-2318952209856529140</id><published>2011-09-29T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T01:33:08.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragile</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes, I guess that's what we are.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRAGILE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And though at times we may admit that we are strong enought to face it, to bear it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whatever that 'it' is. But when things went corrupted and we have no one to hang on to, aren't we not, but a fragile thing that may torn apart? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like a glass, we broke to million little piece. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like a piece of paper, we were shattered into a tiny bits of unknown figure. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And at times like this sometimes I realized that maybe this is why we need God. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And that's why God is always never too far from our reach/ our call. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If only we are willing to call upon Him for help. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For strength. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And indeed, sometimes it is not easy for us to simply admit that we are wrong/ we are weak. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes we are too prideful to admit that we are troubled. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or that we need help. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But sometimes I feel that, if only we could just let down our pride and admit "defeat" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The fact that we need some help, perhaps, things won't come to a shattered end. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things may be remoulded into something better rather than loosing it all and came to a broken end. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Broken hearts. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Broken souls. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Broken tears. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or even a Broken Faith...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-2318952209856529140?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/2318952209856529140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=2318952209856529140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/2318952209856529140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/2318952209856529140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2011/09/fragile.html' title='Fragile'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-5917517708428781877</id><published>2011-09-26T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T01:33:36.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sewing</title><content type='html'>I never know that sewing felt can be so much fun. &lt;br /&gt;Especially when we can make it into various food products. And my favourite of all is the cakes. &lt;br /&gt;Whole cake, sliced cake, Swiss roll, Macaroon, Ice-Cream.&lt;br /&gt;Deliciously amazing.&amp;nbsp;And tempting at the same time. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what, I was so happy&amp;nbsp;when I&amp;nbsp;found this&amp;nbsp;"FELT&amp;nbsp;SWEETS COLLECTION BOOK" by Japanese author, Mariko Emi at Chinatown the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so nice!!!!! the "food" I mean.&lt;br /&gt;and the way she made it is so real to the point that how you wish it is a recipe book, for one, and how I wish I can make such a collection myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And indeed, when I flipped though the book for inspiration, I was so intrigued by the&amp;nbsp;wonders that this little fabric (felt) can do to the world of handicraft. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after much consideration (and one of which is counting the fact that I travelled so far to get there) I decided to grab one off the shelves to please my exhausted feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) Time to get busy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heee.... :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Thanks to Youtubers too who upload some series on how to sew blanket stitch on the side of the fabric (to make cake sides).&amp;nbsp; Now I know how to make&amp;nbsp;a neat cake side! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to all felt lovers! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Peace, &lt;br /&gt;MoonDreamer :) &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/7044441100579360322-5917517708428781877?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/5917517708428781877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=5917517708428781877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/5917517708428781877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/5917517708428781877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2011/09/sewing.html' title='Sewing'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-7832478401232494905</id><published>2011-09-26T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T21:31:55.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Craving for Burger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/-dPCS8ZKUUwY/ToFRJbnayPI/AAAAAAAABIU/AKFxaceYGo0/s1600/IMG02354-20110926-1429.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dPCS8ZKUUwY/ToFRJbnayPI/AAAAAAAABIU/AKFxaceYGo0/s320/IMG02354-20110926-1429.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;FINALLY&amp;nbsp;I GOT MY BURGER TODAY! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In fact&amp;nbsp;when I think about it, its been sometime since the last time I had my junk food :) (Wicked!) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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/7044441100579360322-7832478401232494905?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/7832478401232494905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=7832478401232494905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/7832478401232494905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/7832478401232494905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2011/09/finally-got-my-burger-today-in-fact-i.html' title='Craving for Burger'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-dPCS8ZKUUwY/ToFRJbnayPI/AAAAAAAABIU/AKFxaceYGo0/s72-c/IMG02354-20110926-1429.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044441100579360322.post-2322469225552725716</id><published>2011-09-20T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T01:34:47.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing (The Heart of Worship)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;What does it means to sing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;What does it means to Worship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ever since I was young I have always wondered what it means to be a singer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;To be able to sing and the world sing with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Or sing and the world looked in awe of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Then again, what it means to worship? and why do we have to sing praise in church, if we cant even sing (like real singing?) would'nt that just gonna make the church glasses shattered? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Why do we even have to praise and sing hymns?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My questions were answered one Christmas night when we went for the Christmas Mass and everyone young and old, despite their ability to sing or not, just sang their hearts out to the Christmas Hymns available on the liturgy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And that was the answers that I've been searching for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Indeed, it does not matter if one can sing or not, especially when it comes to worshipping God, because at the end of the day, just as the Bible said, &lt;em&gt;men looked at the apperance but God looks at the heart. &lt;/em&gt;Indeed, it is the heart of Worship that God sees, and which allows that individual person to sing and produce a soothing voice be it they are singers or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So before I end this post, just want to say that, if you are still wondering what it means to worship, well, to worship means to give your hearts out to God and to feel Him. Be it through songs of praise or prayers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Love and Peace, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;MoonDreamer =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-2322469225552725716?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/2322469225552725716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=2322469225552725716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/2322469225552725716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/2322469225552725716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2011/09/sing-heart-of-worship.html' title='Sing (The Heart of Worship)'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-3271431614501467432</id><published>2011-04-03T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T10:11:10.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Education</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--LWk8I4ijm4/TZipfzPMYMI/AAAAAAAABIM/_EqALkJixMQ/s1600/IMG01241-20110331-1521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591405301175443650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--LWk8I4ijm4/TZipfzPMYMI/AAAAAAAABIM/_EqALkJixMQ/s320/IMG01241-20110331-1521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pkM8c6K-0WA/TZipQ8GBLGI/AAAAAAAABIE/pSRuRYOyWwk/s1600/IMG01242-20110331-1521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591405045854841954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pkM8c6K-0WA/TZipQ8GBLGI/AAAAAAAABIE/pSRuRYOyWwk/s320/IMG01242-20110331-1521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some of my favourite texbooks in school. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;PETS ROCKZ! ;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAO ER TONG WAN SHUI! ^^ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-3271431614501467432?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/3271431614501467432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=3271431614501467432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/3271431614501467432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/3271431614501467432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2011/04/early-education.html' title='Early Education'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/--LWk8I4ijm4/TZipfzPMYMI/AAAAAAAABIM/_EqALkJixMQ/s72-c/IMG01241-20110331-1521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044441100579360322.post-722825201852295421</id><published>2011-04-03T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T10:03:49.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are happy family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aIz6jdcvAFU/TZin6x7SPcI/AAAAAAAABH8/3tR-woVVWAc/s1600/IMG01295-20110403-1814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591403565656718786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aIz6jdcvAFU/TZin6x7SPcI/AAAAAAAABH8/3tR-woVVWAc/s320/IMG01295-20110403-1814.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;You love me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;-We are happy family- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-722825201852295421?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/722825201852295421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=722825201852295421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/722825201852295421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/722825201852295421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-are-happy-family.html' title='We are happy family'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-aIz6jdcvAFU/TZin6x7SPcI/AAAAAAAABH8/3tR-woVVWAc/s72-c/IMG01295-20110403-1814.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044441100579360322.post-1081627892046419059</id><published>2011-04-03T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T09:59:28.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing puzzle with unused credit card</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zp7WtuOPyZ4/TZinIlygboI/AAAAAAAABH0/PUequEG63R8/s1600/IMG01248-20110402-1516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591402703405215362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zp7WtuOPyZ4/TZinIlygboI/AAAAAAAABH0/PUequEG63R8/s320/IMG01248-20110402-1516.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what you do when you are bored... -_-!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-1081627892046419059?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/1081627892046419059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=1081627892046419059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/1081627892046419059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/1081627892046419059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2011/04/playing-puzzle-with-unused-credit-card.html' title='Playing puzzle with unused credit card'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-zp7WtuOPyZ4/TZinIlygboI/AAAAAAAABH0/PUequEG63R8/s72-c/IMG01248-20110402-1516.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044441100579360322.post-9025447749486226693</id><published>2011-04-03T09:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T09:53:32.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Childhood Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QXNYjDFUrFw/TZikICf-Z3I/AAAAAAAABHc/5O3wB2Rj-Mc/s1600/IMG01277-20110403-1755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591399395397363570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QXNYjDFUrFw/TZikICf-Z3I/AAAAAAAABHc/5O3wB2Rj-Mc/s320/IMG01277-20110403-1755.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bought this at Watson for 10 bucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This child has been my little companion who calms me through the night when the nightmare is so hard to bear =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YjoP4AKckr8/TZikzcwyvnI/AAAAAAAABHk/zALbZSvuAHQ/s1600/IMG01279-20110403-1756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591400141181599346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YjoP4AKckr8/TZikzcwyvnI/AAAAAAAABHk/zALbZSvuAHQ/s320/IMG01279-20110403-1756.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you, Hiro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y84rbUqFSpM/TZillrocZcI/AAAAAAAABHs/roPtBHXa6C0/s1600/IMG01282-20110403-1800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591401004166571458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y84rbUqFSpM/TZillrocZcI/AAAAAAAABHs/roPtBHXa6C0/s320/IMG01282-20110403-1800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These quadraplets (above) are my doggie collections. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The two on the right, yes that big dudey and its little kid has nice smell on their fur. LOVE IT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hello Kitty fever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of my way to show how I love McDonald's meal =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-9025447749486226693?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/9025447749486226693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=9025447749486226693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/9025447749486226693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/9025447749486226693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-little-childhood-friends.html' title='My Little Childhood Friends'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-QXNYjDFUrFw/TZikICf-Z3I/AAAAAAAABHc/5O3wB2Rj-Mc/s72-c/IMG01277-20110403-1755.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044441100579360322.post-3086274776821128421</id><published>2011-02-17T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T04:20:59.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>English Breakfast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5eYSouiQD7o/TVz4FIOSO0I/AAAAAAAABHM/Ppb_koCJZRU/s1600/IMG01021-20110216-1202.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574603205768264514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5eYSouiQD7o/TVz4FIOSO0I/AAAAAAAABHM/Ppb_koCJZRU/s320/IMG01021-20110216-1202.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Had a great English Breakfast under the beautiful ambience of artificial French Bistro at Toa Payoh's Delifrance Yesterday =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;With good books in one hand and a great potato gratin in another, huahahaa the morning just seems so BRILLIANT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;While I was eating half way, a little sparrow could be found skipping through the wooden flooring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Confused at the same time amazed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I stared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And it stared back at me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Believe me it was one of the most wonderful moment. To share an eye contact with a little cute creature which hardly want to get close to you is really unbelievable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;However, after some time, I was beginning to get a little uncomfortable, as by now, there were not only 1 little sparrow on the floor, but 3! And the cafe is actually indoor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It really got me thinking, where do they come from? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Unfortunately, just as I was about to take a picture of them, the birds, ignorant as they are flew away and never come back. T____T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But anyway, it was great experience after all and in a split second it also makes me feel as if I was Mary Lenox from Burnett's Secret Garden as she ate her tea time meal in the secret garden. ermmm...so enchanting! =)&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/7044441100579360322-3086274776821128421?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/3086274776821128421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=3086274776821128421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/3086274776821128421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/3086274776821128421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2011/02/english-breakfast.html' title='English Breakfast'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-5eYSouiQD7o/TVz4FIOSO0I/AAAAAAAABHM/Ppb_koCJZRU/s72-c/IMG01021-20110216-1202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044441100579360322.post-9162402791372116861</id><published>2011-02-06T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T22:24:18.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Little Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/TU-Px6mwH8I/AAAAAAAABHE/bSpU-fQPFK0/s1600/IMG00937-20110207-0907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570829351788748738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/TU-Px6mwH8I/AAAAAAAABHE/bSpU-fQPFK0/s320/IMG00937-20110207-0907.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw this sweet pink flower this morning &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I Love It! =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/TU-Px6mwH8I/AAAAAAAABHE/bSpU-fQPFK0/s1600/IMG00937-20110207-0907.jpg"&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/7044441100579360322-9162402791372116861?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/9162402791372116861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=9162402791372116861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/9162402791372116861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/9162402791372116861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2011/02/pretty-little-thing.html' title='Pretty Little Thing'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/TU-Px6mwH8I/AAAAAAAABHE/bSpU-fQPFK0/s72-c/IMG00937-20110207-0907.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044441100579360322.post-383539327431725764</id><published>2010-11-29T08:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T08:55:37.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Scratch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/TPPaxluOPYI/AAAAAAAABG0/2EwBCfMjQZE/s1600/IMG00489-20101130-0053.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545016111697640834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/TPPaxluOPYI/AAAAAAAABG0/2EwBCfMjQZE/s320/IMG00489-20101130-0053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Yeah baby...&lt;br /&gt;I am making myself back to where the whole english thing comes about.&lt;br /&gt;From a and an (noun)&lt;br /&gt;To drink, drank, drunk (tenses)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not surprising... guess overtime I had lose the discipline in correcting myself whenever I make a mistakes in a sentences etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...with everyone around me emphasizing the seriousness of my grammatical errors,&lt;br /&gt;guess its time to make a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practice makes perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta chant to myself: grammar is cool. grammar is cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha anyway, not so bad afterall, because these few days as I looked through the assessment books section, it did remind me of the secondary school time and the feel of filling in those lines and blanks :) yeah! In fact I feel damn excited hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad..time to do some written exercises =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Peace&lt;br /&gt;Yuliana =)&lt;br /&gt;gotta go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ps: just bought the book just now huahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;feel so young again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;back to school ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-383539327431725764?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/TPPaxluOPYI/AAAAAAAABG0/2EwBCfMjQZE/s72-c/IMG00489-20101130-0053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044441100579360322.post-5753827938746642689</id><published>2010-11-22T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T17:08:32.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do some people have hearing problems?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they do...&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe they dont,&lt;br /&gt;but they are just being an inconsiderate idiots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-5753827938746642689?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/5753827938746642689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044441100579360322.post-3195705255645133687</id><published>2010-10-31T18:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T18:11:03.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>Sleepy and sloppy...&lt;br /&gt;dont feel like attending the class today...&lt;br /&gt;huahhhh can't wait for next week =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-3195705255645133687?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/3195705255645133687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=3195705255645133687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/3195705255645133687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/3195705255645133687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2010/10/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-8575032489527202817</id><published>2010-10-06T10:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T11:48:31.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beauty of Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When I was in primary school, I learnt a song called 'Music Shall not Perish'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Back then being a little foreign girl, I dont understand what is the meaning of perish. I dont even bother to look up for it in the dictionary; however, after the teacher explained what it meant, I realised that its true...although I have never thought that the meaning will be much more valuable now that I had grown so much and had listened to new songs (and occassionally returning back to old songs) along the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I remember back then, I was so intrigued with these phrase which said something like &lt;em&gt;music alone shall live, music alone shall live, music shall not perish. &lt;/em&gt;and due to this, I really feel that (now with my language is much better haha) it is true that MUSIC shall live and shall not perish that easily! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Unfortunately, as the time goes by, I began to lose touch of this value of old songs as I listen to the new ones along the way. But that phrase that was once my favourite quote came back to me a few days ago when my cousin and I, despite of the silence of the night and the workload before us decided to listen to some old songs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I realised that those old songs that we used to listen to did not only brought back old memories (mostly the good ones =p) it also brought laughter and happiness as we reminisced about the past such as those&lt;em&gt; 'sadis'&lt;/em&gt; moment when we were still young and stupid... LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The tune of the song that was used by the singers then, as well as their attire and dance movement or make up; and how we as the fans followed their footsteps dressing up and behaving like them also made our stomach giggles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We remembered how, when we... the whole Macpherson Famliy went crazy over F4 and their meteor garden song and drama. Or how we...the whole pack of us (even the mommies) went to watch their first concert here in Singapore Indoor Stadium. (Lol) until all our fathers were freaking angry with us. That was so funny... (kalo nga salah bantal dgn gambar Jerry Yan kayanya masih ada tuh di kamar paling atas hahaha) even now when my aunt heard Jerry Yan's song Wo si zhen de zhen de hen ai ni, she still laughed out loud. I wonder what will my mom react...She used to buy his merchandise and VCDs for us LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Next, the big stars that we loved were A1, Nsync,Westlife, as well as the current King of Taiwanese Pop, Jay Zhou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I remember how we; everytime we went back to Indonesia would go to Safari Karaoke/ Happy Puppy to sing all their famous songs such as Westlife's If I let you go, or Nsync, 'This I Promise You' and the FAMOUS all girls (and maybe guys ) favourite 'EVERYTIME' by A1!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;HAHA! It was hilarious. Especially when I think back how I used to go around from one CD store to another in search of Nsync's Tearing up my Heart CD.  (Back then besides Westlife and A1, I love NSYNC the most! I LOVE LOVE LOVE NSYNC! I followed their dance movement, even until now I still try to follow whenever I listen to It's Gonna be Me' hehe , I bought JC's puppet doll, I bought their live vcds, their cds, their biograpy books  etc. etc.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Listening to these old songs too, beginning to make me get excited once again on how everyone will be reacting when we played it on 5th November 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I hope these songs that I will be playing, from The Moffats, "I'll be There for You" till Savage Garden's 'Trully Madly Deeply' or M2M 'Don't say you Love Me' as well as Backstreet's Boys 'Everybody' (or All I have to give) is not only going to make people reminisce and laugh about the past, but also allows the music to be revived once again as it plays its role in placing itself a place in our hearts once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Somehow, I feel that by listening to these old songs, reminds me of meeting an old friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;As if there's so many things that I want to hear and feel and get shared with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So...I really can't wait right now for the day to come when I will be playing these songs loudly to everyone =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Hopefully, before we all parted...we could have a crazy fun once again together with Macpherson home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Finally, through this experience, I was also glad that I was allowed to experience such joy once again. The joy of listening to the music that was once dear to me and now making more sense than when I was still clueless about what they were singing about.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And then also the joy...of hearing the voices of the singers I used to love once again, as well as the feeling of how each time they released a new album we got all excited and each time we managed to buy it, we felt so very happy. (How I could grabbed hold of Nsync's CD/ Westlife's for the first time). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;WOOOHHH ANYWAY, YOU ROCKZ SINGERS! YOU PEOPLE JUST ROCKS! and I guess this is what people meant about THE BEAUTY OF MUSIC =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-8575032489527202817?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/8575032489527202817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=8575032489527202817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/8575032489527202817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/8575032489527202817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2010/10/beauty-of-music.html' title='The Beauty of Music'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-2987161910321127934</id><published>2010-09-28T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T01:38:29.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in the bus</title><content type='html'>Yeah baby! &lt;br /&gt;With the power of broadband connection, I can record my life even &lt;br /&gt;On the go, like now, when I am travelling alone in the bus, with no headpiece &lt;br /&gt;On with me as I had previously landed it somewhere haha; at least with the broadband connection, I am now occupied with someting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, been a great holiday for the past few weeks. &lt;br /&gt;At least I am contented with what I brought, whom I met and what I gone through &lt;br /&gt;Guess that's the best thing one can ever feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, how are u doing out there readers? &lt;br /&gt;Having urself some fun? &lt;br /&gt;Lol this blog is getting more and more quiet with my blogger on crime busy with her &lt;br /&gt;Own thing, I am left with no one to leave a message. And yes of course with the comment box gone with a click of a button, lol no one cn make any traces behind after reviewing my posts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just reviewed my other blog about food, and I'm beginning to feel a little sad for that blog to be left untouch for one year. Think I should be making some noise out there and make marhsa drool :p and get her hands all over the screen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of hands all over...it reminds me of maroon 5. &lt;br /&gt;Wohoooo!!! With brand new album on the run, I cn see myself getting broke huehehe&lt;br /&gt;Especially with LP along side them too. &lt;br /&gt;Guess time to save up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I could have not been more happier to see maroon 5 with their new album, hands all over! Wohooo though raunchy as Adam may seems, huahaha no offence; his music are really good! And I really like 'give a little more' yeah! &lt;br /&gt;Been listening a lot to misery and get a bit of hype with stutter, I find myself getting more than determine to buy it! Huhuhuuuu! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wish that I have the cash to buy it before the hype dies down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, gtg reaching soon.. Hoooo wat a good activity to accompany the journey :) &lt;br /&gt;SWEET!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-2987161910321127934?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/2987161910321127934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=2987161910321127934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/2987161910321127934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/2987161910321127934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-bus.html' title='in the bus'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-4325773296501668474</id><published>2010-09-18T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T08:58:50.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Brothers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/TJThRFb786I/AAAAAAAABGs/G40cZGUcEaE/s1600/Shannon%2BLeto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518283127069078434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/TJThRFb786I/AAAAAAAABGs/G40cZGUcEaE/s320/Shannon%2BLeto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/TJTgLtpJKlI/AAAAAAAABGk/47PXiz16FSE/s1600/J.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518281935271045714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/TJTgLtpJKlI/AAAAAAAABGk/47PXiz16FSE/s320/J.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been sometime since I stalked them in Youtube &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you guys ;p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-4325773296501668474?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/4325773296501668474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=4325773296501668474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/4325773296501668474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/4325773296501668474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2010/09/hot-brothers.html' title='Hot Brothers!'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/TJThRFb786I/AAAAAAAABGs/G40cZGUcEaE/s72-c/Shannon%2BLeto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044441100579360322.post-1055859232060977102</id><published>2010-09-13T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T11:25:34.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Looks like it has been another year since the last time I've written anything about you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;How are you doing up there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I wonder how long will we have to wait till we are able to meet once again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I dont know if you are going to recognize me then, but I believe we will definitely know what to do then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I really want to write a beautiful piece of written works that leave no trace of tears nor sadness anymore whenever I took out the courage to write about you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I believe this is the time for me to let go of the sadness and the resistance of holding things back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I guess, its because, the thought of losing you stills haunts us all that we dont even wish to even bring the things up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;However, I guess, its not going to be very healthy for us to keep holding 'begrudges' and remorse after all that had happened; after all it is for the best of everyone that He takes you with Him. Moreover, I believe, a person like you is one that seems pleasing in His eyes and that's the reason why he wanted you to be with him before anyone else's, say like myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Through this pain however, I've realised the beauty of being a humble person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I've realised that although it may not be easy to be everyone's favourite, and at times even have to take up a whole lot of courage to be honest, but at the end of the day, it is the heart and the sincerity that matters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I've realised that...although it is not easy to adopt characteristics that are totally different from the crowd, at the end of the day, it is about the individuality and the willingness that makes it happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I guess I shouldnt say that I regret the fact of your departure anymore...at least after all that had happened in my life, maybe I have a much better strength and confidence to say it that I actually 'thank you' for the lesson you've taught me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And personally, I felt that I think I have understand what He wants from this experience. I dont want to say for sure, for I dont want to be misunderstood...but I guess, after much interaction with our creator, I think I know what He was doing the day He sent His angels to guide you to his kingdom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And I think I should really learn to thank Him for the understanding; or rather I was glad that I've did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Anyway, I just want you to know that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;the day I thanked Him for the clarrification, I actually thanked Him too for giving me the chance to have such a great cousin as yourself to be part of the person I learned to know in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It is indeed such a blessing to have you as part of the family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Finally, as I've always said, "Forever you are our best and wonderful cousin." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Farewell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Love always, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Me =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-1055859232060977102?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/1055859232060977102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=1055859232060977102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/1055859232060977102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/1055859232060977102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2010/09/farewell.html' title='Farewell'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-2065137164670971147</id><published>2010-09-06T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T10:23:47.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Car</title><content type='html'>Getting so used with public transport had eventually made me unaware of the importance and beauty of owning a car. &lt;div&gt;Guess some reasons could be due to the fact that the car is not belonging to me, and next i dont drive a car...so as a passenger lol so long as there are transportation that can get me there, im quite contented there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, today, when...after a chaotic moment with stupid alarm clock which left me jerking out of the bed like a mad dog, then I realized the beauty of a car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That DANG Car outside my house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of course, then was when I realized that with car, it can really help me to travel as fast and as convenient than waiting for the bus and the train that at times, especially during the rainy weather; the waiting may seems like a life time of waiting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, glad that I was in the car, I was also glad that i was saved from the rain and the chilly weather as well as the lateness! (I was to be in class by 8:30 and had to have been awaken like at 6 and board the bus by 7...but...due to the 'complication' I jumped out of the bed by 7 and left to wonder what should I do if I don't have a car... BIG BIG LATE...what a school too right....with the one hour journey....haiz) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most important thing about this blog...haha the lateness due to the chaos cause by the alarm clock...haiz....what a morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For pun factor, huahaha I even prayed and thank God for the creation of car xp a thing that i would have never thought of praying before until today...when I am 'forced' to realize the beauty about it. Well, I guess everyone has their time of reminder to not take things for granted. and I got mine today! Not bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-2065137164670971147?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/2065137164670971147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=2065137164670971147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/2065137164670971147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/2065137164670971147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2010/09/car.html' title='Car'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-3000410874584782921</id><published>2010-09-06T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T10:08:16.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentosa part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-3000410874584782921?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/3000410874584782921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=3000410874584782921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/3000410874584782921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/3000410874584782921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2010/09/sentosa-part-ii.html' title='Sentosa part II'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-257099554311048108</id><published>2010-08-29T18:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T23:03:09.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentosa (love the sun tan and the halo rainbow)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/THya8xOfYiI/AAAAAAAABGM/7hHKNgOKtRg/s1600/sentosa44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511450412791587362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/THya8xOfYiI/AAAAAAAABGM/7hHKNgOKtRg/s320/sentosa44.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Good morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;9:44 a.m. a very very early morning, with nice weather here in Macpherson or the area where I stay =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Let's see, what shall we do today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Freak! for one thing I know, I will have to go for fyp meeting, which, of all things, I dreaded the most. Before, I will be free to shop with an old friend at 313 =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/THs34Zze3XI/AAAAAAAABD8/HQ91OowEMAQ/s1600/sentosa8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511060011156954482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/THs34Zze3XI/AAAAAAAABD8/HQ91OowEMAQ/s320/sentosa8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Anyway, what had been a long waiting Saturday eventually turned out to be a fun and interesting day. Hehe, with more than fifteen people turning up, and a few faces that I know, hehe, I felt so much comfortable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;It was 8:45 a.m. when I arrived at the platform of harbor front MRT station, on &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/THs4QafEnPI/AAAAAAAABEE/LodagRknUGY/s1600/sentosa9.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday, 28th August 2010. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;I looked around for the faces of GKY members and found no one around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;So I called the person in charge, Melissa, (=p the only person I know with the contact number recorded in my mobile phone ) and found out, to my greatest relief that i was in the right station, except that maybe the people will be arriving in a little while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/THs48nTcy3I/AAAAAAAABEU/BKvYXr4gBI8/s1600/sentosa10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 301px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511061183011801970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/THs48nTcy3I/AAAAAAAABEU/BKvYXr4gBI8/s320/sentosa10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Okay...I was too early...lol, pros and cons (RP screwed me already with its 15 mins before starting time policy) So, I waited and be&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/THs4oe5HOCI/AAAAAAAABEM/FF_dojngfDc/s1600/sentosa11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 294px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 189px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511060837156468770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/THs4oe5HOCI/AAAAAAAABEM/FF_dojngfDc/s320/sentosa11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fore long, a few people come, and few more, and a few more...and a lot more...and soon enough a whole crowd beginning to form as we made our way towards the tram station to Sentosa, Siloso Beach!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;The time was about 10:30 a.m. when we reached Siloso Beach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/THs7WHv41oI/AAAAAAAABEk/mX1LvDmCyoA/s1600/sentosa13.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;For a &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/THs7rqHdqBI/AAAAAAAABEs/tRnOr242RPQ/s1600/sentosa14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511064190243940370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/THs7rqHdqBI/AAAAAAAABEs/tRnOr242RPQ/s320/sentosa14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;starter, we played ice breaking games, playing, singing, dancing, hopping, shaking, grooving and walking in a circle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/THs8qQlhGnI/AAAAAAAABE8/0TEYx23zx7Q/s1600/sentosa16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511065265722432114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/THs8qQlhGnI/AAAAAAAABE8/0TEYx23zx7Q/s320/sentosa16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;It was very entertaining. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;After&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/THs9ZPpVHQI/AAAAAAAABFE/G1qgWtGNIu4/s1600/sentosa19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511066072923839746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/THs9ZPpVHQI/AAAAAAAABFE/G1qgWtGNIu4/s320/sentosa19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that, we proceeded on to play 'name naming' games, after we self introduce ourselves to one another, got divided in a group got challenged to remember and recall other people's name in another's team and if one soul is unable to remember or mistaken the other person's name,(like what happen with one of my team mates) then that fella will be shot with water gun. (The beginning of getting wet from head to toe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;Gee, enough with the water gun attack, we moved on to play guessing game, and carried on further with going out in the 'wild' to explore the different station and different games placed in that station. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;First station is a disaster, we had to dig out some bits and pieces of puzzle's piece that were buried underneath a thick sand, and made out the picture of the puzzle, in order to get the clue for the next post station. (it reminded me of amazing race) =) COOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;After we got the clue, we were each given a picture of unknown ladies doing some dance/God knows what (aerobic, maybe) which we were to follow and showed in on the next station. Individually first, followed by the whole team. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;Lol. I have to admit that at times like that, in order to get the score, all sorts of shy nerves that are present in the body turns numb , and the un-embarrassed nerves turns in. Everybody's f&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/THs_bV70q7I/AAAAAAAABFM/vrDAgkST95s/s1600/sentosa21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 233px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511068307995012018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/THs_bV70q7I/AAAAAAAABFM/vrDAgkST95s/s320/sentosa21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ace and action was so comical then, that everyone can't stop laughing. LOL LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;Next, an even more exciting adventure'. We were told to stand in circle, and to take turns, squeezing sea-water out of a medium-size sponge with our butt. B-U-T-T BUTT! and nothing else. There was a moment of 'huh' session for everyone, but at the end of the day, again, for the sake of winning the game and ending that post quickly, everyone just butted in and butted out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;(pic: Inigo squeezing out water to pail)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;Throughout the game session, I was not wearing my slipper for the sake of feeling the softness and hotness of the sand as well as easy reference to run! hahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511071352219857922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/THtCMijldAI/AAAAAAAABFc/y0jPijGfDCA/s320/sentosa26.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;The last station before we went back to have some delicious, yummy lunch (and of course getting more wet than just wet) three of us were told to hold on to a pail of holes(my goodness), with one member to help bringing in the water from the sea, and another member to answer questions given by the game instructor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;Team that was able to answer the question correctly will have the chance to scoop in as much water from the sea as the carrier is able to carry and to toss the water from a given boundary into the hole-y pail held by the other three members, with feet! BARE FEET! (sadis juga ya permainannya haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;HAHA, sure you can imagine what had happened. lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;As a result, everyone had a wild wild wet experience! =9 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/THyZ1UqX90I/AAAAAAAABGE/0omkA14fAk4/s1600/halo+rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511449185353201474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/THyZ1UqX90I/AAAAAAAABGE/0omkA14fAk4/s320/halo+rainbow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;And ohh., before I forget, we even saw a halo shaped rainbow circling around the sun that day. We were in the middle of stationing ourselves when Ko Hendra shouted, "semuanya ada rainbow di atas kepala kita, cuman bentuknya halo" (&lt;i&gt;everyone, there's a halo shaped rainbow above) &lt;/i&gt;For a second, I thought he was joking, till i looked up and there it was, exactly above all of us, a beautiful circle rainbow, like an angel's halo could be seen circling around the brightly lit sun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;It was a rare occassion, and it was a beautiful, magnificent, &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/THtD_OZg0QI/AAAAAAAABFk/_X-mxeDb5Zs/s1600/sentosa27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 287px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 193px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511073322493858050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/THtD_OZg0QI/AAAAAAAABFk/_X-mxeDb5Zs/s320/sentosa27.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;indescribable sensation. Thanked God for that! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;I guess He had surely heard our prayers and Himself was smiling as He saw us playing, and digging, and tossing water, and squeezing water and getting ourselves wet and laughing and most of all, worshipping Him, as we celebrate the welcoming of new youths in the &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/THyYr4rKekI/AAAAAAAABF8/3VwkaMhrRtQ/s1600/sentosa22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 278px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511447923709868610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/THyYr4rKekI/AAAAAAAABF8/3VwkaMhrRtQ/s320/sentosa22.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fellowship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;so, obviously, after a half day's of hard work and fun, we went back to the first station and filled the growling 'feed me feed me' stomach with nasi putih, and rendang, and perkedel, tambah cabe! hahaha asik deh =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-257099554311048108?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/257099554311048108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=257099554311048108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/257099554311048108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/257099554311048108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2010/08/sentosa-love-sun-tan-and-halo-rainbow.html' title='Sentosa (love the sun tan and the halo rainbow)'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/THya8xOfYiI/AAAAAAAABGM/7hHKNgOKtRg/s72-c/sentosa44.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044441100579360322.post-107091259544653313</id><published>2010-08-22T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T23:53:25.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah! I ate the Veggies =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508494399177497378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/THIaeIY0GyI/AAAAAAAABDs/fEisDpNI_h4/s320/IMG02237-20100817-2004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-107091259544653313?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/107091259544653313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=107091259544653313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/107091259544653313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/107091259544653313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2010/08/look-i-ate-vegestables.html' title=''/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/THIaeIY0GyI/AAAAAAAABDs/fEisDpNI_h4/s72-c/IMG02237-20100817-2004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044441100579360322.post-1869152394758397722</id><published>2010-08-12T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T07:54:50.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Company (a new heart)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"To get out of the box"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps that is one of the feeling and new mindsets that I had received from the camp that took place a few days ago. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the past few days, or rathers, ever since my friend and I had a chat about the circle of friends that we are having, which, in compared to the previous years, seems to be getting smaller; and it worries us tremendously, I had been thinking 'what is actually wrong with the people around me?" Or maybe, there is nothing wrong with them, neither do I (maybe I do), but more imporatantly, before we moved on to that, maybe I should also think about, what is going on?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I realised, that maybe...for a while, we have been too preoccupied with our own comfort zone that we are beginning to only look at only what we feel is the 'safe-zone' and we also see what we wanted to see, or feel how we wanted to feel. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are so used with the surrounding that we have, that at the end of the day, we started to box our mind and our social ability, to what we deem as how we wanted it to be. Thus at the end of the day, we only mix with the same people, and force to think in the same way, we had always think, and as the time goes by, forgotten the beauty of exploration. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The thrill of meeting up with new friends, the ideas of saying our name loud and clear, smiling politely and share some small introduction talk. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;However, through the 3 days camp, I was brought forward once again, to self introduce myself, to be out of this little (corrupted box) and to begin with the exploration of new company to enlarge the almost enclosed circle.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was glad, that through this experience, once again, I was reminded of the beauty of my own native language, Bahasa Indonesia and the way of living of Indonesian citizens which are by nature more amiable, approachable, talkative and crazy eater. (hahaha, not a bad thing...not at all...food is to be enjoyed when we are still alive, savvy?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But above all these, is the fact that I was reminded once again about the beauty in being together with what we always call in Indonesian Language as "saudara seiman" (Family in Christ). Been sometime since we had a sense of belonging, after 'living' lives like a nomads in between 2 countries...Somehow, I really hope that through this camp, we are all driven to move forward to do something, or in other words, to give back to Him, with what we have, physically and emotionally this time, apart from just financially. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of course, I also hope that...our humanistic judgement and expectation can also be lowered down this time. Maybe I should ask God to give me some grace in being a little less sensitive, and more ignorant (that occur in a good way) so that the one thing I/ we focus on is to serve Him and nothing else. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was also comforted with the fact that my chains are gone. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Release...from the burdens that had been engulving me like a fire ball, that resulted in both body and soul burning with anger and disappointment and confussion. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ironically, it all occurred even before the camp started. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That afternoon, before we set out to Johor and were in the middle of the service, the sermon on that day, touched me so much, knocked me so hard and healed me so perfectly, that for a moment I understood what He wanted to say to me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For a moment I realised that I was being a little selfish with my thinking that death may be the best way out. Although if compared to the past, this sort of mindsets had been slowly making its way out of the back door; however, I really hope that it will not come back to me again. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For a moment, when I was blinded with anger and sorrows, I began to think that God is being less concern. Or maybe, He is actually there, but I was being self-reliant. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was embarrassed with the fact that I have to bother Him with little issues, and thus, with pride I walk and with shame I fall, because at the end of the day, I was 'forced' back to return to His call and His help again. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was made to understand that He cares even to the littlest, lamest issue in my screwed up life. Heh...but I guess at times, I just didnt want to bother Him so much. Guess at the end of the day, I was just tired...and when I began to get worn out. Then, stupidly, aimlessly, I put the blame on myself, on God's way, on God's approval in allowing all these to happen in my life. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I came before Him and brought with me thousands of angry questions, starting with the big word "WHY" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;However, fortunately, I was healed...and made well once again; as thousands of tears streamed down my fatigue, lifeless face it automatically washed away the burdens I had in me. Hopefully, the next time things like this occurred, I wont wait till it all crumble down before I seek for the His help. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haiz...pride and egoism. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gotta get rid off you before you get rid of me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, thanks for the camp...time to Walk His Path the way I should &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gotta go, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take care now, Bye bye then =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me =) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-1869152394758397722?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/1869152394758397722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=1869152394758397722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/1869152394758397722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/1869152394758397722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-company-new-heart.html' title='New Company (a new heart)'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-5696851386375472029</id><published>2010-07-29T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T05:25:44.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The phrase "dog eat dog world" is not something that I have never heard before. Unfortunately, I guess this year, this time was the time when I really experienced what it meant by "dog eat dog world" and just as mentioned and just as it is being descript, it's not a good thing to be involved in such situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;What a shame to admit that just as it seems I was beginning to step into the real world, I am beginning to feel like I wanted to back away. Perhaps the churn is just too hard and crazily cruel that I dont feel like taking the ride again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;The whole grouping thing, and the whole honesty just turning me into something I am not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I hate that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Despite of the fact that I know truths hurts, but it is even more hurtful when it is being spoken out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;My heart has not been leaping with joy ever since the project is over...I wonder why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;it should be a shout of celebration, but I dont find anything to be joyful at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I dont fucking enjoy this "I'm done" thing knowing that the next is about to come, and the same shit may occurred once again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I guess I may have to agree that being individualistic is at times better. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Well...what can be done now...everything's been out, be it they want to believe it or not. Everything's laid out be it perfect, or not. Everything's over...like what everyone had said, be it I like it or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Guess one thing that I've learn from this dog eat dog world thingy is: though it may&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt; not easy to be good samaritan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;but I guess being a big bad moron is not as easy too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Maybe this is all because we are just ordinary people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-5696851386375472029?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/5696851386375472029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=5696851386375472029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/5696851386375472029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/5696851386375472029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2010/07/phrase-dog-eat-dog-world-is-not.html' title=''/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-8320024196690948577</id><published>2010-07-25T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T18:50:09.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Travis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/TEzpbJx3PGI/AAAAAAAABDk/uyv_dBM--Ng/s1600/SAM_1276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498025897803332706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/TEzpbJx3PGI/AAAAAAAABDk/uyv_dBM--Ng/s320/SAM_1276.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hulalala....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;see this beautiful tattoo made by Aelvin from Imagine tattoo on someone's arm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Can you believe it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The portrayed just looks so real....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Trav must be glad that someone could draw his face so well on someone else's skin. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It was a biggy suprise to have found Travis's picture in his album.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-8320024196690948577?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/8320024196690948577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=8320024196690948577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/8320024196690948577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/8320024196690948577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2010/07/travis.html' title='Travis'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/TEzpbJx3PGI/AAAAAAAABDk/uyv_dBM--Ng/s72-c/SAM_1276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044441100579360322.post-7774566285846929457</id><published>2010-07-25T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T08:38:45.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/TExY1PWfVpI/AAAAAAAABDM/LTKUMHZra5Y/s1600/ramshackle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497866916789704338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/TExY1PWfVpI/AAAAAAAABDM/LTKUMHZra5Y/s320/ramshackle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The mess in my house before it was slowly built up =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A TOTAL BEAUTIFUL MESS...CREATED BY ONE POWERFUL PERSON....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/TExZuZaDdGI/AAAAAAAABDU/TcBku76mfGU/s1600/cement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497867898741552226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/TExZuZaDdGI/AAAAAAAABDU/TcBku76mfGU/s320/cement.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;THE CONTRACTOR!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/TExaI7UfAsI/AAAAAAAABDc/QnBUoMDz4js/s1600/sand%2520mountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497868354521596610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/TExaI7UfAsI/AAAAAAAABDc/QnBUoMDz4js/s320/sand%2520mountain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look! A sand mountain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-7774566285846929457?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/7774566285846929457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=7774566285846929457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/7774566285846929457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/7774566285846929457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2010/07/mess-in-my-house-before-it-was-slowly.html' title=''/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/TExY1PWfVpI/AAAAAAAABDM/LTKUMHZra5Y/s72-c/ramshackle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044441100579360322.post-7635459469329531212</id><published>2010-07-25T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T00:11:21.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piggy Rules</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A few days ago, after getting sick of all the hussle and buzzle of my busy life,&lt;br /&gt;I decided to walk down the busy road of Toa Payoh and end myself up in the&lt;br /&gt;National Library.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...not a very good choice, but since its been a long time since the last time I set my eyes on some fictional books, I decided to take a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, whenever I feel stressed out in life, I find my solace through reading children's story books. And to my surprise...hehe I managed to find some nice children story books with pigs as the lead character.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why they chose it to be pig, but pig that's it!&lt;br /&gt;The piggy Rules!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and they are really cute when being drawn as an illustration in children's story book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first book I found was a book entitled "Freddy goes to Northpole" and the second one is a book called "Beryl's, a pig Tale" haha both books are adorable...and both books make me smile...&lt;br /&gt;so at the end of the day, I decided to have them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-________________________- I dont know when will I be able to read it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I really hope that I could read it.&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to read about Freddy as he decided to make a tour agency for all the animals in the farm and I think the concept is really interesting. Especially for a book which was created in 1926!&lt;br /&gt;It was brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other book, on the other hand, was left untouch temporarily because I have to make a balance between my leisure read and my serious read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really really trully very very very much wish that i can immediately have my upcoming August Holiday... gotta tanks the big event YOG for conducting it in RP. huhuu!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I really really been in a lot of business for the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Really feel like getting harder and harder to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was late for my piano lesson because I slept at 5 in the morning after talking about some life thingy with my sister. It was very irritating to play piano when you are sleepy, because the eyes kept on twitching. As a result, the notes are all over the place, and the tune is all over the place as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IRRITANT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish that I can spend more time playing the piano...&lt;br /&gt;it makes me happy when I play the piano.&lt;br /&gt;Earlier on, I was playing Liubestreum (A Dream Of Love) by one of my favourite composer, Listz, and I was so so so happy although it was the simplified version.&lt;br /&gt;But still to have the pleasure to play Listz, it was a great honour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, a few hours ago, precisely about 2/3 hours ago, I just saw this beautiful piano in white at Kawai music school at Paragon. I never know there was a music school in Paragon...&lt;br /&gt;maybe its time to explore...anyway, it was so beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;and though the price was also beautiful...unfortunately it was sold out...&lt;br /&gt;haiz....&lt;br /&gt;how I had imagined myself playing it in my new house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! talking about house.&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I went to my new house which is still under construction.&lt;br /&gt;It was NICE!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;The four ceiling was brilliantly done, the painting was satisfactory and the whole mess that was beginning to take in the shape of a house, was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY CANT WAIT TO GET IN THERE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;WUAHHHH!!! SEEMS LIKE A NEW BEGINNING....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I'm really glad that, despite of all the nasty things that may be revolving around me at the present time, like say, school projects, school rjs, etc. etc. but in between those business, there is always something that makes it happy, and make me to forget about it for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;For e.g.&lt;br /&gt;1. The birth of my new born cousin. It was a long waiting one, and we are all so overjoyed when he was born. It's kinda funny to get crazy over baby stuffs at my present age, but it was just so fun!&lt;br /&gt;2. The appearance of the house that was on the process. although at times it was slow and all, but at the end of the day, it gaves us a good feeling everytime we go in there.&lt;br /&gt;3. To find out on books with pigs to rule the characters above all the other animals. (kinda hilarious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and many many more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was glad that sooner or later, or hopefully sooner, I hope, it will all be gone.&lt;br /&gt;For a moment just go away, and just fly...you know I mean, all these busy lifestyle, anxieties, bla bla bla bla...and leave me alone for a moment...&lt;br /&gt;Before I have to strive it again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, gotta go...&lt;br /&gt;very very tired...&lt;br /&gt;have been having a bad headache all these while...I dont know why.. maybe is the lack of sleep, maybe is the moody thing...&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, I just wish to have a good night sleep tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tk Cr bb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-7635459469329531212?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/7635459469329531212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=7635459469329531212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/7635459469329531212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/7635459469329531212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2010/07/piggy-rules.html' title='Piggy Rules'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-6653438632134260830</id><published>2010-07-12T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T07:26:20.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's been a while since I saw your moves and I hear your voice. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For a while I thought I have forgotten everything about you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was so strange the day I decided to find out about you one more time and to my greatest surprise, unlike the past, it is easier to get track on to you...and though it may seems so long ago, and the feeling may had faded with time; however I think it all comes back to me...all at once the moment I see and hear the same things that I had been listening and seeing few years back. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Thinking back the time when I...got to let you go for a short period of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;it seems so...saddening...very very heart-breaking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;if only they know how much you means to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;the move, the groove...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;all that never brings a disaster to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;in fact it was all a beautiful thing that made me smile every single day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Even today when I was moving towards the rhymn of your songs it made me happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And I was so damn grateful that I was able to continue that moved that was once part of me... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And with the vidoes flooding more frequently now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I was able to get more clear vision about how it is done...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Feels so good to have find you again...in times when the world seems so hard for me to bear at times...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;If only we grow together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But its okay too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;at least to find out about you in the middle of what seemsso sickening to feel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;and too tiring to do...it just feels so damn great!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;How I wish right now...I will be having the right amount of time to spend with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;and to spend that really precious time to master it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Give me a chance...let me do it once again...without giving u up anymore this time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;for the boundaries had been broken...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I've set myself free from the fear that was once haunting me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And with passion, this time, I will do it again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Toast...for a better tomorrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And for the practice that needs to be done....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;freak...not gonna be easy... =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Anyway, Nice to meet you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-6653438632134260830?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/6653438632134260830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=6653438632134260830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/6653438632134260830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/6653438632134260830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2010/07/old-love.html' title='Old Love'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-4252792263994133198</id><published>2010-06-04T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T09:39:08.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrapbooking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Had never felt the joy of scrapbooking so much that I found myself buying the materials for scrapbooking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;So excited that I am addicted to it. The world that was once 'only' belonging to my sister in the house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;Gee.. managed to make my own version, with the help of of course the one that is born to do it, and I was glad that I managed to make a good job out of it. Without throwing any tantrum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;Damn it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;I guess now that I am getting old, and maybe also more easily irritated, I found myself getting angry more easily. Why the hell is that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;Or maybe I'm going out of control? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;The words sounded so much like an old woman...(cih)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;Anyway, had a wonderful shopping yesterday, as I roamed from one paper store to another in search for the right and beautiful designs for my upcoming creation. =) It was expensive some of it, but after much calculation, and in addition to the GSS that is going on around town, hehehe... it sounded kinda worth it anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;It was really addictive. the things seems to be calling me from all direction "buy me " "buy me" kind of thing. =p Had a wonderful lunch at coffee bean as well...savoring the taste of EGG BEN! SWEET! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;I love to walk around town alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;It makes me feel so great! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;And I did it again today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;I walked all the way from Ion Orchard to 313 at Somerset. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;Damn nice! if only I have a cup of hot coffee in one hand and a sun glasses woooohoooo!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;Divalicious! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;Anyway, i got to go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;Time to work those papers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;Take Care Now, Bye Bye then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-4252792263994133198?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/4252792263994133198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=4252792263994133198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/4252792263994133198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/4252792263994133198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2010/06/scrapbooking.html' title='Scrapbooking'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-1823258438939489945</id><published>2010-05-16T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T23:01:38.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/S_DbDyaPKfI/AAAAAAAABDE/wlasDabe258/s1600/SAM_1104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472114405373061618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/S_DbDyaPKfI/AAAAAAAABDE/wlasDabe258/s320/SAM_1104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-1823258438939489945?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/1823258438939489945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=1823258438939489945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/1823258438939489945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/1823258438939489945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/S_DbDyaPKfI/AAAAAAAABDE/wlasDabe258/s72-c/SAM_1104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044441100579360322.post-1945874947032074895</id><published>2010-05-03T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T07:04:42.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vege-tarian</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Funny how what goes around comes around...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think I have to really agree with JT for this one. =p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It has NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER in my whole attire life I saw myself eating vegetables outside my own house ever since I got some issue with the vegetables that was cooked outside; until the food i consumed got some problem with my stomach a few weeks ago, then I'm beginning to see myself as a  green friendly-wild cow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haiz...moreover, I'm seeing myself as a potential to go vegetarian....except that I'm not a pure breed vegetarian...dont make me do that man!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, been busy ever since the new semester began on 15 April 2010. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Immediately, after I took my leave from FCL, I am forked to be the forced labour of the school and all her endless piles of work work work!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everyday, I woke up as early as a hen in a 'rugged' farm and 'work' till the sun goes down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes, I really miss the sun! =p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, no one's to blame for this. Thus dont you ever feel offended! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As I looked at the days that past, I realized, I have not been in touch with some people that I can find on Facebook (hehe) and I also realized that I have not been stalking J and Shan with their wonderful 'expedition' around U.S. (damn it! so good!!) And today, as I began to trail them again, huehehe, I feel so ENVIOUS!!! how can they have so much fun despite of the tight schedule they claimed they are having!!!! grrrr...liar liar!!! (you are to serve forever as the crew of the &lt;em&gt;Flying Dutchman)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haha. Been watching Pirates of the Carribean once again, this time, with the second series, 'Dead Man's Chest' and once again, I am falling in love with Turner!!! haha I wonder why do Orly always have a difficult but cool role to play? Making him more charming then usual...haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In LOTR1, he got the elf's role that slide down the stairs with a skateboard while shooting arrows. In LOTR2, he got another cool role (like a sequel) with the sliding thing from a mammoth's head to the ground, with the whole camera 'ZOOM' in on him BIG BIG BIG BIG!!! (Wooohhh refreshing!!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then yesterday, in Dead Man's Chest: Orly once again hanged himself like side way/ upside down I dont know... as he fought with Jack Sparrow in the giant wheel thing among the forest!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;HOOOH!!!! HOTZZZZ ORLANDO HOTZZZ!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It seems like the cartoon always has something to charm me about...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;SEXY SEXY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay enough praising for the world's most googled man, let's move one to my boring life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yeah, well, in the middle of doing my fyp and I am really calling all committed tattoo collectors to come forward!!! put your hands up!!! and tell me your name, your motives for tattooing et cetera et cetera!!! I really desperately, truly, very in need of your help!!! =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And yesterday, I saw a cool on with his family eating at Hans at Parkmall, damn nice!!! cool pics he had on his arms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lastly, today, as I walked around the library like a geekie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I saw so many nice children books woah!!! my eyes sparkles like crazy!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and guess what, I even found J.R.Tolkien 'Letters from Father Christmas' book there!!! how amazing can it be!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;woohh man...I can't wait for the june holiday to be here..time to cheongggggggggggggggg all the way for all the nice books in town!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;gtg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;c ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Love and Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yuliana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-1945874947032074895?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/1945874947032074895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=1945874947032074895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/1945874947032074895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/1945874947032074895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2010/05/vege-tarian.html' title='Vege-tarian'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-5813713494528491535</id><published>2010-04-13T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T07:41:01.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yowl!!! Just a quick update...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's gonna be the beginning of the semester again...time to lift up my goofey butt up &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and work hard! LOL LOL although I doubt so...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyway, been not very healthy lately...with all the not so right amount of food intake...=p &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got a damn horrible tummy ache last night because of the too cold substances that I inputted in my body...orghhh my gowdd!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyway, last day as worker tomorrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;kinda sad though..because I can't walk around like a cool carreer woman anymore...LOL LOL...and not very much glad either with the idea of school huahahaha...because I'm totally not ready to face it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Just see what I can do alright...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyway, glad that I managed to find Tim's blog...uhhh man...he is hot! HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Now with J not around, it seems so unsarcastic...lol lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;gtg &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-5813713494528491535?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/5813713494528491535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=5813713494528491535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/5813713494528491535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/5813713494528491535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2010/04/yowl-just-quick-update.html' title=''/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-6203705037936662633</id><published>2010-04-05T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T19:23:27.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sleepy...&lt;br /&gt;Gosh...I dont know how long will I be able to take this fatigue.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder, do my body need to get more sleep as I grow older?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should find that out sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally sick here...&lt;br /&gt;sick of the tired feeling.&lt;br /&gt;The unpleasant half opened eyes...&lt;br /&gt;and most of all...DAMN IT! my PANDA EYES!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;it's totally grossing me out...&lt;br /&gt;grrrrrrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been dozing off like a mad pig on the train everyday&lt;br /&gt;huahaha....&lt;br /&gt;Once I was sleeping and suddenly, the moment I opened my eyes, it was my stop.&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, I jerked out of the seat as if it was an electric machine seat and dashed out of the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been feeling hungry all the time too..&lt;br /&gt;I need my sugar intakes...&lt;br /&gt;I think I really need it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candies, chocolates, cakes...sweetened tea&lt;br /&gt;coffemate, caramel candy, ouhhh all started with the letter C...&lt;br /&gt;C is the new sweetie!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah baby i need my sugar!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sleepy here, and I need some sugar effect to wake me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it!&lt;br /&gt;I still got to go to meeting today...&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of Starbucks, Orlando's face came to my mind...&lt;br /&gt;huahahaha&lt;br /&gt;he is a Starbuck King.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I see his candid picture in the magazine, he is definitely holding a cup of starbuck coffee!!! huahaha no wonder your face looks like the starbuck lady dear Orly. =p&lt;br /&gt;Together with the wavy hair huahuahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently wondering how to continue with my Craig.&lt;br /&gt;He had learned the truth, he cried, then now what?&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to do continue with him man...&lt;br /&gt;Need some enlightenment before we can move on.&lt;br /&gt;(any suggestion peeps?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hope to continue on soon...&lt;br /&gt;haiz...been busy and had not made anymore improvement on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go...&lt;br /&gt;see ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE BYE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-6203705037936662633?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/6203705037936662633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=6203705037936662633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/6203705037936662633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/6203705037936662633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2010/04/sleepy.html' title=''/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-7103978908635700116</id><published>2010-03-30T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T17:20:28.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love me, Colin Raye</title><content type='html'>A wonderful, magnificent piece of lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard this song when I was about 13.&lt;br /&gt;At that time my English was still a hell. Thus, I dont really understand the meaning of the chorus, even though I know that it is a sweet piece of words extracted from the writer's grandma's letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, as the song came to replay in my head once again, I found myself mouthing the lyrics without difficulties. Suddenly when it comes to the chorus, I realised, now with my English improvinging more than ever, it is beyond just sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, with the dead of loved ones come and go for the past few years; and though it is really hard to understand sometimes why some people have to leave to soon before I do, I'm able to fully understand the whole meaning of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It even brought tears to my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I read and mouth myself to a lyrics and I cried.&lt;br /&gt;Literally teared on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess from now on that song is gonna meant a lot to me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was really a beautiful lyrics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-7103978908635700116?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/7103978908635700116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=7103978908635700116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/7103978908635700116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/7103978908635700116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-me-colin-raye.html' title='Love me, Colin Raye'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-4682245782791703476</id><published>2010-03-23T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T00:30:25.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pembantu (Helper)</title><content type='html'>Menurut gua, kata kata di atas, &lt;em&gt;pembantu&lt;/em&gt; sangatlah unik.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe dulu waktu kecil, no offence, waktu denger pembantu, yg kepikirannya mba.&lt;br /&gt;atau dengan kata lain, pembantu rumah tangga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi waktu udah gedean, dan gua sendiri udah jadi pem-bantu/pembantu orang2 akhirnya gua baru nyadar, haha sebenernya kata itu nga jelek jelek banget...dia unik dan bahkan bisa ada double meaning. pembantu = pekerja rumah tangga yg memang lah menbantu, atau pembantu as in org yg menbantu org lain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I was to translate it to English, maybe the word will be something like, helper/ the helper/ a helper. Or perhaps more higher in the rank, "my assistant" ciehhh (because we hardly said "my helper" right?) haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, sebenrnya kata pembantu itu lumayan juga hahaha&lt;br /&gt;positive donk positive!!! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, deh kalo gitu&lt;br /&gt;gtg&lt;br /&gt;byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-4682245782791703476?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/4682245782791703476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=4682245782791703476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/4682245782791703476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/4682245782791703476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2010/03/pembantu-helper.html' title='Pembantu (Helper)'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-5233552677997870130</id><published>2010-03-18T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T19:43:17.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I should never never walk into a bookstore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Really I have to make sure that I stop myself, stop my feet, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ban myself, even banish myself from entering a bookstore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;huahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Not before I finish all those beautiful books of mine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Which had been left in the shelves untouch. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Frankly speaking, I have been a little upset here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;First, because I could not find J.R.R Tolkien's "The Hobbit, there and back again" despite of the fact that i had been searching for it high and low...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;rummaging myself into every boostores the malls/ shopping centres has to offer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I even tried my luck to search for it in the library, only to be told that it was "ON LOAN" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;sigh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Apart from that, after walking in, around and out of the bookstores, I realised that not only am I just wasting my time, LOL, it just made me tempted to buy and waste money... lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I have been buying so many magazines, because of Jared, which I had not continued reading (oppsieeeesss) and many books, because of the promotions of sales and membership discounts.. lol until I dont even know what else is there for me to buy or to look out for. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Therefore, I should really really banish myself from the bookstore...and finish reading those at home, before it turned mouldy and resulted me to get tuberculosis the next time I opened it hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Or worst...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;what if...IF...IF...IF...IFFFFF....my books turned out to be a white elephant!!!! LOL (which they already had now...except that it is still a young elephant) =p That would be horrible horrible!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Once they walked out of the shelves and said "why arent you reading us, Yuliana?" stomp stomp stomp...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I'm gonna be dead...=p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Anyway, gtg...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-5233552677997870130?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/5233552677997870130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=5233552677997870130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/5233552677997870130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/5233552677997870130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-should-never-never-walk-into.html' title=''/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-4915757522374375843</id><published>2010-03-11T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T06:51:46.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In my Pocket</title><content type='html'>Lies my access card.&lt;br /&gt;Ez-link card.&lt;br /&gt;Tissue.&lt;br /&gt;Handphone.&lt;br /&gt;Sweets sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;Rubbish!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahaahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-4915757522374375843?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/4915757522374375843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=4915757522374375843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/4915757522374375843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/4915757522374375843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-my-pocket.html' title='In my Pocket'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-3817333481009952484</id><published>2010-03-09T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T18:58:20.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beauty of Writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After writing manually for the past 3 days, I'm beginning to comprehend what Orlando means when he said "what happen to writing?" when being asked did he do a lot of googling at home, after being considered as the most googled men on earth...(Woohooo) which he replied by saying "I dont really know much about googling actually" and the reason is because he loves writing!!! (yeah!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, being placed in a cyborg generation world, I found myself typing more than I write, ever since I stepped myself into college. (Especially when my college is all about technology, and paperless environment) Thus, after sometime, I realised that I could not really write for long...because well, being a dramatic writer huahaha, I love to write long sentences; and thus, after sometime of not writing, I felt tired so easily whenever I need to write a long thing. Like say, a letter, or points to be taken for an article or even information needed from the museums or something like that....okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But today....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After writing about 3-4 pages long of awknowledgement by hand, manually, physically, I realised that hey!!!! writing is not that bad after all. hahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(I mean it is not bad...I have never think it's bad, except when you made a lot of mistakes and you have to keep erasing it, then it becomes messy, haha) And in fact, I found myself addicted to writing now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Everyday in the office, even though I was given a cute computer and a huge priter (beside me) on my table, I found myself writing about the things I know, I dont know and I need to find out (PDTs..famous is RP and among RP-ians haha) even though I can just simply type it down on microsoft word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I also dont know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Maybe is because, it has been part of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Or maybe is because, I want to fill up the empty pages on my note book haha (not wanting to waste the resources okay...earth is dying!!) lol lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Whatever is the reason, I realised as I was exposed with writing manually again, that ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;actually...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;MY HAND WRITING IS NOT THAT BAD AFTER ALL!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;huahahaha ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A lil narcist here, but really, my hand writing had not changed the slightest bit from the time I stopped writing and turned myself to computer emo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Plus, it is not as tiring if you enjoy it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In fact, you can feel more attachment to your work if compared to the things being printed out. Because, every stretch, every curved, every bend and every hand movement belongs to you. And so, it is more personal, though I may not say that when your files crashed and gone from the screen it will not going to make you curse, haha but the feeling of that personal touch is not as acute when being done in the computer, if compared to writing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In fact, I felt that, the time when I really felt so much attached to my work, that was done from the computer, was the time I printed out them out. When I see those papers, slowly being exerted out of the thin slid hidden underneath or above the machine, you know, the lil gap there, for the paper to come out. (yeah baby!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Again, maybe is the almost same reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Because, eventually, the work is seemingly more physical. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Therefore, it seems closer and nearer to our senses and that's the reason why, it makes you feel so much victorious for achieving/ finishing it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, anyway, as a passionate writer (ouhhh hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I really encouraged everyone to write!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;computer or manual, just write. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It is really interesting. (Especially if you are just as narcist as me, you know, and you adore your hand writing LOL.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, got to go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The time now is 10:59 a.m. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;yes, it is still very very early in the morning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;see you soon!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love and Peace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-3817333481009952484?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/3817333481009952484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=3817333481009952484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/3817333481009952484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/3817333481009952484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2010/03/beauty-of-writing.html' title='The Beauty of Writing'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-593783203836158274</id><published>2010-03-08T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T01:16:09.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depp addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If this is a dream, dont that mean I'm not real when you open your eyes? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO CUTE JOHNNY!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What a sweet sweet hatter!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;with orange head and tremedously pink cheek bones.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He still looks so amazing!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And most importantly, I am able to feel the character...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's what I love about Johnny Depp!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When he was Edward Scissors hand, I felt his pain when he was being shunned by the people in the neighbouring areas, when he was oppss...what that name there, his character in sleepy hollow, I sensed his fear when encountering the headless rider, when he was Willy Wonka, wohoo!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love his sarcasm and his white spectacle so much that I bought one (LOL) to look like Wonka...hehe and he made the whole chocolate seemed so good to eat. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When he was Jack Sparrow...(yeah man!) It was so cheeky and cunning and crazy that I found myself glued to the screen to see more of Captain Jack Sparrow's actions...Moreover, when he was John Dillinger in Public Enemy!!! my Gowd!!!! that character was so charismatic!!! I know he is the bad guy, but  he is cool!!! a cool bad guy... not just because of the Johnny, but the character alone is so impactful! (of course the whole setting was impactful too) that I, as the viewer can really feel myself in that era!!! SWEET!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeahh man...listing all the movies, now then I realised, I have been growing up watching Depp...hehe not bad not bad!!! =))) of course not forgetting From Hell, Corpse Bridge as well as "Sweeney Todd Demon Barber of Fleet Street" !!! wohooo the killing is madness!!!   HAHA time to read the biography about Depp. (got it last year and it had been stuck on my shelves opppsss...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, with Alice in Wonderland in theatres, I went to watch the show, for the sake of, well, apart from Depp, the techniques that was put into it by Tim Burton. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Overall, honestly speaking, haa I dont really understand the story, but I like the colourful theme of the underworld. As well as the snow queen, and the heart queen with the big bald head...so cute!!! very fantasy I LIKE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It makes me to forget about the realistic world for a while. Which is good. haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;though in fantasy, cruelties do exist, but well, just like reality, it can always be prevented. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Except that unlike fantasies, in realistic world, animals can't talk... =( What a pity!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Except that they can be friends woth humans too. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, I greatly recommend it to anyone who is in love with Tim Burton or fantasy/ fairy-tale like kind of story! You will be enchanted by the colours, and the settings, and the whole presentation in the movie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hope that I can get someone who wants to watch 3D with me soon... =p but wait ,before that, maybe I better read up about it first LOL LOL LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Moving back to Johnny Depp, ya!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;oh man...he is so cute...I like the way he go crazy and giggle giggle giggle when placing the hats on the red queen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But the best emotion of all was the time when he asked Alice, is she still thought that all these were a dream, and she said yes, and he felt so sad...because it means he will vanish when she woke up, which the Alice sadly replied, "I'm afraid so" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;;( sad sad luhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I really liked that scene a lot because it really shows the emotional moment of say, a friend, a lover, or anything else, when you have to unfortunately get separated away and the emotions showed by the 2 protagonists were so real that even when they just looked at each other in the eyes, or sigh out an exasperatted sigh without uttering a word, you know, body language, it can already showed the whole tension and emotions.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And despite of the fact that hatter was full of thick make up, the solemn looked in the eyes depict the whole thing, and that's the cool thing that I like about Johnny.  Though his character is a goofy one, but when it comes to sad mood, he can really reveal it perfectly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;GOOD JOB!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Besides that scene, I love the morning execution scene as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In which it flew up into the sky, shocking everyone...that's so magical!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and it can only occur in fairy tales...unless someone else is like David Copperfield. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, gtg &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;See ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-593783203836158274?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/593783203836158274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=593783203836158274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/593783203836158274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/593783203836158274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2010/03/depp-addiction.html' title='Depp addiction'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-472434147707369206</id><published>2010-03-07T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T22:04:06.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smell-ing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Different venues have different smelling value.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;If you go to Juicy Couture, you went out of the store smelling like Juicy Couture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;If you go to Marks and Spencer, lotion section, you came out smelling like lavender smell/ rosey smell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;However, if you go to the Kopitiam, alamak...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;you smell like one too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Which is HORRIBLE HORRIBLE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The smell that I dont even know how to describe, as there are more than one smell coming from that place. (what a headache) It smells a little like steamboat smoke, but also a little like the dusty air, and wind-sweat smell, to make things worst, because when you are in the coffee shop, basically your whole body is there, so your hair eventually stink too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and so, despite of the bad adour that is sticking on your clothes and hands and arms already, the HAIR SMELL IS THE WORST!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The smell of hot sun and wind, and natural scalp oil and smoke...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;buekkkkk (vomit sound) DISGUSTING!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And unfortunately, I am smelling like that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;duhhh-uhhh horrible terrible!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Because I just came back from after lunch-office-hour and geezz...despite of the fact that the minced meat ban mian is DELICIOUS!!! I smelled terrible!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Which is sucks sucks sucks....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Can't wait to go home and bath!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Soak myself with satsuma orange, or silky white goat's milk soap...wouhhhh SEXY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Time to bath baby time to bath!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, gtg &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;talk to you later about the Wonderland I experienced last Friday!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ouhh the days seemed fast eh? Its a new week already...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Alright, gtg see ya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-472434147707369206?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/472434147707369206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=472434147707369206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/472434147707369206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/472434147707369206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2010/03/smell-ing.html' title='Smell-ing'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-4606506010217389200</id><published>2010-02-26T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T00:34:51.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excel</title><content type='html'>Sebel sih sebel sama nih barang yg namanya Excel.&lt;br /&gt;Apa udah sering bikin pusink, suka ganti ganti sendiri kalo salah pencet,&lt;br /&gt;Harus teliti litanya kalo nga satu row missing, semuanya corrupted&lt;br /&gt;Tapi lama kelamaan abis observing and observing&lt;br /&gt;Haha akirnya ketemuin juga 坏脾气nya die.&lt;br /&gt;Supaya nga salah, sekali add rows, semua nya kena added&lt;br /&gt;Cuman kalo dah mau delete tuh unneeded rows, harus highlight semua rownya dari A-1V&lt;br /&gt;Baru nomor2 lainnya nga pada ketinggalan…&lt;br /&gt;Alahasil, rapih deh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, gua malah jadi addicted nih sama Excel sekarang haha&lt;br /&gt;Pengen buat2 terus supaya nga lupa…&lt;br /&gt;Ini skills yg jarang banget bisa di dapetin lho!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, pake Indo deh ya inputnya…&lt;br /&gt;Untuk mereka2 yg nga ngerti indo, too bad deh…&lt;br /&gt;Opppssss!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Kantornya sepi banget nih…gua sampe merasa diri gua paling berisik…&lt;br /&gt;Haha&lt;br /&gt;Kratak kratak kratak kratakkkkkk….&lt;br /&gt;Suaranya si keyboard gila…&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadi akirnya gua ngobrol lagi sama si boss…&lt;br /&gt;Abis satu minggu kerja.&lt;br /&gt;Dia mang mantep sih…gua salut sama dia…&lt;br /&gt;Bener bener gaya wanita karir yg gua pengen jadi!&lt;br /&gt;Stylo, gaya, berwibawa, tapi juga humble!!!&lt;br /&gt;ASIK!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;THAT’S WHAT I CALLED SEXY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ada dignity!&lt;br /&gt;Ada style!&lt;br /&gt;MANTEP DAH POKOKNYA!!! =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe lain kali gua juga mau kaya gitu donk…&lt;br /&gt;Ciehhh&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang pake celana kain aja ke kantor, dah rasanya cool banget nih!!!! Hehe&lt;br /&gt;Sayang nih tasnya kurang gaya…&lt;br /&gt;Baju atasan juga kurang lengkap haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder kapan ya gua bisa jadi kaya gitu…&lt;br /&gt;Duduk di office, bawa mobil, bawa barang keren, punya duit sendiri&lt;br /&gt;Asik dah pokoknya!!! Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinggal 1 jam 33 menit untuk pulang…&lt;br /&gt;Rada males nih, buat article yg di suruh ulang hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Susahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nga ngerti gua…&lt;br /&gt;Harus baca lagi pelan pelan pelan pelan!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Never mind…&lt;br /&gt;Minggu Depan…&lt;br /&gt;Siap siap di gembleng mati matian deh gua…&lt;br /&gt;Asal jangan bentrok sama excel aja, kalo nga ntar pusing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malem mingguan, mau ngapain ya?&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHEHE&lt;br /&gt;Selain cari baju kerja…&lt;br /&gt;Gua pengen banget nih lanjutin baca the hobbit!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hehe sebelom filmnya keluar donk…biar bisa liat aksi si ganteng&lt;br /&gt;Orlando Bloom hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gila lho, tuh orang sih lucu banget lho!!!&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun jorok ya, nga suka ganti baju…idih..eneg…&lt;br /&gt;Cuman orangnya lucu banget…&lt;br /&gt;Baik!!!&lt;br /&gt;Murah senyum&lt;br /&gt;HOT!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Mantep lah dia pokoknya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah pokoknya weekend gua mau ENJOY aja!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hehe&lt;br /&gt;K deh tau diri&lt;br /&gt;Got to go!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Me =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-4606506010217389200?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/4606506010217389200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=4606506010217389200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/4606506010217389200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/4606506010217389200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2010/02/excel.html' title='Excel'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-3817038112372884445</id><published>2010-02-24T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T23:57:52.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LapTop</title><content type='html'>Though it may be a pain and it may be stupid that I feel like banging it to the wall&lt;br /&gt;Or at times, throw it away and get myself a new one LOL&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, I do miss my dear laptop&lt;br /&gt;who remain anonymous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we gone through thick and thin together&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I just need it for the time being&lt;br /&gt;Or I just love the idea that it can help me to get things done, and it didnt make many noise&lt;br /&gt;huahaha except when I am angry and I was typing really loudly.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;I don't know...haha but all I know&lt;br /&gt;I miss it.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-3817038112372884445?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/3817038112372884445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=3817038112372884445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/3817038112372884445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/3817038112372884445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2010/02/laptop.html' title='LapTop'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-2309061520648488266</id><published>2010-02-21T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T16:40:02.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hellow...&lt;br /&gt;nice to see again bloggers...&lt;br /&gt;the time now is 8:12 a.m. Very very early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Huahaha it is Monday once again. how boring it can be...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...luckily I have a damn good weekend watching Orlando Bloom as he played his role as the prince elf, Legolas in The Return of the King, as well as watching how he posed in front of the camera with his cute face in one of those interviews they had during the premiere of Lord of the Ring, The Two Tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huahaha as I watched the movie once again, and with full subtitles being shown on my TV screen huahaha, I found myself understanding the whole movie better LOL.&lt;br /&gt;and to think that LOTR is one of my favourite.. I felt so proud that I went for the museum last time...hehe and even bought that cursed ring home...huahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, been wondering what else to write here.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like recently the days are getting kinda boring...&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of writing a movie review, but each time I think that I have to write about facts, it reminds me of my FYP (final year project) and it made my heart burns.&lt;br /&gt;So, in the end, I decided, NEVER MIND!&lt;br /&gt;just watch the movie and keep the good input for myself!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had been watching UP again.&lt;br /&gt;Wooh that show...&lt;br /&gt;semakin di nonton makin seneng!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Colourful balloons, adorable conversation between the young and old...huehehe&lt;br /&gt;It's just adorable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it got me thinking, what if, the next time I found Jared, in say, an abandoned house, in a jungle, yeah since he likes insect, I guess he would love to live in the jungle, listening to all the cicadas, and grasshoppers, and dragonflies and praying mantis calling and singing in the night, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yeah, so I met him, and he saw me with that blue eyes of his, then suddenly after having a plesant meal,  and some fun, joking around, being sarcastic and talking about music, and life and arts...he decided to kill me...and turned me into a giant butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;As he called out to his collection of cicadas to attack me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;that would be horrible horrible!!!! =p&lt;br /&gt;I hope my Jared is not a psychotic bastard LOL LOL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and hope that he will not have all his insects when we met.&lt;br /&gt;I mean at least Russell and Frederickson managed to gain some dogs after Mr. .... (Okay I forgotten the name of the other old fellow) but if It was Jared, and I am to gain some of his cicadas...kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!! no way baby...&lt;br /&gt;I wont want to have that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rather have Orlie's Sidi!!! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, got to go...&lt;br /&gt;see ya next time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to watch for more movies!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care now, Bye Bye then&lt;br /&gt;Me =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-2309061520648488266?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/2309061520648488266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=2309061520648488266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/2309061520648488266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/2309061520648488266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2010/02/hellow.html' title=''/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-3272752363838358747</id><published>2010-02-03T06:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T06:10:30.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Artist Insperation</title><content type='html'>Brandon Boyd is the one person came to mind&lt;br /&gt;when I was told to make a story board&lt;br /&gt;project for the coming Understading test. (part of it)&lt;br /&gt;How I "wish you were here" man!!!&lt;br /&gt;haha then at least some of my work can be helped out =p (sweet!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huff...&lt;br /&gt;It's the end of the week already...&lt;br /&gt;but the business is getting on my nerves...&lt;br /&gt;guess I have to slow things down...&lt;br /&gt;but i dont know man...&lt;br /&gt;I just felt so damn tied up here...&lt;br /&gt;guess the idea of making it as a comic strip is kinda irritating me now...&lt;br /&gt;how I wish I'm blessed with the ability to draw better than what I have now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, listening to 30 seconds to mars, hurricane now...&lt;br /&gt;a beautiful piece of song written by Jared Leto about the world etc.&lt;br /&gt;A damn cool man I am currently in love with (hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;Feel so glad that I was able to get a magazine (Alternative Press/ AP) with a lot of information about the band.&lt;br /&gt;and to think that Jared is currently making a documentary about the whole 30 seconds to mars thing which is about to be release soon!!! kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so EXCITED!!!!&lt;br /&gt;CAN'T WAIT TO SEE MORE OF JARED AND HIS SARCASM&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Hope that the time it was done, I have the whole time in the world to watch it!!!&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, got to go...&lt;br /&gt;time to get some practice to make the whole project cool and perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya soon!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-3272752363838358747?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/3272752363838358747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=3272752363838358747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/3272752363838358747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/3272752363838358747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2010/02/artist-insperation.html' title='Artist Insperation'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-4338836543802810824</id><published>2010-01-17T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T20:17:11.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Weekend!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah! This Weekend I literally spent it fruitfully. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;As fruitful as possible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I shopped, I ate, I did a lil exercise, I prayed and I have lotza fun for sure!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Trying on clothes, posing here and there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;be SEXY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Dressing up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Making UP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Feeling Good!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And for once in my life, well not really, but anyway, for sure, I touched no'tin of my "picky" laptop and got myself a fulllllll!!! attendance!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Until I on it last night, a few minutes before midnight and I was shocked to see that ohhh mighty mighty...I got a 5 sets of pre-reading list for the lesson today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;huahaha but what can be done right!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;it's about time to sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;=p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;thus I just did a quick reading (thanks to the many times of reading exposure) and got myself to sleep!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;yeeeehaaa!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyway, looking forward for another shopping spree!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;time to glamour up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and have some more fun!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;closets screaming for help!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;got to do something!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyway, before that, coming up, I have ballet concerts to go!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;SEXY MAMA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'M LOVING IT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;CONCERTS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I LOVE YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div 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Weekend!!!!'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-7872934818914831427</id><published>2010-01-11T20:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T21:08:41.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcoming the New Year!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/S0v-H4Xx2VI/AAAAAAAABBk/2qj69olfCgM/s1600-h/gathering.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425709587442555218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/S0v-H4Xx2VI/AAAAAAAABBk/2qj69olfCgM/s320/gathering.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On the 31st of December 2009, which marked the last day of the year 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;family and I had a great feast at home before we proceed on to have a short message given by the priest invited by my aunt, before at a few minutes before midnight, went to the front house to see the fireworks that rocketted the sky like shooting stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was a brilliant night we spent together as a family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/S0wChM2xZOI/AAAAAAAABCk/UIcqAaWSA7M/s1600-h/yeehaaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425714420484498658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/S0wChM2xZOI/AAAAAAAABCk/UIcqAaWSA7M/s320/yeehaaaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It had been a tough year for some of us; like the endless assignments, the boring working and schooling hours, the conflicts with friends... etc.etc.etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It had been a saddening year for another some of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But on the other hand it was a great year too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;with many events such as my cousin's 17th birthday, my sisters's getting a job, my sister being assign to be the designer of Vertu, my cousin and my 21st Birthday (wohooo!!!), the birth of our 2 little princesses in the house etc. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/S0wCpUN9kbI/AAAAAAAABCs/YHDGWkMG2zI/s1600-h/having+fun+with+uncle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425714559899767218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/S0wCpUN9kbI/AAAAAAAABCs/YHDGWkMG2zI/s320/having+fun+with+uncle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/S0v-ehhUrCI/AAAAAAAABBs/MxzwQsYGLHs/s1600-h/happy+singing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425709976445561890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/S0v-ehhUrCI/AAAAAAAABBs/MxzwQsYGLHs/s320/happy+singing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;etc. etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As we filled the house singing, praying, apologizing and taking pictures &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/S0v-yEg9mfI/AAAAAAAABB0/WPnEKdXCAFo/s1600-h/all+the+ladies!!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425710312256805362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/S0v-yEg9mfI/AAAAAAAABB0/WPnEKdXCAFo/s320/all+the+ladies!!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with one another...the bond that we have are tightened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/S0v-_ZU5G8I/AAAAAAAABB8/2eJaZ7Uw82I/s1600-h/couzinssss.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425710541181623234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/S0v-_ZU5G8I/AAAAAAAABB8/2eJaZ7Uw82I/s320/couzinssss.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The night was even more fun when we end it with a toast to welcome the new year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/S0wBKUjFTdI/AAAAAAAABCU/aU86l_39jAM/s1600-h/toast!!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425712927900782034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/S0wBKUjFTdI/AAAAAAAABCU/aU86l_39jAM/s320/toast!!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Despite of the deafening sound of the fireworks &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/S0wBb4d0NcI/AAAAAAAABCc/NQ_5sSxslBE/s1600-h/beautifullly.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425713229600142786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/S0wBb4d0NcI/AAAAAAAABCc/NQ_5sSxslBE/s320/beautifullly.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that decorated the sky, the night was also filled with laughters and love! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/S0v_RVLeHBI/AAAAAAAABCE/-t3e_cNTod8/s1600-h/all+smiles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425710849306008594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/S0v_RVLeHBI/AAAAAAAABCE/-t3e_cNTod8/s320/all+smiles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/S0v_qxYGHpI/AAAAAAAABCM/Jz8t0TeNFdg/s1600-h/the+tongue+thing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425711286371884690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/S0v_qxYGHpI/AAAAAAAABCM/Jz8t0TeNFdg/s320/the+tongue+thing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;with the taste of Henessy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/S0wDGC6eFRI/AAAAAAAABC0/zynS41Lf5iw/s1600-h/alcoholic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425715053470815506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/S0wDGC6eFRI/AAAAAAAABC0/zynS41Lf5iw/s320/alcoholic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-7872934818914831427?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/7872934818914831427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044441100579360322.post-6119267355241829883</id><published>2010-01-11T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T17:08:49.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PHEW!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What a year...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you believe it folks? It's 2010 already. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For a start my life has been almost the same as the way I led my life in the 2009 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;except that, I realised I'm getting sicker, weaker and lazier. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dont know what comes over me, but all I know ever since April 2008 haha I began to feel a little not so much at ease lol &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life seems kinda pretty boring. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Especially yesterday. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After the sleepless night and the fatigue that greeted me in the morning, I found myself dreaming away from the lesson and totally lost in my own world. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;However, the good news is, with tomorrow which mark the official day of my off day, haha I think it's time to make some "soul-searching" lol have a good rest, have a good time, and make sure to be ready for a better day on Thurs. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The days seemed to move one so fast now that I realised we are already in the second week of January 2010. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, for a new year's resolution, I have not many things in mind, except to do some of the things I have failed to do last year. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And currently, I am trying to attend as many family gatherings as possible. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And for that one particular reason, it causes me to look forward to the upcoming Chinese New Year in February. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The idea of a family gathering, after so long of not having a gathering...and with the new people coming into my life, it really makes me to feel the urge and the happiness to go back home. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's been sometime since I last sensed this feeling. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, so far so good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Or maybe kind of good... =p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Time to make it even better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and I pray that I can make the best out of my life this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Got to go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Take Care Now, Bye Bye Then =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yuliana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-6119267355241829883?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/6119267355241829883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=6119267355241829883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/6119267355241829883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/6119267355241829883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2010/01/phew-what-year.html' title=''/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-8716563201152702548</id><published>2010-01-05T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T23:30:11.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hellow readers....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Below (Isabella) is the story I created for my "Art of Story" lesson a few months ago, or rather last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, as always, the length of the story may be a pain, but frankly speaking, the story is very interesting =p (self praise) and to tell u the truth, in order to create this story, I get out of my boundary and think of something that is totally out of my usual writing nature. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The theme of the story is Love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And the setting is in the present time, in a city of Indonesia, Jakarta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thus the characters involves are Indonesian natives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The italic words and time is a guide for readers to understand the flow of the story and able to differentiate the time line of the past and present. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Last but not least, hehe just want to boast a little, I got an A for this article and in fact just as I thought I have exceeded the word limit the lecturer wanted to see, in fact she said that she would like to see more of the emotions involves between the 2 protagonists. (haha.. well maybe I will try to do that when I got the continuation ready =) ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But anyway, it's a good story and I hope that you can enjoy it as you read it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thank you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love and Peace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yuliana&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ps. hope u like the song too...lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-8716563201152702548?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/8716563201152702548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=8716563201152702548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/8716563201152702548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/8716563201152702548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2010/01/hellow-readers.html' title=''/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-2953759908905306275</id><published>2010-01-05T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T23:05:01.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isabella</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Day in the Life of Isabella Surya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;12:15p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabella stopped to catch her breath.&lt;br /&gt;The bride turned to look at the long road she had covered for the past fifteen minutes. She wondered if she was far enough for them to find her, then as she breathes in as much air as possible the beautiful girl began to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I could not do this. I should have never done this.” She thought to herself as she walked past the sea of people who was staring at her with knitted brows, but she could not care less. “If only…if only I could just turn back the time and undo all the things I’ve done” Isabella thought to herself, unfortunately it was too late for her to regret now that things had come these far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, her biggest dream of marrying the guy she loves the most seems to have vanish to thin air and her happiness had turned to sorrow and shame. ‘I can’t tell him, neither can I face him now. I should have never done this. Never. Why didn’t I realize it in the first place? Why didn’t I grab hold of myself from falling in love with him…why…” the questions of what and why lingered in her head, making her sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she walked in her confused state of mind, the twenty nine years old, began to trace back all the things she had done and the day it all started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;It all started when the make-up artist, who had just finish her work for the day was making her way to the parking lot, when she saw the man she had longed admired. Joko was walking towards her direction with a luggage in one hand and a cell phone on the other. In his business suit, Joko looks even more charming than Isabella remembered him to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The make-up artist fixed her gaze on him as he made his way past her without even taking a few seconds in return to her gaze. He was a very busy man, even after office hour, he was often wanted to carry out an important task to one place or another and thus he had to always make sure that his cell phone is available at all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabella turned to look at the man who continued walking and felt disappointed for making herself looks so desperate for him. “its okay, even if he sees me, he may not be able to recognize me either” she said to herself sadly. “If only he knows that I have go all these far in order for him to notice me. The beautiful side of me.” Isabella wished with all her might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her wish comes true however, when the business man appeared in her studio one day.&lt;br /&gt;“What can I do for you sir?” she asked as calmly as possible.&lt;br /&gt;“Are you the boss here?” Joko asked politely as he handed her his name card. “It’s really cool. Your studio, I really love it. Are you a photographer?” he asked looking at her straight in the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His unexpected stare almost made her to lose her cool “No. I’m…I’m the make-up artist. The photographer is at the second storey, if you would like to meet him” she said facing away from him to hide the nervousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, it’s okay, I was just passing by, maybe I will come back later, if my work is not holding me back. Just want to have a few words with the photographer about some photo taking schedule but anyway, I got to go. Please tell him that I’m looking for him. Thank you.”&lt;br /&gt;The tall man made a quick exit the moment he finished his sentences and soon, his figure seems to have faded among the crowds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1:30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabella ran her hand over the beautifully designed gown. The gown she had chose especially for him and wondered what she should do with the gown now. “It would probably become a trash in the closet” she thought to herself, though some part of her, hoping that she could do something better to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, as she pulled up the long gown to make herself easier to move, she realized that she had not worn the heels she bought for the occasion. Instead, she was wearing an old slipper that she had brought from the studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then that she knew they were never intended to be one, despite of the fate that had twined its way around them. “I knew it, except that I never know it will end this way” she said to herself, bitterly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;After their several meeting up, the two eventually found themselves attracted with one another. For a moment Joko seems to have found himself a good friend who understands him inside out and that makes him happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these while, ever since the missing of his best pal, Ian who was believed to have lost his life in an airplane accident, Joko had turned himself into a completely different person. He has no time for family, no time for friends, no time for other interest except for his work. His work seems to be the only source of comfort for him, for as long as he was occupied with so many things in mind, it will gives him no time to think about the ugly truth that his friend was no longer alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, after committing themselves to one another, they decided to tie the knot.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, what Joko never knew was, putting aside the outer appearance of his bride to be, was the man he was grieving for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was of Ian’s request that the hospital made an agreement to call and informed Joko that his best friend was pronounced dead, when he decided to make a change of himself into the woman she is now, which happened to be the day the airplane crash. Thus, the man decided to make that as a false testimony to tell his friend, so that he will not come searching for him during the time he was undergoing the makeover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian had always admired his friend Joko, but little did he knows that it soon turned out to be an addiction, then an obsession which eventually controlling his mind to look at him more as a lover than a friend. Ian had wondered in his corrupted mind what would make Joko notice him, the beautiful side of him, the side of him, who loves to paint his nails instead of fixing the computer, the side of him, who loves bubble bath instead of muddy rain. And this desire of wanting to make his friend to notice him, made him to go the extra mile as to turn himself into a new creature beyond the law of nature. All these he did it for the sake of love from the one man he wishes to be with.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, as the days passed by and the day of the occasion is getting near, Isabella was filled with fears; the fear of shame, the fear of disappointment, the fear of being out casted, the fear of insanity, and most of all the fear of hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, knowing that she would not be able to carry on with her life as freely as she wanted it to be, she decided to give up her love for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8:00 P.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabella looked at the stars that shine above her and wondered how to live her life once again. Mixtures of feelings had clouded her broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;She thinks back of the days she spent with Joko as a friend and as a lover, and she felt that it was all useless, for she had fulfilled nothing in the end. She may have his love, but she had failed to buy his trust and future. He may have his trust but he had failed to attract his attention.&lt;br /&gt;Confused as she already is, Isabella wondered what she could do to bury it all…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, in the silence of the church, a man sat with drooped shoulders. He looked at the picture his bride had left for him, it was the picture of him and his dead friend, Ian, and wondered; why he didn’t realize it earlier…maybe he would have saved him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-2953759908905306275?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/2953759908905306275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=2953759908905306275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/2953759908905306275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/2953759908905306275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2010/01/isabella.html' title='Isabella'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-6554112132699917951</id><published>2010-01-04T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T22:21:59.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arghhhhh!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Males....&lt;br /&gt;balik lagi ke spore, sekolah lagi, sekolah lagi....&lt;br /&gt;tinggal 5 minggu yuliana, bersabarlah...&lt;br /&gt;Kali ini pulang indo kaya anak tolol, gara gara sakit, jadi bengong bengong di rumah nga ngapa ngapain...lupa segala macem...sampe sampe lupa beliin barang buat temen temen haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untung pada akirnya bisa seneng seneng makan CPK sama Edwin dan Vina dan Lia dan Ping2, dan Lady Catt plus Pei Pei...makan 6-7 potong pizza yg berbeda beda plus pasta n salad...&lt;br /&gt;ASIK!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Dah lama nga makan gitu banyak...&lt;br /&gt;taun baruan gara gara sakit sakitan, nga gitu bisa makan banyak....&lt;br /&gt;sebel...&lt;br /&gt;padahal satenya tempting abis...haha&lt;br /&gt;Malah akirnya minum minumnya yg banyak haha&lt;br /&gt;pulang langsung "BLUK" tidur sampe besok pagi...&lt;br /&gt;WOHOOO!!!! a new day!!!! =)))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus, hari terakir sebelom pulang, masih ada waktu ketemuan sama Belinda, makan di Soho, minum Grandma's homemade lemon tea yg sudah mulai berkurang rasa wahhh nya hahaha...cuman sorbetnya sih enak...apa lagi banana cakenya haha asik....&lt;br /&gt;Malemnya masih bisa enak enakan makan waffle and pancake!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;2 in one...asik...&lt;br /&gt;cuman bete&lt;br /&gt;wafflenya kok di masukin ke kulkas sih jadi nga wahh deh...&lt;br /&gt;nga lembek gitu lho...&lt;br /&gt;Cuman makan di bawah kinciran bak Moulin Rouge, boleh juga...haha&lt;br /&gt;ada acara spot light segala lagi haha&lt;br /&gt;SEXY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, got to go...&lt;br /&gt;balik lagi dengan post yg lebih bermutu ntar ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuliana =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-6554112132699917951?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/6554112132699917951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=6554112132699917951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/6554112132699917951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/6554112132699917951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2010/01/arghhhhh-males.html' title=''/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-4799558282838167820</id><published>2009-12-30T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T08:31:05.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Scent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The power of scrubbing is just bedazzling....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not only it helps to remove dead skin and exchange it with the new one, it also provide such indulgence that allows the bathing sensation just seems so so so haven!!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ever since I was pronounce with the symptoms of flu that cause my whole body to get weak and my voice to become so hoarse to the point of disgusting that I don't even remember that it is mine, I have not been enjoying my bath...not only...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;after I went back to the doctor again for the second time, took the medicine that God knows how much dosage it contains (well I know it too though =p), have a good night sleep, and feel so much refresh!!!! then I was able to get back my energy to enjoy the life I am living once again!!! haha and most of all my bathing sensation!!!! huahaha!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thanks to Body Shop Orange body soap and scrub as well as Kanebo's Impress facial wash which produce scrubbing beads as well, wohooo!!!! scrubbing from head to toe, make me so so so so so ALIVE!!!!!!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY!!!!!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;bathing is just the best!!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-4799558282838167820?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/4799558282838167820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=4799558282838167820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/4799558282838167820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/4799558282838167820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2009/12/beautiful-scent.html' title='Beautiful Scent'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-2924970509646096500</id><published>2009-12-24T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T20:46:10.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neverwhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#996633;"&gt;At last I managed to read this book until the end!!!!&lt;br /&gt;happy!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Been dreading to finish this book despite of the fact that it is very very interesting fantasy kind of book.&lt;br /&gt;Never thought that coming to an end, made me to dread on even more!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;It's just seems like I don't want to end the journey so soon... LOL&lt;br /&gt;wohoo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Neil Gaiman is the best man!!!!&lt;br /&gt;The best children/ teenagers/ fictional writer alive!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Love his creation!!!&lt;br /&gt;A brand new surprises everyday...&lt;br /&gt;Door, Islington, Hunter, Lamia the Velvets, Richard Mayhew, Lears, Croup and Vandemar&lt;br /&gt;Even the names are fantastic and magical in their own way...&lt;br /&gt;sexy!!!&lt;br /&gt;I really wonder how will the Night Market look like =p&lt;br /&gt;And how tall and mystical is the Marquis De Carabbas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best after Coraline and The Graveyard book...&lt;br /&gt;LoL struggling to finish the Graveyard book though...lol lol&lt;br /&gt;Loves Nobody Owen as well...and his guardian, the solitary type, Silas&lt;br /&gt;Wooh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Whimsical Whimsical!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just love it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Really really love it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, time to go...lol&lt;br /&gt;got to hunt down my book before it's too late...&lt;br /&gt;hehe in search for 'The Last Song' by Nicholas Sparks!!!&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, huahaha, it was a surprise yesterday when I opened up the Christmas Present and found myself holding on to the make up Manual by Bobbi Brown!!!!&lt;br /&gt;For a moment I was lost about who Bobbi Brown is until I saw the word make up manual, and I was like "kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;guess that's what happen when you got a SURPRISE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love and Peace, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yuliana&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-2924970509646096500?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/2924970509646096500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=2924970509646096500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/2924970509646096500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/2924970509646096500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2009/12/neverwhere.html' title='Neverwhere'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-7919720515170486751</id><published>2009-12-24T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T01:06:20.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horrible horrible</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I feel so tired after exploding a big blow to my sis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It is Christmas Eve...and I am not the slightest happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Nope, not until the whole computer thing crashed and turned my whole mood upside down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Damn laptop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I dont know why the hell is it always making trouble at times when I need to do something important!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And it always crash at the elevnth hour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The last time it crashed, was a few days before my first draft submission. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In the middle of the night, with no fucking human being around to help me solve the problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In fact, what the hell did I get? huh? I got a whole lot of nagging...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and half of my already written words gone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This time it crashed even worst than before, and it is just the time when I am about to leave the country and I have to have this damn thing with me for the submission due the beginning of the year...The whole thing just seemed to vanish in front of my damn face and I just got to wait and patiently wait for it to re install itself, only to find that it is back to zero again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And with the public holiday coming up and with weekend coming, and with my flight waiting for me for the weekend get away for the next one week in Indo, again, I was left to wait...till the school reopen then I can get this damn thing fix!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, not to say that there's nothing left for me to smile about...at least, I was glad that I managed to get in contact with the It help desk who broke the bad news, but revive it back with a little better news when they managed to give me the password for the usename called admin. At least that precious few words managed to unlock the dead comp and allow me to at least get into it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;However, the bad thing is, I have to get back to school to the help desk asap the morning when school starts and seek some help to get back my user id and actual password. As well as maybe the rest of all the other things I have lost, and unfortunately unable to fit in the back up hard drive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I got so pissed each time my laptop crached. I dont know why, though I dont personally admit that I love my laptop as much. But it just hurts me man...maybe is the fact that is it mine. Or maybe is the fact that it contains my hard work all these while. All the sleepless nights I spent, thinking and writing away. and it hurts. It hurt me each time I have to learn the fact that perhaps it may be gone... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Though some people my just tell me, 'c'mon man, you are the writer, you can just re-write that' but no...I cant. I dont think I can. because, the feeling is just different. The feeling of re-writing and writing for the first time is just different, because it is just not as right. It is just not as acute as the first time you write them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The thrill and the actual process of putting your whole mind and soul into each creation word by word, it's different. and for that particular reason I'm sad. This not the first time, nor is it the second. This is the I dont know how many times...but I just wish that I dont need to feel this pain again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I hate it. I really hate it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Moreover, to think that I have to face this kind of shit in the middle of Christmas Eve, cursing, shouting, speaking in an angered tone. I hate it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I really hate it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;For the past few weeks, and months, I have been in deep shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A real DEEP BLOODY SHIT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But just as I thought I would not be able to celebrate the festive season beautifully, I was given a ray of hope that I can make it. But again, another thing came up and it spoils the whole mood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It spoils the whole sensation of Christmas/ or what Christmas is all about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I really hate it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;How I wish that I could smile right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but what is there left to make me smile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yeah I got back my damn lap top thing, but so what? it is not yet finish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and so what, my whole mood has just gone down the drain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Horrible horrible &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This is the first time I found myself not preparing happily for Christmas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Horrible!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I feel so TERRIBLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I just feel so damn terrible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-7919720515170486751?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/7919720515170486751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=7919720515170486751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/7919720515170486751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/7919720515170486751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2009/12/horrible-horrible.html' title='Horrible horrible'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-9217825461148093296</id><published>2009-12-15T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T23:48:37.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/SyiPUOV_o2I/AAAAAAAABBE/r-Ep9fcWoyU/s1600-h/christmas%2520tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/SyiPUOV_o2I/AAAAAAAABBE/r-Ep9fcWoyU/s320/christmas%2520tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415736129523524450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#336699;"&gt;O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!&lt;br /&gt;Thy leaves are so unchanging;&lt;br /&gt;O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!&lt;br /&gt;Thy leaves are so unchanging;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#336699;"&gt;Not only green when summer's here,&lt;br /&gt;But also when 'tis cold and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#336699;"&gt;drear.&lt;br /&gt;O Christmas Tree! O Ch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#336699;"&gt;ris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#336699;"&gt;tmas Tree!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#336699;"&gt;Thy leaves are so unchanging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/SyiP6CQrFMI/AAAAAAAABBM/wiHigQC8e6Y/s1600-h/blu%2520tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/SyiP6CQrFMI/AAAAAAAABBM/wiHigQC8e6Y/s320/blu%2520tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415736779115009218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#336699;"&gt;O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!&lt;br /&gt;Much pleasure thou can'st give me;&lt;br /&gt;O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!&lt;br /&gt;Much pleasure thou c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#336699;"&gt;an'st give me;&lt;br /&gt;How often has the Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;Afforded me the greatest glee!&lt;br /&gt;O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!&lt;br /&gt;Much pleasure thou can'st give me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#336699;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!&lt;br /&gt;Thy candles shine so brightly!&lt;br /&gt;O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!&lt;br /&gt;Thy candles shine so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;    &lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#336699;"&gt; brightly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/SyiQVao6bhI/AAAAAAAABBU/TYZgEJMMES4/s1600-h/taka%2520tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/SyiQVao6bhI/AAAAAAAABBU/TYZgEJMMES4/s320/taka%2520tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415737249515597330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#336699;"&gt;From base to summit, gay and bright,&lt;br /&gt;There's only splendor for the sight.&lt;br /&gt;O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!&lt;br /&gt;Thy candles shine so brightly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!&lt;br /&gt;How richly God has decked thee!&lt;br /&gt;O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!&lt;br /&gt;How richly God has decked thee!&lt;br /&gt;Thou bidst us true and faithful be,&lt;br /&gt;And trust in God unchangingly.&lt;br /&gt;O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!&lt;br /&gt;How richly God has decked thee! !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;some facts about the song: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Times New Roman;color:#336699;"  &gt;O Christmas Tree is a traditional German Carol. The author of the lyrics are unknown as is the composer of the lyrics. The tradition of bringing a tree inside and decorating it with candy, baubles and bells was started in the nineteenth century and is immortalized in the carol O Christmas Tree lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resources: http://www.carols.org.uk/o_christmas_tree.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-9217825461148093296?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/9217825461148093296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=9217825461148093296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/9217825461148093296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/9217825461148093296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-christmas-tree.html' title='O Christmas Tree'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/SyiPUOV_o2I/AAAAAAAABBE/r-Ep9fcWoyU/s72-c/christmas%2520tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044441100579360322.post-7586917643353719871</id><published>2009-12-15T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T23:22:32.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats!!! (Friends and Boundaries)</title><content type='html'>WAHHHHHHHHHHH SO HAPPY TO HEAR A GREAT NEWS FROM MY BEST FRIEND WHO SAID THAT SHE MANAGED TO GET A JOB IN A HOTEL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;WOHOO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the best thing to hear isn't it? when you have been damn busy for the past few weeks...and got no control over the works that kept you busy, then suddenly when you make a connection with old friend, you learned all the great updates...and that makes you smile!!!!&lt;br /&gt;yihee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reconnecting myself with old friends and yesterday I learned that my primary school bestties is now a cheerleader in her uni and will be having a competition soon!!! SEXY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and today when I was text messaging with my another bestties, I learned that she is currently working in a hotel!!!! too excited I forgotten to ask the respective names of their actual venues lol...but anyway, IT WAS JUST DAMN DAMN DAMN GREAT TO KNOW THAT THEY ARE ALL DOING PERFECTLY SUPERB!!!!! YEEAHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Rahayu especially, she had been under a lot of storm...and that had worried me many many...we are distant and thus, it is not easy for us to meet up...except through phone calls...however, due to the storm that I have myself as well...with some issue in school, among mates, works and all all, I have not been able to keep in touch with her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, for the past few weeks I have been burdened with so many things...&lt;br /&gt;the burden of sadness, the burden of lost, burden of fear, and anger, and disappointment, and shame and arrogance, and ignorance, the burden of helplessness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in fact due to some issue in school, had caused the friendship that had been built to the test.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I almost giving it up to the wind and the year end rain...however, just as I was about to give up, things seems to come in another way round...I don't know how...but I guess,  I at last I managed to learn the lesson behind these storm...&lt;br /&gt;And one of it is Loyalties....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got that readers? LOYALTIES YO'WL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why loyalties?&lt;br /&gt;Well at this point of time, what I learned would be well, sometimes you just have to accept people the way they are...though sometimes they may be sucks...and maybe as a friend, what we should do apart from hearing them out, is to shook them up, help them grow...and most importantly, give them a chance to show that they have changed...&lt;br /&gt;and of course by having this loyalties it can helps to melt out the thickened ice between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I was reading the bible the night before, I learned that it is through faith that you can maintain this acceptance and to carry out this loyalties...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I began to think...could it be that at times I was doing the same time my friends had done to God? and if I did, what have I done to make repentance?&lt;br /&gt;then I began to think again could it be that by the moment you had closed the boundary between each other, the need for them to force them to repent and be sorry is not even important anymore...in fact what matters most is just to be friends again...and to make sure that the ring of friend is no longer be broken...&lt;br /&gt;though of course I hope that through this all they too can learn something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for my friends above, who had told me about the cool thing that had made my day with joy and happiness, RAHAYU AND SHIRLYN, CONGRATULATIONS K GIRLS!!!! YOU ROCKS BABES!!!! and THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SHARING WITH ME SUCH A GREAT THINGS ABOUT YOU 2!!!! hopefully I will be able to share some cool stuffs to you people too yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you soon mamaz!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-7586917643353719871?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/7586917643353719871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=7586917643353719871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/7586917643353719871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/7586917643353719871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2009/12/congrats-friends-and-boundaries.html' title='Congrats!!! (Friends and Boundaries)'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-330071667874606711</id><published>2009-12-15T03:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T23:29:55.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights</title><content type='html'>Lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/SyiLG8jT51I/AAAAAAAABAc/fXfXQlHUqBw/s1600-h/let+there+b+lights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/SyiLG8jT51I/AAAAAAAABAc/fXfXQlHUqBw/s320/let+there+b+lights.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415731503362729810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;filled up the earth the moment the Lord commanded it to appear in the earth surface on the first day of the creation. It has serves its purpose from time to time from giving convenience to the world by allowing us to see what is going on in the day, to helping us to see the path ahead of us in the night, or when the place just seems too dark for us to bear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/SyiMWCOgI9I/AAAAAAAABA8/eK6nrOqWEnw/s1600-h/mobilll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/SyiMWCOgI9I/AAAAAAAABA8/eK6nrOqWEnw/s320/mobilll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415732862095729618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights have been everywhere...&lt;br /&gt;and now with the Christmas season around the corner, the lights played an important role for everyone as not only it livened up the mood in the town, it also helped to glamorize the whole appearance of the dull city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And surprisingly, it has never bore me to the very least...hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/SyiLtdd4MgI/AAAAAAAABAs/RFi2SMWoeC0/s1600-h/line+of+trees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/SyiLtdd4MgI/AAAAAAAABAs/RFi2SMWoeC0/s320/line+of+trees.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415732165033341442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;everytime I see the lights shining bright and beautiful from one end to another, it never fail to make me smile...hehe and sometimes I wonder what made this lights so special, when they are just lights...which perhaps has been every where around us...and at times we are so sick&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/SyiL2Wa9MUI/AAAAAAAABA0/Wx8dIW0_12k/s1600-h/big+bow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/SyiL2Wa9MUI/AAAAAAAABA0/Wx8dIW0_12k/s320/big+bow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415732317760860482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; about it and take it for granted...LOL. but when I see all these wonders that the lights can do, it made me feel like a kid once again...=p lol getting crazy and all excited over lines of lights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights in the trees, lights on the bow, lights in a string, lights around the building, lights and lights and lights!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY ARE JUST SO BEAUTIFUL!!!!! and I can't wait to take more pictures of them...&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I have here with me some pictures of the lights that I had captured... hope it brightened up your day as you see it =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-330071667874606711?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/330071667874606711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=330071667874606711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/330071667874606711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/330071667874606711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2009/12/lights.html' title='Lights'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/SyiLG8jT51I/AAAAAAAABAc/fXfXQlHUqBw/s72-c/let+there+b+lights.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044441100579360322.post-5009053367458972055</id><published>2009-12-10T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T17:27:45.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A very beautiful piece of song by Ryuichi Sakamoto.&lt;br /&gt;I love it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soft and gentle tune of the intro made the whole sensation of Christmas comes alive...&lt;br /&gt;It made me think of those flash backs people  did during Christmas season, in the morning or in the middle of the night. Be it about a good thing/ simple a reflection of how we have made it through life journey all these while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they think, the snow starts falling&lt;br /&gt;blanketing the city...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way speaking of life journey, I wonder how long till I have to end it eventually.&lt;br /&gt;I know it seems like a tabboo to say things like this when the new year is about to come and the forgiving season is around the corner. However, it really got me thinking, how fragile one life is...and how fast one month passes after another...&lt;br /&gt;Seeing each and every one of my cousin leaving me behind one after another, I really wonder, how long will I live till I managed to see them again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder, wouldn't it be nice to meet them as soon as possible? At least, it is much better when you have a full complete set of family up there celebrating the Christmas with u, instead of an incomplete batch, that sometimes it got you thinking, missing, the presence of these missing souls, as memories emerged, images of the past revealing itself...it's just...unbearable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think I know how Ebenezer Scrooge is feeling as he witnessed as his past life that was filled with darkness and miseries...all the images that came opening itself from Christmas past,present and future... (or maybe I don't)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I just wish that this season, I will get a better insight about what Christmas really is. To think that I have not been spending some time alone with God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just wish that it will be a season filled with joy, despite of the fact that we will be missing some people in the house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, will I be able to see you again?&lt;br /&gt;Funny how I miss you so much...&lt;br /&gt;You know, just like you people, right now I am having the shit of my life...&lt;br /&gt;and I began to wonder, what would you have done if it was turned around to be you?&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder, dearies, could it be that the pain you were feeling that day as much as the pain I am feeling right now?&lt;br /&gt;Except that you are dealing with natural disasters, while mine is a man-made disasters... &lt;br /&gt;(smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have yourself a Merry little Christmas up there&lt;br /&gt;with heavenly choirs and feast waiting for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope we will be able to join you for the great celebration soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love Always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yuliana&lt;br /&gt;11/12/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-5009053367458972055?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/5009053367458972055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=5009053367458972055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/5009053367458972055'/><link rel='self' 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style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;好累好累哦！！！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;今天放学后到图书管跟同学们一起分享我们正在做的报告，有说有笑，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;非常热闹。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;然而当我要离开学校时，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;发现一本，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;本来觉的很有趣，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;对报告有关的书&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;谁知道那本书根本都没像我想像的那么的有好处。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;心里有点失望。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;因为以为它会对报告有些好处便&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;把它借回家，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;（从学校辛辛苦苦的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;背回家）却发现书根本都没那么的有用。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;更何况书很重&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;我一只手带电脑，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;另一只手带着重重的书真的很皮卷咯。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;不知为什是四么这几天每次中觉的很累，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;也许是应为有很多东西要处理，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;应象了我的睡眠。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;（应为父母都不在家，用人又是新来的，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;所以&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;就没办法咯，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;连家务，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;校务前都要处理咯。。。无话可说。。。）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;辛好有戴戴每天在电视据陪我度过晚日。。。哈哈哈哈。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;好拉好拉，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;时间不早了，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;明天还有很多东西要做呢！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;走咯！！！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;明天再见！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;刘小卑加油加油加油！！！！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-1165926366992502301?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/1165926366992502301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=1165926366992502301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/1165926366992502301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/1165926366992502301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2009/12/normal-0-false-false-false-en-gb-zh-cn_08.html' title=''/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-5339451658174573824</id><published>2009-12-07T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T23:17:34.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chinese entry</title><content type='html'>大家 好！ 今 天 我 就 用 华 文 来 写 博客， 呵呵 像戴 阳 天。&lt;br /&gt;不过呢， 我不能跟你门保正 用华 文写 会 写 多 长 虽 然 这是一 个 经步 华 文好的开始。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;说 真的我已 经 很 久没 有读或 写文了。&lt;br /&gt;老实 说有点想念。&lt;br /&gt;可 是我这此用 华 文 写字如果 有什么错 字 的话， 请读者愿亮。&lt;br /&gt;我一定 会把华文 搞好。&lt;br /&gt;读者们也可一帮我改正。 不要太凶！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这几天看了一些第八播到的节目， 从企鹅爸爸到当我们同在一起， 我发现自己的华问有点经步。 这希望自己能付出多时间来讲话语。&lt;br /&gt;呵呵。。。要不然日子 久了华文 就会变成乱七八糟。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;被谢老师发现的话就 糟糕咯。。。 被骂！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 圣诞节要到了！！！！ 学校假期 也来到拉呵呵呵 好兴奋！&lt;br /&gt;每此想到要回印尼过新年， 与其他的家人一起庆祝， 还有这次生日会在那里做宴会， 感到非常满足。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哎！现在才发觉到用华文写博客真累。&lt;br /&gt;平常用英文写因为已经习惯了， 所以就每感觉这么样。&lt;br /&gt;是啦习惯就好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好啦， 等一下我再谈&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;走了&lt;br /&gt;再见！！！！！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-5339451658174573824?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/5339451658174573824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=5339451658174573824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/5339451658174573824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/5339451658174573824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2009/12/normal-0-false-false-false-en-gb-zh-cn.html' title='chinese entry'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-7546149522675058315</id><published>2009-12-06T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T06:35:59.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A month and 12 days...&lt;br /&gt;I've finally written it all down.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry it if was not as good...&lt;br /&gt;In fact, there shouldn't be a reason why it wasn't&lt;br /&gt;and if it does, I better not be sorry...for I have to make a good one out of it.&lt;br /&gt;It should be done almost as good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up yesterday afternoon in search of you.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what had gotten into me, for a moment I feel like having you once again.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the dream that reminded me of you.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe is the unfinished story...and it burdened me to think of you...so that it can be finished...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it?&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you doing btw?&lt;br /&gt;I really wonder why the hell are we not talking all these while...&lt;br /&gt;how I wish I could have that time with you again...&lt;br /&gt;I really want to talk to you again little brother...&lt;br /&gt;I really do...&lt;br /&gt;I really do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then...&lt;br /&gt;I will miss you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the bottom of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-7546149522675058315?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/7546149522675058315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=7546149522675058315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/7546149522675058315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/7546149522675058315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2009/12/month-and-12-days.html' title=''/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-6852556982091767484</id><published>2009-12-03T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T17:50:09.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A million Little Pieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;By James Frey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;is the best best best best dialogue book I ever read in my whole reading life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;Almost half of the first 3 chapters were in dialogues and as someone who had just learned the powerful effect of dialogues on viewers, I am totally amazed by how Frey conveyed his life story using dialogue throughout the whole 3 chapters... SEXY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;I really love this book very much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;reading it made me feel a certain shade of empathy and sympathy for the author, as I read forward to seek for the actual desire of the author. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;And hemmm....curiosity kills the cat...now I am beginning to get confused of which book to buy for myself this Christmas (ahahaha) now that I have got a glimpse of what happen in 'A million little pieces' and  it really GLUED ME TO THE PAGE!!!! and that is cool!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;Haizz haizz haizzz...why do all the good things come this season...&lt;br /&gt;when...I am planning to tighten my belt, they come...&lt;br /&gt;temptation!!!! kyaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;all the CDs that are in stores now are also so cool!!!&lt;br /&gt;with Archuletta, Williams, Cullum (tho not a big fan), Ronan Keating, and more and more...wahhh freak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this a reward for me? after all the hard work I mean?&lt;br /&gt;huahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;got to save up lots of money every week...to get a copy of Nicholas Spark's 'The Last Song' (damn it! it was no where to be found at Kino yesterday!!! and it only left 3 copies at Toa Payoh, and a few more at Causeway Point Popular bookstore, and it was having a 20% off! NICE!!!) and so I got to hurry and save up my ten bucks so that I can get it before it was gone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since Kinokuniya is having a 20% off for members (Privilege only!hahahaha) maybe I could get 'a million little pieces' there! the copies are still a lot and I have browse through for the best one! hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough promotion!&lt;br /&gt;TIME TO SAVE!&lt;br /&gt;TIME TO SHOP!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! CHRISTMAS HERE I COME!!!! =))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy as a lark&lt;br /&gt;Yuliana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-6852556982091767484?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/6852556982091767484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=6852556982091767484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/6852556982091767484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/6852556982091767484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2009/12/million-little-pieces.html' title='A million Little Pieces'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-2475586491364653898</id><published>2009-12-02T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T23:58:55.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brief-ing</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we had a longggggggggggggggggggggg briefing conducted by one of the lecturer...&lt;br /&gt;who adorable as he seems, he is NOT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;he talked so so so so so so so so much!!!!! exceeding the time limit he was suppose to talk =p&lt;br /&gt;The briefing started at 415 then he talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk TALK AND TALK AND TALK AND TALK!!! in the end, it ended at 615...(when it was stated that it will end at 530. Cheat my heart! ohhh never keep in the time limit, YOU ARE IN TROUBLE!)&lt;br /&gt;I have been keep checking on the time because I was afraid that the cake would melt away...&lt;br /&gt;haiz....&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;why cant u just summarised it dear faci....&lt;br /&gt;no wonder u are drinking so much before the talk right... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, before I ended up being punished by God for bitching about someone older than me in general, I better stop it...&lt;br /&gt;Okay man just want to make things clear here, I don't hate anyone...neither do I feel like hating anyone...except that sometimes haha I just like to disturb people a little bit...HATRED IS NOT IN MY NATURE!!! more to playful...=p (and everybody is playful)&lt;br /&gt;but I mean no harm...seriously...&lt;br /&gt;Adrian is nice...though he is talkative haha (talking too much is not enough to make me pissed off with him...its his gift anyway...LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz...anyway, feel so bored now...sitting in the classroom...&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the day to pass...its gonna be over soon...just got to wait a few more minutes....&lt;br /&gt;but I just cant take it anymore...&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;I need my sleep!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know what, yesterday night in fact this morning, around 1a.m when I checked the school website, I saw an email from Adrian and I was like...man...this dude doesn't need a sleep didn't he? why so on? LOL then I began to wonder..but why the hell didn't he has any trace of panda eyes round his eyes? SO GOOD!!! some other people also...why are they so blessed with good skin? huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu feel so sad here... -______________________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, got to go...&lt;br /&gt;have to FOCUS!!! FOCUS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*FYP= funny young people.... (hahahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;why do we have to do this to graduate.....&lt;br /&gt;aihhhh tough tough tough....&lt;br /&gt;my hair is thinning...&lt;br /&gt;what if by the moment I graduated I am bald?&lt;br /&gt;How am I going to attract Brandon? LOL or Pharrell? hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;anyway...if this really happen I will definitely get back to RP and find that Mr. On to give me back my intellectual property!!!! RP can claim the poster as theirs, but I still have to claim my hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huahahaha got to go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love, peace and laugh always people,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yuliana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-2475586491364653898?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/2475586491364653898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=2475586491364653898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/2475586491364653898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/2475586491364653898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2009/12/brief-ing.html' title='Brief-ing'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-5719753522168379484</id><published>2009-12-02T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T07:23:54.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Funny how even some happy words could sparks the mood a lot better...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, been searching for presents these days...and to think of it, the older we get, the more difficult we are to determine what sorts of presents we want or wanted to buy for others...&lt;br /&gt;So, the best solution of all will be to provide them with vouchers and some cash in a little cute envelope....or of course if you are rich, a credit card!!! sexy....&lt;br /&gt;Imagine yourself holding on to a golden little card that contain sparkling cash inside for a present!!!&lt;br /&gt;NICE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream on anyway...&lt;br /&gt;unless someone out there is nice enough to give me that =p just kidding though...&lt;br /&gt;cheesy yeah man, so sorry....&lt;br /&gt;but i was just thinking wouldn't it be nice? I would love to have it someday...&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But but but....the good thing is, despite of all the useless dreams and the difficulties in searching for the perfect gift for the one who loves me and I love in return this Christmas, at last, FINALLY PEOPLE, I have managed to get the one for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah well, only for you. Meaning. one person.&lt;br /&gt;for the time being. or no, maybe 3 but still yet to find how to get it.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, at least there is some ideas and progress that I can make me to move on =)&lt;br /&gt;and this makes me HAPPY!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah baby! the idea of presents just thrills me to the bone.&lt;br /&gt;Especially, when I, myself here, had also managed to find the perfect gifts for myself...a reward after all the hard-de work. But again, still yet to wait for the perfect time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to save up some cash first before I go that extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish they were here...&lt;br /&gt;my bestties...but what to do...&lt;br /&gt;they are all so far far far away...&lt;br /&gt;and the time is yet to come...&lt;br /&gt;so just got to be patient.&lt;br /&gt;but in a way it is good too...&lt;br /&gt;lol since we are not meeting any time soon..huahaha there's no need for me to buy anything for them this Christmas...(LOL blame it on the distance people bweeeee!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...got to go...&lt;br /&gt;gotta read up some stuff before I go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Had been watching Together these days...well..I dont really like the story line...not yet. But I adore the actors and of course Dai Yang Tian in particular...=p and it is because of that reason I watch lol...&lt;br /&gt;but anyway....good job good job...(clap clap clap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go....&lt;br /&gt;feel so rubbish here for posting something that is not so educated =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peace, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moondreamer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-5719753522168379484?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/5719753522168379484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=5719753522168379484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/5719753522168379484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/5719753522168379484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2009/12/funny-how-even-some-happy-words-could.html' title=''/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-6333807601436478425</id><published>2009-11-25T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T19:18:25.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Airplane</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's been a year...&lt;br /&gt;its seems so fast, yet it is only a year.&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, for once it seems like I have almost forgotten about you...&lt;br /&gt;what a shame...&lt;br /&gt;what a shame...&lt;br /&gt;maybe is the fact that there has been so many things that happened in life.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe the fact that the memories were just so painful that I don't wish to remember it anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, just a few days ago&lt;br /&gt;I was reminded about you once again.&lt;br /&gt;The image of you&lt;br /&gt;as you strive for your ambitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really know anything about the planes before&lt;br /&gt;not that it can fly...&lt;br /&gt;and it can explodes...or it contains a black box...&lt;br /&gt;and two days ago, when I looked up on books about aircraft&lt;br /&gt;it was amazing!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was spellbound to know how cool it was all about.&lt;br /&gt;in fact beyond the level of just cool cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I flipped every pages of the book I was looking through&lt;br /&gt;I could so imagined you sitting among the books reading, writing, studying each and every one of the theories and systems.&lt;br /&gt;It was a pity that we did not have the time to talk about it that much...&lt;br /&gt;and maybe it's too late to regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I just want to thank God that He gave me the chance once again&lt;br /&gt;to feel the joy of what you liked all these while...&lt;br /&gt;and with that, it reminded me of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...just want to let you know that&lt;br /&gt;your course, your life&lt;br /&gt;they were just as wonderful as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love always&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-6333807601436478425?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044441100579360322.post-1619801783891538494</id><published>2009-11-23T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T17:49:00.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I'm tired of the lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Convictions and your lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; What right do you have to point at me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Well, I'm sitting alone thinking about it all over coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And still crowdin' my space are the things you still hold against me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You cannot save me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Daughtry, break down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;But They Told Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;A Man Should Be Faithful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;And Walk When Not Able&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;And Fight Till The End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;But I'm Only Human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Everyone's Taking Control Of Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Seems That The World's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Got A Role For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I'm So Confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Will You Show To Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;You'll Be There For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;And Care Enough To Bear Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Will you be there, Michael Jackson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my scars remind me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;that the past is real...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I tear my heart open,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;just to feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;scars, papa roach &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;what would you do when my heart goes numb?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;would you be there to warm it down?&lt;br /&gt;would you be my cure when my heart starts to bleed?&lt;br /&gt;would you even care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silence does not mean ignorance..&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;silence does not mean&lt;br /&gt;emotionless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes a silent action &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;does not&lt;/span&gt; mean weak&lt;br /&gt;it may seems weak,&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes it is actually an &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;action &lt;/span&gt;of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;giving a chance&lt;/span&gt; for one &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to repent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to reflect&lt;br /&gt;and to make sure you took the chance&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; respect&lt;/span&gt; that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7044441100579360322-1619801783891538494?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/1619801783891538494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=1619801783891538494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/1619801783891538494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/1619801783891538494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-tired-of-lines-convictions-and-your.html' title=''/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-918407546351980583</id><published>2009-11-22T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T20:35:30.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>With the word "Pass" attached to the page&lt;br /&gt;its enough to make me smile and feel the appetite to my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;That's it.&lt;br /&gt;Time to move on&lt;br /&gt;Time to pray&lt;br /&gt;Time to give thanks&lt;br /&gt;Time to be humble...&lt;br /&gt;and get rid of the burdens of grieve, shame and disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;Time to get rid of the ego that boost up the arrogance&lt;br /&gt;Time to continue the script I have to write...&lt;br /&gt;and to ensure that I give thanks for all that can happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-918407546351980583?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/918407546351980583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=918407546351980583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/918407546351980583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/918407546351980583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2009/11/with-word-pass-attached-to-page-its.html' title=''/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-9129606033220439976</id><published>2009-11-22T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T17:50:06.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;i really want to see your face...&lt;br /&gt;even just for a moment...&lt;br /&gt;I miss you...&lt;br /&gt;everyday i miss you...&lt;br /&gt;in my sleep i dreamed of you&lt;br /&gt;in my mind I think of you&lt;br /&gt;I just want to see you...&lt;br /&gt;if only for a while...&lt;br /&gt;I will still want to see you standing next to me...&lt;br /&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/7044441100579360322-9129606033220439976?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/9129606033220439976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=9129606033220439976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/9129606033220439976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/9129606033220439976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-really-want-to-see-your-face.html' title=''/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-7647499940244885534</id><published>2009-11-18T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T22:48:38.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Oscar</title><content type='html'>Little Oscar was outcasts by the other little 'children' in the forest as little Oscar was born with natural spines around his body. &lt;br /&gt;Even though it was not his fault that he was made that way, the other animals in the forest failed to understand this fact and continue to haunt Oscar's mother with complains about how their children were poked by his spines as they played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They nagged and bragged for Oscar's mother to watch out for him or do something about his spines, which was ridiculous as Oscar was born a hedgehog and there is nothing they could do to clean his spines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to this, the other baby animals like to make fun of him. They began to call him unpleasant nicknames such as “Scary monster” or “thorny baby” every time Oscar was around to join in for any of their games.  &lt;br /&gt;Dejected and sad for being shunned by the other animals in the forest, Oscar hid himself behind a thick bush where no one can find him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar was crying and about to start hibernating, when he heard a terrified scream made by one of the baby animal who refused to play with him. &lt;br /&gt;Curiosity killed the cat; Oscar decided to take a peep of who was making that scream and what caused him to let out such a terrified scream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To his horror he saw Mr. Snake, the most vicious cobra in the jungle, trying to attack poor toady with its venom as he glides nearer and nearer to him with his fangs ready for a delicious attack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instantly, Oscar curled himself into a ball and rolled himself as quickly as possible to rescue toady. &lt;br /&gt;Oscar rolled before toady just before Mr. Snake digged his fangs on his leathery skin used for the toad for better water retention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Snake moved back in anger upon sensing his skin brushing against the sharp surface of Oscar's spines. The snake glared ferociously at the sharp ball before withdrawing himself into the jungle to heal his wounded mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two baby animals were left alone. Toady was very terrified by the fearful encounter and even more frightened when he saw that Oscar was not moving, even though he called him a lot of times. &lt;br /&gt;Toady was about to get help from the other animals when Oscar began to roll back into his original shaped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was later that they discovered that hedgehogs a naturally gifted with the ability to immune themselves against snake venom due to the protein erinacin in the animal’s muscular system; and its spines are meant to defend itself against any vicious predator’s attack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazed and embarrassed for their harsh action towards the hedgehogs’ family, the other animals apologised for their ill treatment and start to look at Oscar as a hero for his bravery in risking his life to save toady against Mr. Snake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, the animals also learned their lesson and try to accept others the way they are as everyone is purposeful the way they are.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&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/7044441100579360322-7647499940244885534?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/7647499940244885534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=7647499940244885534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/7647499940244885534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/7647499940244885534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-oscar-was-outcasts-by-other.html' title='Little Oscar'/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-35058251090853807</id><published>2009-11-15T09:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T09:40:39.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Another</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I realized, each time I almost fall down, there will always be someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who help me up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I realized that each time I feel like giving up, someone will always be there to live it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be it happy or sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's someone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's always someone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone new. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whatever the consequences, there's someone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone to be there to hear me out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone who will be there to share the hurt and disappointment and pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone who will be there to bring the joy, and make me smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone who just knows what to say and how to say that it makes the broken heart healed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every time I thought that I was alone, there's always someone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And that someone no matter who they are, near and far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friends or families, just appear.&lt;br /&gt;Bringing with them a spark of joy, a whisper of comfort, a shout of encouragement, a push of determination, a ray of hope and a warmth of peace.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time they appear, they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NEVER FAIL TO MAKE MY DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much.&lt;br /&gt;for everything, thick and thin.&lt;br /&gt;Everything...and this made me to realize that in life we always have one another, as we depend on each other for joy and comfort.&lt;br /&gt;Suggestions and praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always have one another&lt;br /&gt;and with that presence of one another, it makes the world a beautiful place...&lt;br /&gt;create a cure for the wounded hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you...&lt;br /&gt;for being there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always,&lt;br /&gt;Yuliana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-35058251090853807?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/35058251090853807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Warm Ray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walking underneath the morning sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with the sun rays beaming down onto my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it just felt so goooooooddddddddd!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's been sometime since the last time I walked underneath the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pheww....had been walking under the shelter ever since the cloudy clouds covering the sun beam away and wet the earth with rain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today, as I walked, I was reminded once again with the beauty of nature...&lt;br /&gt;it was incredible for sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since what happened, I have not been spending a  little time for myself&lt;br /&gt;just me and the nature...&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday, when I was glancing through my pictures of nature that I took over the years, I realized just how beautiful they are...&lt;br /&gt;and so, when  I was able to experience it again today and last night,&lt;br /&gt;hehe...I FEEL SO GOOD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, got go go...&lt;br /&gt;gonna write again soon... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care and God bless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sorry due to the new skin face, the links were missing again...(as always)&lt;br /&gt;and also the textbox. so yeah for all of you who has my fb&lt;br /&gt;=p abuse me through there yeah...if u have any judgement against me lol lol&lt;br /&gt;but spare me from a too ghastly comment please... =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Take care now, bye bye then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-2509402907127917331</id><published>2009-10-29T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T18:12:40.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Lifeless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Hearts heavy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Eyes fatigue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Hands shivers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Tears dried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I never know that losing you is such a burden to my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Or maybe, I know, its just that I have never thought about it before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;that you will leave us so soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;so fast...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;too soon to be true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Every now and then I dreamed of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Wishing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;that I could meet you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Yeah baby! sure you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;It's gonna be a long long time till we meet again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;hehe you sure you still gonna remember who I am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Alright, I believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I believe okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Gosh...how I wish I asked more questions and shared more things with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;the day we met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;If only I knew that the time limit was so precious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;But it's okay, guess its not wise to regret it now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;and I'm glad that we did found one another...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I miss you man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I really do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;it may just be a 45 minutes walk but it is enough to make me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;missing you so much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;that goes to show how influential you are right...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Anyway, hope that I will be able to get on with life, the way you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;alright...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;goodbye...take care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Love always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-2509402907127917331?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/2509402907127917331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=2509402907127917331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/2509402907127917331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/2509402907127917331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2009/10/lifeless-hearts-heavy-eyes-fatigue.html' title=''/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-2693483298312044973</id><published>2009-10-29T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T01:04:11.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;For a Moment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I miss you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;how i wish it could last longer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;even though I shouldn't have asked for more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-2693483298312044973?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/2693483298312044973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=2693483298312044973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/2693483298312044973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/2693483298312044973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-moment-i-miss-you-how-i-wish-it.html' title=''/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-8051751756052318741</id><published>2009-10-26T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T09:13:23.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(153,51,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thank You Lord (A Prayer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How great can one to feel that You are never a breath away&lt;br /&gt;You know me inside out&lt;br /&gt;Despite of the way You seems so far away.&lt;br /&gt;You show me the way when I was lost&lt;br /&gt;and guide me the way when I want to walk&lt;br /&gt;You never leaves me even for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is in Your hand&lt;br /&gt;My path is in your plan&lt;br /&gt;You know what I need&lt;br /&gt;and You know what I am seeking or feeling&lt;br /&gt;It may not be hard&lt;br /&gt;to confess&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately egoism spread its way&lt;br /&gt;to hide it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to that, I was unable to confess&lt;br /&gt;I was unable to say out how I feel&lt;br /&gt;if it was not You who force me to say it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it was not You who forked out all the feelings inside&lt;br /&gt;to make me be honest with myself&lt;br /&gt;I may not be able to feel so good now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, thank you&lt;br /&gt;for all the wonders You have shown to me&lt;br /&gt;all the amazing grace You've shown me the moment I took up the decision&lt;br /&gt;to be the one&lt;br /&gt;who believes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God&lt;br /&gt;for appointing me such an important task&lt;br /&gt;for appointing me such a wonderful task&lt;br /&gt;that can make people feel contented&lt;br /&gt;at least it managed to make them laugh&lt;br /&gt;and even at the eleventh hour&lt;br /&gt;they can still feel his laughter and his habits&lt;br /&gt;thank You Lord...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the revelation&lt;br /&gt;for revealing the bits and pieces&lt;br /&gt;of information&lt;br /&gt;from one being to another&lt;br /&gt;and God, You know&lt;br /&gt;it is really a blessing to see such a wonderful seeing of Your world and glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the chances we were given&lt;br /&gt;for all that had happened in within that 45 minutes walk&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it is hard to fathom&lt;br /&gt;and no one would have ever believed it either&lt;br /&gt;if it's not by faith&lt;br /&gt;But I know&lt;br /&gt;at least I know that You had made his wish accomplished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had made his wish accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;and you had made him glad as he let out the words he wished to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord&lt;br /&gt;for giving such a great man to be my friend&lt;br /&gt;my little brother&lt;br /&gt;my brave cousin&lt;br /&gt;my inspiration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Lord&lt;br /&gt;for allowing me the time to grief&lt;br /&gt;to give thanks&lt;br /&gt;to achieve&lt;br /&gt;to let go&lt;br /&gt;to reach out&lt;br /&gt;to bond&lt;br /&gt;and most of all&lt;br /&gt;to know that he is with God FOREVER AND EVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Lord&lt;br /&gt;Thank You&lt;br /&gt;Thank You&lt;br /&gt;Thank You so much SO MUCH&lt;br /&gt;for everything&lt;br /&gt;for all the things&lt;br /&gt;for everything&lt;br /&gt;everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Lord&lt;br /&gt;Thank You...&lt;br /&gt;even for the tears we shed&lt;br /&gt;the smile we exchanged&lt;br /&gt;the grief we shared&lt;br /&gt;the fear&lt;br /&gt;the wonders&lt;br /&gt;the love&lt;br /&gt;the burden&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet again little man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"cici juga sayang kok sama koko&lt;br /&gt;sampe ketemu lagi ya&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;little angel"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-8051751756052318741?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-7044441100579360322.post-4466789701534368181</id><published>2009-10-26T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T23:54:39.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Kasih yang sempurna telah&lt;br /&gt;ku trima dariMu&lt;br /&gt;bukan karna kebaikan ku&lt;br /&gt;hanya oleh kasih karuniaMu&lt;br /&gt;Kau pulih kan aku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau bri yang ki pinta...&lt;br /&gt;saat ku mencari ku mendapatkan&lt;br /&gt;ku ketuk pintuMu dan Kau bukakan&lt;br /&gt;S'bab Kau bapaku bapa yang Kekal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak kan kau biarkan&lt;br /&gt;aku melangkah hanya sendirian&lt;br /&gt;Kau selalu ada bagiKu&lt;br /&gt;s'bab Kau bapaku&lt;br /&gt;Bapa yang kekal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-7044441100579360322.post-3592470180203558103</id><published>2009-10-24T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:21:43.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saturday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was amazing...to know that you were there watching, waiting, coming to find your way to me.&lt;br /&gt;I know it was you the moment I saw you there.&lt;br /&gt;I know, even if we have hardly met.&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful scenery the day I saw you walking among those grasses&lt;br /&gt;smiling, walking, laughing&lt;br /&gt;It was even more beautiful when you were born I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, now that your life has come to the last chapter.&lt;br /&gt;I believe you understand the reason why.&lt;br /&gt;I know I may not be there to play with you anymore...&lt;br /&gt;but I know we will play again the way we did the other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you want to see me&lt;br /&gt;I was glad that I found you too&lt;br /&gt;I was glad you know how I feel about you and your brother.&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby brother...&lt;br /&gt;it will be sometime till we meet again...&lt;br /&gt;but let's wait...&lt;br /&gt;shall we wait?&lt;br /&gt;we wait okay...&lt;br /&gt;we wait for one another to be reunited...forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, I don't mind you stay naughty the way you are...&lt;br /&gt;haha it was really fun to see the playful side of you...&lt;br /&gt;and even more fun to see you laughing back at me the way you escorted me to where you are.&lt;br /&gt;I will do my best to take care of him ok.&lt;br /&gt;I will do my best to make them understand and to make them stay in this city I am living now. &lt;br /&gt;Okay...Okay naughty boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet again okay...&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet again for the second or perhaps the third...&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sampe ketemu lagi ya Win, dadahhh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-3592470180203558103?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/3592470180203558103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=3592470180203558103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/3592470180203558103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/3592470180203558103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2009/10/saturday-it-was-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-6731109640710720290</id><published>2009-10-24T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:10:21.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amazing Grace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,&lt;br /&gt;That saved a wretch like   me.&lt;br /&gt;I once was lost but now am found,&lt;br /&gt;Was blind, but now I see.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T'was Grace that taught my heart to fear.&lt;br /&gt;And Grace, my fears   relieved.&lt;br /&gt;How precious did that Grace appear&lt;br /&gt;The hour I first   believed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Through many dangers, toils and snares&lt;br /&gt;I have already come;&lt;br /&gt;  'Tis Grace that brought me safe thus far&lt;br /&gt;and Grace will lead me home.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The Lord has promised good to me.&lt;br /&gt;His word my hope secures.&lt;br /&gt;He   will my shield and portion be,&lt;br /&gt;As long as life endures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail,&lt;br /&gt;And mortal life shall   cease,&lt;br /&gt;I shall possess within the veil,&lt;br /&gt;A life of joy and peace.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When we've been here ten thousand years&lt;br /&gt;Bright shining as the   sun.&lt;br /&gt;We've no less days to sing God's praise&lt;br /&gt;Than when we've first   begun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;John Newton (1725-1807)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-6731109640710720290?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/6731109640710720290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=6731109640710720290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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have disobeyed the order of the body.&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy, tired body that longed to stay in the bed as long as the day break.&lt;br /&gt;But i feel so bored...&lt;br /&gt;damn it...&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what made me so bored all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Could it be the absence of Mr. Tall?&lt;br /&gt;or could it be the absence of old friends?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;But these days had been so boring...&lt;br /&gt;I was living hella boring kind of life, and I wonder if the coming of Lee Min Ho is going to make some excitement. Do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story books, I have been missing story books.&lt;br /&gt;But there are so many books for me to read and so many books in the shelves left unread.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when the hell will I ever gonna finish every chapter of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, I think I know the reason to my sleepless mode.&lt;br /&gt;The time.&lt;br /&gt;The commitment.&lt;br /&gt;The motivation for a better me.&lt;br /&gt;It stresses me out.&lt;br /&gt;Stresses me out of me...&lt;br /&gt;Out of the actual me.&lt;br /&gt;I should have known it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what am I suppose to do to become a better me?&lt;br /&gt;to become a better sleeper in the night?&lt;br /&gt;to lead a healthy life.&lt;br /&gt;But the problem is I cant sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I was about to sleep, I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;I dont know...&lt;br /&gt;shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep again...&lt;br /&gt;again&lt;br /&gt;and again&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe the stress level is high huahaha&lt;br /&gt;maybe the jealousy level is creeping its way back..&lt;br /&gt;or could it be other stupid emotions...&lt;br /&gt;haiz...&lt;br /&gt;to list it, I think I will not be able to sleep till tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine then, got to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-4788609888157311238?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/4788609888157311238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=4788609888157311238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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mau mulai crapping lagi nih...&lt;br /&gt;lol lol&lt;br /&gt;lama lama gua bisa jadi kaya Brandon deh...&lt;br /&gt;nulis blog, 3 bulan sekali, sekali tulis langsung sepanjang panjang kepala jerapah...&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, udah gunting rambut lagi lho...&lt;br /&gt;kali ini lebih pendek lagi...huahaha jadi nga bisa di iket...ya bagus juga lah...&lt;br /&gt;iket reseh..lol lol&lt;br /&gt;dan akirnya gua bisa foto foto sama org organ di depan ION yg tinggin banget...&lt;br /&gt;jadi susah posenya...lol lol&lt;br /&gt;ok deh kalo gitu...ntar di upload deh ya photonya lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to go...&lt;br /&gt;sekolah nih...&lt;br /&gt;males banget....kenapa sih, weekend always ended so quickly?&lt;br /&gt;cape d....&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuliana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-1220593238699685186?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044441100579360322.post-1593714194773005050</id><published>2009-10-15T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T18:53:51.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;16th Oct 2009 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cloudy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The weather seems to understand the emotions that we feel.&lt;br /&gt;Confusion. Fear. Sadness. Anxieties.Hope.&lt;br /&gt;All mixed together into one seemingly emotions that we could not describe but feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even to feel, we didnt know which is which...&lt;br /&gt;for the feeling seems to have correlate with each other....&lt;br /&gt;perhaps we should consider to surrender&lt;br /&gt;perhaps we should consider to stay strong...instead of getting weak upon hearing it.&lt;br /&gt;But how are we to become immune when we never know what is going to happen?&lt;br /&gt;when what's going to happen is always so unexpected...and threatening....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should really pray altogether...&lt;br /&gt;maybe we should really shout...shout to the Lord&lt;br /&gt;saying: God help us! Please help us!&lt;br /&gt;there's so many things we didn't know but please help us.&lt;br /&gt;if we can't do much, well at least to depend on You.&lt;br /&gt;To rely on You&lt;br /&gt;and to go too far away from our faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-1593714194773005050?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/1593714194773005050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=1593714194773005050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/1593714194773005050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/1593714194773005050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2009/10/16th-oct-2009-cloudy-weather-seems-to.html' title=''/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-6592411992762429190</id><published>2009-10-06T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T21:17:46.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/SswVueYlWBI/AAAAAAAABAM/dbTPdhdcaao/s1600-h/vintage%2520cooper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/SswVueYlWBI/AAAAAAAABAM/dbTPdhdcaao/s320/vintage%2520cooper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389706742229981202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mini  Cooper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anybody wants to buy this sweet car for me? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hehehe just for a rough information lol&lt;br /&gt;I saw this car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; and took a picture of it when I was walking around Ion Orchard, where it all comes together haha&lt;br /&gt;and I was so happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; to see so many different coopers that I keep taking piture of it...Unfortunately, when they exhibit some other version of the Cooper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/SswR4NBvbbI/AAAAAAAAA_8/zDQNTqsHvJA/s1600-h/cooper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/SswR4NBvbbI/AAAAAAAAA_8/zDQNTqsHvJA/s320/cooper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389702511322951090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, due to the crowd, I was unable to take a picture of it...but well, hah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a just take note ya, this is my second favorit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e car besides Lamborghini hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh speaking of La&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mborghini, last Fri or perhaps Sat, anyway, it was one of those free day of mine, keke...I was walking around Orchard Road again, I can't remember exactly where p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;erhaps around Robinsons there, ya, so there I was standing, waiting for the traffic light to turn red and for the green man sign to appear...suddenly, zooooooommmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouhhhhh BABY!!! a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/SswWP__BPxI/AAAAAAAABAU/81a4ki-ESM0/s1600-h/lamborghiniii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/SswWP__BPxI/AAAAAAAABAU/81a4ki-ESM0/s320/lamborghiniii.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389707318185246482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; beautiful sound indeed... the damn car drove past me and I was like (wahhhhhhh) damn enchanted by the way it drove off so smoothly with such a smooth beautiful sound not too high not too low, and most importantly not too noisy to be heard! hahaha I hate noisy cars....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, hope that I can have one of those coops one day as well as hehe and if I have it, I think I will want to put it red/ yellow or maybe baby blue with white strips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/SswSIJIpsPI/AAAAAAAABAE/LspcVkmFoC0/s1600-h/grrrr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/SswSIJIpsPI/AAAAAAAABAE/LspcVkmFoC0/s320/grrrr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389702785156100338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; at the front? hehe then the whole car appearance will look like the colorful color in Speed Racer HAHAHA HAPPY!!!! or maybe put it in some colors will also be sexy! lol lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, happy today because I have no school =)))) and ya so far for these 2 days, the days had been good.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm still lazy if I am to self-intro myself lol lol&lt;br /&gt;and the idea of starting a convo still thrills me&lt;br /&gt;hehe I'm a shy person...though I know most people will not agree with this. haha&lt;br /&gt;but really, I'm shy when it comes to first impression and first conversation. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, got to go...take care now...&lt;br /&gt;bye bye then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Yuliana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-6592411992762429190?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/SswVueYlWBI/AAAAAAAABAM/dbTPdhdcaao/s72-c/vintage%2520cooper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044441100579360322.post-999072999363047101</id><published>2009-10-05T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T18:20:00.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Second Day of school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to miss everyone now...&lt;br /&gt;everyone from A-Z especially now that I am sitting alone, somewhat 'outcast' in the class that is yet to be mine.&lt;br /&gt;So bored with no one to talk to...and with strangers circling about me....&lt;br /&gt;haiz...&lt;br /&gt;why the hell do we need to be separated all the time?&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong with sticking together till the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lazy to make friend...&lt;br /&gt;So lazy to keep saying "my name is Yuliana"&lt;br /&gt;(keh...) bosen bosen....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish Christmas is here soon...&lt;br /&gt;gee...it's seems so long ago since the last time I write the Christmas Cards...hehe&lt;br /&gt;hopefully this year there will be friends for me to share the joy with...&lt;br /&gt;I mean (duh) of course right? but well hopefully the number of cards to be mailed does not decreased with the number of cards sent last year. =p (tho it means 'pengeluaran bakal lebih banyak =p )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways how I wish that Christmas is here...then another and then...&lt;br /&gt;I will be free...huahaha at least for some time from school, works, and I will be spending the day and the night tucking myself to sleep under the warm cover as I dreamed of the dream I longed to dream of....hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish this morning could last longer...&lt;br /&gt;kehkeh...the idea of sleeping under the warm cover as the rain pours away...&lt;br /&gt;kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa so homey....so sweet....so dreamy...huahahaha welcome to my world...&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how it will be like to sleep under the blanket when it's snowing outside...&lt;br /&gt;hehehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...got to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care now...bye bye then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace,&lt;br /&gt;Yuliana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-999072999363047101?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/999072999363047101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=999072999363047101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/SsOGBWR56KI/AAAAAAAAA_c/0TlRhVxl8cU/s1600-h/the%2520boss%2520fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/SsOGBWR56KI/AAAAAAAAA_c/0TlRhVxl8cU/s320/the%2520boss%2520fish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387296936983914658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golden fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was swimming in the pond at the back of Raffles Hospital when I saw it&lt;br /&gt;almost as if glisttening in the middle of the pond as it sways itself beautifully from one place to another...&lt;br /&gt;For a moment I was so amazed that I stopped and stared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I am so so so so damn amazed with a fish...&lt;br /&gt;a Koi fish...&lt;br /&gt;my devilish side even crept in between me and let my imagination ran wild..haha&lt;br /&gt;I was pretending what is I stole this fish away? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it seems for that split second, before the evil thought came to me, the fish seems to adore me just as much...hahaha you know why? it swam it way to me when I took a closer look at it.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, the fish, is just as nar&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/SsOGulMok9I/AAAAAAAAA_k/7CW-RdEYOGU/s1600-h/come.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/SsOGulMok9I/AAAAAAAAA_k/7CW-RdEYOGU/s320/come.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387297714082452434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cist as I am hahaha knowing that I am so amazed by it, and wanted to take a picture of it, haha it just swam its way gracefully for me to capture it as much as possible...show off its beautiful golden tail somemore...(haha not bad fishy...you look great)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehhh you know what, the moment the other fishes saw that we were taking picture, the others came to join...wooh buffeting their&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/SsOHPP-8fuI/AAAAAAAAA_s/bnMKinlkIso/s1600-h/kuning%2520putih.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/SsOHPP-8fuI/AAAAAAAAA_s/bnMKinlkIso/s320/kuning%2520putih.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387298275323576034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; way in...and another beauty, the one with the white color, who was just as gorgeous swam closer haha..thus I took a few more pictures of it, before I went off and that golden fish, proud as he is being the boss and the most outstanding one in the pond, swam away again with that graceful swift.... wooh...sexy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love the fish very very much...damn beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;and this is the first time I dont feel dumb for mesmerising a fish...haa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i know how count D feel lol lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-43877084412011448?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/43877084412011448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=43877084412011448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/43877084412011448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/43877084412011448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2009/09/golden-fish-it-was-swimming-in-pond-at.html' title=''/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/SsOGBWR56KI/AAAAAAAAA_c/0TlRhVxl8cU/s72-c/the%2520boss%2520fish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044441100579360322.post-2164805878894864149</id><published>2009-09-29T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T08:49:49.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Describe You with Songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"But They Told Me&lt;br /&gt;A Man Should Be Faithful&lt;br /&gt;And Walk When Not Able&lt;br /&gt;And Fight Till The End&lt;br /&gt;But I'm Only Human"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It took me sometime before I was able to write this to you...&lt;br /&gt;well you know what, I was listening to your song the other nights&lt;br /&gt;and this words from your song "Will you be there" struck me to the core of my head that I wonder...&lt;br /&gt;if only they know this and realized this earlier...especially the last 4 words that shows reality...&lt;br /&gt;perhaps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, whatever it is...I hope that you are feeling much much better up there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-5153006423218638812</id><published>2009-09-29T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T08:33:37.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a great news to hear that he had opened his eyes last night...&lt;br /&gt;The joy was so great that nothing can compare how beautiful it feels.&lt;br /&gt;The importance of survival...&lt;br /&gt;the wonder of knowing that someone is alive...after such a long journey.&lt;br /&gt;It was BRILLIANT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You so much God for hearing all our prayers and eased the fear...&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much to know that he is at last awaken...&lt;br /&gt;and thank you so much for all the nights we spent visiting and talking, reducing the ice between us...bonding us....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thank you so much for friends who are there to care and to share...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you people for all your concern once again and for all the prayers you had said out that was being raised to heaven and helped in making the miracle comes true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;br /&gt;Thank you =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace,&lt;br /&gt;Me, moondreamer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-5153006423218638812?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/5153006423218638812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044441100579360322.post-4502185679026431245</id><published>2009-09-23T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T11:36:00.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numb.&lt;br /&gt;Confuse.&lt;br /&gt;Petrified.&lt;br /&gt;Speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say...&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep right now...not when he has only 2 days...&lt;br /&gt;I wondered is fear making me numb...&lt;br /&gt;or does faith keep me calm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what will happen tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what will become tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God...maybe I am being a self reliant bastards right now...&lt;br /&gt;but could you please allow me to surrender to you?&lt;br /&gt;Please keep us all at ease...&lt;br /&gt;please keep us firm and strong...&lt;br /&gt;Please keep him safe for us God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know you are there and we know you can do something about it...&lt;br /&gt;but we also know You have your own timing...thus, please keep us firmly grounded to the faith that we carry deep within us.&lt;br /&gt;Help us God to continue praying without fail...&lt;br /&gt;Help us God to hang on to the faith and hope we have in our mind.&lt;br /&gt;Help us to carry the burden we are never intended to carry, but had unfortunately load it with us and now, we are feeling so weary...&lt;br /&gt;help us to pray again...&lt;br /&gt;help me God to pray again and to make sure that I don't give up the slightest hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep him safe for us God.&lt;br /&gt;Now is not the time to blame any one...&lt;br /&gt;Now is not the time to curse anyone even if I wish I could curse them all...but it don't matter now...&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if they even felt guilty about it?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if they even felt the need to change and upgrade themselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder...if You could really bring him out of his misery?&lt;br /&gt;or rather, if he could really bring himself out of that misery?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why...why God why is life so delicate that it just breaks the moment it looses its "self control"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you can do it God...only You can be the one who does it.&lt;br /&gt;So please bring him back and please surround him with the holy spirit and keep him safe from harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you call upon the angels of the Lord to engulf his life with Your healing power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please heal him God...please heal him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7044441100579360322-4502185679026431245?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/4502185679026431245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=4502185679026431245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/4502185679026431245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/4502185679026431245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2009/09/feeling-numb.html' title=''/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-5750336229626647359</id><published>2009-09-23T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T11:17:35.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you hear me...&lt;br /&gt;if your soul was there can you hear me? as I pray for you? and we pray for you?&lt;br /&gt;you have to pull it through...please pull it through...&lt;br /&gt;as we pray and we pray for you to wake up...please don't give up...&lt;br /&gt;Please...don't give up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-5750336229626647359?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044441100579360322.post-8947640720210148153</id><published>2009-09-21T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T07:27:30.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Balloons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Another year past and another life has come to life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;But nothing could have ever replace you from our heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Nothing could ever erase away the painful memories...the day we lost you...&lt;br /&gt;Like balloons your soul flies up softly and gently...with the wind as a guide...bringing you up above the sky and into the kingdom of Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Like a balloon you fly purely and slowly...as He waited for your arrival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time life seems to go back normally the way it always seems to be&lt;br /&gt;But deep within our heart, nothing seems to be the same as before.&lt;br /&gt;It seems as though some part of us leaves with you the day we said our final goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder...how I really wonder...&lt;br /&gt;how long it takes till we meet again?&lt;br /&gt;How long it takes to get it out of our mind?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it never will...because you means a lot to us and nothing could ever erase the fact so easily&lt;br /&gt;after what the truth had befell us...&lt;br /&gt;truth so hurtful that we have to miss you...unfortunately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However...it is really a blessing to know that you are once a part of the family...&lt;br /&gt;the example of someone so pure and innocent...that it opens up my eyes to see the beauty in life...&lt;br /&gt;and it is a blessing to know that we are all with you till the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;as we send you for a journey to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least... to know that, and be comforted with the fact that we will all reunited once again someday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love and miss you everyday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In memory of you and you only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always,&lt;br /&gt;Yu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title=''/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-110821529651840204</id><published>2009-09-20T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T00:12:23.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Sooner and Later &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Soon enough, I will be doing another touch up of my report, which suppose to be submitted next Monday. It is indeed to my surprise and somewhat annoyance to know the fact that now I am getting more than the required words. Except that I was glad that I managed to get the information I needed which became the element of surprise in this whole process of editing =) SEXY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;And later, I will going to celebrate a birthday party (gyahahahahahaha) how nice...! time to be GLAMOROUS =D thus no matter what before the clock strikes 6 I have to make sure that the whole report is in on task and ready to be submitted asap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Therefore, now, with only 3 hours to work on, I better make my move and talk to all of u soon enough haha there will be some things I would like to gladly share with all of you my dear bloggers haha and one of which is another tribute to the people I love who unfortunately, had to go too soon.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I miss you everyone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Alright, gotta go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;take care now bye bye then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yuliana Kasman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-110821529651840204?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/110821529651840204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=110821529651840204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/110821529651840204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/110821529651840204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2009/09/sooner-and-later-soon-enough-i-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7044441100579360322.post-6071269784148563417</id><published>2009-09-13T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T10:44:52.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Count D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;For the time being, Count D is feeling my mind.&lt;br /&gt;The reason is, he is mysterious and that makes me love him =)&lt;br /&gt;he is weird, but there is something interesting about his weird behavior. As he wore a beautiful embroidered cheong sam and bore an androgynous face, which often made him to be mistaken as woman, it really made me LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way he always appeared calm and mysterious...slightly creepy but cool haha and he always manage to get rid of the noisy man,for sure with his sarcastic calm smile...hehehe I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; wonder how long till I can meet him again...lol lol lol it is so fun...and i love the way he loves to eat sweet and have a craze for sweet tooth...&lt;br /&gt;plus the fact to know that he is not a human haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is really nice reading about him haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even more fun to see his expressions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even more fun when I know that i can always re read and re read him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do I sound psychotic? haha yeah maybe the spirit of fandom lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, how i wish D is for real lol lol and how i want to visit his pet shop and play with his pets...hehe =)&lt;br /&gt;and ohh one more thing, he is a friend of the dragon God how cool is that...woooh sexy can speak with animals..I love it... =) and now, time to present to u my best friend...this way please...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/Sq0u7j2QsbI/AAAAAAAAA_U/V1DOqADSyJg/s1600-h/the+count+D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/Sq0u7j2QsbI/AAAAAAAAA_U/V1DOqADSyJg/s320/the+count+D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381008730547597746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: for those of you who dont know and curious about my new friend, Count D, go to Kinokuniya bookstore and get yourself a copy of Pet Shop Of Horror comic book haha i tell u it is really fun =)&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/7044441100579360322-6071269784148563417?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/6071269784148563417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=6071269784148563417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/6071269784148563417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/6071269784148563417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2009/09/count-d-for-time-being-count-d-is.html' title=''/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/Sq0u7j2QsbI/AAAAAAAAA_U/V1DOqADSyJg/s72-c/the+count+D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044441100579360322.post-6402956726981630849</id><published>2009-09-13T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T09:45:53.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh at last I can post pictures here again....&lt;br /&gt;SWEET!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;there are so many beautiful things I wanted to post in this blog and of cos one of it is the picture of my new "boyfriend" haha Mr. Count D damn quirky I love him haha&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, been in some busy crazy hazy days that made me lost some of my beauty sleep. =(&lt;br /&gt;But of course, glad to know that eventually those sucky days were over, well at least before it gets back to me again...which is going to happen what, next week? (arghhh) Never&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/Sq0e_KvSdOI/AAAAAAAAA_M/FjEAJ7jqJ_U/s1600-h/sands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/Sq0e_KvSdOI/AAAAAAAAA_M/FjEAJ7jqJ_U/s320/sands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380991200340899042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the good thing though, despite of all the business, I didn't lose my faith. Though there are times when it seems that I almost, let it slip out of my fingers like grains of sand, but I hold it back just in time before I lost it completely.&lt;br /&gt;And I learned some things along the way as I hang on to my faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You always believe in Hope&lt;br /&gt;2. You know that you are not alone, for God is with you&lt;br /&gt;3. You feel peace within&lt;br /&gt;4. You know you can do all things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, bringing the faith with me once again I decided that I should put it first before all things. In fact during those nights when I spent my life alone in the cold room typing away my report, I realized that i fear nothing and peacefully able to type every word without worry.&lt;br /&gt;Basically do the work according to the famous phrase everybody always said "Do the Best and let God do the rest" (which is good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, these days when I was letting myself to rest, I'm glad that I really take time to enjoy myself before I get back to serious, busy mood again. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, got to go...have some more things to post about see ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care now bye bye then =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044441100579360322-6402956726981630849?l=juzzhappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/feeds/6402956726981630849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044441100579360322&amp;postID=6402956726981630849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/6402956726981630849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044441100579360322/posts/default/6402956726981630849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzzhappy.blogspot.com/2009/09/ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh-at-last-i-can-post.html' title=''/><author><name>crookednoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444422869771005320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_h6LAhoIb7PQ/Sq0e_KvSdOI/AAAAAAAAA_M/FjEAJ7jqJ_U/s72-c/sands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
