<?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-7714930263340075898</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:20:20.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ever Interesting Life of Jojozzz</title><subtitle type='html'>wat ever can happen in dis boy's life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojozzz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7714930263340075898/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojozzz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>[ImbA]-pLayboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12168445525078236116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBh2LdLGehs/SfFYTk-dFNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/OvaJeG6V72Q/S220/123121.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714930263340075898.post-3682884145536145654</id><published>2010-05-27T20:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T20:46:06.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>False Truths.</title><content type='html'>Truth is, I like seeing you everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, I don't mind someone else stealing you away.&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, you are the fairest of them all.&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, beauty does not evade you but does to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, I don't care we'll never meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, there are other better things in life to see.&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, life would continue and not wait nor pause.&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, all these truths are false.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i hate this feeling. =(&lt;br /&gt;-Jojozz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7714930263340075898-3682884145536145654?l=jojozzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojozzz.blogspot.com/feeds/3682884145536145654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jojozzz.blogspot.com/2010/05/false-truths.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7714930263340075898/posts/default/3682884145536145654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7714930263340075898/posts/default/3682884145536145654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojozzz.blogspot.com/2010/05/false-truths.html' title='False Truths.'/><author><name>[ImbA]-pLayboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12168445525078236116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBh2LdLGehs/SfFYTk-dFNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/OvaJeG6V72Q/S220/123121.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714930263340075898.post-4882411515830089221</id><published>2009-09-18T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T02:36:54.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, its meaning, and happiness</title><content type='html'>Anticipating college has been really a tough process for me. Firstly, i have ALOT of time on my hands to kill. And secondly, with so much free time to spare, i have unintentionally given myself so much more time to think about life. Well, i know what many of you might think, "Jon, thinking about LIFE??? You got to be kiddin' me" Well, guess what... I'm not. But seriously though, I think of life and I think of how short it is, and yet ironically, how we always take our time HERE, on earth for granted. Relationships, education, and entertainment might make my life a hell of ride... but would it give meaning... I guess underneath all the blabber above, I feel like the only thing that can give me meaning in life is 'my purpose in life'... and GOD of course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that religion is the only thing that keeps us humans from becoming insane. Don't get me wrong, religion has certainly caused some ups and downs in MY life... but it certainly has brought me stabilty... Anyways.. back to my purpose in life... (damn.. almost went into one of those religious sermons with all the &lt;em&gt;holy &lt;/em&gt;jargon) I believe that NO one can know their purpose in life. Its just impossible...Forget what you see in the movies... forget what you have seen from your favourite soap opera.. forget what you hear on your favourite songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres no way a person can say that he wants to become a &lt;em&gt;doctor&lt;/em&gt;, or a&lt;em&gt; basketball player&lt;/em&gt;, just because at ONE definitive moment, he discovers that it is his &lt;em&gt;calling in life. &lt;/em&gt;Believe me when I say that not many people can tell if something is their calling in life, even after their coffin is closed, and dirt is poured onto it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after thinking about it, I realised that I am where I started. Confused. But i guess, my advice would be &lt;em&gt;live your life to the fullest, live your life so that you might not have any regrets, and then you will ultimately live your life as if you were a 5 year old kid in Disneyland, happy.&lt;/em&gt; I think basically, a life spent with good people will definitely be a good one, regardless of the circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i'll leave you with the quote of the day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happiness should not be an ingredient in your life to make it complete and pure. Instead, happiness should be a RESULT of you leading a complete and pure life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(a pastor in my church, whom i have forgotten, said it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Family &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friends &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Music&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;till next time... ciaozzz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7714930263340075898-4882411515830089221?l=jojozzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojozzz.blogspot.com/feeds/4882411515830089221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jojozzz.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-its-meaning-and-happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7714930263340075898/posts/default/4882411515830089221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7714930263340075898/posts/default/4882411515830089221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojozzz.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-its-meaning-and-happiness.html' title='Life, its meaning, and happiness'/><author><name>[ImbA]-pLayboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12168445525078236116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBh2LdLGehs/SfFYTk-dFNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/OvaJeG6V72Q/S220/123121.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714930263340075898.post-5773424543921403294</id><published>2009-09-10T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T02:04:34.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i like a 'u busy?' VERY VERY much...</title><content type='html'>I talked about this girl last time. Whom, i kinda felt some sort of connection with. The feelings that she made me feel. However, whatever we have, its not official. Basically, she was my very own 'u busy?'. And to some extent, i was her 'u busy?'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u are asking what in the world is a 'u busy?', well i guess i'll obligely explain. In essence, it means a person whom u call, late at night, and ask the ultimate question.... 'u busy?' Then either one goes to the other's house to 'sleepover'. HAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my 'u busy?' is not as raunchy... its a MORE innocent version.. LOL... Anyway, we find ourselves calling each other in the middle of the night, usually startin with the words.... 'u busy?'&lt;br /&gt;we spend time talking about intimate stuff, maybe going to each others place for a late movie, or planning a date for tmrw morning, or even slight cuddling. xD.. But the catch is, we're just 'u busy?'s.. Not a couple. Nothing more, nothing less. I've been doing this with her for about a month and a half. Maybe we're just really, really good friends. But to tell you the truth, i'm really exhausted, emotionally at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one of my main problems is that I like her very, very much. To a point where I wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;mind her being my girl. We have so much in common, and she's a really great person to hang-out with. Alot of my friends say that I should just keep the relationship as it is. Because, they say that, whenever i take this relationship to the next step, we would end up hating each other because it would be out of the norm. Whatever that means...... Besides, we're both seeing other people. HAHA... Thats rite.. How much more screwed up can it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness none of them know my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go... i wonder if she's busy... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7714930263340075898-5773424543921403294?l=jojozzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojozzz.blogspot.com/feeds/5773424543921403294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jojozzz.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-like-u-busy-very-very-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7714930263340075898/posts/default/5773424543921403294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7714930263340075898/posts/default/5773424543921403294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojozzz.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-like-u-busy-very-very-much.html' title='i like a &apos;u busy?&apos; VERY VERY much...'/><author><name>[ImbA]-pLayboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12168445525078236116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBh2LdLGehs/SfFYTk-dFNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/OvaJeG6V72Q/S220/123121.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714930263340075898.post-461288708976007</id><published>2009-09-03T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T02:18:16.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upadates</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not updating. I guess i could never find time blog. Well, ALOT has happened since the last time i blogged. World Stage was surely an event. That night in MOS that i will NEVER forget. Reunions with LONG lost friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well in a nutshell, World Stage i had good fun. Got to see artists quite upclose. They ARE pretty normal. It is also that night dat i felt something dat i havent felt since high school. Up to now i still do not know wat it was. But i felt as if i had NOTHING to worry about in life. That there were NO expectations of me. That i had no responsibilities. It might have been due to the lyrics of AAR songs being played in the background, but somehow i felt FREE. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another update... I'm still very much single. HAHA.. maybe NOT so much.... but, officially single. I think...... i'm with her... unofficially dating. but, both of us dunno whether we should be in a relationship. kinda messed up i guess. maybe its because we're frm completely two different worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i always in such complicated relationships...&lt;br /&gt;till nxt time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7714930263340075898-461288708976007?l=jojozzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojozzz.blogspot.com/feeds/461288708976007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jojozzz.blogspot.com/2009/09/upadates.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7714930263340075898/posts/default/461288708976007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7714930263340075898/posts/default/461288708976007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojozzz.blogspot.com/2009/09/upadates.html' title='Upadates'/><author><name>[ImbA]-pLayboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12168445525078236116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBh2LdLGehs/SfFYTk-dFNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/OvaJeG6V72Q/S220/123121.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714930263340075898.post-3477623855155645985</id><published>2009-07-20T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T18:49:56.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The One</title><content type='html'>Today i listened to a single album 9 times in a row while working. You might ask whose album could ever be so interesting. Well, if most of you havn't heard, there's this malaysian singer call Zee Avi, (who i personally think is THE malaysian to finally it big time, hence the title of this post) who is based in the US with the record label, Brushfire Records. A singer who is just brilliant. Blessed with a voice that can melt the hearts of many. Lyrics for her song are simple yet meaningful. Dats probly why i didn't mine listening to it for 9 times in a row. well... i guess i'm just playing my part in promoting homegrown talent. get the album.. its worth it...  many of you might think her first single (bitter heart) might be abit to soft and slow for those of you pure hard rockers, give the rest of the album a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u loved colbie caillat, zee avi would win you over in an instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u do get a hold of her album, watchout for these singles;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poppy&lt;br /&gt;The Story&lt;br /&gt;Kantoi&lt;br /&gt;No Christmas for Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are my favourites....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;jess, hoping to hear your views about the album...&lt;br /&gt;Cy... i would like to know what you think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7714930263340075898-3477623855155645985?l=jojozzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojozzz.blogspot.com/feeds/3477623855155645985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jojozzz.blogspot.com/2009/07/one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7714930263340075898/posts/default/3477623855155645985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7714930263340075898/posts/default/3477623855155645985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojozzz.blogspot.com/2009/07/one.html' title='The One'/><author><name>[ImbA]-pLayboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12168445525078236116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBh2LdLGehs/SfFYTk-dFNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/OvaJeG6V72Q/S220/123121.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714930263340075898.post-9088853826897623649</id><published>2009-07-17T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T22:40:40.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you till the End</title><content type='html'>Song by The Pogues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to see you&lt;br /&gt;When youre all alone&lt;br /&gt;I just want to catch you if I can&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be there&lt;br /&gt;When the morning light explodes&lt;br /&gt;On your face it radiates&lt;br /&gt;I cant escape&lt;br /&gt;I love you till the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to tell you nothing&lt;br /&gt;You dont want to hear&lt;br /&gt;All I want is for you to say&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you just take me&lt;br /&gt;Where Ive never been before&lt;br /&gt;I know you want to hear me&lt;br /&gt;Catch my breath&lt;br /&gt;I love you till the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be there&lt;br /&gt;When were caught in the rain&lt;br /&gt;I just want to see you laugh not cry&lt;br /&gt;I just want to feel you&lt;br /&gt;When the night puts on its cloak&lt;br /&gt;Im lost for words dont tell me&lt;br /&gt;All I can say&lt;br /&gt;I love you till the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song from p.s. i love you...&lt;br /&gt;touching movie... watch it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7714930263340075898-9088853826897623649?l=jojozzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojozzz.blogspot.com/feeds/9088853826897623649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jojozzz.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-you-till-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7714930263340075898/posts/default/9088853826897623649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7714930263340075898/posts/default/9088853826897623649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojozzz.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-you-till-end.html' title='I love you till the End'/><author><name>[ImbA]-pLayboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12168445525078236116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBh2LdLGehs/SfFYTk-dFNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/OvaJeG6V72Q/S220/123121.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714930263340075898.post-904488177601841259</id><published>2009-07-14T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T12:59:02.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Girl part 2</title><content type='html'>The title is like from a movie about a misfit in society, a crazy yet fun, a down right care free girl who finally gets to fall in love with the man of her dreams. On the contrary this is a story of CRAZY stalker, haunting the life of all so innocent boy, Jon Lee. HAHAHA... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, guess what happened this morning. here was i, waiting for the lift to come, when from a distance, i saw a the same crazy woman walking towards me at a relatively fast pace. haha... nxt thing i knew, i ran to the stairs, and didn't stop till i was in my office. Guess i'm not yet ready to make friends. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess, she probly is kinda of a 'sticker'. shes super sticky and obsessive. But, if u wait long enough, the sticker would just probly drop off (oh God please!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frisbee at INTI Nilai was really awesome.... got sunburned and a reality check that i have to really really work out and keep fit. as u might alrdy guess, we din do dat well, but i think overall it was good experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gtg now... supervisor is really blowing her top off... (not literally of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.&lt;br /&gt;Cy, the girl is really really really scary! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7714930263340075898-904488177601841259?l=jojozzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojozzz.blogspot.com/feeds/904488177601841259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jojozzz.blogspot.com/2009/07/crazy-girl-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7714930263340075898/posts/default/904488177601841259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7714930263340075898/posts/default/904488177601841259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojozzz.blogspot.com/2009/07/crazy-girl-part-2.html' title='Crazy Girl part 2'/><author><name>[ImbA]-pLayboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12168445525078236116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBh2LdLGehs/SfFYTk-dFNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/OvaJeG6V72Q/S220/123121.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714930263340075898.post-5815960929384802440</id><published>2009-07-10T08:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:30:56.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Love of The Game</title><content type='html'>The title is from a baseball movie i think. well, i was just trying to come up with a suitable title, coz tmrw i'm going for a frisbee tournament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor's annual frisbee tourney (but, would be held in INTI, nilai). Officially, this would be the first tourney for some of the juniors and myself. I'm really looking forwrd to it, but there MIGHT be a very HIGH possibility that i MIGHT not play... hahaha...  well, i'm NOT what you can actually call one of the GREATEST frisbee players on the team. So,  fingers crossed.. 20 minutes on the field would do fine.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wish me luck.... will tell u guys how it went... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think thats all i wud want to say rite now.....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! i really hope to see Chin Yee in Inti Nilai... its been such a Loooooooong time since i last saw her....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7714930263340075898-5815960929384802440?l=jojozzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojozzz.blogspot.com/feeds/5815960929384802440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jojozzz.blogspot.com/2009/07/for-love-of-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7714930263340075898/posts/default/5815960929384802440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7714930263340075898/posts/default/5815960929384802440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojozzz.blogspot.com/2009/07/for-love-of-game.html' title='For the Love of The Game'/><author><name>[ImbA]-pLayboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12168445525078236116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBh2LdLGehs/SfFYTk-dFNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/OvaJeG6V72Q/S220/123121.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714930263340075898.post-612311510404239645</id><published>2009-07-08T08:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T08:58:08.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dun have a habit of blogging.... sorry i guess</title><content type='html'>well.... i'm still very much alive and kicking. i'm doing this just because i owe a 'close' friend a post on my blog. hmm... wat to talk about....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i got to apologise for all u guys who visited my blog but failed to see any changes.. really really really sorry. i promise i 'll try to be more consistent in blogging. but, i guess u haven't miss much of my life. let me think..... Nope... nothing interesting happened. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... theres this one thing. i'm working for my mum rite now at her office, and theres this girl. well, u might think i'm goin to explain how madly i'm in love with her, but let me just stop u there. this girl has been actuallt STALKING me. And believe me, i'm not flattering myself or anything, but dis gurl is like seriously following me, till it drove me to at point not leaving the office till 7, when i finish work at 5, just to avoid seeing her. (she does not have the proper authorisation to enter my office) At first i thought of this girl as scary, weird and just plain simple not right in the head (HAHAHA)... but after some while, i realised that this girl just probably wants to fit in or have a semse of belonging (doesn't all of us?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are all pressured by how SOCIETY wants us to act or behave.... social norms if u like. a girl is SUPPOSE to have a bf, a guy is supppose to have a gf. a person is SUPPOSE to have friends. we are SUPPOSE to dress and act in a certain way. all these, actually, come to think of it, influenced me to come up with the conclusion that this girl is 'weird'. but, this is JUST because shes NOT like me or any other girl i've known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad as it may be, i'm still kinda afraid (SISSY) to talk with her, let alone be friends with her. probably i'm not afraid of her, but rather afraid of being SEEN talking to her. As pathetic and shallow as i may seem, i suppose no one can say that they are not influenced by society at ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, life goes on. believe it or not, i'm blogging on the office. so i probly got to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaozzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;jess, i think this makes us even.&lt;br /&gt;post more twitter... :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7714930263340075898-612311510404239645?l=jojozzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojozzz.blogspot.com/feeds/612311510404239645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jojozzz.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dun-have-habit-of-blogging-sorry-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7714930263340075898/posts/default/612311510404239645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7714930263340075898/posts/default/612311510404239645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojozzz.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dun-have-habit-of-blogging-sorry-i.html' title='i dun have a habit of blogging.... sorry i guess'/><author><name>[ImbA]-pLayboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12168445525078236116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBh2LdLGehs/SfFYTk-dFNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/OvaJeG6V72Q/S220/123121.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714930263340075898.post-9010429295021760647</id><published>2009-04-30T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:27:21.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jogoya, frisbee and a whole lot of other things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Exams are closing near....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;TRIED to study last week but failed miserably&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;well... what can u expect frm Jon Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;last week was kinda boring...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;went to jogoya to eat with some close friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;enjoyed it very much... (how did BORING become ENJOYING, well...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;its dis kind of things that would be memories that would last for the rest of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;i dunno why... not as if anything significant happened... its just a very good feeling comes to me when i think about the dinner and what we talked about...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;hard to explain.. but its sort of a feeling that makes thank God for blessing you with friends like these in your life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;hahaha.... don't worry.. i'm not getting all emotional and girly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;frisbee... the game which many think only dogs play.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;well to set the record straight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;try to think of it this way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;ppl go around calling it a dog game becoz they only c dogs play it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;i bet never in real life but only on the tv.... ones or maybe twice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;besides its not a dog game.... its a human game....... which humans CHOOSE to play with dogs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;just like throwing a ball to a dog....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;no one goes around and say that baseball is a dog game... do they?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;anyways.... playing frisbee in Nottingham is really fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;i've had the opportunity to meet many different characters on the field..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;many whom i can learn alot of frm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;not just how they play frisbee... but how they have that camadrie for each other...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;caring for one another.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;some may call it abit too gay.... and many just wanna play a sport without caring for another player...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;i know where u guys are coming from... but in my defence... i would like to think that everything we do in life has to have a purpose...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;nothing should be done just for the sheer fun of it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;when playing frisbee, i like to think that i'm having fun and making myself a better person at the same time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;it might sound ridiculous... but i really think that the people who play frisbee in nottingham represent the different kind of people you would meet in life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;how u react to a person while playing frisbee might give you an idea of how you would do in the 'real' world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;maybe its because frisbee players interact alot with each other... jokes, small-talk, and advise on what degree to take nxt... all these i have experienced with te frisbee players of nottingham...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;so come... every monday and wednesday.. 4.30pm..... nottingham malaysia's field...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;i think dats about it for now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;jojozzz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7714930263340075898-9010429295021760647?l=jojozzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojozzz.blogspot.com/feeds/9010429295021760647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jojozzz.blogspot.com/2009/04/jogoya-frisbee-and-whole-lot-of-other.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7714930263340075898/posts/default/9010429295021760647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7714930263340075898/posts/default/9010429295021760647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojozzz.blogspot.com/2009/04/jogoya-frisbee-and-whole-lot-of-other.html' title='jogoya, frisbee and a whole lot of other things'/><author><name>[ImbA]-pLayboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12168445525078236116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBh2LdLGehs/SfFYTk-dFNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/OvaJeG6V72Q/S220/123121.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714930263340075898.post-2752687559925368930</id><published>2009-04-24T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T14:55:03.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i like her.... really..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;now to vent.. again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;hahaha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i really like dis gurl in my class....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;(damn.. i really sound like a freakin teenager in high-school)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;where was i.... ok.. i was telling u guys how much i like dis gurl in my UNIVERSITY class...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;(much better)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;well.. there seems to be a problem... i can't tell her dat i like her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;coz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;she told b4 dat she likes another guy who in turn doesn't have feelings for her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;(seriously, somehow i think by watching tv tooooo much, our lives tend to turn out to be some daily soap/sitcom/drama dat we see on tv.. eg. gossipgirls, one tree hill, the OC, Heroes lol...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;anyway....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i dunno how it happened...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;but i 'noticed' her during annual dinner... (some lame event my uni came up with... basically its a dinner where students dress up really nice n act matured and all... in lame man's terms... PROM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;she was stunning(not so sure bout this)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;well.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;not stunning... but more attractive than usual...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;she looked like an angel just descended frm the heavens...(could i get anymore cornier)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;anyway to cut the story short... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;she was cute n i fell for her dat moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;my guess is that we would probably never end up together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;but somehow i dun really care...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;this is because i learned alot frm this so-called 'love' or 'liking' for this gurl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;1) never judge a person for how she looks.... NOW....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;haha... i know its kinda shallow of me to say so... but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;no one can deny the fact that a person's appearance is the first thing u will c....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;not his/her personality... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;anyways...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i found out that a person can change into sumthin really stunning(there i go again) if SHE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;wants to....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;frm a quiet girl dat din do much wif her appearance to a gurl who talked more n look more charasmatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;2) (this is startin to look like an essay) i also learned that a person is really much more than wat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;she looks like. this is when i really say *Do not judge a book by its cover* appearance aside...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;ppl who look boring.. are not all the time boring.... get to know that person... not for her looks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;but for her heart... Corny as it may seem i really would like to practice this frm now on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;In conclusion (lol... i promise u it would not be as long as this all da time), i still kinda like da gurl.. if i do get her one day YAHOO!!!!! but if i dun, no need for shedding of tears... coz.. i feel that it really has been or rather IS a good thing to be friends with her......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;jojoZZZzz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7714930263340075898-2752687559925368930?l=jojozzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojozzz.blogspot.com/feeds/2752687559925368930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jojozzz.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-like-her-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7714930263340075898/posts/default/2752687559925368930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7714930263340075898/posts/default/2752687559925368930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojozzz.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-like-her-really.html' title='i like her.... really..'/><author><name>[ImbA]-pLayboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12168445525078236116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBh2LdLGehs/SfFYTk-dFNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/OvaJeG6V72Q/S220/123121.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714930263340075898.post-5034399892490855196</id><published>2009-04-24T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T14:24:06.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seTTing tHe paThs stRAighT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;well now i think i've decided how this blog is gonna be..&lt;br /&gt;actually i dun think i know.... lol.. but.. i kinda know wat it is NOT gonna be....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a fake but sad story of my life&lt;br /&gt;2. propaganda to seek attention&lt;br /&gt;3. a medium to brag about stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically, i hope to be as truthful as i can be when writting to this blog....&lt;br /&gt;i think dats how my blog is gonna be....&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='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBh2LdLGehs/SfFYTk-dFNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/OvaJeG6V72Q/S220/123121.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714930263340075898.post-8606298630510984187</id><published>2009-04-18T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:56:03.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;well....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;my second post in half a year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;makes this blog redundant...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;well... wat the heck...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;kinda wanted to write dis post coz... i feel i need to vent sum stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;first of all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;cp....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;can be said a good friend of mine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;kinda glad he is wif shin yii...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;happy 4 shin yii dat possibly she cannot be sad all da time....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;worry 4 her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;but now wif cp... relief... haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;nxt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The girl who was once mine, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i cant forget u...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;u are like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a sweet dream and a nightmare both at once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a cold sweet drink of poison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a lie within a truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i really liked u...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;like no one else...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ever since u 'left'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i cant feel da same way as i did b4...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i bcome pessimistic bout life and da things dat affect it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i like dis other gurl rite now... i'm afraid to tell her so coz i dun want to feel dat same feelings u left me wif...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;low self esteem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;worse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;of all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;lack of respect for myself........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7714930263340075898-8606298630510984187?l=jojozzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojozzz.blogspot.com/feeds/8606298630510984187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jojozzz.blogspot.com/2009/04/well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7714930263340075898/posts/default/8606298630510984187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7714930263340075898/posts/default/8606298630510984187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojozzz.blogspot.com/2009/04/well.html' title=''/><author><name>[ImbA]-pLayboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12168445525078236116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBh2LdLGehs/SfFYTk-dFNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/OvaJeG6V72Q/S220/123121.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714930263340075898.post-6352679577284355262</id><published>2009-01-20T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:30:07.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my first post</title><content type='html'>Hey..... This is my very &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; post.... i hated the whole idea of blogs at first... but with the current &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;stresses&lt;/span&gt; in life, I felt that i needed a medium to vent out my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'deepest' &lt;/span&gt;feelings.. Lol... Well i don't expect many to read this... i don't think i will &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ever &lt;/span&gt;promote it either.... but we'll see &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt; it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, this is my story......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBh2LdLGehs/SXVRiVlMraI/AAAAAAAAAAc/oTtRM67_BtI/s1600-h/DSC00222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293226587394452898" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBh2LdLGehs/SXVRiVlMraI/AAAAAAAAAAc/oTtRM67_BtI/s200/DSC00222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Jon Lee... I'm 18... n i guess i will make this blog about.... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt;... well to start things of... I'll tell u some stuff dat are important to me... there are a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;few&lt;/span&gt; things that i value most in my life and I hold &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; close to my heart...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBh2LdLGehs/SXVIQdONx4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/bhMAcpFTOCM/s1600-h/jesus%2520on%2520the%2520cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293216384603244418" style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBh2LdLGehs/SXVIQdONx4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/bhMAcpFTOCM/s320/jesus%2520on%2520the%2520cross.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;... I have been a Christian for as long as I can remember..... I know that most of the times I am don't act like one... but, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is really close to my heart. I don't believe that i have gone through a day without thinking about God even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; once&lt;/span&gt;... I believe that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; controls &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; in our lives... so... he is probably my cause to live... other than Him... whats the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;point&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(picture not available, haha)&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-size:180%;"&gt;Family&lt;/span&gt;.... I love them to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;death&lt;/span&gt;... my dad, mum n bro... may sound a bit gay... but what the heck.... I cant &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;imagine &lt;/span&gt;a day without them... Ironically... thats one of the many reasons that is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;holding&lt;/span&gt; me back to further my studies overseas.... Somehow... i feel that when i am with them... if anything &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt; were to happen.... i would be there to go through it with them.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thirdly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBh2LdLGehs/SXVNGhnS3nI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1GbaTXajito/s1600-h/malaysia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293221711541624434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBh2LdLGehs/SXVNGhnS3nI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1GbaTXajito/s320/malaysia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;div&gt;the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;University of Nottingham, Malaysian Campus... &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;think that i would ever &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;regret&lt;/span&gt; enrolling to this place.... the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;friends &lt;/span&gt;that i have known so far, the lessons that i have learnt, n the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;memories&lt;/span&gt; that i have had.... n its only my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; year.... well.. i guess what &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;else&lt;/span&gt; can be said.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats about it.... will tell u more about myself in the next post....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ciaozzz......&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/7714930263340075898-6352679577284355262?l=jojozzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jojozzz.blogspot.com/feeds/6352679577284355262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jojozzz.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-first-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7714930263340075898/posts/default/6352679577284355262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7714930263340075898/posts/default/6352679577284355262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jojozzz.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-first-post.html' title='my first post'/><author><name>[ImbA]-pLayboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12168445525078236116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBh2LdLGehs/SfFYTk-dFNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/OvaJeG6V72Q/S220/123121.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBh2LdLGehs/SXVRiVlMraI/AAAAAAAAAAc/oTtRM67_BtI/s72-c/DSC00222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
