tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-122185892024-03-13T02:54:04.055+00:00JojojonJonathan aka Lil' Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279noreply@blogger.comBlogger397125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-66077963216481239982011-05-18T02:52:00.000+01:002011-05-18T02:52:59.616+01:00Dumbness<div style="text-align: justify;">Here I am. Packing. Revalidating my stuff to store into the warehouse. I'm moving to a new house! Yay! The awesome nice house. Looking forward to it. Sometimes I wonder how stupid I can be. Literally, S-T-U-P-I-D. I know I say the darness things and naive all the time but stupid.....?</div><br />
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Just cause I didn't have the wide tape and its late, yet I'm dumb enough to do it. I actually tried to use the normal cellotape to seal the boxes instead of wide tapesJonathan aka Lil' Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-35335238340093781692011-05-15T23:58:00.002+01:002011-05-15T23:58:44.204+01:00Life no more.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
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She was a lovely person, kind, sweet. I tend to tease her a lot. She couldn't get use to my type of tease in the beginning and she took offence on me. I am playful like a kid in a way, I tend to bump her from shoulder to shoulder and go "YOU!!!" *strict tone*. But the more we hang out together, the more she knows me better and one day, she knows my signature and she did it back to me. I was so happy that time when she finally understand my intention. She became more chillax among us and jokes around a lot with each other. Those times we spent on the assignment was fun. It is all left for memory now. I regret for not contacting you all these time. You will be in my memory and never to be vanished.<br />
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Rest in Peace, girl!<br />
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*Other than my grandmother, this is my first time losing someone that I had close contact with.Jonathan aka Lil' Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-64680490251997162472011-05-01T20:31:00.008+01:002011-12-29T23:21:51.742+00:00Why stalking is invented???<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://tundratabloids.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/Blue_eye.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="282" src="http://tundratabloids.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/Blue_eye.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I've found THE blog and it's still updating. Been reading tons and mostly about the present stuff. Jon! Stop stalking that person already! It has already been over for <b>MONTHS</b>! Sigh. Still feel the heartache... But I see where's that comin from.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
Sometimes I felt that its such a waste that person was dwelled into that kinda complicated relationship. Sometimes I felt it's a shame for that partner to ignite such a mess. All I know is, I'm looking for something to blame on.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'm totally drawn to this photo. The illumination of the soft focused "mini lights" lit up the subject. The thick eye shadow made focus to her eyes. It's just perfect. She's ShaNa, a new Japanese artist. Will be releasing her debut single on 6th June. </div>Jonathan aka Lil' Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-89245407718141072342011-04-29T22:34:00.002+01:002011-04-29T23:07:25.117+01:00Patient!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.jiyohealthy.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/Tired-at-work.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.jiyohealthy.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/Tired-at-work.jpg" width="255" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">This picture explains my current condition accurately. I'm soooooo tired. Shoulder hurts like shit. Am I not working comfortably on my 'working station' in my room? Should I be freaking out? or maybe it hasn't hit on me hard to realise how deep shit I am. oh ho ho ho That's for sure. It'll come but not today I suppose?</div>Jonathan aka Lil' Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-21313793792385331082011-04-28T23:02:00.001+01:002011-04-30T03:14:36.809+01:00For future happiness<div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz4U_yAg77ZYdNzv_nNF0ekIot30fVGGkc7J7YxkCuFOJzQBwxDpPAu2Q2z4rfW-L5otpPFb73yEQvQVVE1moiY8lj4mmxTwKLbkDxPx4JVS52ezeSmd50yHHvswalZXewmZM/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-04-29+at+22.38.22.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="197" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz4U_yAg77ZYdNzv_nNF0ekIot30fVGGkc7J7YxkCuFOJzQBwxDpPAu2Q2z4rfW-L5otpPFb73yEQvQVVE1moiY8lj4mmxTwKLbkDxPx4JVS52ezeSmd50yHHvswalZXewmZM/s320/Screen+shot+2011-04-29+at+22.38.22.png" width="320" /></a></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</div><div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;">It's today. The day for you to decide. What topic to write about for your dissertation to work out during the 'summer holidays'? I know I have been passionate about death&architecture since last studio 4 but is it the right path for me to choose it and bring it to the next level? Seriously, I'm at my doubting stage right now. Is my dissertation going to the underworld or am I going to die on my dissertation?</div><div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
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Or maybe daily exercise is the only way?Jonathan aka Lil' Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-60708482784772097162011-04-25T19:00:00.003+01:002011-04-25T19:37:11.272+01:00風鈴. 建築家 ・ 伊東豊雄氏<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6rNZpYck5dw?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="500"></iframe><br />
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His still amazing as always! OK! Start stalking his tour dates!<br />
I must go to his concert!!!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">有些事, 流浪过才会懂</div><div style="text-align: justify;">原来每颗心都有个洞</div><div style="text-align: justify;">找不到真爱, 会一直寂寞</div><div style="text-align: justify;">一定会有一个人在等</div><div style="text-align: justify;">相遇前, 还要翻越多少山丘</div><div style="text-align: justify;">花别谢太快, 请你等等我</div><div style="text-align: justify;">路上相爱的人那么多</div><div style="text-align: justify;">会幸福吗, 在什么时候?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">忍着痛也愿意往下走</div><div style="text-align: justify;">不快乐至少, 要有梦</div>Jonathan aka Lil' Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-31791664838566671982011-04-20T20:32:00.002+01:002011-04-23T05:10:06.182+01:00Le Petit Prince<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://daddytypes.com/archive/petit_prince_renard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://daddytypes.com/archive/petit_prince_renard.jpg" width="253" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It started with a young boy that draws pictures with his imagination. He shows them to the adults but they spurn them and the boy decided to abandon the drawings and grow up. He decided to become a pilot and eventually crashed into the Sahara desert and met a Prince.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The prince is from the a planet named B-612 with the size of a house which has three volcanoes and a rose among various other objects. The prince spends his days caring his little planet by constantly removing Boaboa tree roots that will destroy his planet. The prince fell in love with a rose that grew in his planet. It appears to not return his love due to her vain nature. Soon, he left to see what the rest of the universe is like and visited six other planets numbered 325-330. Each of the planets inhabited by an adult. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">First was the <b>King</b>. He could 'control' the stars but only ordering them to do what they would do anyway. He relates this to his citizens, it is the citizens' duty to obey but if only the demands are reasonable. He ordered the prince to leave as his ambassador. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Next was the <b>Conceited Man</b>. He wants to be admired by everyone but lives alone on his planet. He couldn't hear anything that is not a compliment.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The third is a <b>Drunkard</b>. He drinks to forget that he is ashamed for drinking.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Then came along the <b>Businessman</b>, who is constantly busy counting the stars he thinks he owns. He wishes to use them to buy more stars. The prince then goes on to claim his property. The prince owns the flower and volcanoes on his planet because he cares for them and they care for him, but because one cannot maintain the stars or be of use to them, the Businessman cannot own them.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Fourth planet is inhabited by the <b>Lamplighter</b> which the planet rotates once per minute. Long ago, he was assigned to light the lamp at night and extinguish it in the morning. At that time, the planet rotates at a reasonable rate and he was able to rest but the planet slowly speed up through time. The Lamplighter refuse to let go of his responsibility and he lights and extinguishes the lamp once a minute without any rest. The prince pities the Lamplighter as he is the only person he has met who cares about something other than himself. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The <b>Geographer </b>stays in the first planet who spends all his time making maps and never leaves his desk to examine anywhere and thinks that it is a job of an explorer to investigate. The Geographer doubts all explorer's character and would disregard their reports. He does not trust the things he has not seen with his own eyes but yet will not leave his desk. He asked the prince to describe his planet. The prince told him about the volcanoes and the rose. The Geographer said "We do not record flowers because they are only ephemeral". The prince was hurt to learn that his rose will someday be gone. The Geographer then recommends the prince to visit Earth. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So the seventh planet was the Earth. On the Earth, he started out in the desert and meets a snake that claims to have the power of sending anyone he wishes back to the land from whence he came. He asked the snake, "Where are the men? It is a little lonely in the desert". "It is also lonely among men", the snake replied him. The prince meets a desert-flower, who having seen a caravan pass by, tells him that there are only a handful of men on Earth and that they have no roots, which lets the wind blow them around making life hard on them.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The little prince climbs the highest mountain he has ever seen. From the top of the mountain, he hopes he will see the whole planet and find people, but he sees only a desolate landscape. When the prince calls out, his echo answers him, and he mistakes it for the voices of humans. He thinks Earth is unnecessarily sharp and hard, and he finds it odd that the people of Earth only repeat what he says to them.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Eventually, the prince comes upon a whole row of rosebushes, and is downcast because he thought that his rose was the only one in the whole universe. He begins to feel that he is not a great prince at all, as his planet contains only three tiny volcanoes and a flower he now thinks of as common. He lies down in the grass and weeps.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHt6hbakIKjG8oifSyqS2seqk1h22QtVzeKAKwucSD5YvjCIzNkQ1tMnsRDnpWwjHNTXc52pYJqrVmqFBIg2WhfnDpm0eLYib4aLM9PUvlDp-GrTrQ_M8g4bca3h2fARushE2X0g/s1600/kb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="118" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHt6hbakIKjG8oifSyqS2seqk1h22QtVzeKAKwucSD5YvjCIzNkQ1tMnsRDnpWwjHNTXc52pYJqrVmqFBIg2WhfnDpm0eLYib4aLM9PUvlDp-GrTrQ_M8g4bca3h2fARushE2X0g/s200/kb.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: auto;">The prince then meets and tames a fox, who explains to the prince that his rose is unique and special, because she is the one whom he loves. The fox bid farewell and told the prince his secret. "It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye."</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The prince then meets a railway switchman and a merchant. The switchman tells the prince how passengers constantly rush from one place to another aboard trains, never satisfied with where they are and not knowing what they are after, only the children amongst them bothering to look out of the windows. The merchant tells the prince about his product, a pill which eliminates thirst and is therefore very popular, saving people fifty-three minutes a week; the prince replied that he would use the time to walk and find fresh water.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">At the end, the pilot is dying of thirst in the desert but he and the prince found a well. After some thought, the prince bids an emotional farewell to the pilot. Explaining to him that while it will look as though he has died, he has not, but rather that his body is too heavy to take with him to his planet. He tells the pilot that it was wrong of the pilot to come and watch, as it will make him sad. The prince allows the snake to bite him and the next morning, when the pilot went looking for the prince, he finds the prince's body has disappeared.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">屬於我的</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">嗎?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">如果我趕追求, 我就敢擁有嗎?</span></div>Jonathan aka Lil' Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-6409086751673678682011-04-07T04:15:00.008+01:002011-04-07T04:24:01.236+01:00Home...<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">I'm </span>not feeling homesick for once. I was so concentrated on my work, only measurements appeared. Then, I found my mind floating through Ikea and Curve spaces. I don't know. I don't really miss it as I rarely go to those places. It's more likely a walkthrough thought. I don't know. Maybe I need some sleep.</div>Jonathan aka Lil' Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-53311896970534687362011-04-06T00:27:00.000+01:002011-04-25T19:35:58.878+01:00Stop bugging me!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.hji.co.uk/blogs/pictures/Cutting-hair-with-scissors.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.hji.co.uk/blogs/pictures/Cutting-hair-with-scissors.jpg" width="162" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Sigh</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">, It's about my hair again. I've used to maintain my hair once a month but it's too expensive to maintain it here. The only thing I can do is to have a decent hair cut once in every few months. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">It's either I trim my own hair or with the help of my friends. It's always simple trimming until I caused disaster to myself <a href="http://jojojon.blogspot.com/2011/02/sigh-its-so-fabulous.html">last febuary</a>. This is the Seventh month and I have not been to any hairdresser.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I've always said to myself, go to the Japanese hairstylist in London cz only Asians knows Asian's hair the best. (that's from asian forums about bad haircuts from the ......*ahem*)</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">It's £35 per haircut this time. That is like RM173 PER HAIRCUT!! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Normally, I'll go for RM15 per haircut max and now?? RM173!?!?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">The question is.... Should I?</span></div></div><div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: VERDANA, ARIAL, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;">無料で遊べるのはここまでですが、</span></div><div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: VERDANA, ARIAL, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;">DLCで他の曲を購入することが出来ます。</span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: VERDANA, ARIAL, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;">どれも5曲入って600円!!</span></span></div>Jonathan aka Lil' Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-34332172133375788932011-04-03T14:53:00.001+01:002011-04-03T14:54:21.564+01:00探る日本 iTunes App Store<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYdIWdXbKAjJoVz-gtxEBhFxx9MM10-65h7n83V9pR9YgnCEPrpE33p8kafK-YQlA-XtB9uXPNHBEIS-5q7uLvuRnwXkH1LAQYKk8zCVuEuv_rq6liakmhe5wxsaiEXNVAlv0/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-04-03+at+14.20.06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="125" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYdIWdXbKAjJoVz-gtxEBhFxx9MM10-65h7n83V9pR9YgnCEPrpE33p8kafK-YQlA-XtB9uXPNHBEIS-5q7uLvuRnwXkH1LAQYKk8zCVuEuv_rq6liakmhe5wxsaiEXNVAlv0/s200/Screen+shot+2011-04-03+at+14.20.06.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Jonathan aka Lil' Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-7766897933775896362011-04-01T16:53:00.008+01:002011-04-23T05:12:02.553+01:00Oh no you din't girl!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWSWORaz-fwFw83LAjvuPqsIDuXlNiyKDCGiJ_PpLaS1sYtF1BUjg780FJzs2eKKsSxrkQ8H28Lx6-uR41PwNheSR8gKXC5cfgnTYWr2GoCsh74_YjbDLm-tus5nZJ1JcZvj0/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-04-01+at+16.49.50.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="340" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWSWORaz-fwFw83LAjvuPqsIDuXlNiyKDCGiJ_PpLaS1sYtF1BUjg780FJzs2eKKsSxrkQ8H28Lx6-uR41PwNheSR8gKXC5cfgnTYWr2GoCsh74_YjbDLm-tus5nZJ1JcZvj0/s400/Screen+shot+2011-04-01+at+16.49.50.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;">B*TCH! I KNOW U F$@#^@#(^@#*&@^%#ckin stole my shirt!! It was in the my shopping bag!! I'm taking the S and XS size and YOU stole my S size and paid. IT'S NOW SOLD OUT!!! </div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;">I BELIEVE IN KARMA B*TCH!! You betta watch your back when you're out in the streets with the shirt. I'm gonna run over a pile of dirty petrol water and freakin stain your F&@#kin shirt!</div></div>Jonathan aka Lil' Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-37135400159571576362011-03-30T00:20:00.010+01:002011-04-23T05:10:42.844+01:00With wings and fly!Sometimes I wish I have the freedom of speech...<br />
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I could say whatever I want,<br />
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Just express whatever I felt like it,<br />
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Shoot needles aimlessly.<br />
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But no.<br />
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For the sake of being nice.<br />
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(Lame excuse... I know...)Jonathan aka Lil' Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-21448787180225281262011-03-04T04:32:00.002+00:002011-04-23T05:10:06.182+01:00丑很多的時候,<br />
我們覺得生活裡頭都希望有一個丑角,<br />
但是丑角為甚麼要叫小丑,<br />
丑角這個名字,<br />
對很多人來講,<br />
好像不是一個好聽的名字,<br />
但是他帶給你歡樂。<br />
<br />
可是你的歡樂,<br />
是建築在他的痛苦上面,<br />
但對每個丑角來講,<br />
他都有個夢,<br />
就是想讓你高興。<br />
<br />
我有時都很享受做個丑角,<br />
就是人生的那麼一小點的犧牲,<br />
可以帶給身邊的人快樂,<br />
可帶給他人歡笑的回憶,<br />
我就很滿足了。Jonathan aka Lil' Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218589.post-68802606649063715342011-02-26T01:06:00.002+00:002011-04-07T04:25:30.288+01:00Sigh... It's so Fabulous!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilBhj6c73mL7oksHRVXFm6woSrEqopqSc4yVV8sAULak8Fq_fJUfbVBBJTBwZ786XIDRPl-Z9v9b_t3BuOQ1ux0nSeqPtrTDGurcjJghFIuRIYKvX-iIe9kJawj2G68ZjJ9Ao/s1600/IMG_3948.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilBhj6c73mL7oksHRVXFm6woSrEqopqSc4yVV8sAULak8Fq_fJUfbVBBJTBwZ786XIDRPl-Z9v9b_t3BuOQ1ux0nSeqPtrTDGurcjJghFIuRIYKvX-iIe9kJawj2G68ZjJ9Ao/s320/IMG_3948.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">This is what triggered me. Been having this trouble since I've arrived. I can't live without blow drying my after shower. It just happens. I did it on purpose last night and it got tangled up again. But this by far, is the worst situation ever.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I've noticed my wig while looking at my Europe trip pictures and there, my itchy hands. Next thing you know, I started trimming the back hair.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">AND............. DISASTER......</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Bald...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It's 11pm and I've made a superhero call. She smoked screen here and she had her ninja scissors and Shurikens .... Trim Trim Trim and came along a DJ + VJ + Performer.</div><br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and I survived!!</div>Jonathan aka Lil' Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02627162952875192279noreply@blogger.com0