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你傷心時......我願意陪著你
你開心時......我願意不顧形象的陪你一起大笑
你無聊時......我願意陪你天南地北談話打發時間
那是因為你是我的朋友
也是我最在乎的"生活"......

Expert in Nothing, Amateur in Everything, Easy on Myself, and Bitchy on Everybody Else</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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almost gone, weather is as crazy as before... anyway I would like tot ake this chance to wish everyone has a merry christmas and Happy 2008! may you get what you want, achieve what you wish for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would liek to apologize for not able to reply, no matter in sms, friendster mesg, friendster comment, calls, msn messenger or yahoo messenger, I just tried to run away for a while... meanwhile... just to let u guys know I did received them... thanks again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-4576529412852308354?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/4576529412852308354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=4576529412852308354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;我希望我不曾出現在妳的生命裡。&lt;br /&gt;if i can start all over again&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had never appeared in your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哪裏有彩虹告诉我&lt;br /&gt;能不能把我的愿望还给我&lt;br /&gt;为什麼天这麼安静&lt;br /&gt;所有云都跑到我这裏&lt;br /&gt;where are the rainbows please tell me&lt;br /&gt;can i have my wishes back&lt;br /&gt;why is the sky so quiet&lt;br /&gt;the clouds are all above me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有没有口罩一个给我 &lt;br /&gt;释怀说了太多就成真不了 &lt;br /&gt;也许时间是一种解药 &lt;br /&gt;也是我现在正服下的毒药&lt;br /&gt;do you have a mask please give one to me&lt;br /&gt;comfort won’t come if you talk about it too much&lt;br /&gt;perhaps time is a kind of antidote&lt;br /&gt;and also a poison i’m taking in now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看不见你的笑 我怎麼睡得著 &lt;br /&gt;你的身影这麼近我却抱不到&lt;br /&gt;没有地球太阳还是会绕 &lt;br /&gt;没有理由我也能自己走&lt;br /&gt;how can i fall asleep without seeing your smile&lt;br /&gt;your image is so close yet i can’t hug you&lt;br /&gt;the sun will still turn without the earth&lt;br /&gt;and i can still walk without a reason to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你要离开 我知道很简单 &lt;br /&gt;你说依赖 是我们的阻碍 &lt;br /&gt;就算放开 但能不能别没收我的爱 &lt;br /&gt;当作我最后才明白&lt;br /&gt;you wanted to leave, i know it is easy&lt;br /&gt;you said dependence is whats obstructing us&lt;br /&gt;even if we separate, can you not confiscate my love&lt;br /&gt;i’ll only understand when it ends, take it that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有没有口罩一个给我 &lt;br /&gt;释怀说了太多就成真不了 &lt;br /&gt;也许时间是一种解药 &lt;br /&gt;也是我现在正服下的毒药&lt;br /&gt;do you have a mask please give one to me&lt;br /&gt;comfort won’t come if you talk about it too much&lt;br /&gt;perhaps time is a kind of antidote&lt;br /&gt;and also a poison i’m taking in now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看不见你的笑 我怎麼睡得著 &lt;br /&gt;你的身影这麼近我却抱不到&lt;br /&gt;没有地球太阳还是会绕 &lt;br /&gt;没有理由我也能自己走&lt;br /&gt;how can i fall asleep without seeing your smile&lt;br /&gt;your image is so close yet i can’t hug you&lt;br /&gt;the sun will still turn without the earth&lt;br /&gt;and i can still walk without a reason to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你要离开 我知道很简单 &lt;br /&gt;你说依赖 是我们的阻碍 &lt;br /&gt;就算放开 但能不能别没收我的爱 &lt;br /&gt;当作我最后才明白&lt;br /&gt;you wanted to leave, i know it is easy&lt;br /&gt;you said dependence is whats obstructing us&lt;br /&gt;even if we separate, can you not confiscate my love&lt;br /&gt;i’ll only understand when it ends, take it that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看不见你的笑 &lt;br /&gt;要我怎麼睡得著 &lt;br /&gt;你的身影这麼近我却抱不到&lt;br /&gt;没有地球太阳开始环绕环绕 &lt;br /&gt;没有理由我也能自己走掉 &lt;br /&gt;释怀说了太多就成真不了&lt;br /&gt;也许时间是一种解药解药&lt;br /&gt;也是我现在正服下的毒药&lt;br /&gt;without seeing your smile&lt;br /&gt;how am i supposed to sleep&lt;br /&gt;your image is so close yet i can’t hug you&lt;br /&gt;without the earth the sun starts to rotate rotate&lt;br /&gt;without a reason i can still walk away&lt;br /&gt;comfort won’t come if you talk about it too much&lt;br /&gt;perhaps time is a kind of antidote antidote&lt;br /&gt;and also a poison i’m taking in now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-4514465730827670587?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/4514465730827670587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=4514465730827670587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/4514465730827670587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/4514465730827670587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='周杰伦 - 彩虹'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-3033716799573402636</id><published>2007-11-03T02:11:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T02:12:13.967+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Ai Mei (曖昧)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/WRIR0bTxWW/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/WRIR0bTxWW/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;曖昧讓人受盡委屈&lt;br /&gt;找不到相愛的證據&lt;br /&gt;何時該前進　何時該放棄&lt;br /&gt;連擁抱都沒有勇氣&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只能陪你到這裡&lt;br /&gt;畢竟有些事不可以&lt;br /&gt;超過了友情　還不到愛情&lt;br /&gt;遠方就要下雨的風景&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到底該不該哭泣&lt;br /&gt;想太多是我還是你&lt;br /&gt;我很不服氣　也開始懷疑&lt;br /&gt;眼前的人　是不是同一個真實的你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;曖昧讓人受盡委屈&lt;br /&gt;找不到相愛的證據&lt;br /&gt;何時該前進　何時該放棄&lt;br /&gt;連擁抱都沒有勇氣&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;曖昧讓人變得貪心&lt;br /&gt;直到等待失去意義&lt;br /&gt;無奈我和你　寫不出結局&lt;br /&gt;放遺憾的美麗　停在這裡&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-3033716799573402636?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/3033716799573402636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=3033716799573402636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/3033716799573402636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/3033716799573402636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2007/11/ai-mei.html' title='Ai Mei (曖昧)'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-2283272060730614646</id><published>2007-10-14T20:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T20:24:43.497+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Little message for you</title><content type='html'>hola, espero que estes bien... lo que yo quiero decir es muchas gracias por estar aqui para mi, todo el tiempo! cuidate mucho y hablamos mas tarde... te extraño&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-2283272060730614646?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/2283272060730614646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=2283272060730614646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/2283272060730614646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/2283272060730614646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2007/10/little-message-for-you.html' title='Little message for you'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-2092552166972363861</id><published>2007-10-14T20:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T20:01:42.893+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Love this music</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/16qBX5F3Mo/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/16qBX5F3Mo/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: this piece of music catches my mind and soul instantly once I played it last night and post it here just to share with whoever who plays it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-2092552166972363861?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/2092552166972363861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=2092552166972363861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/2092552166972363861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/2092552166972363861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2007/10/love-this-music.html' title='Love this music'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-1556058280749908311</id><published>2007-10-06T18:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T18:16:40.639+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The closest thing to crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="251"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/CUlE3bhSH7/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/CUlE3bhSH7/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="251" allowFullScreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I think I'm standing strong, &lt;br /&gt;Yet feel the air beneath my feet? &lt;br /&gt;How can happiness feel so wrong? &lt;br /&gt;How can misery feel so sweet? &lt;br /&gt;How can you let me watch you sleep, &lt;br /&gt;Then break my dreams the way you do? &lt;br /&gt;How can I have got in so deep? &lt;br /&gt;Why did I fall in love with you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS: &lt;br /&gt;This is the closest thing to crazy I have ever been &lt;br /&gt;Feeling twenty-two, acting seventeen, &lt;br /&gt;This is the nearest thing to crazy I have ever known, &lt;br /&gt;I was never crazy on my own… &lt;br /&gt;And now I know that there's a link between the two, &lt;br /&gt;Being close to craziness and being close to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you make me fall apart &lt;br /&gt;Then break my fall with loving lies? &lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to break a heart; &lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to close your eyes. &lt;br /&gt;How can you treat me like a child &lt;br /&gt;Yet like a child I yearn for you? &lt;br /&gt;How can anyone feel so wild? &lt;br /&gt;How can anyone feel so blue? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and being close to you&lt;br /&gt;...and being close to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-1556058280749908311?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/1556058280749908311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=1556058280749908311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/1556058280749908311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/1556058280749908311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2007/10/closest-thing-to-crazy.html' title='The closest thing to crazy'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-1289453078379988920</id><published>2007-09-30T21:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:55:22.510+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Melbourne scenery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-aYW78m7pQ/Rv-ItBiGZgI/AAAAAAAAADE/xAqaHDhbzik/s1600-h/DSCN0681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-aYW78m7pQ/Rv-ItBiGZgI/AAAAAAAAADE/xAqaHDhbzik/s320/DSCN0681.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115958008803124738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g-aYW78m7pQ/Rv-IlhiGZfI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Lg4rs6GYXjQ/s1600-h/DSCN0680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g-aYW78m7pQ/Rv-IlhiGZfI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Lg4rs6GYXjQ/s320/DSCN0680.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115957879954105842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-aYW78m7pQ/Rv-IexiGZeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HYNgswIMY0Y/s1600-h/DSCN0545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-aYW78m7pQ/Rv-IexiGZeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HYNgswIMY0Y/s320/DSCN0545.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115957763989988834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-aYW78m7pQ/Rv-IXRiGZdI/AAAAAAAAACs/MBrh3SE4UOA/s1600-h/DSCN0526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-aYW78m7pQ/Rv-IXRiGZdI/AAAAAAAAACs/MBrh3SE4UOA/s320/DSCN0526.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115957635140969938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-aYW78m7pQ/Rv-IRRiGZcI/AAAAAAAAACk/TdToVaL0N54/s1600-h/DSCN0525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-aYW78m7pQ/Rv-IRRiGZcI/AAAAAAAAACk/TdToVaL0N54/s320/DSCN0525.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115957532061754818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-aYW78m7pQ/Rv-IKxiGZbI/AAAAAAAAACc/qR3XH7ofzgY/s1600-h/DSCN0524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-aYW78m7pQ/Rv-IKxiGZbI/AAAAAAAAACc/qR3XH7ofzgY/s320/DSCN0524.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115957420392605106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-aYW78m7pQ/Rv-IEBiGZaI/AAAAAAAAACU/UO3aylmHBj8/s1600-h/DSCN0523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-1289453078379988920?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/1289453078379988920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=1289453078379988920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/1289453078379988920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/1289453078379988920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2007/09/melbourne-scenery.html' title='Melbourne scenery'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-aYW78m7pQ/Rv-ItBiGZgI/AAAAAAAAADE/xAqaHDhbzik/s72-c/DSCN0681.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-8415025510132118738</id><published>2007-09-22T14:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T14:37:15.791+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna be your everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/qvd4NeDvOo/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/qvd4NeDvOo/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I looked in your eyes I knew&lt;br /&gt;I would do anything thing for you&lt;br /&gt;The first time you touched my face I felt&lt;br /&gt;What I've never felt with anyone else&lt;br /&gt;I wanna give back what you've given to me&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna witness all of your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Now that you've shown me who I really am&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna be more than just your man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the wind that fills your sails&lt;br /&gt;Be the hand that lifts your vail&lt;br /&gt;Be the moon that moves your tides&lt;br /&gt;And the sun coming up in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Be the wheel that never rusts&lt;br /&gt;And be the spark that lights you up&lt;br /&gt;All that you been dreaming of and more&lt;br /&gt;So much more I wanna be your everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you wake up I'd be the first thing you see&lt;br /&gt;And when it gets dark you can reach out to me&lt;br /&gt;I'd cherish your words&lt;br /&gt;And I'd finish your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be your compass when you get lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the wind that fills your sails&lt;br /&gt;Be the hand that lifts your vail&lt;br /&gt;Be the moon that moves your tides&lt;br /&gt;And the sun coming up in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Be the wheel that never rusts&lt;br /&gt;And be the spark that lights you up&lt;br /&gt;All that you been dreaming of and more&lt;br /&gt;So much more I wanna be your everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be the wheel that never rusts&lt;br /&gt;And be the spark that lights you up&lt;br /&gt;All that you been dreaming of and more&lt;br /&gt;So much more I wanna be your everything&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be your everything &lt;br /&gt;I wanna be your everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: had been really busy lately at work, when I got home will be like really tiring and exhausted... nothing much I really feel like doing besides listen to some songs and musics... some of them are quite nice so just post it here and share with u guys who visit my blog :) enjoyz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-8415025510132118738?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/8415025510132118738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=8415025510132118738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/8415025510132118738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/8415025510132118738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-wanna-be-your-everything.html' title='I wanna be your everything'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-8531303380115281012</id><published>2007-09-19T20:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T20:40:41.238+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/sOzLg6reLs/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/sOzLg6reLs/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what... what I'm Gonna do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See,&lt;br /&gt;baby I apologize&lt;br /&gt;For all the things that I've done, that I've done&lt;br /&gt;See I know that I've been a fool&lt;br /&gt;For far too long&lt;br /&gt;Baby you don't have to&lt;br /&gt;Go and run away&lt;br /&gt;Just come back to papa&lt;br /&gt;Please baby baby won't you stay&lt;br /&gt;If you really love me&lt;br /&gt;Then why are you leaving me?&lt;br /&gt;I can't live&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin' about this crazy thang&lt;br /&gt;I lose sleep&lt;br /&gt;Just to daydream about you baby (oooh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;I'm going crazy crazy crazy&lt;br /&gt;Just from thinking about you lately (crazy, babe)&lt;br /&gt;I'm going crazy crazy crazy&lt;br /&gt;Just from thinking about you baby (I don't know what to do, ooh)&lt;br /&gt;I'm going crazy crazy crazy crazy&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about you lately (crazy, crazy, crazy)&lt;br /&gt;I'm going crazy crazy (crazy crazy)&lt;br /&gt;When I can't touch you&lt;br /&gt;Crazy crazy (I'm going crazy)&lt;br /&gt;When I can't hold you&lt;br /&gt;Crazy crazy (I'm goin crazy) When I can't see you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said I'm going crazy&lt;br /&gt;Baby baby baby baby&lt;br /&gt;Said I'm going crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've finally realized&lt;br /&gt;That you are my true love&lt;br /&gt;And I had a lot of time to think&lt;br /&gt;And you're all I seem to keep think, to keep thinking of, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Now I know I need you&lt;br /&gt;Each and every day&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;So don't run away&lt;br /&gt;Baby you said that you love me&lt;br /&gt;So why did you leave me&lt;br /&gt;Why why why why?&lt;br /&gt;I can't live&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin' about this crazy day&lt;br /&gt;I lose sleep&lt;br /&gt;Just to daydream about you baby (oooh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;I'm going crazy crazy crazy&lt;br /&gt;Just been thinking about you lately (just from thinkin')&lt;br /&gt;I'm going crazy crazy crazy&lt;br /&gt;Just been thinking about you baby (I'm goin craze, I'm goin crazy)&lt;br /&gt;I'm going crazy crazy crazy crazy (oaah)&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about you lately (de de doodle do)&lt;br /&gt;I'm going crazy crazy (crazy crazy)&lt;br /&gt;When I can't touch you&lt;br /&gt;Crazy crazy (I'm going crazy)&lt;br /&gt;When I can't hold you&lt;br /&gt;Crazy crazy (wooah) When I can't see you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could see you again I would go&lt;br /&gt;If I could see you again I 'd go crazy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-8531303380115281012?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/8531303380115281012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=8531303380115281012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/8531303380115281012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/8531303380115281012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2007/09/crazy.html' title='Crazy'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-2891931811940239538</id><published>2007-09-09T11:45:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T11:47:40.810+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I am</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/MGIhyIluDQ/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/MGIhyIluDQ/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an angel, I'm a devil &lt;br /&gt;I am sometimes in between&lt;br /&gt;I'm as bad it can get&lt;br /&gt;And good as it can be&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm a million colors&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm black and white&lt;br /&gt;I am all extremes&lt;br /&gt;Try figure me out you never can&lt;br /&gt;There's so many things I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am special&lt;br /&gt;I am beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I am wonderful&lt;br /&gt;And powerful&lt;br /&gt;Unstoppable&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm miserable&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm pitiful&lt;br /&gt;But that's so typical of all the things I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm someone filled with self-belief&lt;br /&gt;And haunted by self-doubt&lt;br /&gt;I've got all the answers&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing figured out&lt;br /&gt;I like to be by myself &lt;br /&gt;I hate to be alone&lt;br /&gt;I'm up and I am down&lt;br /&gt;But that's part of the thrill &lt;br /&gt;Part of the plan&lt;br /&gt;Part of all of the things I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am special&lt;br /&gt;I am beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I am wonderful&lt;br /&gt;And powerful&lt;br /&gt;Unstoppable&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm miserable&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm pitiful&lt;br /&gt;But that's so typical of all the things I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a million contradictions&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I make no sense&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm perfect &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm a mess&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm not sure who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am special&lt;br /&gt;I am beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I am wonderful&lt;br /&gt;And powerful&lt;br /&gt;Unstoppable&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm miserable&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm pitiful&lt;br /&gt;But that's so typical of all the things I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am special&lt;br /&gt;I am beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I am wonderful&lt;br /&gt;And powerful&lt;br /&gt;Unstoppable&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm miserable&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm pitiful&lt;br /&gt;But that's so typical of all the things I am&lt;br /&gt;Of all the things I am&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm miserable&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm pitiful&lt;br /&gt;But that's so typical of all the things I am&lt;br /&gt;Of all the things I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: This is one of Hilarry Duff's song that I love by the title I am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-2891931811940239538?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/2891931811940239538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=2891931811940239538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/2891931811940239538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/2891931811940239538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am.html' title='I am'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-4380711186254474352</id><published>2007-08-29T05:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:55:22.728+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My love will get you home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-aYW78m7pQ/RtR8Aar0QdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/flkIck3yaF4/s1600-h/200002026165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-aYW78m7pQ/RtR8Aar0QdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/flkIck3yaF4/s320/200002026165.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103840624322560466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Vg7PEsZGOy/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Vg7PEsZGOy/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wander off too far, my love will get you home. &lt;br /&gt;If you follow the wrong star, my love will get you home. &lt;br /&gt;If you ever find yourself, lost and all alone, &lt;br /&gt;get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home. &lt;br /&gt;Boy, my love will get you home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the bright lights blinds your eyes, my love will get you home. &lt;br /&gt;If your troubles break your stride, my love will get you home. &lt;br /&gt;If you ever find yourself, lost and all alone, &lt;br /&gt;get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home. &lt;br /&gt;Boy, my love will get you home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever feel ashamed, my love will get you home. &lt;br /&gt;When there's only you to blame, my love will get you home. &lt;br /&gt;If you ever find yourself, lost and all alone, &lt;br /&gt;get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home. &lt;br /&gt;Boy, my love will get you home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever find yourself, lost and all alone, &lt;br /&gt;get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home. &lt;br /&gt;Boy, my love will get you home, &lt;br /&gt;Boy, my love will get you home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-4380711186254474352?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/4380711186254474352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=4380711186254474352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/4380711186254474352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/4380711186254474352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-love-will-get-you-home.html' title='My love will get you home'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-aYW78m7pQ/RtR8Aar0QdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/flkIck3yaF4/s72-c/200002026165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-1533337924196936351</id><published>2007-08-27T15:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:55:24.107+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Stalker? Or somebody I know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-aYW78m7pQ/RtJmfqr0QcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cl1pZntiWio/s1600-h/DSC00777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-aYW78m7pQ/RtJmfqr0QcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cl1pZntiWio/s320/DSC00777.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103254021984240066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-aYW78m7pQ/RtJmXqr0QbI/AAAAAAAAABs/Jram_szOMrk/s1600-h/DSC00776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-aYW78m7pQ/RtJmXqr0QbI/AAAAAAAAABs/Jram_szOMrk/s320/DSC00776.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103253884545286578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g-aYW78m7pQ/RtJmSar0QaI/AAAAAAAAABk/F7J7RFS6GRk/s1600-h/DSC00775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g-aYW78m7pQ/RtJmSar0QaI/AAAAAAAAABk/F7J7RFS6GRk/s320/DSC00775.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103253794350973346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-aYW78m7pQ/RtJmOKr0QZI/AAAAAAAAABc/YeRVGnPp91o/s1600-h/DSC00774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-aYW78m7pQ/RtJmOKr0QZI/AAAAAAAAABc/YeRVGnPp91o/s320/DSC00774.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103253721336529298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g-aYW78m7pQ/RtJmJar0QYI/AAAAAAAAABU/7tfqqbiod8E/s1600-h/DSC00773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g-aYW78m7pQ/RtJmJar0QYI/AAAAAAAAABU/7tfqqbiod8E/s320/DSC00773.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103253639732150658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g-aYW78m7pQ/RtJmEar0QXI/AAAAAAAAABM/5imN02fN2zc/s1600-h/DSC00770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g-aYW78m7pQ/RtJmEar0QXI/AAAAAAAAABM/5imN02fN2zc/s320/DSC00770.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103253553832804722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-aYW78m7pQ/RtJl_6r0QWI/AAAAAAAAABE/UV7GOevl5ac/s1600-h/DSC00769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-aYW78m7pQ/RtJl_6r0QWI/AAAAAAAAABE/UV7GOevl5ac/s320/DSC00769.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103253476523393378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... who will be that lame to be there in the morning while I was waiting train too? I am not really sure that I knew anyone that was waiting for train this morning? I actually got all these pictures from somebody's email that I've know but he is actually gone to heaven last year... who will that be? who is there watching me? hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says " I know what you're looking at this morning" in the email... weird!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-1533337924196936351?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/1533337924196936351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=1533337924196936351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/1533337924196936351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/1533337924196936351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2007/08/stalker-or-somebody-i-know.html' title='Stalker? Or somebody I know?'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-aYW78m7pQ/RtJmfqr0QcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cl1pZntiWio/s72-c/DSC00777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-4820257820241357900</id><published>2007-08-27T01:41:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T01:41:55.695+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Heart My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1CxvOmJsfVI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1CxvOmJsfVI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-4820257820241357900?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/4820257820241357900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=4820257820241357900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/4820257820241357900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/4820257820241357900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2007/08/your-heart-my-heart.html' title='Your Heart My Heart'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-8526328326022641529</id><published>2007-08-26T18:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:55:24.416+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Whenever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-aYW78m7pQ/RtE6E6r0QVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wd05JjLKBqg/s1600-h/011+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-aYW78m7pQ/RtE6E6r0QVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wd05JjLKBqg/s320/011+(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102923708934406482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the night comes&lt;br /&gt;That’s when the loneliness starts&lt;br /&gt;That’s when I want you so much&lt;br /&gt;That’s when my sleepless night comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the lights on&lt;br /&gt;That’s when the fear or another shadow comes&lt;br /&gt;That’s when I’m playing with the shadow on the wall&lt;br /&gt;That’s when I wish the shadow and yours and mine joined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the loneliness comes&lt;br /&gt;That’s when I needed your comfort most&lt;br /&gt;That’s when I needed your care most&lt;br /&gt;That’s when I needed your love most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you’ve come&lt;br /&gt;That’s when I feel the most comfortable&lt;br /&gt;That’s when I feel the most happiest&lt;br /&gt;That’s when I feel the most luckiest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-8526328326022641529?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/8526328326022641529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=8526328326022641529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/8526328326022641529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/8526328326022641529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2007/08/whenever.html' title='Whenever'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-aYW78m7pQ/RtE6E6r0QVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wd05JjLKBqg/s72-c/011+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-6011797347386554701</id><published>2007-08-26T13:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T14:00:35.492+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Zhang Dong Liang - cuo le zai cuo</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WPX014Rnx6g"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WPX014Rnx6g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure why falling in love with this song lately, been repeating in my mp3 player as well as whenever i switch on my computer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;退到了絕境再退&lt;br /&gt;破碎到不能破碎&lt;br /&gt;能挽回什麼&lt;br /&gt;你就不肯說&lt;br /&gt;我只能猜疑卻都錯&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;淚水灌溉著傷悲&lt;br /&gt;絕望是你賜給的安慰&lt;br /&gt;為何你說謊&lt;br /&gt;我卻受懲罰&lt;br /&gt;你不如就用刀刺下&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我可以痛了再痛&lt;br /&gt;你可以錯了再錯&lt;br /&gt;不甘心不閃躲&lt;br /&gt;只為那失真的承諾&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我轉身讓你玩著火&lt;br /&gt;你存心用盡我寬容&lt;br /&gt;為什麼連謊言你也刺破&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;愛和痛彼此糾結&lt;br /&gt;悲和我無法分解&lt;br /&gt;厭倦的疲累&lt;br /&gt;成了一片黑&lt;br /&gt;像空洞已無法消滅&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;淚水滋潤著淚水&lt;br /&gt;背叛是你另一種慰藉&lt;br /&gt;完美的藉口&lt;br /&gt;淚無辜流下&lt;br /&gt;你不如用亂箭射吧&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我可以痛了再痛&lt;br /&gt;你可以錯了再錯&lt;br /&gt;不甘心不閃躲&lt;br /&gt;只為那失真的承諾&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我轉身讓你玩著火&lt;br /&gt;你存心用盡我寬容&lt;br /&gt;為什麼連謊言你也刺破&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;即使我頭也不回&lt;br /&gt;這悲劇猛向我追&lt;br /&gt;情願你全部摧毀&lt;br /&gt;別留著燎原的火堆&lt;br /&gt;給你的自由將我吞沒&lt;br /&gt;給我的愛像一根繩索&lt;br /&gt;你放手卻捆住了我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我可以痛了再痛&lt;br /&gt;你可以錯了再錯&lt;br /&gt;不甘心不閃躲&lt;br /&gt;全為了失真的承諾&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我轉身讓你玩著火&lt;br /&gt;你存心用盡我寬容&lt;br /&gt;為什麼連謊言你也刺破&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;為什麼連謊言你也不說&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-6011797347386554701?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/6011797347386554701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=6011797347386554701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/6011797347386554701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/6011797347386554701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2007/08/zhang-dong-liang-cuo-le-zai-cuo.html' title='Zhang Dong Liang - cuo le zai cuo'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-9069268168630303859</id><published>2007-08-26T13:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T13:45:30.114+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hady performed You Give Me Wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uk75WJS-wyM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uk75WJS-wyM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in grand final of Singapore Idol 24 September 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-9069268168630303859?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-6491400058559365657</id><published>2007-08-26T13:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:55:24.699+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Another weekend is here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-aYW78m7pQ/RtDyCqr0QUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Cu1p9fMxHPM/s1600-h/P1010760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-aYW78m7pQ/RtDyCqr0QUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Cu1p9fMxHPM/s320/P1010760.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102844505442500930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking back at the history&lt;br /&gt;are all our fading memory&lt;br /&gt;whther to delete or keep&lt;br /&gt;it's all on our believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if we succumb to doubts and fears in the face of difficulties without trying to resolve them, or if we become complacent and oblivious to our constant challenge against our weakness then life's negative influence will find its way into our innermost selves...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-6491400058559365657?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/6491400058559365657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=6491400058559365657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/6491400058559365657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/6491400058559365657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2007/08/another-weekend-is-here.html' title='Another weekend is here'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-aYW78m7pQ/RtDyCqr0QUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Cu1p9fMxHPM/s72-c/P1010760.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-255466660548707135</id><published>2007-08-23T05:39:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:55:24.839+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Little thoughts to share</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-aYW78m7pQ/RsyRIar0QTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/cfwaZpZppnA/s1600-h/67.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-aYW78m7pQ/RsyRIar0QTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/cfwaZpZppnA/s320/67.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101612051692011826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life consists of family, friends, lover, work… sometimes looking at the sunset is just like looking at our life… sometimes it seems to be so beautiful and sometimes it’s like so dark… sunset happen within minutes, the beautiful of the sunset might just remain minutes each day, but it stays in the heart for more than minutes….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happens everyday and it’s just like our life that is having ups and downs, the beautiful of the sunset seems like ups of the life, and when the sun gone, it seems like the dark side of the life… that is full of loneliness, jealousy, nastiness and so on so on with the negative attitudes and life…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s all depends on us how we actually view our life and create our life, sometimes we might blame the god of not looking after us or blaming our life is all written in the life book, but we seldom realized that life is actually in our hands, it’s all depends on us how we gonna work on it or how we going to create it to be more interesting…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different mood will also affect the point of view of us in judging or seeing anything in life… sometimes when you look into the sky and feel it, maybe the same style or same looking of the sky will make u feel so irritating, but sometimes it just simply makes you feel so comfortable looking into the sky and feel it is so beautiful…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How we going to judge things, people and happenings, it’s all up to us, we can’t stop how people think, we can’t make people agree with us all the time, but open up our heart and accept the fact, accept what we’ve got, accept who we are, will be so much easier to accept the negative thoughts of us…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting through all this seems to be a challenge and it is a must in life to take it… but once we get through few times, we are experienced and hence we get stronger in life… don’t you think so? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we start blaming in anything or anyone in life, why don’t we just sit down and think where is the source of the problems? How’s the problem occur? Why does the problem occur and so on… thus, it makes us have clearer picture in handling the very little heart we’ve got…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handling heart is an issue that we got to look at… handle with care is my best suggestion in handling hearts, we do have one, same goes with others, everyone has a heart, no matter how strong a person is, the heart is the most fragile part, no matter in physical or psychological wise…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart is meant to be care, love, pampered, and looking after, not to be hurt, not to be harm by anything else… often in life, we do want the heart to feel easy, we do always comfort our heart and says everything will be alright, but the main thing is still how we handle it and how we put our mind together to work out the best for our heart…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always a single little thing in life can lead us to make the heart feel so good and in one little gap it will go the other way round, so think before we do anything is the best solution of all…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I am typing the common sense eh? But somehow I feel, in most of our lives, we often neglect the so call common sense in our lives, so it’s just a piece of thought to share…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-255466660548707135?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/255466660548707135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=255466660548707135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/255466660548707135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/255466660548707135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2007/08/little-thoughts-to-share.html' title='Little thoughts to share'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-aYW78m7pQ/RsyRIar0QTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/cfwaZpZppnA/s72-c/67.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-7883367097565595711</id><published>2007-08-20T20:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T20:41:33.393+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you note</title><content type='html'>First of all thanks diary for ringing me up, eventhough it was a bit late but I really appreciate you called, thanks diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ken ken for keep trying ur best to convert me to a biker -.-... but I think I am not interested la....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Pat, Dan Dan for the message&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Penny for the encouragement and your stupid jokes :x, really dragging my time le! Lucky you've got your part done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Bernie for "follow up" my wealthy and healthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Nicole for sharing all the tears with me at work, miss working with ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ah derr for playing guitar for me eventhough your guitar hurted your fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Ibu for being my listening ears listen me whinging everything about life, work, family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ah gor, ah jie, ah nic, ah fish, and people who dropped by here and concerned about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to ah blue for your lovely message "笑一笑，希望什么事情都解决得了..."&lt;br /&gt;"天空是绵绵的糖&lt;br /&gt;就算塌下来又怎样&lt;br /&gt;深呼吸甩开悲伤&lt;br /&gt;生气想爆炸就大声唱"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-7883367097565595711?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/7883367097565595711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=7883367097565595711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/7883367097565595711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/7883367097565595711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2007/08/thank-you-note.html' title='Thank you note'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-2650989930867865869</id><published>2007-08-19T09:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:55:25.293+11:00</updated><title type='text'>What should I do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-aYW78m7pQ/RseGx6r0QSI/AAAAAAAAAAk/5ZlF6yTXBz8/s1600-h/dboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-aYW78m7pQ/RseGx6r0QSI/AAAAAAAAAAk/5ZlF6yTXBz8/s320/dboy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100193295145124130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g-aYW78m7pQ/RseGtKr0QRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BINlMyrH4GI/s1600-h/CHOBITS_18L.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g-aYW78m7pQ/RseGtKr0QRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BINlMyrH4GI/s320/CHOBITS_18L.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100193213540745490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-2650989930867865869?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/2650989930867865869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=2650989930867865869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/2650989930867865869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/2650989930867865869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-should-i-do.html' title='What should I do?'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-aYW78m7pQ/RseGx6r0QSI/AAAAAAAAAAk/5ZlF6yTXBz8/s72-c/dboy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-519109780827821903</id><published>2007-08-19T09:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:55:25.441+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Only reminds me of you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-aYW78m7pQ/RseFX6r0QQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6ZLjnS0QsZA/s1600-h/3666089RL121613827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-aYW78m7pQ/RseFX6r0QQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6ZLjnS0QsZA/s320/3666089RL121613827.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100191748956897538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you, beside me&lt;br /&gt;It's only a dream&lt;br /&gt;Wishing a part you'll still be&lt;br /&gt;The laughter, the sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Pictures in time&lt;br /&gt;Fading to memory&lt;br /&gt;How could I ever let you go&lt;br /&gt;Isn't too late to let it show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I come to run from your side&lt;br /&gt;But this place I hide&lt;br /&gt;It only reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;When i turn out of the light&lt;br /&gt;Even the night&lt;br /&gt;It only reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed my freedom&lt;br /&gt;This what I've thought&lt;br /&gt;But I was a fool to believe&lt;br /&gt;My heart breaks while you cry&lt;br /&gt;Rivers of tears&lt;br /&gt;But I was too blind to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I ever let you go&lt;br /&gt;Isn't too late to let you show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I come to run from your side&lt;br /&gt;But this place I hide&lt;br /&gt;It only reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;When I turn out of the light&lt;br /&gt;Even the night&lt;br /&gt;It only reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please come back to me&lt;br /&gt;I'm down on my knees&lt;br /&gt;God give me strength...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I come to run from your side&lt;br /&gt;But this place I hide&lt;br /&gt;It only reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;When I turn out of the light&lt;br /&gt;Even the night&lt;br /&gt;It only reminds me of you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-519109780827821903?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/519109780827821903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=519109780827821903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/519109780827821903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/519109780827821903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2007/08/only-reminds-me-of-you.html' title='Only reminds me of you'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-aYW78m7pQ/RseFX6r0QQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6ZLjnS0QsZA/s72-c/3666089RL121613827.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-665329871053344751</id><published>2007-07-28T12:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T12:55:23.001+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Accident</title><content type='html'>25 July 2007 was a bad day for me... Had accident in the morning where one car came from the one way street without the front light on, without noticing the car was speeding and no breaks, it hits me within the moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coping with pains on my forehead, left hand and knee, my left hand bone cracked and now feeling pain :( pain all over :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there goes my weekend sitting at home coping with pains :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-665329871053344751?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/665329871053344751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=665329871053344751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/665329871053344751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/665329871053344751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2007/07/accident.html' title='Accident'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-820079612348124045</id><published>2007-07-15T19:28:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T19:28:30.864+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss you</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/CoV6FlBQjY/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/CoV6FlBQjY/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday and every night, this feeling I’d fight &lt;br /&gt;Try as I might but I won’t win, I surrender, I’d die &lt;br /&gt;You are winning here alright &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning when the sun would shine on me &lt;br /&gt;I’d flash a smile but deep inside &lt;br /&gt;I feel so sad and lonely &lt;br /&gt;I need you here and now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you &lt;br /&gt;It’s crazy to pretend that I don’t think of you &lt;br /&gt;The more this feeling just seems to grow and grow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you &lt;br /&gt;Oh how much longer can I hold on to &lt;br /&gt;Maybe you can come and tell me that you miss me too &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want is for this love to last forever &lt;br /&gt;You walked away, never came back, oh I tried to recover &lt;br /&gt;I can’t bear it boy alright &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I hear a song that we had used to share &lt;br /&gt;I’ll try as I might to hide the tears, and when the pain is over &lt;br /&gt;I’ll wish that you are near &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you &lt;br /&gt;It’s crazy to pretend that I don’t think of you &lt;br /&gt;The more this feeling just seems to grow and grow &lt;br /&gt;I miss you &lt;br /&gt;Oh how much longer can I hold on to &lt;br /&gt;Maybe you can come and tell me that you miss me too &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-820079612348124045?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/820079612348124045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=820079612348124045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/820079612348124045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/820079612348124045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2007/07/miss-you.html' title='Miss you'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-7468325999870322987</id><published>2007-07-15T19:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T19:25:36.726+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Love moves in mysterious ways</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/AlvoHI0KZM/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/AlvoHI0KZM/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who’d have thought this is how the pieces fit&lt;br /&gt;You and I shouldn’t even try making sense of it&lt;br /&gt;I forgot how we ever came this far&lt;br /&gt;I believe we had reasons but I don’t know what they are&lt;br /&gt;So blame it on my heart’ oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love moves in mysterious ways&lt;br /&gt;It’s always so surprising&lt;br /&gt;When love appears over the horizon&lt;br /&gt;I’ll love you for the rest of my days&lt;br /&gt;But still it’s a mystery&lt;br /&gt;How you ever came to me&lt;br /&gt;Which only proves&lt;br /&gt;Love moves in mysterious ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows love is just a chance we take&lt;br /&gt;We make plans but then love demands a leap of faith&lt;br /&gt;So hold me close and never ever let me go&lt;br /&gt;’Coz even though we think we know which way the river flows&lt;br /&gt;That’s not the way love goes’ no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;’Repeat chorus’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the ticking of a clock two hearts beat as one&lt;br /&gt;But I’ll never understand the way it’s done’ oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;’Repeat chorus’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love moves... in mysterious ways....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-7468325999870322987?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/7468325999870322987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=7468325999870322987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/7468325999870322987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/7468325999870322987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2007/07/love-moves-in-mysterious-ways.html' title='Love moves in mysterious ways'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-2839741274672585860</id><published>2007-07-15T19:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T19:17:08.645+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Especially for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/-EOgy5pz-E/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/-EOgy5pz-E/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially for you &lt;br /&gt;I wanna let you know what I was &lt;br /&gt;Going through &lt;br /&gt;All the time we were apart I thought &lt;br /&gt;Of you &lt;br /&gt;You were in my heart &lt;br /&gt;My love never changed &lt;br /&gt;I still feel the same &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially for you &lt;br /&gt;I wanna tell you I was feeling that &lt;br /&gt;Way too &lt;br /&gt;And if dreams were wings, you &lt;br /&gt;Know &lt;br /&gt;I would have flown to you &lt;br /&gt;To be where you are &lt;br /&gt;No matter how far &lt;br /&gt;And now that I’m next to you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more dreaming about &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;Forget the loneliness and the sorrow &lt;br /&gt;I’ve got to say &lt;br /&gt;It’s all because of you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now were back together, &lt;br /&gt;Together &lt;br /&gt;I wanna show you my heart is oh so true &lt;br /&gt;And all the love I have is &lt;br /&gt;Especially for you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially for you &lt;br /&gt;I wanna tell you, you mean all the world to me &lt;br /&gt;How I’m certain that our love was &lt;br /&gt;Meant to be &lt;br /&gt;You changed my life &lt;br /&gt;You showed me the way &lt;br /&gt;And now I’m next to you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve waited long enough to find you &lt;br /&gt;I wanna put all the hurt behind you &lt;br /&gt;And I wanna bring out all the love &lt;br /&gt;Inside you, oh and &lt;br /&gt;Now were back together, together &lt;br /&gt;I wanna show you my heart is oh so true &lt;br /&gt;And all the love I have is &lt;br /&gt;Especially for you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were in my heart &lt;br /&gt;My love never changed &lt;br /&gt;And now that I’m next to you &lt;br /&gt;No more dreaming about &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;Forget the loneliness and the &lt;br /&gt;Sorrow &lt;br /&gt;I’ve got to say &lt;br /&gt;It’s all because of you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Now were back together, together &lt;br /&gt;I wanna show you my heart is oh so true &lt;br /&gt;And all the love I have is &lt;br /&gt;Especially for you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together, together &lt;br /&gt;I wanna show you my heart is oh so true &lt;br /&gt;And all the love I have is &lt;br /&gt;Especially for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-2839741274672585860?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/2839741274672585860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=2839741274672585860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/2839741274672585860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/2839741274672585860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2007/07/especially-for-you.html' title='Especially for you'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-846904432754379728</id><published>2007-07-15T19:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:55:25.613+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cold Cold me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g-aYW78m7pQ/RpnkcosArpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WAc4zNHABeY/s1600-h/DSC00757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g-aYW78m7pQ/RpnkcosArpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WAc4zNHABeY/s320/DSC00757.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087348434701168274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cold cold weather the cold cold me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting all alone looking at the shadows on the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for your love to color my world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you meant it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for my heart my mind my soul my all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing you badly....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-846904432754379728?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-8888144796102445080</id><published>2007-06-28T23:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T23:50:48.216+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Music of my heart</title><content type='html'>You'll never know &lt;br /&gt;What you've done for me &lt;br /&gt;What your faith in me &lt;br /&gt;Has done for my soul (echo) &lt;br /&gt;And you'll never know the gift you've given me &lt;br /&gt;I'll carry it with me &lt;br /&gt;yeah ee yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the days ahead I'll think of days before (mm hmm) &lt;br /&gt;You made me hope for something better (yes you did) &lt;br /&gt;And made me reach for something more &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 1 &lt;br /&gt;You taught me to run &lt;br /&gt;You taught me to fly &lt;br /&gt;Helped me to free the me inside &lt;br /&gt;Helped me hear the music of my heart &lt;br /&gt;Helped me hear the music of my heart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 2 &lt;br /&gt;You opened my eyes &lt;br /&gt;You opened the door &lt;br /&gt;To something I'd never known before &lt;br /&gt;And your love (love) &lt;br /&gt;Is the music of my heart (music of my heart) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were the one &lt;br /&gt;Always on my side (always on my side) &lt;br /&gt;Always standing by (always standing by) &lt;br /&gt;Seeing me through &lt;br /&gt;You were the song that always made me sing &lt;br /&gt;I'm singing this for you (singing this for you baby) &lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I go I'll think of where I've been (think of where I've been) &lt;br /&gt;And you're the one who knew me better than anyone ever will again (?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 1 &lt;br /&gt;You taught me to run &lt;br /&gt;You taught me to fly &lt;br /&gt;Helped me to free the me inside (siiidee) &lt;br /&gt;Helped me hear the music of my heart &lt;br /&gt;Helped me hear the music of my heart (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 2 &lt;br /&gt;You opened my eyes &lt;br /&gt;You opened the door (you opened the door) &lt;br /&gt;To something I'd never known before (ohh ohhhhh) &lt;br /&gt;And your love (your love) &lt;br /&gt;Is the music of my heart (music of my heart) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you taught me &lt;br /&gt;Only your love could ever teach me &lt;br /&gt;You got through when no one else could reach me (baby ohhh ohhh ohhh) &lt;br /&gt;'Cuz you always saw in me &lt;br /&gt;All the best that I could be &lt;br /&gt;It was you who set me free &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 1 &lt;br /&gt;You taught me to run &lt;br /&gt;You taught me to fly &lt;br /&gt;Helped me to free the me inside (me inside) &lt;br /&gt;Helped me hear the music of my heart &lt;br /&gt;Helped me hear the music of my heart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 1 &lt;br /&gt;You taught me to run &lt;br /&gt;You taught me to fly &lt;br /&gt;Helped me to free the me inside (me inside) &lt;br /&gt;Helped me hear the music of my heart (music of my heart) &lt;br /&gt;Helped me hear the music of my heart (yeah ah yeah) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 2 &lt;br /&gt;You opened my eyes &lt;br /&gt;You opened the door (opened the door) &lt;br /&gt;To something I'd never known before (never, never, never felt before) &lt;br /&gt;And your love &lt;br /&gt;Is the music of my heart &lt;br /&gt;The music of my heart &lt;br /&gt;Music of my heart &lt;br /&gt;Is the music of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: music seems to be my life, it was you ever make the music of my heart, it's your love where created the music of my heart, please take good care of yourself, I love u and missing you lots..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-8888144796102445080?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/8888144796102445080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='html'>Teringat masa kecilku&lt;br /&gt;Kau peluk dan kau manja&lt;br /&gt;Indahnya saat itu&lt;br /&gt;Buatku melambung&lt;br /&gt;Disisimu terngiang&lt;br /&gt;Hangat nafas segar harum tubuhmu&lt;br /&gt;Kau tuturkan segala mimpi-mimpi&lt;br /&gt;Serta harapanmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau ingin ku menjadi&lt;br /&gt;Yang terbaik bagimu&lt;br /&gt;Patuhi perintahmu&lt;br /&gt;Jauhkan godaan&lt;br /&gt;Yang mungkin kulakukan&lt;br /&gt;Dalam waktuku beranjak dewasa&lt;br /&gt;Jangan sampai membuatku&lt;br /&gt;Terbelenggu jatuh dan terinjak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reff :&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan tolonglah sampaikan&lt;br /&gt;Sejuta sayangku untuknya&lt;br /&gt;Ku terus berjanji&lt;br /&gt;Tak kan khianati pintanya &lt;br /&gt;Ayah dengarlah betapa sesungguhnya&lt;br /&gt;Ku mencintaimu&lt;br /&gt;Kan ku buktikan ku mampu penuhi maumu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andaikan detik itu&lt;br /&gt;Kan bergulir kembali&lt;br /&gt;Kurindukan suasana&lt;br /&gt;Basuh jiwaku&lt;br /&gt;Membahagiakan aku&lt;br /&gt;Yang haus akan kasih dan sayangmu&lt;br /&gt;Tuk wujudkan segala sesuatu&lt;br /&gt;Yang pernah terlewati &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: out of sudden this song appeared in my playlist, was relaxing myself while waiting the time to passed by, listened the lyrics carefully and finally decided to look for the lyrics online, found it, read it, and think of daddy... This song specially dedicated to him and I wish he would know how I feel deep down and he still loves us like he used to... I miss daddy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-1523429200894824280?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/1523429200894824280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=1523429200894824280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/1523429200894824280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/1523429200894824280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2007/06/yang-terbaik-bagimu.html' title='Yang terbaik bagimu'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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/&gt;Nobody thought we'd last forever&lt;br /&gt;I feel I'm hopin' and prayin'&lt;br /&gt;Things between us gon' get better&lt;br /&gt;Men steady comin' after you&lt;br /&gt;Women steady comin' after me&lt;br /&gt;Seem like everybody wanna go for self&lt;br /&gt;And don't wanna respect boundaries&lt;br /&gt;Tellin' you all those lies&lt;br /&gt;Just to get on your side&lt;br /&gt;But I must admit there was a couple secrets&lt;br /&gt;I held inside&lt;br /&gt;But just know that I tried&lt;br /&gt;To always apologize&lt;br /&gt;And I'ma have you first always in my heart&lt;br /&gt;To keep you satisfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;br /&gt;But it don't matter no&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got you babe&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;br /&gt;But it don't matter no&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got you babe&lt;br /&gt;Cause we gon' fight&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes we gon' fight(We gon' fight)&lt;br /&gt;Believe we gon' fight(We gon' fight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight for our right to love yeah&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;br /&gt;But it don't matter no&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got every right to wanna leave&lt;br /&gt;Got every right to wanna go&lt;br /&gt;Got every right to hit the road&lt;br /&gt;And never talk to me no more&lt;br /&gt;You don't even have to call&lt;br /&gt;Even check for me at all&lt;br /&gt;Because the way I been actin' lately&lt;br /&gt;Has been off the wall&lt;br /&gt;Especially towards you&lt;br /&gt;Puttin' girls before you&lt;br /&gt;And they watchin' everything I been doin'&lt;br /&gt;Just to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Most of it just ain't true(Ain't true)&lt;br /&gt;And they won't show you&lt;br /&gt;How much of a queen you are to me&lt;br /&gt;And why I love you baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;br /&gt;But it don't matter no&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got you babe&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;br /&gt;But it don't matter no&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got you babe&lt;br /&gt;Cause we gon' fight&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes we gon' fight(We gon' fight)&lt;br /&gt;Believe we gon' fight(We gon' fight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight for our right to love yeah&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;br /&gt;But it don't matter no&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got you&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got you babe&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;br /&gt;But it don't matter no&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got you babe&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;br /&gt;But it don't matter no&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got you babe&lt;br /&gt;Cause we gon' fight&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes we gon' fight(We gon' fight)&lt;br /&gt;Believe we gon' fight(We gon' fight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight for our right to love yeah&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;br /&gt;But it don't matter no&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got you&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;br /&gt;But it don't matter no&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got you babe&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;br /&gt;But it don't matter no&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got you babe&lt;br /&gt;Cause we gon' fight&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes we gon' fight(We gon' fight)&lt;br /&gt;Believe we gon' fight(We gon' fight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight for our right to love yeah&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;br /&gt;But it don't matter no&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got you babe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-6415364706533903142?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/6415364706533903142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=6415364706533903142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;I wouldn't leave you in times of trouble &lt;br /&gt;We never could have come this far &lt;br /&gt;I took the good times, I'll take the bad times &lt;br /&gt;I'll take you just the way you are &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go trying some new fashion &lt;br /&gt;Don't change the color of your hair &lt;br /&gt;You always have my unspoken passion &lt;br /&gt;Although I might not seem to care &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want clever conversation &lt;br /&gt;I never want to work that hard &lt;br /&gt;I just want someone that I can talk to &lt;br /&gt;I want you just the way you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to know that you will always be &lt;br /&gt;The same old someone that I knew &lt;br /&gt;What will it take till you believe in me &lt;br /&gt;The way that I believe in you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I love you and that's forever &lt;br /&gt;And this I promise from the heart &lt;br /&gt;I could not love you any better &lt;br /&gt;I love you just the way you are.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I love you just the way you, we will both stay the same till the end...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-4895867810376210051?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/4895867810376210051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=4895867810376210051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/4895867810376210051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/4895867810376210051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-way-you-are.html' title='Just the way you are'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-5286192771924355932</id><published>2007-06-10T02:57:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T02:57:48.940+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna love somebody like you</title><content type='html'>There's a new wind blowing like I've never known&lt;br /&gt;I'm breathing deeper than I've ever done&lt;br /&gt;And it sure feels good to finally feel the way I do&lt;br /&gt;I wanna love somebody, love somebody like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm letting go of all my lonely yesterdays&lt;br /&gt;I've forgiven myself for the mistakes I've made&lt;br /&gt;Now theres just one thing, the only thing I wanna do &lt;br /&gt;I wanna love somebody, love somebody like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I wanna feel the sunshine shining down on me and you&lt;br /&gt;When you put your arms around me &lt;br /&gt;You let me know theres nothing in this world I can't do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to run in circles going no where fast&lt;br /&gt;I'd take one step forward end up two steps back&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't walk a straight line even if I wanted to&lt;br /&gt;I wanna love somebody, love somebody like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa here we go now&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Hey i wanna love you baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I wanna feel the sunshine shining down on me and you&lt;br /&gt;When you put your arms around me &lt;br /&gt;Well baby there ain't nothing in this world I can't do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's hard for me to understand&lt;br /&gt;But you're teaching me to be a better GIRL&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to take this life for granted like I used to do&lt;br /&gt;I wanna love somebody, love somebody like you&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to love somebody, love somebody like you&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna love somebody, love somebody like you (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey I wanna love you baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: yes, it's only somebody like you no one else... I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-5286192771924355932?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/5286192771924355932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=5286192771924355932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/5286192771924355932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/5286192771924355932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-wanna-love-somebody-like-you.html' title='I wanna love somebody like you'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-4381947625349077605</id><published>2007-06-10T02:55:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T02:56:35.232+10:00</updated><title type='text'>It's your love</title><content type='html'>Ooh....Ummm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing in the dark, middle of the night,&lt;br /&gt;Taking your heart and holding it tight&lt;br /&gt;Emotional touch, touching my skin&lt;br /&gt;And asking you to do,&lt;br /&gt;What you've been doing all over again&lt;br /&gt;Oh its a beautiful thing,&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I can keep it all in&lt;br /&gt;I just gotta let you know &lt;br /&gt;What it is that won't let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its your love, it just does something to me&lt;br /&gt;It sends a shock right through me&lt;br /&gt;I can't get enough, and if you wonder&lt;br /&gt;About the spell I'm under&lt;br /&gt;Ooh...It's your love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better than I was, more than I am&lt;br /&gt;And all of this happened, by taking your hand&lt;br /&gt;And who I am now, is who I wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;And now that were together &lt;br /&gt;I'm stronger than ever, I'm happy and free&lt;br /&gt;Ooh... Its a beautiful thing&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I can keep it all in&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, but if you ask me why I've changed&lt;br /&gt;All I gotta do is say your sweet name &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its your love, it just does something to me&lt;br /&gt;It sends a shock right through me&lt;br /&gt;I can't get enough, and if you wonder&lt;br /&gt;About the spell I'm under&lt;br /&gt;Ooh...It's your love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey Tan: Ooh....Baby....Ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a beautiful thing&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I can keep it all in&lt;br /&gt;I just gotta let you know what it is that won't let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its your love, it just does something to me&lt;br /&gt;It sends a shock right through me, I can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;And if you wonder about the spell I'm under&lt;br /&gt;Ooh.. It's your love &lt;br /&gt;Its your love&lt;br /&gt;Its your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: It's all about your love, the spell of your love says it all, am missing you lots...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-4381947625349077605?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/4381947625349077605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=4381947625349077605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/4381947625349077605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/4381947625349077605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-your-love.html' title='It&apos;s your love'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-3363865676530000728</id><published>2007-06-09T18:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T18:51:22.095+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations dear!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/6605/congratulations0pi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/6605/congratulations0pi2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations! Way to go dear! Will never stop supporting you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-3363865676530000728?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/3363865676530000728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=3363865676530000728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/3363865676530000728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/3363865676530000728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2007/06/congratulations-dear.html' title='Congratulations dear!'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-2815440482023279546</id><published>2007-06-09T04:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T04:58:26.435+10:00</updated><title type='text'>You gave me wings</title><content type='html'>Wohooo, I am proud of his achievement! I am really! Thank god for hearing my wishes and prayers for him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is really doing well, I am really happy for him... He did really well... I can't imagine how much fun and excitement I've got deep down my heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am sure that he knew and he felt that too kekeke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to bed soon but trying so much to express the happiness as well as the excitement deep down here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing him lots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You give me wings when I'm falling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lift me up when I'm down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking me high, touching the sky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you make me flyyyyy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby.. come fly away with me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give me wings when I'm falling...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-2815440482023279546?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/2815440482023279546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=2815440482023279546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/2815440482023279546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/2815440482023279546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-gave-me-wings.html' title='You gave me wings'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-7878085610969467129</id><published>2007-05-27T12:12:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T12:13:11.917+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sagittarius Girl</title><content type='html'>A tall slim and graceful woman who walked proudly like she is walking in a beauty pageant competition. If she slips or nearly falls, she will nicely covered it up and continue with her graceful and impressive walking step. She knows how to use make up to enhance her beauty. She looks at the world positively, so her face always seem so happy. She will not get up set easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self confident woman who belief in her own style. She will not follow fashion, but standing in between simplicity and too modern. She is a very open person, sometimes can be too blunt. She is an honest person and never try to cause troubles for any one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She likes to say something that you do not want to hear and yet she can say something so pleasing at the same time. Example she may say “I wish you could make more money, so you could afford better cloth, but anyway it is better this way. If you make more money you could be thinking of money too much and become greedy”. She can say such thing and make you wonder if you should get up set or love her more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is also a free spirit and does not like to stay home. She likes to be protected, but not to give her orders. She has no respect to a weak man. If she try to over powered you, then you have to calm her down and try to control her to be in a limit by doing the same thing too. She will listen if she respect you. She likes to be herself and like her guy to be himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a no nonsense woman, so you will not hear she says ” Guess what I will do next”, or “Guess what I am thinking” because she always say what she is thinking out loud like a guy. If you do not understand her in this matter, you could easily break up with her. She sees problems in her love life as another funny story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is clumsy and it is in her nature. You may think it is cute, but for some neat guys this could be so unbearable. She is very friendly, so she can easily turn her enemy to be her friends. She has good taste in fine cloths, good food, first class and first services. Even a poor woman in this Zodiac will struggle to afford such good taste. She could spent lots of money as if she can not understand how difficult it is to make money. If you think of let her borrow money, think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a paranoid. If she thinks you like her, she may already think about getting marry and lost her freedom and so on and on. A jolly woman who loves sports. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is an ordinary woman who could dress like a tomboy. She has more guy friends and sometimes could act like one of a guy. She does not care about rumors, so she can get home very late and couldn’t careless what her neighbor will gossip about her. She thinks either good or bad, you will know it yourself , so you should not bother what people think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her wit and innocent look are her charms. She is often hurts from love, but never afraid to look for a new one as if she is singing “Do that to me one more time”. She likes going straight and being straight forward. She will not go around to get what she wants, or beat around the bush just to say something. If you meet her and tell her straight what you think, she will admire you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I actually found this from one of my friend's blog and again there is actually something that is quite true and there are not too... but no matter how true is it I will leave it to u guys to judge what kind of person I am :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-7878085610969467129?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/7878085610969467129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=7878085610969467129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/7878085610969467129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/7878085610969467129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2007/05/sagittarius-girl.html' title='Sagittarius Girl'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-8405189132725721434</id><published>2007-05-27T11:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T11:56:05.090+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss everyone of u...</title><content type='html'>Due to some personal feelings, I was pretty moody last night… then this morning woke up pretty early sitting in front of computer start doing some work as well as surf through my own friend ster. Realized that my inbox had some messages that I’ve been left out for quite sometimes, one thing I really want to stress in here is I never ever forget anyone of you in my life, no matter what we had gone through before I will always remember you guys and most of all is the memories that left behind will always being dig out and remember…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how busy we are, how far we are apart, please take good care my friends and be good…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-8405189132725721434?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/8405189132725721434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=8405189132725721434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/8405189132725721434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/8405189132725721434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-miss-everyone-of-u.html' title='I miss everyone of u...'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-1033994071544996916</id><published>2007-05-04T20:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T00:38:11.433+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone's watching over me</title><content type='html'>Found myself today&lt;br /&gt;Oh I found myself and ran away&lt;br /&gt;Something pulled me back&lt;br /&gt;The voice of reason I forgot I had&lt;br /&gt;All I know is you're not here to say&lt;br /&gt;What you always used to say&lt;br /&gt;But it's written in the sky tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I won't give up&lt;br /&gt;No I won't break down&lt;br /&gt;Sooner than it seems life turns around&lt;br /&gt;And I will be strong&lt;br /&gt;Even if it all goes wrong&lt;br /&gt;When I'm standing in the dark I'll still believe&lt;br /&gt;Someone's watching over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen that ray of light&lt;br /&gt;And it's shining on my destiny&lt;br /&gt;Shining all the time&lt;br /&gt;And I wont be afraid&lt;br /&gt;To follow everywhere it's taking me&lt;br /&gt;All I know is yesterday is gone&lt;br /&gt;And right now I belong&lt;br /&gt;To this moment to my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I won't give up&lt;br /&gt;No I won't break down&lt;br /&gt;Sooner than it seems life turns around&lt;br /&gt;And I will be strong&lt;br /&gt;Even if it all goes wrong&lt;br /&gt;When I'm standing in the dark I'll still believe&lt;br /&gt;Someone's watching over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter what people say&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't matter how long it takes&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself and you'll fly high&lt;br /&gt;And it only matters how true you are&lt;br /&gt;Be true to yourself and follow your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I won't give up&lt;br /&gt;No I won't break down&lt;br /&gt;Sooner than it seems life turns around&lt;br /&gt;And I will be strong&lt;br /&gt;Even if it all goes wrong&lt;br /&gt;When I'm standing in the dark I'll still believe&lt;br /&gt;That I won't give up&lt;br /&gt;No I won't break down&lt;br /&gt;Sooner than it seems life turns around&lt;br /&gt;And I will be strong&lt;br /&gt;Even when it all goes wrong&lt;br /&gt;When I'm standing in the dark I'll still believe&lt;br /&gt;That someone's watching over&lt;br /&gt;Someone's watching over&lt;br /&gt;Someone's watching over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone's watching over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: specially for you... My one and only lovely Dboy in my life... thank you for entering my life... thank you for loving me, thank you for being there for me all the time, there are endless appreciation for you to hold me going through this life... even "through the fire" :P... dear, without you I might be the grumpy, nasty, annoying and wandering around without direction... Having you in my life it's like an angel send by god to me... and that is you... dear, I love you so much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-1033994071544996916?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/1033994071544996916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=1033994071544996916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/1033994071544996916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/1033994071544996916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2007/05/someones-watching-over-me.html' title='Someone&apos;s watching over me'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-6773335249694029768</id><published>2007-05-04T20:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T20:39:31.949+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Specially for mummy</title><content type='html'>Sometimes human will only appreciate things that come to the end… is that the nature of human? Or it’s just written in the god’s order… maybe it’s a little bit late to meet each other here… or maybe it’s just an endless time…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would want to hold the time forever, just to do whatever I can… just to tell you how much I care… please forgive me for the clumsiness in handling your heart… I miss you mum... I wish you have a happy mother's day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-6773335249694029768?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/6773335249694029768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=6773335249694029768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/6773335249694029768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/6773335249694029768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2007/05/specially-for-mummy.html' title='Specially for mummy'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-3994977039686750660</id><published>2007-04-30T00:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T00:12:39.258+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I am unhappy</title><content type='html'>I am feeling down at the moment and sometimes I just can't really think of the best way to handles things.  another few hours will be seeing my colleague to work for her last day. I am feeling really unhappy because when she is leaving my happiness will gone in the same time too. I love working with her and I felt really bad that I can’t do anything to make her stay anymore…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened two weeks where there is one function that had been ordered and mentioned no nuts in the food. So I was the one who organized staffs fro that particular function. I put her name to in charge or food preparations. But in the function day itself she wasn’t doing the food. And there are nuts in some food. Someone got allergic and admitted to hospital. Client wasn’t happy for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my boss was handling this issue with the client I wasn’t around and then they settled in between them. Boss taken the paperwork and he insists she was the one who did the food preparations and he issues letter and sack her in Thursday. When I was back from the meeting outside I tried to explained to my boss but it seems that decisions has been made and there is no turning back. He said to me she was in the age or retiring anyway. Because she is 67 years old. For me this is not the right way at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t happy and I really unhappy for this. I love working with her. I learned lots of things from her. Extra knowledge that I won’t get from my normal work and most of all she is being accused and I just can’t get the right to get things right at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today she rang me in the morning and thought to ask me to go over her place to hang out a bit. She picked me up in 12.30pm and so we went to her place to hang out with her kids and grand children. We had some fun time together and I felt sad deep down because I won’t know when I will have a chance to do that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she took me to crown and had dinner together. She has the Portuguese style roast chicken and then I had steak. As for dessert she has black forest cake and I had strawberry and vanilla cake. It wasn’t a pleasant dinner for me at all because it wasn’t only expensive but it taste horrible. There’s a little time I’ve spend with her today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down my heart now feeling the sadness that I can’t explain… I feel like crying but I can’t cry. I am worry that I will cry out in Monday. Then again I am now managing an online streaming radio at the moment. I had a meeting in Saturday but some of them wasn’t there fro meeting. I am really disappointed as I mean I know this is all volunteer thingy. But isn’t it suppose to be more responsible in things we are doing? Or I am just asking too much? So yesterday I was really pissed off with some of them that showing they don’t really care. But someone trying to comfort me and he said I had to be softer to them. I remember that and I tried to do that today. But this person actually came in and keep typing without really reading what I really want to express. I felt really frustrated. I mean why there is such people in the world?! Argh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder am I being to strict or am I asking too much. Or this is just the stupid world I have to face…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-3994977039686750660?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/3994977039686750660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=3994977039686750660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/3994977039686750660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/3994977039686750660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-am-unhappy.html' title='I am unhappy'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-117049264250922453</id><published>2007-02-03T19:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T19:50:42.616+11:00</updated><title type='text'>No idea</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody, it’s been really long time, I mean really long time that I don’t update my blog eh? Hehehe… I am not mia but I used to love my blog so much I used to love expressing myself so much, but days after day I am not longer like last time, let’s see excuses that I am going to give yeah heheh…:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I am not comfortable of people coming to read and then making fun of what they have read here…&lt;br /&gt;- I am busy with works where working hours not stable besides I think I devoted my time to work a lot&lt;br /&gt;- I am trying to keep things that I can’t share openly with anyone like last time and I think this is not longer a personal blog like last time but a very common one where everyone can come in to read and visit…&lt;br /&gt;- I did have another personal one to keep things but I guess I am not good in expressing it in blog? Or maybe there is someone that is actually my ‘blog’? LOL…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I did miss all the time I had with part of you guys who dropped by my blog… time flies yet, things keep changing nothing remain the same… everyone of us having own things in life, having own spaces, having own problems, I hope all the time and fun we had last time will remain as sweet memory for me and I hope it will happen again maybe one day some day soon…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole year last year seems to be like so dull until somewhere in September… things started to make a big change in September and my whole entire life seems to change like just a blink… had have a great birthday a special one, yet I did miss the one I had with all my friends like last time year 2004... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm… sometimes I thought I will read back whatever I have blogged in here… but the passion of treating things, the passion towards lots of things in life has gone… no reasons no excuses, maybe it’s just a process in life, which is growing up in another stage? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. Not really going to keep typing because I know I wanted so much to express more but I can’t hehe… thanks for dropping by my blog again and I will try to update again if I got the mood or chance la…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care and I miss my friends (gor, jie, lp, derr, sj, nic, teng, ck, kate, ken ken, blue, chian chian, lynn) please look after yourself and be good people…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-117049264250922453?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/117049264250922453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=117049264250922453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/117049264250922453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/117049264250922453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2007/02/no-idea.html' title='No idea'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-116731916675617341</id><published>2006-12-29T02:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T02:19:26.863+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey People!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone! Thanks for visiting my blog, unfortunately there are lots of stuffs happening and coming up in my life, so I might take some times to update my blog… anyway this will be a common one while the intimate feelings stuffs will not be publish in here anymore due to some unhappy thingy happened :D…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah once again I would like to wish everyone have a happy new year in advanced. Besides that I actually got a thank you note for my birthday but it might take me some times to type it out though… so let it be for now eh? Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been really keeping myself away from chatting nowadays so if you see me in IRC or YM or MSN it’s just out of blue moon or it’s just login on by request hehe… pardon me hor… anyway thanks for the concern that you guys gave me… I really appreciate it…  anyway updates will be up soon…. Take care everyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-116731916675617341?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/116731916675617341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=116731916675617341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/116731916675617341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/116731916675617341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2006/12/hey-people.html' title='Hey People!'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-116573592398859623</id><published>2006-12-10T18:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T18:32:04.143+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/cake.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/400/cake.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;berry chessecake&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-116573592398859623?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/116573592398859623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=116573592398859623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/116573592398859623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/116573592398859623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2006/12/berry-chessecake.html' title=''/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-116100602985603341</id><published>2006-10-16T23:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T23:40:29.856+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank god I've got him</title><content type='html'>I was surprised that he told me he peeps through my blog.. erm, yeah I didn’t expected him to peep in here though hehe… yeah, I’m glad that he did… hehe thanks my love if you are reading this someday :D…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m having a break now 4 days break from work… today is my second day of my break.. am feeling tired because I’ve been working too hard for the passed few months… taking too much from work isn’t a good point for my life but still to learn more I’ve to be staunch…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a wonderful day for me where it was the first day of my break… I’ve got myself rested and waited him home… it’s so nice that I can welcome him home and spend time with him after that… I wish I could have this for the rest of my life… having a husband tired of work… then when he’s home I’ve reach him and kiss on his lips… auwww… it’s just so sweet :D…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got him in the morning and spend a little time with him… it’s juts like we have some times in the morning talking some sweet words on how much we miss each other, and spend some times for breakfast… spend time listening to some songs we want to dedicate to each other… so yeah this is a really sweet morning for me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow feel that we’ve been moving forward in this relationship… not only loving each other but compromising and accommodating each other… oh well… am having bad headache now and I guess is time to rest myself now…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-116100602985603341?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/116100602985603341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=116100602985603341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/116100602985603341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/116100602985603341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2006/10/thank-god-ive-got-him_16.html' title='Thank god I&apos;ve got him'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-116030322457179352</id><published>2006-10-08T20:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T20:27:04.603+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning Process</title><content type='html'>Alrityyy… time to update hey? Oh well… been really busy this few days… was busy helping people in one of the server I am joining for their classes… was having some hectic hours to control the discipline we had in the room… it was divided base on the languages… so I was in the Malaysian one… was pretty sad to say they behave like those uneducated people in the chatroom…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah… after spending some hours finishing some work for them now going to collect all the logs to post up in the selected forum… erm, might be a bit busy to do that as I am relaxing and slacking myself at the moment before I get to do something else…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to my idol singing desperado… nice song… it’s so relaxing… the whole mind thinking of him… yes someone that is important in my life… sometimes I do feel breathless of the love he gave to me… sometimes I just feel lost in the love I’ve got from him… yes he is a sensible person, caring, details, dearly, and most of all… he is just irresistible in my life… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being with him I see all the bad side of mine… not being caring enough, not organized enough and been hurting him a lot… the guilty is guiding me to no where yet all I can do is learn more, be more patient, I know there are lots of things that I need to rectify in order to make things easy and better…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errr, alrite they are things I wish to express deep down my heart… and I wish I could do better… about work, hmmm.. nothing much besides getting another promotion to be one of the site manager soon… still, there are so many things to be learned before I move on… I wanted so much to move on but for me it’s only 1 year plus working in the company there is no rush to get anything yet… wanted so much to leave but I do appreciate what this company have trained me up to… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm… not really feeling really well now as I am lack of rest… might catch some sleep now… will be back when I feel like blogging again… gone for now…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-116030322457179352?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/116030322457179352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=116030322457179352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/116030322457179352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/116030322457179352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2006/10/learning-process.html' title='Learning Process'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-115962479991121043</id><published>2006-09-30T23:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T23:59:59.973+10:00</updated><title type='text'>dull update</title><content type='html'>Life getting busier as I’ve got so many things come up in my life lately… loving him is getting sweeter lately… so yeah there are so many things to be learned and know before I can really move on further…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah workload getting heavier and now they are offering me manager position so I won’t leave the company, but the fact is I am not leaving because of the promotion or stuffs… they offered me a site where my friend is managing… I get a bit upset because if I choose to take over the site it might seems that I am betraying my friend… so I felt my boss seems to be so selfish… no doubt maybe in his eyes he can only see the better money or so…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh… working life… never ends… there are so many things to be learned or to be said if is comes to work… but I think I might choose to abandoned it because no matter what my life have to go on without work though… so not going to talk about it anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really having much time to chat nowadays… tried my best to update some of my news to some of u, but still not really having enough time to do so… sorry about that… I’m really appreciate all the friendship I’ve got in my life… thank god for sending me so many great people in my life.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. because it’s getting late and tired I think I better stop soon may you guys have a nice weekend…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-115962479991121043?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/115962479991121043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=115962479991121043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115962479991121043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115962479991121043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2006/09/dull-update.html' title='dull update'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-115857382007840400</id><published>2006-09-18T20:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T20:03:40.140+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Before and After</title><content type='html'>Phew~ finally I’m home! Today is the first day I’ve being the trainee manager… let me tell u guys about the before and after LOL…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before:&lt;br /&gt;Boss: she will be fine&lt;br /&gt;Boss’s son: yes she will be fine too&lt;br /&gt;Manager: hmm, she’s still a baby&lt;br /&gt;Old staffs: she needs to be trained more first, still a baby&lt;br /&gt;Some of the suppliers: she will be fine…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After:&lt;br /&gt;Boss: well done!&lt;br /&gt;Boss’s son: you’ve done a good job Joey!&lt;br /&gt;Manager: you’ve surprise me!&lt;br /&gt;Old staffs: good job Joey!&lt;br /&gt;Some of the suppliers: see I’ve told ya &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe… so there are some comments before and after for today’s work… I will try my best to keep the good work… but it was a bit hard for me because it’s so hard to get those who are older than me to work… I’m just too used to be asked to work instead of me order people -.-…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah a bit of move on in my career… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning was a bit insane because I can’t login the ym through my mobile :(… it was so horrible that I couldn’t wait to go home… and finally after rushing through, manage to come home and I knew there will be messages for me hehehe… so yeah read messages and burst into tears because I was so touch…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoken to Ibu and she cheer me up… phew… am feeling calm now while waiting hehe… alright there you go a bit of here and there to express…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-115857382007840400?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/115857382007840400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=115857382007840400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at us now&lt;br /&gt;Reaching back to yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Longing to know&lt;br /&gt;If they are the ones to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all I'm the one who said we're through&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't live without anymore&lt;br /&gt;Out there lost is the dream that can't come true&lt;br /&gt;Is it worth the reaching for&lt;br /&gt;Don't you want me anymore, darling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me till the morning comes&lt;br /&gt;Until I see your smile&lt;br /&gt;Take all the sadness from your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Hold me till the morning sun&lt;br /&gt;Let me stay we've just begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where shall we start&lt;br /&gt;Tender words that we can share&lt;br /&gt;Different believes&lt;br /&gt;In time we will get there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at us now&lt;br /&gt;Wanting more than words can say&lt;br /&gt;Both falling for love&lt;br /&gt;But distant all the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out there lost are the words I still love you&lt;br /&gt;But they worth the reaching for&lt;br /&gt;Do you love me anymore, darling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me till the morning comes&lt;br /&gt;Until I see your smile&lt;br /&gt;Take all the sadness from your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Hold me till the morning sun&lt;br /&gt;Let me stay we've just begun&lt;br /&gt;I wanna stay with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(instrumental)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you love me in the morning&lt;br /&gt;We used to be there in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Would you leave without a warning&lt;br /&gt;Say you love me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3 times fade out) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* am listening to this song now... it catches my attention in listening to this song... yet the tears flow down on my cheek without any reason... there are so many things playing in my mind... sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-115850734068835603?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/115850734068835603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=115850734068835603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115850734068835603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115850734068835603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2006/09/hold-me-till-morning-comes.html' title='Hold me till the morning comes'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-115850568400849709</id><published>2006-09-18T01:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T01:08:04.056+10:00</updated><title type='text'>confused</title><content type='html'>There are so many things playing on my mind now… why is this happened and why is that happened… yes it’s all about a person a mind and something that is so hard to be described… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life still going yet there are things making me confused… leading me to no where… hmmm… nobody knows I guess…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-115850568400849709?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/115850568400849709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=115850568400849709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115850568400849709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115850568400849709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2006/09/confused.html' title='confused'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-115845586836067117</id><published>2006-09-17T11:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T11:17:48.383+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I love him</title><content type='html'>He’s just right here but my mind and soul seems to fly to his place… missing him loads… anyway check out my friendster :P… loving it so much….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could tell me him how much I love him… and I wish he does feel the same…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-115845586836067117?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/115845586836067117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=115845586836067117' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115845586836067117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115845586836067117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-love-him.html' title='I love him'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-115840742717519506</id><published>2006-09-16T21:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T21:50:27.230+10:00</updated><title type='text'>16th september 2006</title><content type='html'>Hmmm… time to blog… it’s been sometimes I abandoned my blog… lots of activities and stuffs… so yeah I’m still alive being fine lately… it’s already 16 days after the spring starts… weather gone so crazy that it can be the lowest at 5 dgrees and highest went up to 20 degrees… luckily I got the most horrible sick before… so am getting alright lately hehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who knows Rentung in IRC, let’s pray for his mum which is in the ICU of hospital at the moment… was kinda sad when I got to know about that… so yeah hope she will recover soon…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for work… everything is getting better, and I am not having the priority of who I want to work with when my manager gone on leave… hehe… in next week onwards I will be a trainee manager which they will be training me in management stuffs and some paperwork… it might be tough for me but I believe I will get through this…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been so long I didn’t really chat though… most of the time being so tired of my Dj stuffs and my own work, doing some paperwork after hour so things will be more organize when I am at work…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There things that I wish to reveal here but I think it is so hard for me to reveal because it is too dangerous to be revealed -.- aaaa… no matter what… there’s my latest update again…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-115840742717519506?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/115840742717519506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=115840742717519506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115840742717519506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115840742717519506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2006/09/16th-september-2006.html' title='16th september 2006'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-115662022027897151</id><published>2006-08-27T05:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T05:23:40.350+10:00</updated><title type='text'>When I dream about you</title><content type='html'>There was a time in my life&lt;br /&gt;When I opened my eyes and there you were&lt;br /&gt;You were more than a dream&lt;br /&gt;I could reach out and touch you girl&lt;br /&gt;That was long ago&lt;br /&gt;There are some things that i guess I'll never know&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone you gotta learn to let them go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;When I dream about you&lt;br /&gt;That's when everything's alright&lt;br /&gt;You're in my arms here next to me forever&lt;br /&gt;When i dream about you&lt;br /&gt;Girl you never go away&lt;br /&gt;Just close my eyes, wait for my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Cause i still love loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can i get you to see&lt;br /&gt;That i'm falling apart since you've been gone&lt;br /&gt;I could never be sure I could ever let go&lt;br /&gt;your love is much too strong&lt;br /&gt;There are some things that I guess I'll never know&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone you gotta learn to let them go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-115662022027897151?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/115662022027897151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=115662022027897151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115662022027897151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115662022027897151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2006/08/when-i-dream-about-you.html' title='When I dream about you'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-115623285311503687</id><published>2006-08-22T17:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T17:47:33.140+10:00</updated><title type='text'>You mean everything to me</title><content type='html'>You are the answer to my lonely prayer&lt;br /&gt;You are an angel from above&lt;br /&gt;I was so lonely till you came to me&lt;br /&gt;With the wonder of your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I ever lived before&lt;br /&gt;You are my life, my destiny&lt;br /&gt;Oh my darling, I love you so&lt;br /&gt;You mean everything to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you should ever, ever go away&lt;br /&gt;There would be lonely tears to cry&lt;br /&gt;The sun above would be never shine again&lt;br /&gt;There would be teardrops in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hold me close and never let me go&lt;br /&gt;And say our love will always be&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my darling, I love you so&lt;br /&gt;You mean everything to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hold me close and never let me go&lt;br /&gt;And say our love will always be&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my darling, I love you so&lt;br /&gt;You mean everything to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-115623285311503687?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/115623285311503687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=115623285311503687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115623285311503687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115623285311503687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-mean-everything-to-me.html' title='You mean everything to me'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-115622924022940078</id><published>2006-08-22T16:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T16:47:20.256+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Health Link</title><content type='html'>hello hello... I actually got this habit in reading some health facts stuffs... unfortunately, never remember after reading it... so yeah wasted huh? anyway... I got this link to be shared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.kimo.com.tw/candy4433/ga.htm"&gt;http://home.kimo.com.tw/candy4433/ga.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm only for Chinese readers... enjoy reading :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-115622924022940078?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/115622924022940078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=115622924022940078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115622924022940078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115622924022940078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2006/08/health-link.html' title='Health Link'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-115557970758470690</id><published>2006-08-15T04:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T04:21:47.626+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad tactic</title><content type='html'>Father passing by his teenage daughter's bedroom was astonished to see the bed was nicely made and everything was neat and tidy. Then he saw an envelope propped up prominently on the centre of the pillow. It was addressed "Dad". With the worst premonition, he opened the envelope and read the letter with trembling hands:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dad,&lt;br /&gt;It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you, but I'm leaving home. I had to elope with my new boyfriend Randy because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mom and you. I've been finding real passion with Randy and he is so nice to me. I know when you meet him you'll like him too - even with all his piercing, tattoos, and motorcycle clothes. But it's not only the&lt;br /&gt;Passion Dad, I'm pregnant and Randy said that he wants me to have the kid and that we can be very happy together. Even though Randy is much older than me (anyway, 42 isn’t so old these days is it?), and has no money, really these things shouldn't stand in the way of our relationship, don’t you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy has a great CD collection; he already owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. It's true he has other girlfriends&lt;br /&gt;As well but I know he'll be faithful to me in his own way. He wants to have many more children with me and that's now one of my dreams too. Randy taught me that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone and he'll be growing it for us and we'll trade it with our friends for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want. In the meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Randy can get better; he sure deserves it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry Dad, I'm 15 years old now and I know how to take care of myself. Someday I'm sure we'll be back to visit so you can get to know your grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your loving daughter,&lt;br /&gt;Rosie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the bottom of the page were the letters "PTO".&lt;br /&gt;Hands still trembling, her father turned the sheet, and read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at the neighbor’s house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than my report card&lt;br /&gt;That’s in my desk centre drawer. Please sign it and call when it is safe for me to come home. I love you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-115557970758470690?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/115557970758470690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=115557970758470690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115557970758470690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115557970758470690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2006/08/bad-tactic.html' title='Bad tactic'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-115542575546836944</id><published>2006-08-13T09:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T09:35:55.496+10:00</updated><title type='text'>MARCOS HERNANDEZ- If you were mine</title><content type='html'>[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;If you were mine,&lt;br /&gt;I'd be your everything and you'd be the only thing that I would ever need&lt;br /&gt;If you were mine,&lt;br /&gt;I would tell everyone that you are the only one that I could ever want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh Yeaaa&lt;br /&gt;Everything I dreamed about&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I talked about&lt;br /&gt;One thing I can't live without&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get closer to you&lt;br /&gt;Can't stand being far away&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that you don't feel the same way&lt;br /&gt;Questioning bring tears to your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;If you were mine,&lt;br /&gt;I be your your everything and you be the only thing that I would ever need&lt;br /&gt;If you were mine,&lt;br /&gt;I would tell everyone that you are the only one that I could ever want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh Yeaaa&lt;br /&gt;All words I sing about&lt;br /&gt;All that is that I write about&lt;br /&gt;Only thing I wanna hear about&lt;br /&gt;So that I can get closer to you&lt;br /&gt;I know that there is someone else, but he's only thinking of himself&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't make any sense for you to be lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;If you were mine,&lt;br /&gt;I be your your everything and you be the only thing that I would ever need&lt;br /&gt;If you were mine,&lt;br /&gt;I would tell everyone that you are the only one that I could ever want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh Yeaaa&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one to share your hopes and dreams with&lt;br /&gt;You'll never be alone again, cuz' I will hold you endlessly&lt;br /&gt;Please don't be afraid to let your brokenheart guide you&lt;br /&gt;Into these open arms that long to surround you, baby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;If you were mine,&lt;br /&gt;I be your your everything and you be the only thing that I would ever need&lt;br /&gt;If you were mine,&lt;br /&gt;I would tell everyone that you are the only one that I could ever want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat Chorus:]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-115542575546836944?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/115542575546836944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=115542575546836944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115542575546836944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115542575546836944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2006/08/marcos-hernandez-if-you-were-mine.html' title='MARCOS HERNANDEZ- If you were mine'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-115535869893813860</id><published>2006-08-12T14:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T14:58:18.963+10:00</updated><title type='text'>sick alde</title><content type='html'>Am feeling very sick now :( worked too hard last night, had function from 12.30pm to 4.30 pm then from 4.30 to 8.30pm, and the last one was from 8.30 to 10.30pm…. once I finish I feel very bad and JK send me home straight away… didn’t manage to do the emcee yesterday because I can’t talk much with my very bad sore throat….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides sore throat I have fever and flu too… so is kind of killing me… can’t talk to anyone… especially when mum called I can’t talk besides holding the phone choking with my tears… feel sad because I felt mum’s tone turning down when she was so worried about me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had breakfast with Vio and Kev… so sad to see them behaving so strange to each other… sigh… I somehow feel deep in their heart they weren’t happy about that… sigh… but nothing much can be done anymore… hopefully there will be a brand new chance for them to start over again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway going out to grab some pineapple and stuffs… mummy told metohave some fruit and try to avoid not eating anything….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-115535869893813860?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/115535869893813860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=115535869893813860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115535869893813860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115535869893813860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2006/08/sick-alde.html' title='sick alde'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-115523201784890012</id><published>2006-08-11T03:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T03:46:57.873+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>I open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I try to see but I'm blinded by the white light&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember how&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember why&lt;br /&gt;I'm lying here tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't stand the pain&lt;br /&gt;And I can't make it go away&lt;br /&gt;No I can't stand the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;br /&gt;I made my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Got no where to run&lt;br /&gt;The night goes on&lt;br /&gt;As I'm fading away&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of this life&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's screaming&lt;br /&gt;I try to make a sound but no one hears me&lt;br /&gt;I'm slipping off the edge&lt;br /&gt;I'm hanging by a thread&lt;br /&gt;I wanna start this over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I try to hold onto a time when nothing mattered&lt;br /&gt;And I can't explain what happened&lt;br /&gt;And I can't erase the things that I've done&lt;br /&gt;No I can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;br /&gt;I made my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Got no where to run&lt;br /&gt;The night goes on&lt;br /&gt;As I'm fading away&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of this life&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Got no where to run&lt;br /&gt;The night goes on&lt;br /&gt;As I'm fading away&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of this life&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-115523201784890012?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/115523201784890012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=115523201784890012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115523201784890012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115523201784890012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2006/08/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-115478717982317496</id><published>2006-08-06T00:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T00:12:59.853+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Here to blog again</title><content type='html'>Wanted so much to type out my blog, but because of being busy of work and lack of sleep… so had been neglecting my blog for sometimes… I did tried to typed out but failed to post it out… so never try for second time again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been very busy at work.. I do online in IRC but most of the time is just parking instead of chatting there hehe… I found that I prefer to read and observe more than chatting nowadays hehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn’t happy in whole week because Tom and JK were arguing because of me… they are now competing among each other… but all I did is just avoid to be alone with anyone of them… yes both of them are good… but I devoted my time to work, I feel like working is more important now… I enjoyed working with them… but since they argued i don’t think I enjoy it anymore…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally kev and vio divorced… they asked me to join them for trip, but I rejected because I don’t know how am I still going out with them while seeing both of them are sad deep in their heart… sigh… I know they do love each other but no one willing to sacrifice what they are having now so they have to let go each other…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to know few good colleague during the week too… been working for like 61 hours in last week… it was really tiring but can’t say much because there are so many functions on… am lucky because I am able to take my Monday off… 2 more days to go… :P…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays my colleague call me princess at work… yes they do treat me like a princess at work… but I somehow feel that it is because of JK… I don’t think things will become like this without JK… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway… am still feeling sleepy now… gotta gone back to bed again… been sleeping the whole day today… happy for that :D….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-115478717982317496?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/115478717982317496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=115478717982317496' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115478717982317496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115478717982317496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2006/08/here-to-blog-again.html' title='Here to blog again'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-115382924802412743</id><published>2006-07-25T22:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T22:07:28.053+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday SJ</title><content type='html'>hey hey hey.... today is SJ's birthday and before it ends I still manage to wish her Happy Bday hehe... sorry about the late wishes because I have been really busy with stuffs in life... especially work... going to have early start tomorrow and going to work through this weekend too :(... so pretty tiring as well... they almost make me to work tonight till thursday night but i rejected because am not feeling well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, will take this chance to wish SJ have a great birthday and may your wishes and dreams come true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care k?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-115382924802412743?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/115382924802412743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=115382924802412743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115382924802412743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115382924802412743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-birthday-sj.html' title='Happy Birthday SJ'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-115365798735248366</id><published>2006-07-23T22:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T22:33:07.376+10:00</updated><title type='text'>used 3 days to type this out?</title><content type='html'>Alright… been busy sick and restless lately… had nightmares at night but didn’t manage to blog it out due to the restless situation that I’m facing lately… my work is getting busier and busier… more and more responsible goes on me… so I got to bear with it… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full of last minute functions in the whole week… go to work really hard to cope with it… gone really exhausted in Thursday because in Thursday itself I have 5 functions to handle but we haven’t got last minute extra staffs to come in… I got to make sure my manager has all the hot food, fruit platter ad cheese platter ready while I have to make sure my staffs got all the sandwiches, the food presentation were okay… and not forgetting to make sure there are staff to serve in the function and then to make sure I got the energy in doling the emcee… was really sick as well.. Voice gone so sexy LOL…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Friday was trying to help out in the café… but seems like things never goes well with me… tried to clean the coffee machine and cause the little explosion… luckily I am not injured… rang up the coffee machine company and get them in to do the service for us…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Saturday was a day where I wasted all my time doing all the useless things… got all my friends from 3 servers going everywhere in here and there…. There’s a guy who made me feel like loving him but since I found out he got a girlfriend I change my intention to be his friend… unfortunately things went wrong and he told me to accept his girlfriend to be with him =.= because of this my friends gang up and being lovey dovey in the channel to change the situation… I know it is stupid… but compare to be sitting there being worst I think is time to sort things out too…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not going to think about that… it’s only a temporaily feelings I guess… alrite.. I took 3 days to type this out… amazing huh? But just pretend to be happy and not letting ppl worry… oh well… times up… not going to type more as my mind gone a bit tired now….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-115365798735248366?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/115365798735248366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=115365798735248366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115365798735248366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115365798735248366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2006/07/used-3-days-to-type-this-out.html' title='used 3 days to type this out?'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-115360867541646536</id><published>2006-07-23T08:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T09:04:53.310+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday once more</title><content type='html'>When I was young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d listened to the radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waitin’ for my favorite songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting they played I’d sing along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were such happy times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not so long ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wondered where they’d gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they’re back again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like a long lost friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the songs I loved so well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*) every sha-la-la-la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every wo-wo-wo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still shines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every shing-a-ling-a-ling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That they’re starting to sing’s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they get to the part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where he’s breakin’ her heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can really make me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s yesterday once more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lookin’ back on how it was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In years gone by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the good times that I had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes today seem rather sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was songs of love that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would sing to then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’d memorize each word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those old melodies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still sound so good to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they melt the years away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat (*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my best memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back clearly to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some can even make me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s yesterday once more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-115360867541646536?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/115360867541646536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=115360867541646536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115360867541646536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115360867541646536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2006/07/yesterday-once-more.html' title='Yesterday once more'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-115303096130406594</id><published>2006-07-16T16:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T16:22:41.330+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The cuppycake song</title><content type='html'>You're my Honeybunch, Sugarplum&lt;br /&gt;Pumpy-umpy-umpkin, You're my Sweetie Pie&lt;br /&gt;You're my Cuppycake, Gumdrop&lt;br /&gt;Snoogums-Boogums, You're the Apple of my Eye&lt;br /&gt;And I love you so and I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;That I'll always be right here&lt;br /&gt;And I love to sing sweet songs to you&lt;br /&gt;Because you are so dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: this song remind of someone who used to play this song for me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-115303096130406594?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/115303096130406594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=115303096130406594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115303096130406594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Time to update my blog… this week is pretty easy week for me… had functions everyday but I don’t have to stress up because there are manager to help me through… got to work with a relief manager, hehe he is cute… and he manage to lighten my workload and stuffs… phew~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately everything will be back to normal on next week… had meeting today changing all the area managers and stuffs… nothing really bothers me, because I am trying my best to work with different people, dealing with the different stuffs at work as well… I would take it as a chance to learn more things though…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knew Tom from work and we had lunch together all week this week… he was funny and humorous when he start making all the monkey jokes LOL…he looks attractive as well where he is about 183cm tall… brown hair and grey eyes… looks good and smart… is easy to talk to, and easy to work with… looking forward to work with him again hehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might be going down to Sydney in coming August but depends if I got my leave approved or not… went through pretty hectic days and I need some break especially my buddies are coming over to see me… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come up with another nick at work where they are calling me Young Joey LOL… I’m the youngest at work and most of the time I have to be a bit bossy to them… things are getting slightly better because of JK’s help as well… learned lots of new things in this week… am appreciate because I’ve been given chance to do so… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm nothing much serious happen and nothing really interesting happened in this week… had 2 Charlie angels protecting me at work… so things should be fine though… alritty… I wish everyone has a good weekend….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-115287899848784726?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-115252570209872159</id><published>2006-07-10T20:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T20:01:42.143+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My  writing</title><content type='html'>女孩在三年前发现了自己有了病，也在同时她爱上了他。。。女孩一直都把真相给隐瞒着，深怕男孩知道后会离她而去。。。时间长了，他们的爱也跟着时间的流逝而成长了。。。在这三年内，女孩把自己的一切一点一点的告诉了男孩。。。因为心中的那份爱男孩也接受女孩的一切。。。自私的女孩也无法把完全的一切给说出。。。男孩有时还会难以适怀的发了发脾气。。。女孩一直都害怕她的最后一天会给男孩很大的悲伤。。。有一天，男孩终于在医师那知道了女孩病情的一切。。。他自我安慰，拼命的告诉自己不是那样的。。。女孩也在那天给男孩拨了电话，在电话那头的他很躁急，也很无奈，在他心里，他很想立刻出现在她面前二话不说的把她紧紧的抱住，心中也藏着一份遗憾，遗憾的是他从来没有了解女孩经历的痛。。。眼泪也忍不住的流下了。。。女孩也跟着哭了，因为她感受到他的一切，却又什么都做不了，在女孩的心里有份解脱，也感到她亏欠了他。。。一直隐瞒着是因为自己在承受病魔的折磨，不想让男孩担心。。。女孩也想把自己豁出去让男孩感受她的一切，但是心里还是不忍心的看到男孩再受伤害了。。。三年内，女孩知道她给男孩带来许多的疑问，许多的心灵折磨，但她也无能为力去做认何事情了。。。她尝试过要把他给忘了，要他也给她忘了，但是上天的安排，月老的决定，让男孩镇守着这份爱，明知道发出去的短讯会没回应，明知道发出去的电邮会没回覆，他还是风雨无阻的一封一封的给发了出去。。。盼望的只是女孩的一个回应。。。一通又一通没人接听的电话都没放弃，还是无时无刻的打给女孩。。。女孩不是麻木的，她是看到的。。。每一则短讯都让她哭了，每一封电邮都让她流泪了，就在自己最好状态中，她终是把握时间来拨电给他。。。日子是那么的难熬啊。。。心里的思念还折腾着她心里的最深处。。。现在的女孩不敢强求什么了，只要男孩好好的活着她也满足。。。。只能埋怨上天给的不够，不够时间来让他们相爱。。。女孩要我告诉男孩，她是真的很爱他。。。希望他们能有一段能补偿男孩流过的泪，男孩无时无刻的想念，静静的度过剩下的日子。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-115252570209872159?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/115252570209872159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=115252570209872159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115252570209872159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115252570209872159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-writing.html' title='My  writing'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-115234389055127695</id><published>2006-07-08T17:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T17:31:30.583+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Fell sick</title><content type='html'>So got my Friday mc and rested the whole day at home… doing nothing besides sleeping and wake up to check my stuffs, downloading songs and things… can’t get to eat anything well besides one mushroom omelet for whole day… JK came over with some bread for me… he watches me sleep and then he left…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is kind of like a daddy making his daughter fell asleep LOL.. he was telling me some stories and I fell asleep after that… I told him I can’t slept well… so he decided to make me fell asleep before he left… and he did it :)….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up this morning, and send him one sms, thanks him for doing that for me last night… he wanted to come over but he was busy at work today… he planned to come over at night later… but I said I might be sleeping so won’t get to see him today… he is a nice guy + nice boss heh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did nothing much today besides checking mails and finish up a bit of my paper work… going to rest myself well before I start working in Monday… so yeah nothing much for me to update… I did had lots of things to be update here, but am too lazy to type out again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my lovely lp, I hope u will be fine soon…. We are always be here for u… take care…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-115234389055127695?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/115234389055127695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=115234389055127695' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115234389055127695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115234389055127695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2006/07/fell-sick.html' title='Fell sick'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-115199779566754639</id><published>2006-07-04T17:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T17:23:15.696+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Err</title><content type='html'>Seems like going to sick… feeling uncomfortable, having running nose and tiring body… this week seems to be a better week which I’m getting one assistant… unfortunately I still need to train her besides, there are a badge of newbies for t he training while I’ve been delayed for weeks… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told kai yeah I still need time to decide what to do next… I think I need a vacation to rest myself before I start thinking what’s next… had a go with managers about the workplace… it’s getting more and more ridiculous… sometimes things went so unorganized when they came up with all the last minute functions… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to know this lady as my assistant… she used to work as a manager but she was stressed out about her personal life… she just felt into a broken marriage… things seems to be so miserable… saw her cried at work… tried to talk to her… I know I can’t do much but I guess she needs a listener… sigh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes 2 days of the week… another 3 days to go at work… -.- nothing much to type now and might catch some sleep and might gone out for supper again… these 2 days been out with someone who is younger than me 2 years... felt like wanted to love him but I got no idea why I didn't do anything about it... :( anyway the details will be revealed to some of u soon :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-115199779566754639?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/115199779566754639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=115199779566754639' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115199779566754639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115199779566754639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2006/07/err.html' title='Err'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-115182003136812776</id><published>2006-07-02T16:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T16:00:31.400+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Steamboat personality test</title><content type='html'>What kind of season will you enjoy eating steamboat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      A. Winter ( To Qn 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      B. Summer (To Qn 5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      C. No matter what season (To Qn 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you like to have some sauce on your food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      A. Like (To Qn 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      B. Don't like (To Qn 5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2. Will you add eggs in your steamboat soup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       A. Yes (To Qn 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       B. No (To Qn 6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you find a cigaratte butt in ur steamboat food,  what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       A. Quarrel with the boss and request another new one. (To Qn 13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       B. Stop eating and just pay and go. (To Qn 10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is the main point ypu will consider for choosing a steamboat restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        A. Famous ( To Qn 7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        B. Reasonable prices ( To Qn 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If the steamboat restaurant has a new product of steamboat, will you dare to try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        A. Yes ( To Qn 6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        B. No ( To Qn 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How many people do you like to have your steamboat meal with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       A. 2-3 soulmates ( To Qn 9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       B. A big group of friends ( To Qn 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If the steamboat restaurant is very crowded, will you wait for a seat or go to another place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       A. Wait ( To Qn 11)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       B. Proceed to another one ( To Qn 12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What kind of food you like to add?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       A. Noodle ( To Qn 9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       B. Vermicilli "Tang hoon" ( To Qn 7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Will you drink the soup first or finish all the ingredients in the bowl then drink the soup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        A. Drink the soup first ( To Qn 10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        B. Eat the ingredients first ( To Qn 12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If the boss tells you that you must add some SPECIAL and ODD ingredient in the soup to make it more delicious, will you dare to add?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        A. Yes ( To Qn 17)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        B. No ( To Qn 13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Will you drink a cup of cooling water after you finish this steamy hot meal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        A. Yes ( To Qn 15)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        B. No ( To Qn 14)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. When you are having your steamboat, do you put in your meat first or put in later?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        A. Put it once the steamboat start ( To Qn 15)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        B. Later part then put ( To Qn 11)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you like to put all types of food at one go into the steamboat or have it put in one type by one type?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       A. All ( To Qn 17)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       B. One type at a time ( To Qn 16)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What drink will you like to go with your meal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       A. Oolong Tea ( To Qn 16)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       B. Plum juice ( Type A)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you like to have steamboat at home or outside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       A. Home ( To Qn 16)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       B. Outside ( To Qn 14)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Will you mind if another customer is standing behind you, waiting for you while you are finishing your food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       A. Mind ( Type B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       B. Don't mind ( Type C)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. You are already very full with your meal but the boss offer to let you have another steamboat meal, will you eat it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       A. Yes (Type D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       B. No ( To Qn 16)&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; RESULTS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TYPE A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shy, a bit of an introvert. You are more stubborn and like to stay alone quietly at home. To you, talking to strangers is a hard thing so you have not much friends. But you will still have some soulmates. You need to treasure people who care and love you. You are more interested in your own matters, you will try your very best to achieve your target. But you can't do everything alone, and just depend on yourself, learn to open up and accept other opinions. Try to get along with different people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TYPE B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a more active person, drawing a clear line between happiness and unhappiness. You are more quick-tempered. If you encounter things you like, you will do it without second thought. But once you encounter things that you hate, you will wish to get out of it as soon as possible. As you are a person of your own views, the friends you tend to have will be of the same pattern. But once good friends, you will understand them a lot and go all the way to help then. Friends are very dependent on you. As you are too emotional, you may make a storm out of a teacup with your friends. You must learn to do things in order and not give up easily. You can try making friends with those you don't think you can get along with, don't stick with the same category. This will make you more popular and charming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TYPE C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentle like a lamb. You have a high level of adaptance power, easy to get along with people. Very popular in social life but seems that no one will talk bad about you. You hate to have conflicts with people so you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always try to adapt to everyone. You treat every person differently. To look at the bright side, you adapt easily. But to look at the dark side, you lack of character, although you are one big nice guy but you lack of charm. On the surface, you have a lot of friends but once you have troubles, you lack of soulmates to help you around. You must try to express yourself more and be more decisive. In this way, you can understand yourself more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TYPE D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are stubborn, like to go in circles and don't get to the point. Once you decide on something, no one can change your mind. You are a good leader in a group so you win a lot of trust from your friends. But as you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are too persistant on your own thinking, you neglect other people's suggestions therefore you can easily make enemies. Although it is good to maintain your own character but it doesn't mean you totally ignore other people's thoughts and feelings. You will let people think you are hard to handle and you will lose friends gradually and may end up alone. You need to learn to accept other people's opinion. This will make your social circle bigger and you will understand yourself better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-115182003136812776?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/115182003136812776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=115182003136812776' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115182003136812776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115182003136812776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2006/07/steamboat-personality-test.html' title='Steamboat personality test'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-115181661055660872</id><published>2006-07-02T14:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T15:06:10.486+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you note</title><content type='html'>Alrite I got this list of thank you note to some people lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specially thanks to &lt;br /&gt;- My gor (MM a.k.a Regis a.k.a Lengjai Tan) that concern an care for me silently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My jie which she made me laugh on the sms she send through ym for me this is the sms she send : sis, a new day for u again, take very good care, hmmm... long time never chat with u thru phone d, kakaka (the funny part is when she said she kin of miss the time i chat with her on phone and it comes with the laughing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- To my lovely LP that send me lovely sms, U know I mean the same as the sms that u send... but anyway, thank go for sending me this lovely lp to me... sometimes when we become too lovey dovery I felt a bit errr lesbianish LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- To my ji mui(Apple a.k.a Grace Grace), fan shu teng ( Shoot a.k.a CEO), my lovely friend (Ken Ken), and whoever who really treats me as a friend in #my.fm chatroom - I would like to thank you all for being caring and filled up my free time for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- To my friend Jimmy thanks for being there for me when I am extremely bored or stuffs... sometimes I know I do disturbing U, but teasing u is kind of fun thing to do :D... and thanks very much to introduce nice songs to me... there's just endless thanks to u which I do really appreciate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- To my cute diary I'm glad that i got to know u accidentally LOL.. and which you do care for me accidentally... good to have u to be my listener eventhough if are being busy when I am free and U r free when I am busy LOL... but thank god to have u as my diary... there's one sms that is from u that really make my day which is : when u look above the skies u'll see a star that gaze upon u and it seems to always share its kind twinkle to u. I'll guide and look out for u just like a star upon u. Goo night! thanks diary it is really warm and nice one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- To whoever who had been or passing by or going to pass by my life... also known as pedestrians in my life... I am really happy that you all didn't make me feel lonely.. I know I am not alone... no matter U've have been hurting me or making me happy at least U make me think make me  grow make me learn from mistakes... thank you very much everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: sounds like I am making a speech for oscard winning award eh? LOL... just feel like typing this out to thank everyone... I really feel it and wanted so much to type it not because for the sake of typing it out but for the sake of thanking everyone... once again Thank you very much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-115181661055660872?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/115181661055660872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=115181661055660872' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115181661055660872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115181661055660872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2006/07/thank-you-note.html' title='Thank you note'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-115181564022940438</id><published>2006-07-02T14:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T14:47:20.233+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing you</title><content type='html'>A song that is suitable so much for someone I am missing unfortunately there's nothing to move  besies missing him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do to deserve this&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even get one last kiss&lt;br /&gt;From you oh baby&lt;br /&gt;God took your love from me&lt;br /&gt;He needed an angel so it seems&lt;br /&gt;I need to feel your hands all over me&lt;br /&gt;I need to feel you kissin me&lt;br /&gt;I need to feel you holdin me&lt;br /&gt;I need to feel your touch&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I miss your love so much&lt;br /&gt;And I cant keep on living this way&lt;br /&gt;I need you here with me&lt;br /&gt;Why would he take you away... from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus:)&lt;br /&gt;It's hard for me to tell you I love you&lt;br /&gt;As I'm standing over your grave&lt;br /&gt;And I'll know I'll never hear your voice again&lt;br /&gt;Why did you leave me&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn't you just stay&lt;br /&gt;Because my world is nothing, without you&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't know what to do with myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would've given you anything&lt;br /&gt;Just to make you happy&lt;br /&gt;Just to hear you say that you love me one last time&lt;br /&gt;I'd go to hell and back over and over again&lt;br /&gt;Just to prove to you, how much I need you here&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing that I wouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;I cry for you I lied for you&lt;br /&gt;And there's no doubt that if I could take your place from heaven&lt;br /&gt;I would die for you yes I would&lt;br /&gt;I would rather give up my life&lt;br /&gt;Then to see tears in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand to see you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just dont know what to do with myself&lt;br /&gt;I cant stand looking at those pictures on my shelf&lt;br /&gt;Knowing it was just one week ago, stood there and took that picture&lt;br /&gt;There's just one thing that I want to know&lt;br /&gt;Why would god want to hurt me so bad&lt;br /&gt;Does he know how much it hurts to be missing you&lt;br /&gt;Baby, Im missing you baby Im missing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you ooh god damnit I love you&lt;br /&gt;Why did he did he take you away,&lt;br /&gt;from me because I love you so?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much baby?I just cant go on baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-115181564022940438?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/115181564022940438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=115181564022940438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115181564022940438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115181564022940438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2006/07/missing-you.html' title='Missing you'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-115181551341554386</id><published>2006-07-02T14:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T14:45:13.416+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Never be replaced</title><content type='html'>Whenever i fell in love I will sai that to my love one.. but once and once in life I got somebody else to replace him LOL... anyway this would be one of the song I want to dedicate to my boyfriend to be (which I am still searching for) or my husband to be (which it will be years after LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Baby I love you and i'll never let you go&lt;br /&gt;But if I have to boy I think that you should know&lt;br /&gt;All the love we make can never be erase&lt;br /&gt;And i promise you that you will never be replaced&lt;br /&gt;Baby I love you and I'll never let you go&lt;br /&gt;But if I have to boy I think that you should know&lt;br /&gt;All the love we make can never be erase&lt;br /&gt;And i promise you that you will never be replaced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you yes i do&lt;br /&gt;I'll be with you as long as you want me too&lt;br /&gt;Until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;From the day I met you&lt;br /&gt;I know we've be together&lt;br /&gt;And now I know I wanna be with you forever&lt;br /&gt;I wanna marry you and i wanna have your kids&lt;br /&gt;Thinking never compare to feel enough to kisses&lt;br /&gt;I can say i'm truly happy to the same&lt;br /&gt;You've made me think I'll die and live my life hesitate&lt;br /&gt;There's never been no doubt in my mind&lt;br /&gt;That i'll regret ever having you by my side&lt;br /&gt;But if the day come that i'll have to let you go&lt;br /&gt;I think that something I should probadly let you know&lt;br /&gt;With everything that i spent with you&lt;br /&gt;Then i will miss you cuz i'm happy that i have you at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel for you yes i do&lt;br /&gt;I'll be with you as long as you want me to&lt;br /&gt;Until the end of time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-115181551341554386?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/115181551341554386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=115181551341554386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115181551341554386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115181551341554386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2006/07/never-be-replaced.html' title='Never be replaced'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-115181535333982619</id><published>2006-07-02T14:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T14:42:33.370+10:00</updated><title type='text'>You raise me up</title><content type='html'>this is actually a lyrics of a song call You raise me up... that when I heard of it I wanted so much to dedicate to my parents and my lovely kai yeah who supported me all these years... I miss them a lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am down and oh my soul, so weary,&lt;br /&gt;When troubles come and my heart burden be,&lt;br /&gt;Then I am still and wait here in the silence,&lt;br /&gt;UNTIL you come and sit a while with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains,&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas,&lt;br /&gt;I am strong, when I am on your shoulders,&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up To more than I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains,&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas,&lt;br /&gt;I am strong, when I am on your shoulders,&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up To more than I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains,&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas,&lt;br /&gt;I am strong, when I am on your shoulders,&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up... To more than I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains,&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas,&lt;br /&gt;I am strong, when I am on your shoulders,&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up... To more than I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up To more than I can be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-115181535333982619?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/115181535333982619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=115181535333982619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115181535333982619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115181535333982619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-raise-me-up.html' title='You raise me up'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-115176370458452531</id><published>2006-07-02T00:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T00:21:44.616+10:00</updated><title type='text'>BB's review and theory</title><content type='html'>It’s winter now… cold weather... am still feeling one of the movie scene that I watched just now… went out with JK for short shopping, movies and dinner… alright might just start to blog out whatever that I want to blog so much…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start from the movie first… the title of the movie is “click” and this is the summary of the movie:&lt;br /&gt;Michael Newman (Adam Sandler) is a workaholic architect who has been overlooking his family in favour of his career. He comes across a universal remote that allows him to perform digital video recorder-like functions on his life, such as pausing events or fast-forwarding over them. &lt;br /&gt;When the remote begins creating its own memory and choosing what to fast-forward over, Michael sees how much of his personal life has passed him by - and realizes the importance of spending more time with his family. &lt;br /&gt;So nothing really special about this movie it’s just the ordinary movie like other comedy or any other US productions… but I quite like the movie because it does reflect our daily lives… or maybe I should put it mine? :x… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things in our life that we avoid or try to escape but most of the time we will feel regret about it… and one of it will be the family issue… which reflecting my own life so much… especially the one about the last time he saw his dad… I was crying badly about that and was still crying when I came out from the cinema… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That part is when his son told him his dad has passed away… he missed it because the remote control fast forward it itself… so he tried to rewind back the scene where he last saw his father… it was a really touching one where he told his father off when his ad visited him in the office… the scene is quite similar to what I felt in father’s day weeks ago…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we went to have dinner… was too moody to eat anything… in the same time got the sms from my friend saying he is on air in one of the underground radio… so I rushed home without waiting JK to drive me home… while I was on the way the taxi driver was talking all sorts of philosophy about life… then I wasn’t feeling well too.. so I didn’t really get to reply him much…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home, continue all the chat session that I’ve left before went out… found an irritating person who was making a lame joke… I was kind of pissed off and replied him back… I know I do sound rue to him, but I am not really accepting the joke he made… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BB’s theory going to start again… oh well… sometimes there will be no reasons why is something, someone or some situations are good right? But there are plenty of reasons why something, someone or some situation are so bad… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well… I can’t concerntrate in blogging at the moment so I better post whatever I am typing off now… so enjoy reading… :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-115176370458452531?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/115176370458452531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=115176370458452531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115176370458452531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115176370458452531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2006/07/bbs-review-and-theory.html' title='BB&apos;s review and theory'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-115170798924484985</id><published>2006-07-01T08:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T08:53:09.276+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates while I wasn't around</title><content type='html'>Alright… it’s been sometimes I abandoned my blog huh? Oh well… some of you still keep in touch with me… so I doubt I could use MIA as the proper phrase to describe yeah? :D… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been busy at work as usual… workload is getting heavier and more paperwork for me to finish… been working with JK a lot in this week… he was looking after me and I haven’t got much time to train my staff for one week… so this badge of newbies will take longer time to train up…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has been sick lately as well… because of not eating well and resting well… the body heat is killing me… and luckily JK still realized that and he didn’t push me much and gave sometimes for me to relax myself while we were out of office… yesterday MD get me to sleep in the room… so I will still consider in the office if they got any problem they can reach me immediately…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So been through few personal problems… disappointed of few friends in life… been heartbroken because when I’ve given the heart they just take it for granted and treated me unfairly… I know I am not suppose to complain anymore because it’s all my own fault my own decision to give my heart away… anyway I hate to be a replacement and I am not a substitute in life…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About family… problems seems to come one after one… not going to elaborate because there are some kinda personal issues involved… might just ignore to think about it because I got no space in my mind lately…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah been knowing some new friends lately… and happy to know them as well… marked 22nd June as the date I know somebody… so that will be maybe monthly anniversary or yearly anniversary? Heh… who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way am feeling a bit blank at the moment… and one more thing is the internet limit had been exceeded for the whole week so were suffering about the speed as well… I guess that’s all I want to update now… may all the readers in this blog have a nice weekend…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-115170798924484985?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/115170798924484985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=115170798924484985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115170798924484985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115170798924484985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2006/07/updates-while-i-wasnt-around.html' title='Updates while I wasn&apos;t around'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-115063856113966369</id><published>2006-06-18T23:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T23:49:21.220+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The balance of love</title><content type='html'>A woman dies after living a long,dignified life.When she meets him,she ask him something that has bothered her."If Man is created in God's image,and if all men are created equal,why do people treat each other so badly?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; God replies that each person who enters our life has a unique lesson to teach us.And it is the only through these lessons that we learn about life,people,relationships and God.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; This confuses the woman,so God begins to explain;&lt;br /&gt; When someone lies to you,it teaches you that things are not what they seems.The truth is often far beneath the surface.Look beyond the masks people wear if you want to know their heart.And remove your own masks to let people know yours.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; When someone steals from you,it teaches you that nothing is forever.Always appreciate what you have,for you never know when you might lose it.And never take your friends and family for granted because today is the only guarantee you have.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; when someone afflicts an injury upon you.It teaches you that the human state is fragile.Protect and take care your body as best as you can because it's the only thing you are sure to have forever.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; When someone mocks you,it teaches you that no 2 people are alike.When you encounter people who are different from you,dont judge them by how they look or act.Instead base your opinion on the contents of their heart.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; When someone breaks your heart,it teaches you that loving someone does not mean that a person will love you back.But dont turn your back on love because when you find the right person,the joy that one person brings will make up for all the past hurts put together.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; When someone holds a grudge against you,it teaches you that everyone makes mistakes.When you are wronged,the most virtues thing you can do is forgive the offender without pretence.Forgiving those who has hurt us is the most difficult and most courageous,the noblest thing man can do.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; When a loved one is unfaithful to you,it teaches you that resisting temptation is man's greatest challenge.Be vigilant in your resistance in all temptation.By doing so,you will be rewarded with an enduring sense of satisfation far greater than the temporary pleasure by which you are tempted.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; When someone cheats you,it teaches you that greed is the root of all evil.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Aspire to make your dreams come true,no matter how lofty they may be.Do not feel guilty about your success,but never let an obsession with achieving your goals lead you in malevolent activities.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; When someone ridicules you,it teaches you that nobody is perfect.Accept people for their merits and be tolerant of their flaws.Do not ever reject someone for imperfection over which they have no control.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Upon hearing the Maker's wisdom the old woman becomes concern that there can be no lessons to be learned from man's good deeds.God tells her that man capacity to love is the greatest gift he has.At the root of all kindness is love,and each act of love also teaches us a lesson.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; When someone loves us,it teaches us that love,kindness,charity,honesty,humility,forgiveness and acceptance can counter act all evil in the world.For every good deed,there is one less evil deed.Man alone has the power to control the balance between good and evil,but because the lessons of love are not taught often enough,the power is often abused.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; When you entered someone's life,whether by choice or chance,what will your lessons be?Will you teach love or harsh reality?Each of us has power over the balance of love.Use that power wisely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-115063856113966369?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/115063856113966369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=115063856113966369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115063856113966369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115063856113966369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2006/06/balance-of-love.html' title='The balance of love'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-115059649059328142</id><published>2006-06-18T12:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T12:08:10.623+10:00</updated><title type='text'>给爸爸的一封信</title><content type='html'>爸爸。。。&lt;br /&gt;  您还好吗。。。女儿好想你。。。一直在心里埋着的话都没在您生前一一的告诉您，一直以为您会有福气来看着我们几姐妹成功来让您享福。。。您的离开真的好突然。。。&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  爸爸，对不起，一直都没办法去和您好好的聊，很怕自己会流泪，会让你烦躁。。。和您通过的最后一通电话都历历在幕。。。没用的我，也在电话那头流下眼泪啃咽的问了一句，爸您还好吗。。。却无法在说出第二句话了。。。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  那通电话后，就是回去看到病得很重的您。。。我无法忘记四年前，回到家里的我就看着您躺在病床，我却就好像什么都做不了。。。那时的您看着我，好像很陌生却又有种渴望看见我们成功的样子。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  我知道我到国外深造是让您为荣的一见事，也知道您好想看到我们从毕业典礼的礼堂走出来。。。但是。。。您还是等不了了。。。爸爸，我一直很想与您分享我的喜怒哀乐，但是都没勇气。。。对不起。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  爸爸我爱你。。。我知道一切都太迟了。。。但是我只盼来世您还是我的老爸。。。可以让我补偿的孝顺，可以让我亲口说出我爱你。。。可以再次做让你骄傲的女儿。。。可以让我给你享福的机会。。。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       一直无法与您好好沟通的女儿着&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-115059649059328142?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/115059649059328142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=115059649059328142' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115059649059328142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115059649059328142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post_18.html' title='给爸爸的一封信'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-115059415249871704</id><published>2006-06-18T11:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T11:29:12.563+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Special post for my beloved daddy</title><content type='html'>Time flies… today is Father’s days again… whenever this day comes I will miss my dad the most… missing him with all the guiltiness… missing him with all the tears…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was alive I never talk to him nicely… I never really like him at all… I always think he is a very selfish dad… but since I saw him cry… I know he cares… he’s already left us for 4 years… it’s seem like is only happened in yesterday… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then I didn’t went back to Malaysia…. I got the sudden urge of writing him a letter… but I guess I need somebody to read for him because he can’t read at all… no matter what I will try my best to read for him myself and I hope he can hear that…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I almost to start a letter… I can’t control my tears… yes… I’ve been thinking of the pass… when I was small, he always feeling frustrated because I love to cry a lot… he didn’t like people crying at all… but I remember whenever mummy punish us, he is the one who cancel all the punishment and get us to go to bed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves to drink and gamble a lot, but he never forgets us… when he won some money from gambling he will buy some nice food or supper for us… he will always forgives us for all the mistakes we’ve done… whenever mummy refuses to sign  our report of our result… he will sign for us…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had his motorcycle as the vehicle to go everywhere… I love to see him fetching mum to go everywhere they want… it is so sweet that seeing daddy getting ready with his helmet and mum’s helmet waiting for her to get ready and being naggy to us before she left… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so lucky because he drives carefully wherever he goes… he loves to buy us fried chicken form the night market… and whenever we know the day of night market we will wait for daddy to come home with the chicken… he knows we love it… and I will always make sure daddy have the drumstick because he love it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of missing him is so strong now… I wish he is here seeing his daughter getting independent, seeing his daughter getting more and more successful in life… daddy… I love you… I never said that to him before… never… no matter what… I really wish to tell him how much I love him now… sorry daddy… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is suppose to be an entry to wish all the daddy happy daddy’s day but ended up typing all my feelings… didn’t mean that but it just come in my mind that I wanted so much to type it out… my daddy is not a greatest guy at all but at least he is the one I love and I will remember forever and ever…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-115059415249871704?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/115059415249871704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=115059415249871704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115059415249871704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115059415249871704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2006/06/special-post-for-my-beloved-daddy.html' title='Special post for my beloved daddy'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-115056125832183957</id><published>2006-06-18T02:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T02:20:58.533+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/soccer_mc.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/400/soccer_mc.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For soccer fans&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-115056125832183957?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/115056125832183957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=115056125832183957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115056125832183957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115056125832183957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2006/06/for-soccer-fans.html' title=''/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-115051274729636669</id><published>2006-06-17T12:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T12:52:27.330+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing special happened</title><content type='html'>Today is the first time I feel the time passed so slow after sometimes… woke up in the morning and went to buy father’s day pressie for MD with JK… was so restless because had a hectic week again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything went wrong in each day of this week… I have to tell myself… don’t worry this will be a better day… but whenever things went wrong we will just being frustrated but didn’t blame anyone for that… but I anyhow feel there is something that I didn’t realize I should improve…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hours will be increasing… workload will be increasing as well… besides that my pay will get increase as well… awaiting for the proposal from my manager about it… if it sounds interesting I will try to accept… but if things gone out of my way I will probably resign from here and concentrate in helping JK…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have had few customers spoke to JK about my work… they suggest him to get somebody to be my assistant or else I will get stressed out… am appreciating that… but JK prefer me to approach him myself hehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Karen yesterday and she was depress… the company chosen the other temp than her… but when things went wrong she is the one being blame most of the time… she had a bad time working in here… I am really happy to know her… wanted to hug her when she burst into tears… but she was smoking… so I don’t really want the smoking smell on my body…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much I feel like doing in this weekend besides watching some dramas or movies… then will rest me well because I didn’t bring back any paperwork for this weekend… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! I got a big envelope of stamps :D… was busy trimming those stamps neatly to put in my collection box :D… alright time to rest now… wishing everyone have a great weekend…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-115051274729636669?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/115051274729636669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=115051274729636669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115051274729636669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115051274729636669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2006/06/nothing-special-happened.html' title='Nothing special happened'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-115044253899580923</id><published>2006-06-16T17:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T17:25:01.323+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Funnny</title><content type='html'>The lyrics to the song to be sung in the tune of “You’re Beautiful” by James Blunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job is stupid,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day’s a bore,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside this office,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 8 to 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing ever happens,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is pretty blank,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretending that I am working,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray I don’t get canned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cubicle, my cubicle,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s 1 of 62,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s my small space,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a crowded place,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a six by six board booth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate it, that’s the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I give a sigh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the boss walks by,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one ever talks to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or looks me in the eye,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really should work,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead I just sit here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And surf the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my cubicle, my cubicle,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t have a view,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s my small space,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a crowded place,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit inside there too,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I sit here nude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: thanks to ah Blue!! :P at least I laugh a bit today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-115044253899580923?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/115044253899580923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=115044253899580923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115044253899580923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115044253899580923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2006/06/funnny.html' title='Funnny'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-115039195377878910</id><published>2006-06-16T03:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T03:19:13.820+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Very Morning LOL</title><content type='html'>Yeah Yeah!!! 3.11am and I got everything done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;specially thanks to Ken Ken because he wake me up :P... lucky I got him to wake me up and ensure I am awake or else I might be sleeping in this hour too haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually I might be sleeping in this hour if I didn't spend my first hour in chatting and tell out my nightmare LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still okay because I had few hours sleep before... still having headache but feel a bit released because at least I've got my things done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go go go ale ale ale...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately... some people that I care and concerned are having mood swings and moodless... so no matter I can help or not... I wish you all will be better la :D...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright enough of crapping early in the morning :P another 45 mins to prepare to work... guess is time for me to go off now :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-115039195377878910?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/115039195377878910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=115039195377878910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115039195377878910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115039195377878910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2006/06/good-very-morning-lol.html' title='Good Very Morning LOL'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-115036514447852558</id><published>2006-06-15T19:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T19:52:24.506+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn it</title><content type='html'>Damn! Just because of someone being smart enough to tell an idiot my address I am feeling insecure now… he came to my house this morning when I wasn’t at home… he is one of my net friend and I knew him for about 2 years…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got to know my friend coincidently and I am not sure when he knew my address… when my housemate came back a while ago he told me there is someone who look for me in the morning… what a despo! I just hate to see him haihz…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having bad headache now… need to rush off paperwork :(… this week is not smooth at all… still thinking where did I went wrong and I want to try my best to rectify it… sigh…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-115036514447852558?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/115036514447852558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=115036514447852558' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115036514447852558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115036514447852558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2006/06/damn-it.html' title='Damn it'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-115027644360336849</id><published>2006-06-14T19:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T19:14:03.633+10:00</updated><title type='text'>C.R.A.Z.Y</title><content type='html'>I seriously think I am in a unwell condition -.-... ate so many things within 3 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- puddings&lt;br /&gt;- seaweed salad&lt;br /&gt;- squid salad&lt;br /&gt;- salmon roll&lt;br /&gt;- yong tau foo&lt;br /&gt;- asam&lt;br /&gt;- drink lychee juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm feeling now? hehe feel like vomitting and feel like there is a baby in my womb :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-115027644360336849?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/115027644360336849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=115027644360336849' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115027644360336849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115027644360336849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2006/06/crazy.html' title='C.R.A.Z.Y'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-115019307950697814</id><published>2006-06-13T20:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T20:04:39.556+10:00</updated><title type='text'>烦</title><content type='html'>明白为什么有些事情, 我们怎么想也想不通吗?&lt;br /&gt;真的好想明白..&lt;br /&gt;为什么我怎么做也不对..怎么思考, 答案还是一样..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;连自己都不知道自己要什么的我, 有时真的很想让它顺其自然的过..&lt;br /&gt;但事情的发生跟我想的却不一样..&lt;br /&gt;顺其自然的有时还会超乎寻常.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;算了..不想了..&lt;br /&gt;想多了, 也只多了一个"烦" 在我的心里纠缠.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;纠缠久了, 放弃的心态就更重了..&lt;br /&gt;不想结果是这样的..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但事情已经发生到我怎么走我的路也不对了..&lt;br /&gt;真的不对了..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-115019307950697814?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/115019307950697814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=115019307950697814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115019307950697814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115019307950697814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post_115019307950697814.html' title='烦'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-115013143251749389</id><published>2006-06-13T02:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T02:57:12.840+10:00</updated><title type='text'>零</title><content type='html'>若我怎么攀&lt;br /&gt;最终攀不上绝岭&lt;br /&gt;宁愿我跌倒于险径&lt;br /&gt;祈求能换你总会有反应&lt;br /&gt;说得很清楚&lt;br /&gt;已经将温暖售罄&lt;br /&gt;怎么一句句&lt;br /&gt;我都听得似幻听&lt;br /&gt;一开始烧得高兴&lt;br /&gt;比火把都虔诚&lt;br /&gt;一颗心不交给你&lt;br /&gt;让谁带领&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;差一点我就消失于无形&lt;br /&gt;差一点脆弱的身体&lt;br /&gt;由无限变做零&lt;br /&gt;最怕我让眼泪未停&lt;br /&gt;原谅我的感性&lt;br /&gt;不爱我你都讲得太动听&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;若要讲分手&lt;br /&gt;等于分解我愉快&lt;br /&gt;如毫无目标的板块&lt;br /&gt;浮游令肉体改变了姿态&lt;br /&gt;若会飘得起&lt;br /&gt;记得掌握我动态&lt;br /&gt;终于心碎了&lt;br /&gt;碎片飞得那样快&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;知不知这种境界&lt;br /&gt;比火海都难捱&lt;br /&gt;知不知匆匆一吻&lt;br /&gt;别离太快&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;太动听&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: when I was just about to sleep back again, this song catches my attention and repeat once before I sleep back again... went through a hectic day, wanted to cry so much but I didn't, I choose to sleep... but I didn't slept well... lots of phone calls, but I just can't be bothered to answer... I guess my family rang me as well... well, I will explain to them tomorrow... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am just being too harsh... as I said before I will feel the other's feelings as well... that's exactly the punishment for myself in being harsh sigh... anyway 1 more hour to rest again before working again... nite...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-115013143251749389?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/115013143251749389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=115013143251749389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115013143251749389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-115007390170421805</id><published>2006-06-12T10:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T10:58:44.716+10:00</updated><title type='text'>不曾到访我的心</title><content type='html'>是否站的位子不同，我们的心就没有了视线。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;背后？左方？或许我们都只看着前面。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;距离有多远？是近是远根本就不是问题所在。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是心......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我根本不曾在你的心出现。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你也不曾到访我的心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然......两颗心都有哪一点空隙。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-115007390170421805?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/115007390170421805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>矛盾</title><content type='html'>人類永遠都是最矛盾的動物，這樣子說會過分嗎？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;昨天有位朋友對我說，很想忘記以前的事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我就問是什麼事，結果就從頭到尾對我細説一遍。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果想忘記的話，又何必對我說呢？想忘就忘吧！不要再說，就說就越忘不掉~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-115005474108236738?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/115005474108236738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=115005474108236738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115005474108236738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115005474108236738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post_115005474108236738.html' title='矛盾'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-115005416984511763</id><published>2006-06-12T05:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T05:29:42.570+10:00</updated><title type='text'>會 幸 福</title><content type='html'>如果云是白的，我相信思念是純潔的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果風是暖的，一定是你的祝福散播在風中。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果天是藍的，那會是我的心為你留着翱翔的天空。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果草是綠的，我知道你曾經灌溉這。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果地是寬的，一定能夠感應到你那邊的腳步。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果路是長的，那會是可以通往身在遙遠國度的心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你是快樂，我可以忘記孤寂床單。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果我是微風，一定可以瞬間感受那睡枕的夢。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果夢會實現，我會把心中的十年秘密掛在床頭那。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-115005375851646124</id><published>2006-06-12T05:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T05:22:38.516+10:00</updated><title type='text'>夢與幸福</title><content type='html'>在泛黃的思念里，你乘着流星離去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我也只是個沒有依靠的孤魂，冷颼颼的軀殼，是一個沒有感情的人偶。我已經撐得很辛苦，撐得不能再撐。撐到好想放棄自己，甚至變成行尸走肉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你的出現讓這些日子的等待有了回應。現在我把你握在手心，擁在懷裡，收在心底，聆聽呼吸，隨着心跳，翩翩起舞。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因為你，我不再木訥而是色彩，不再凍僵而是豐盛，不再缺陷，我變得完整。我想告訴你，“我想你因为。。。爱你。。。所以我等你。”不管我多愚笨或是不值得，我懇求你。。。讓我等下去。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哪怕我得到的只是一個擁抱，一個微笑，一個回眸又或着。。。只是回憶的假象，我只是想欺騙自己。好在往後的千千萬萬個夜晚，我可以憑着不真實的倩影繼續催眠自己。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;繼續在沒有日出的長夜裡等待曙光。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-115005375851646124?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-115005338239493594</id><published>2006-06-12T05:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T05:16:22.396+10:00</updated><title type='text'>请想想以后的日子</title><content type='html'>人会伤害其他人，不知在什么时候。往往到了无法挽回的地步才能悔改从前自己那曾经的气愤无情地发泄在其他人身上，深深地打击了朋友们的心灵。因而造成一辈子的遗憾，有些时候更是内疚。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不了解真正事情由来经过是引起大部分的误会，姑且产生了好多的冲突，最后成为了一把锋利的刀子，刺进了无辜的心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在有意或无意伤害其他人以前，请想想以后的日子…….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-115005338239493594?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/115005338239493594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=115005338239493594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115005338239493594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115005338239493594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post_115005338239493594.html' title='请想想以后的日子'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-115005320430603416</id><published>2006-06-12T05:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T05:13:24.336+10:00</updated><title type='text'>现在的我已经与以前截然不同了</title><content type='html'>曾经，有一条小溪流着在一处大沙漠的边缘。&lt;br /&gt;它听见一个声音说：“离开这里，继续走。”&lt;br /&gt;但是小溪恐惧新奇与未知的事物，害怕变化。&lt;br /&gt;虽然它很想拥有更多的溪水，过着幸福的生活，&lt;br /&gt;但却不希望改变，&lt;br /&gt;不想冒险。&lt;br /&gt;但这声音又响起：“若是不敢踏出这一步，&lt;br /&gt;你将永远不会知道自己的极限。&lt;br /&gt;要相信自己在新环境中也能适应良好！&lt;br /&gt;走吧，继续流。“&lt;br /&gt;于是小溪决定继续往前流去。&lt;br /&gt;不过这却是件苦差事。&lt;br /&gt;沙漠越来越炎热，&lt;br /&gt;小溪最后还是被蒸发。&lt;br /&gt;上升的小水蒸气在空气中凝结成云，&lt;br /&gt;飘过沙漠上方。&lt;br /&gt;云朵飘荡好几天，来到沙漠后方一面大海。&lt;br /&gt;雨水澎湃而下，&lt;br /&gt;小溪现在的日子过得比它以前想象的美满多了。&lt;br /&gt;好像在家轻柔的浪花上，&lt;br /&gt;它微笑地向着：&lt;br /&gt;我多次改变自己的生活形式-&lt;br /&gt;现在的我已经与以前截然不同了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-115005320430603416?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/115005320430603416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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week for me as well… not only because of work but because of my health condition as well… luckily is not as serious as last time and I am still able to continue working…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things to be done yet the time is so short… finally finished most of my paperwork and going to rush through again next weekend… gonna work in next weekend too :(… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managers and colleagues said my permed hair looks old, so I went back to the salon and straighten my hair back hehe… got my hair back to straight like last time… this weekend am having the long weekend… choose to off in Monday yet still get pay for that :P… JK approved my leave and so I can rest myself at home…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be another heavy work load week next week.. not idea why they have so many functions lately… yesterday argued with my ex bf… through sms… had a very bad day yesterday…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First got the news of my diary being sad… then got to know my friend was having financial problem yet he choose a very stupid way that making me so frustrated… after that argued with my ex through sms… he still owe me RM3k, he told me he is getting marry so I replied if he is able to get marry means his financial status is okay already… he should be able to return me money after so long… he said I am a calculative and materialistic girl… but it’s been so long? If I am one I should have got the money back already -.-///&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out to have some fun with my friends but two of them was having argument and end up finish the outing early… consider a bad day eh? But nothing much I can do anymore… today itself was pretty dull for me… woke up in the morning then sms diary see if he is alright… after that sms that friend and he got no replied after I send one to asked a very stupid question…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is very heartbroken to know someone I concern doing stupid thing… then don’t feel like staying at home.. got myself prepared and went to the salon and had something to eat… met the robber who robbed me few weeks ago… didn’t do anything besides avoid him to approach me again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much really want to update now, still feeling the blue from yesterday…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-115001338276036041?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/115001338276036041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=115001338276036041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115001338276036041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/115001338276036041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2006/06/feeling-blue.html' title='Feeling Blue'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-114959628835526433</id><published>2006-06-06T22:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T22:18:08.546+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/Prayers.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/400/Prayers.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayers&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-114959628835526433?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/114959628835526433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=114959628835526433' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/114959628835526433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/114959628835526433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2006/06/prayers.html' title=''/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-114949180181292710</id><published>2006-06-05T17:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T17:16:41.813+10:00</updated><title type='text'>生命在等待中消失</title><content type='html'>『等到我學業完成以後，我定要好好地放鬆自己。』&lt;br /&gt;『等到我生意上了軌道以後，我定要出國旅行，到處遊玩，開開眼界。』&lt;br /&gt;『等到我賺了錢以後，我定要好好地孝敬父母，讓他們過上好日子。』&lt;br /&gt;『等到我買了房子以後，我就會停下忙碌的腳步，好好享受人生。』&lt;br /&gt;『等到我孩子結了婚以後，我就可以安心打牌，毋需再顧慮那麼多。』&lt;br /&gt;等到‥‥‥ 等到 ‥‥‥我們總是這樣對自己說，&lt;br /&gt;也總是這樣把享受人生寄托在遙不可知的未來。&lt;br /&gt;似乎我們所有的生命，都消耗在等待上。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;曾有這麼兩個年青人，一位是中國人，另一位是美國人。&lt;br /&gt;他們同在某個大城市的一家公司上班，職位相同，薪金相同，然而所過的&lt;br /&gt;生活卻迵然不同。那位美國人在他上班一年後，用所賺的薪金分期付款買&lt;br /&gt;了一套非常漂亮、舒適的房子，日子過得稱心如意； 而另外那位中國人，&lt;br /&gt;卻是租住在一棟非常破舊的公寓裡，房子又黑又小又舊，彷彿稍微用力一&lt;br /&gt;點，整個房子就會倒塌似的。那位中國人省吃儉用，他告訴自己，等到賺&lt;br /&gt;夠了錢，就一定要買棟漂亮的房子，讓自己住得舒服一點。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;二十年後，他終於如願以嘗，在那位美國人所住的公寓裡買了一套與他一&lt;br /&gt;樣漂亮的房子，與美國人毗鄰而居。結果不幸的是，那位中國人住進新房&lt;br /&gt;子還不到一年， 就因多年來營養不良、積勞成疾而撒手西歸。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這就是中國人的悲哀，也是東方人與西方人最大的區別。&lt;br /&gt;中國人顧慮太多，總是把生命用在等待上；&lt;br /&gt;而西方人卻是秉持"把握現在，及時行樂"的人生態度。&lt;br /&gt;如果那位中國人也像那位美國同事一樣，用分期付款的方法買一套房子，&lt;br /&gt;那他不也是一樣可以在二十年前就讓自己過得舒服一點了嗎？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人人都願意犧牲現在，去換取不可知的等待；犧牲今生的辛苦錢，去換取&lt;br /&gt;來世的安逸。其實我們毋須等到生活完美無瑕，也毋須等到一切穩定下來。&lt;br /&gt;想做什麼，現在就可以開始。每個人的生命都有盡頭，許多人往往在生命&lt;br /&gt;即將結束時，才發現自己還有很多事沒有做，這實在是一種遺憾。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人生是一張單程車票，失去的便永遠不會再擁有。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;千萬別把美好的生命浪費在等待上，把握現在，享受現在，才是最重要的。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-114949180181292710?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/114949180181292710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=114949180181292710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/114949180181292710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/114949180181292710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title='生命在等待中消失'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9723144.post-114949154591278083</id><published>2006-06-05T17:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T17:12:25.946+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid questions with smart answers</title><content type='html'>BOY : May I hold your hand?&lt;br /&gt;GIRL : No thanks, it isn't heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL : Say you love me! Say you love me!&lt;br /&gt;BOY : You love me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL : If we become engaged will you give me a ring??&lt;br /&gt;BOY : Sure, what's your phone number??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL : I think the poorest people are the happiest.&lt;br /&gt;BOY : Then marry me and we'll be the happiest couple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL : Darling, I want to dance like this forever.&lt;br /&gt;BOY : Don't you ever want to improve??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY : I love you and I could die for you!&lt;br /&gt;GIRL : How soon??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY : I would go to the end of the world for you!&lt;br /&gt;GIRL : Yes, but would you stay there??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHARON : Have you ever had a hot passionate, burning kiss??&lt;br /&gt;TRACY : I did once. He'd forgotten to take the cigarette out of his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN : You remind me of the sea.&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN : Because I'm wild, romantic and exciting?&lt;br /&gt;MAN : NO, because you make me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE : You tell a man something, it goes in one ear and comes out of the other.&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND : You tell a woman something: It goes in both ears and comes&lt;br /&gt;out of the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARY : John says I'm pretty. Andy says I'm ugly.What do u think,&lt;br /&gt;Peter?&lt;br /&gt;PETER : A bit of both. I think you're pretty ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Girlfriend : "...And are you sure you love me and no one else ?"&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend : "Dead Sure! I checked the whole list again yesterday".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Teacher : "Which is more important to us, the sun or the moon?"&lt;br /&gt;Pupil : "The moon".&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;Pupil : "The moon gives us light at night when we need it but the sun&lt;br /&gt;gives us light only in the day time when we don't need it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Teacher : "What do you call a person who keeps on talking when&lt;br /&gt;people are no longer interested?"&lt;br /&gt;Pupil : "A teacher".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Waiter : "Would you like your coffee black?"&lt;br /&gt;Customer : "What other colors do you have?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) My father is so old that when he was in school, history was called&lt;br /&gt;current affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Teacher : "Sam, you talk a lot !"&lt;br /&gt;Sam : "It's a family tradition".&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : "What do you mean?"&lt;br /&gt;Sam : "Sir, my grandpa was a street hawker, my father is a teacher".&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : "What about your mother?"&lt;br /&gt;Sam : "She's a woman".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Tom : "How should I convey the news to my father that I've failed?"&lt;br /&gt;David: "You just send a telegram: Result declared, past year's&lt;br /&gt;performance repeated".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Teacher : "Now, children, if I saw a man beating a donkey and&lt;br /&gt;stopped him, what virtue would I be showing?"&lt;br /&gt;Student : "Brotherly love".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Teacher : "Now, Sam, tell me frankly do you say prayers before eating?"&lt;br /&gt;Sam : "No sir, I don't have to, my mom is a good cook".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Patient : "What are the chances of my recovering doctor?"&lt;br /&gt;Doctor : "One hundred percent. Medical records show that nine out of&lt;br /&gt;ten people die of the disease you have. Yours is the tenth case I've&lt;br /&gt;treated. The others all died".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Teacher : " Can anybody give an example of COINCIDENCE?"&lt;br /&gt;One Student : "Sir, my Mother and Father got married on the same day&lt;br /&gt;and at the same time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Teacher : " George Washington not only chopped down his father's&lt;br /&gt;Cherry tree, but also admitted doing it.&lt;br /&gt;Now do you know why his father didn't punish him ?"&lt;br /&gt;One Student: " Because George still had the axe in is hand."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9723144-114949154591278083?l=bbjoey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/feeds/114949154591278083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9723144&amp;postID=114949154591278083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/114949154591278083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9723144/posts/default/114949154591278083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbjoey.blogspot.com/2006/06/stupid-questions-with-smart-answers.html' title='Stupid questions with smart answers'/><author><name>MunMun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/115/2879/640/girl%20devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
