<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883225863740034316</id><updated>2011-08-01T10:16:48.650-07:00</updated><category term='I just gotta learn life the hard way.'/><category term='I will keep that in mind.'/><category term='you are my sweetest sin. it ended.'/><category term='P.S I Love You'/><category term='10082008 I am sorry.'/><category term='I will always remember loving you.'/><category term='I long to be in your arms. To feel the warmth of your hug and get the assurance that I need. I want your undivided attention.'/><category term='A little effort goes a long way. Jiayou Felicia.'/><category term='I am the &apos;zzz&apos; in your life now and also in time to come'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='What I was to you was the best that I could be.'/><category term='kidd is a total enigma.'/><category term='Shopping Spree and FOOOOOD'/><title type='text'>new</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>whatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01473354368772202888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883225863740034316.post-4011252153894416196</id><published>2009-11-12T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T22:59:33.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/Sv0Dh4-ZVQI/AAAAAAAABIQ/BfvY409z3UM/s1600-h/tumblr_kpsw08DNcs1qzt1svo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403479008679122178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/Sv0Dh4-ZVQI/AAAAAAAABIQ/BfvY409z3UM/s320/tumblr_kpsw08DNcs1qzt1svo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought to you by;&lt;br /&gt;Kidd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883225863740034316-4011252153894416196?l=juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/4011252153894416196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883225863740034316&amp;postID=4011252153894416196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/4011252153894416196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/4011252153894416196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/2009/11/once-again-brought-to-you-by-kidd.html' title=''/><author><name>whatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01473354368772202888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/Sv0Dh4-ZVQI/AAAAAAAABIQ/BfvY409z3UM/s72-c/tumblr_kpsw08DNcs1qzt1svo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883225863740034316.post-4989526905356631068</id><published>2008-09-25T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T04:56:47.789-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I will keep that in mind.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am the &apos;zzz&apos; in your life now and also in time to come'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Cuz you leave me speechless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;When you talk to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;You leave me breathless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;The way you look at me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;You manage to disarm me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;My soul is shining through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Can't help but surrender &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;My everything to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/SNt5KrRhB7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/X1qEE0Dek5c/s1600-h/Photo0088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249923014952290226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/SNt5KrRhB7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/X1qEE0Dek5c/s320/Photo0088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She made me take picture with her when I was busy eating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/SNt5OQASOTI/AAAAAAAAAxI/DJwtTlp42oE/s1600-h/Photo0089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249923076351736114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/SNt5OQASOTI/AAAAAAAAAxI/DJwtTlp42oE/s320/Photo0089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the pictures taken with my long lost pal, met her at the ITE Dialogue session with CE Graduands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess this will be the last entry I am gonna post here in this blog. I wanna leave this as memories for me to look back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many times I wish I could revert to my old ways, but truth is &lt;strong&gt;IF&lt;/strong&gt; the old is &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; gone, the new &lt;em&gt;won't&lt;/em&gt; come. And this is what you call harsh reality. We'll meet in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quite troubled lately. Because I have been trying to keep myself occupied and leading the life I used to lead. And so it came as no surprise that I am back in school team and the sian thing is I am gonna be playing in the first team. Which means it's gonna be experience players going out to compete with other campuses. The thing with my school now is that we are gonna be sending out 2 teams. Meaning it's likely to be the case whereby one strong is stronger than the other. How I wish that I can be in the lousy or rather in the team playing with inexperience players. But apparently that's not the case and I feel so uncomfortable feeling so confuse. I want an answer to my confusion. I seriously dread being in team 1. I have always felt good in team 1 but truth is I never perform well and I don't improve. Sigh. I can't help but to dwell on why am I the one being chosen to be in team 1 than to be in team 2. Seriously. I don't know how I can improve the situation or turn the whole thing around. :( Readers, please advise me what to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got a problem and I don’t know what to do about it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if I did, I don’t know if I would quit but I doubt it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m taken by the thought of it, and I know this much is true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Baby, you have become my addiction, I’m so strung out on you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883225863740034316-4989526905356631068?l=juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/4989526905356631068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883225863740034316&amp;postID=4989526905356631068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/4989526905356631068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/4989526905356631068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/2008/09/cuz-you-leave-me-speechless-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>whatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01473354368772202888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/SNt5KrRhB7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/X1qEE0Dek5c/s72-c/Photo0088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883225863740034316.post-3862768232836385919</id><published>2008-09-18T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T21:26:47.056-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kidd is a total enigma.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;What Layhui Means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. You have the classic "Type A" personality.You are a free spirit, and you resent anyone who tries to fence you in.You are unpredictable, adventurous, and always a little surprising.You may miss out by not settling down, but you're too busy having fun to care.You are truly an original person. You have amazing ideas, and the power to carry them out.Success comes rather easily for you... especially in business and academia.Some people find you to be selfish and a bit overbearing. You're a strong person.You are a very lucky person. Things just always seem to go your way.And because you're so lucky, you don't really have a lot of worries. You just hope for the best in life.You're sometimes a little guilty of being greedy. Spread your luck around a little to people who need it.You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to my niece, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Qingye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;Well,  whether is it true or does it make sense, is for you to perceive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more pics, check this out. The &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;most unglam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; moment in my lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/album/567106818WgJGtK"&gt;http://good-times.webshots.com/album/567106818WgJGtK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883225863740034316-3862768232836385919?l=juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/3862768232836385919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883225863740034316&amp;postID=3862768232836385919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/3862768232836385919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/3862768232836385919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-layhui-means-you-are-relaxed-chill.html' title=''/><author><name>whatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01473354368772202888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883225863740034316.post-972946919784984587</id><published>2008-09-17T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T01:09:54.920-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I long to be in your arms. To feel the warmth of your hug and get the assurance that I need. I want your undivided attention.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;It's the hardest thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'll ever have to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;to look you in the eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;and tell you I don't love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;It's the hardest thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'll ever have to lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;to show no emotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;when you start to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This few days I am experiencing tooth ache and headache. It's killing me. The pain is just excruciating. Sigh. Bless me. I wanna look for a job to earn some pocket money. :( Any lobangs? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays here I come. Now I fred most is my darn IA result and my exams result. I seriously need to look for a job if not I need to sell my backside. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I do Cherish you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;For the rest of my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;You don't have to think twice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I will love you still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;From the depths of my soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;It's beyond my control &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I've waited so long to say this to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;If you're asking do I love you this much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883225863740034316-972946919784984587?l=juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/972946919784984587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883225863740034316&amp;postID=972946919784984587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/972946919784984587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/972946919784984587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-hardest-thing-ill-ever-have-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>whatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01473354368772202888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883225863740034316.post-8801564642677128314</id><published>2008-09-13T22:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T22:44:56.460-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P.S I Love You'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally exam is over. What's next? Rush through report and presentation for Monday. Training and sourcing for job to earn a lil income to support myself. And yes, of course not to forget Word For Life. :) Just went for a run over at Bedok reservoir park this morning. Afterwhich went to Tampines Long John with Yvonne. And I've watched the show called The days. Well it's a typical ah beng show. Show was alright except the fact that the show ended quite &gt;.&lt;. I don't know what word to use. That's all for now. I am having some fun to have an atomic attack of LS-in session. Laughs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883225863740034316-8801564642677128314?l=juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/8801564642677128314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883225863740034316&amp;postID=8801564642677128314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/8801564642677128314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/8801564642677128314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/2008/09/finally-exam-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>whatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01473354368772202888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883225863740034316.post-5810513911909975286</id><published>2008-09-13T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T22:23:28.725-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10082008 I am sorry.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I lie on my bed at night and pray,&lt;br /&gt;that you will think of me.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;s&gt;cry&lt;/s&gt; until my eyelids close,&lt;br /&gt;and dream -- eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake to sunlight on my face,&lt;br /&gt;for a moment I forget.&lt;br /&gt;Then a cloud passes by,&lt;br /&gt;and I realize, this is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry on throughout the day,&lt;br /&gt;feigning joy, and feeling pain.&lt;br /&gt;I long to gaze upon your face,&lt;br /&gt;and share a smile, an embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day is drawing to an end,&lt;br /&gt;and still I think of you.&lt;br /&gt;I try to relax, yet in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I lay me down to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;I pray the Lord, my soul will keep.&lt;br /&gt;And should you chance to think of me,&lt;br /&gt;know that I love you -- eternally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COPYRIGHTED, &lt;em&gt;Kidd&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883225863740034316-5810513911909975286?l=juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/5810513911909975286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883225863740034316&amp;postID=5810513911909975286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/5810513911909975286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/5810513911909975286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-lie-on-my-bed-at-night-and-pray-that.html' title=''/><author><name>whatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01473354368772202888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883225863740034316.post-7142081185138531150</id><published>2008-09-11T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T07:02:37.884-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you are my sweetest sin. it ended.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Teardrops On My Guitar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so &lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt; won't see&lt;br /&gt;That I want and I need everything that &lt;s&gt;we&lt;/s&gt; should be&lt;br /&gt;I'll bet he's beautiful, that boy &lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt; talks about&lt;br /&gt;And he's got everything that I have to live without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew talks to me, I laugh cause it's so damn funny&lt;br /&gt;That I can't even see anyone when &lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt;'s with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She&lt;/strong&gt; says &lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt;'s so in love, &lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt;'s finally got it right,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if &lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt; knows &lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt;'s all I think about at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She&lt;/strong&gt;'s the reason for the teardrops on my guitar&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She&lt;/strong&gt;'s the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do&lt;br /&gt;Drew walks by me, can &lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt; tell that I can't breathe?&lt;br /&gt;And there he goes, so perfectly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kind of flawless I wish I could be&lt;br /&gt;He'd better hold her tight, give &lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt; all his love&lt;br /&gt;Look in those beautiful eyes and know he's lucky cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I drive home alone, as I turn out the light&lt;br /&gt;I'll put &lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt; picture down and maybe&lt;br /&gt;Get some sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She&lt;/strong&gt;'s the reason for the teardrops on my guitar&lt;br /&gt;The only one who's got enough of me to break my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She&lt;/strong&gt;'s the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She&lt;/strong&gt;'s the time taken up, but there's never enough&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt;'s all that I need to fall into..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so &lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt; won't see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883225863740034316-7142081185138531150?l=juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883225863740034316.post-7535820995978382253</id><published>2008-09-06T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T09:40:38.274-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I will always remember loving you.'/><title type='text'>P.S I LOVE YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Friend that you've Outgrown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the friend that you've outgrown,&lt;br /&gt;The one whose name is left unknown.&lt;br /&gt;The one who wiped away your tears,&lt;br /&gt;And sought to hold your hand,&lt;br /&gt;When others turned the other way,&lt;br /&gt;No beginning, just an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the one you turned to,&lt;br /&gt;The one that you called friend.&lt;br /&gt;She laughed with you, she cried with you,&lt;br /&gt;And felt it was her duty,&lt;br /&gt;To remind you of your worth,&lt;br /&gt;And all your inner beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When others' eyes could only dwell,&lt;br /&gt;Upon your exposed outer shell.&lt;br /&gt;They saw a fat girl steeped in braces,&lt;br /&gt;Not seeing you they turned their faces.&lt;br /&gt;But she was there to whisper,&lt;br /&gt;When others didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She held your secrets in her heart,&lt;br /&gt;That friends like you could share.&lt;br /&gt;You never had to be alone,&lt;br /&gt;But now she is, 'cause  you've outgrown&lt;br /&gt;Her for those others whose laughs you share,&lt;br /&gt;As you run carefree through the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time has eased your form and face,&lt;br /&gt;But she's the one who knew your grace&lt;br /&gt;When those who you now call your friend&lt;br /&gt;Saw no beginning...  only end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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YOU'/><author><name>whatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01473354368772202888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883225863740034316.post-4401794852125493198</id><published>2008-09-03T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T07:59:55.860-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping Spree and FOOOOOD'/><title type='text'>Malaysia Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/SL6mM1tCV5I/AAAAAAAAAw4/_rk_5FwgKkU/s1600-h/DSC00024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241809755810453394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/SL6mM1tCV5I/AAAAAAAAAw4/_rk_5FwgKkU/s320/DSC00024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883225863740034316-4401794852125493198?l=juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/4401794852125493198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883225863740034316&amp;postID=4401794852125493198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/4401794852125493198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/4401794852125493198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/2008/09/malaysia-trip.html' title='Malaysia Trip'/><author><name>whatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01473354368772202888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/SL6mM1tCV5I/AAAAAAAAAw4/_rk_5FwgKkU/s72-c/DSC00024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883225863740034316.post-6286400745914261047</id><published>2008-09-03T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T07:54:42.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time for pictures. :D good time to reminisce. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/SL6LWxhc1fI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/W2TsVBLsWVI/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241780239672858098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/SL6LWxhc1fI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/W2TsVBLsWVI/s320/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is damn long ago. like when I was in sec 1 or 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/SL6KDYXEktI/AAAAAAAAAu4/Y4_AzMzE2d0/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241778806989296338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/SL6KDYXEktI/AAAAAAAAAu4/Y4_AzMzE2d0/s320/b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My first year in ITE. Was awarded 'Course Medal Award".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/SL6KfomitlI/AAAAAAAAAvA/95OI_fIPQZ0/s1600-h/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241779292385490514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/SL6KfomitlI/AAAAAAAAAvA/95OI_fIPQZ0/s320/c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Graduating certificate in 2006. Completed Nitec in Office Skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/SL6LArQ59EI/AAAAAAAAAvI/9sgKWtLSbn4/s1600-h/d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241779860035728450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/SL6LArQ59EI/AAAAAAAAAvI/9sgKWtLSbn4/s320/d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A better view. Close up picture. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&amp;amp; now time for entertainment. HAHA! sit back relax. LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hot stuff! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/SL6L-L9oXCI/AAAAAAAAAvo/8JtktNo8XSc/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241780916785273890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/SL6L-L9oXCI/AAAAAAAAAvo/8JtktNo8XSc/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/SL6LzpvrKBI/AAAAAAAAAvY/cNc1-HIcMWM/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241780735801239570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/SL6LzpvrKBI/AAAAAAAAAvY/cNc1-HIcMWM/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/SL6MH3w73tI/AAAAAAAAAvw/V_Db3ejtr4A/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241781083162009298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/SL6MH3w73tI/AAAAAAAAAvw/V_Db3ejtr4A/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/SL6MV8yDSzI/AAAAAAAAAwA/lxmT0eqQ7m0/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241781325027035954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/SL6MV8yDSzI/AAAAAAAAAwA/lxmT0eqQ7m0/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/SL6MRkTi-hI/AAAAAAAAAv4/LUAl4-Jgrfs/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241781249737161234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/SL6MRkTi-hI/AAAAAAAAAv4/LUAl4-Jgrfs/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/SL6N7et3JbI/AAAAAAAAAwI/CRU63xHMgFM/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241783069303055794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/SL6N7et3JbI/AAAAAAAAAwI/CRU63xHMgFM/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;All these sexaye pictures were taken back then in 2006. When I was being 'sabotage' to go join &lt;u&gt;Mr and Miss ITE&lt;/u&gt;. And just by looking at the last picture you would know how GREATTT I felt. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/SL6jxl84TvI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/VVWqpBcUl3g/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241807088702213874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/SL6jxl84TvI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/VVWqpBcUl3g/s320/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/SL6kD6heo0I/AAAAAAAAAwY/painSxbwgGU/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241807403462075202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/SL6kD6heo0I/AAAAAAAAAwY/painSxbwgGU/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/SL6kUuInt_I/AAAAAAAAAwg/ht-NGWDk0hQ/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241807692194363378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/SL6kUuInt_I/AAAAAAAAAwg/ht-NGWDk0hQ/s320/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/SL6kvpX38SI/AAAAAAAAAwo/eCFwUXa_rnE/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241808154772631842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/SL6kvpX38SI/AAAAAAAAAwo/eCFwUXa_rnE/s320/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/SL6k6Fqvr4I/AAAAAAAAAww/SZ6Z6KlVdfs/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241808334166667138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/SL6k6Fqvr4I/AAAAAAAAAww/SZ6Z6KlVdfs/s320/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883225863740034316-6286400745914261047?l=juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/6286400745914261047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883225863740034316&amp;postID=6286400745914261047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/6286400745914261047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/6286400745914261047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/2008/09/time-for-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>whatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01473354368772202888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/SL6LWxhc1fI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/W2TsVBLsWVI/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883225863740034316.post-5030123432978631509</id><published>2008-08-28T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T22:15:51.597-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A little effort goes a long way. Jiayou Felicia.'/><title type='text'>Aspiring to be the top student; kidd.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I know I have been through it, and I tell myself I won't go back to where I came from anymore. A promise made to myself. So, if I were to break it, I would be really disappointment to no one but myself. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I study, my understanding is there. But somehow in one way or another, I’ll feel scared and shocked by the kinda questions that is likely to come out. Let’s just take for example, I am expected to sit for a paper that comprises of Section A, B and C. What makes the paper seems difficult is the section B and C. Why? Simply because normally section B are open ended questions and I have to expect like scenario based questions in section C in which I fear most cause there is like a total of 3 questions to choose from. I need to choose 2 outta the 3 that is given. Section A normally is the easiest to get by just that at times it will be really tricky and requires you to &lt;strong&gt;crack your brain cells&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha. This is what I realized about exams so far. Like since the time I stepped into ITE which is like about 2.5 years ago. Sometimes the question is quite straight to the point &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;BUT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; they will just twist and turn the question around to make it challenging. So its like kinda having ‘heart attack’. =x Lol. That’s why when it comes to exam its hard core 2 hours. -.-&lt;br /&gt;And anyway its really different from CA and exam. That kinda scariness I wanna get rid of now. Like NOWWWWWW! Really. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get back on track so that I will not be distracted or discourage by the surrounding or even the comment given by others. I wanna get my foundation and confidence ‘zai’ before anything else. And that’s all it matters now. I know well enough that after everything that has happened to me, I &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; lost. But &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; I am found. So I just wanna get myself back and be the person whom I used to be. :D and I am sure I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;In the times of trouble, I look up to you.&lt;br /&gt;In my weakness, you are my strength.&lt;br /&gt;I am renewed. Accepted and loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start to visualize myself as the top student. With the good grades, participation and commitment to my basketball training &amp;amp; tournaments, it will help to reflect better on my testimonial and leaving certificate. I wanna get scholarship that I used to get, the course medal award that I managed to get it &lt;em&gt;once&lt;/em&gt; in my 19 years of life last year, and most importantly Certificate Of Merit. I know its not gonna be easy but I am gonna fight hard in this race. And challenge against this challenge. ((:&lt;br /&gt;All in all I just wanna make &lt;em&gt;‘you’&lt;/em&gt; proud and setting a good example to the people around me and especially my nieces. :) I am gonna be a living testimony to those around me. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;PS: the ‘you’ that I am referring to is not just anyone in particular but generally. Like people who care, love and trust in me. Like those who will put a vote for me that they also think that I can be what I think I wanna be. (AHEM) Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what has happened to me, through the storm, I have learnt to be independent, &lt;u&gt;self love&lt;/u&gt;, and slightly more positive that before. So I suppose it is a great lesson to be learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hey readers, after reading such a long post, how do you feel? Inspired or motivated by me? Lol. Tag me I wanna hear from you. I need affirmation and encouragement to go further. Thanks to all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883225863740034316-5030123432978631509?l=juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/5030123432978631509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883225863740034316&amp;postID=5030123432978631509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/5030123432978631509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/5030123432978631509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/2008/08/aspiring-to-be-top-student-kidd.html' title='Aspiring to be the top student; kidd.'/><author><name>whatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01473354368772202888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883225863740034316.post-7516364058252161211</id><published>2008-08-27T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T23:02:56.278-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I just gotta learn life the hard way.'/><title type='text'>And it goes back to square.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Whatever that's pleasing to you, that's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to school. Feeling the excitement yet the stress at the same time. A lot of stuff for me to process and complete. Everything is coming to me and it never seems to be decreasing. :( Kinda sad to know that in life, certain point in life we face shit and what not, oh wells. On a lighter note, I am pleased to share this good news to everyone who is interested to know about my results. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Just got back my CA 1 and CA2 result.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;CA1 I scored 50/60 BUT by right it is only 49/50. I got second in class. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: You know why? Cause I am a &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;honest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; kid so I went to change my score. Laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Lost to my classmate by 2 points who scored 51/60. It's okay I told myself I am gonna work harder since I am capable of not bad results. hahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;CA2 I scored 54/60. &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; you know whatttt??!&lt;br /&gt;I got the highest. The feeling is awesome. Lol. I have always wanted to feel this way and finally I get to savour the taste of being the highest in class. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well this is not all. Cause I have got an ultimate exam paper on 11th September. =s&lt;br /&gt;I gotta start mugging like nuts and vomit everything out in the exam hall. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, just to share with you guys that my attachment experience is crap. Like totally. Seriously man. Oh come on, the people that I am working with is enough to kill my determination to complete my internship there. Not to talk about my other colleage who is also having her intership there. Sian loh. Imagine I have to crap and smoke through my Industrial Attachment report and presentation. It's gonna be like bullshit. Gonna carry their 'balls' so that they won't lose face. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quite sure that my report from the supervisor is gonna be hell bad. Cause of the way I handle things at work and of the bad experience I encountered. All in all, I am still thankful that I managed to come back to school to fulfill my attachment hours and work from there. My heart is full of gratitude. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just contemplating whether if I should go back for training cause its 6 more weeks to COMPETITION. haha. It is confirmed that we are gonna send out two teams. But currently we only have less than 20 committed players and that excludes me cause I was away from school for attachment. But I am gonna be returning to school soon. Please, tell me what to do. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; I am so &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;darn proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; of myself cause I completed &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;10km&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; run last Sunday at esplanade in conjunction with &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Army Half Marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Really an achievement to me. Hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883225863740034316-7516364058252161211?l=juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/7516364058252161211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883225863740034316&amp;postID=7516364058252161211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/7516364058252161211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/7516364058252161211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-it-goes-back-to-square.html' title='And it goes back to square.'/><author><name>whatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01473354368772202888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883225863740034316.post-3430446914600357999</id><published>2008-08-20T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T11:18:12.694-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What I was to you was the best that I could be.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Things we went through keep playing, tears keep rolling but you stopped caring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have to admit, that it's over. The memories and past keeps haunting me. I just can't help it but to think of you, us or having you on my mind. I hate it. I seriously do. I guess all I need now is for time to get over and place you at my parking slot. I have to learn and understand that you are no longer important to me anymore. You've said words to hurt me really deeply. I gotta be strong. I can't let all these that's happening to defeat me. I am more than a conqueror. I have to face this boldy and confidently. I can't believe whatever that is happening around me is just yet lies after lies. So much of a fairy tale, it's time for me to start a brand new life since you are better off without me. You have much better things to do and greater responsibilities to attend to. I am just nothing to you. I don't wish to think about you. Cause as much as you are moving on, I too hope that I will get there soon. I don't wanna dwell in this misery any longer. It's painful and torturing, I need to learn how to let go and to slowly erase whatever that I know of. My life would be better off if I know how to minor on the minor and major on the major.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's my fault, i can't help wanting to see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yours truly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883225863740034316-3430446914600357999?l=juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/3430446914600357999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883225863740034316&amp;postID=3430446914600357999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/3430446914600357999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/3430446914600357999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/2008/08/things-we-went-through-keep-playing.html' title=''/><author><name>whatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01473354368772202888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883225863740034316.post-8850566057890699607</id><published>2008-08-14T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T07:59:21.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Simple Plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I'm Just A Kid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I woke up it was 7&lt;br /&gt;I waited till 11&lt;br /&gt;Just to figure out that no one would call&lt;br /&gt;I think I've got a lot of friends&lt;br /&gt;But I don't hear from them&lt;br /&gt;What's another night all alone&lt;br /&gt;When you're spending every day on your own&lt;br /&gt;And here it goes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I'm just a kid&lt;br /&gt;And life is a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a kid I know that it's not fair&lt;br /&gt;Nobody cares cause&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone and the world is having more fun than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;And maybe when the night is dead&lt;br /&gt;I'll crawl into my bed staring at these 4 walls again&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to think about the last time&lt;br /&gt;I had a good time&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's got somewhere to go &amp;amp; they're gonna leave me here on my own&lt;br /&gt;And here it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I'm just a kid&lt;br /&gt;And life is a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a kid I know that it's not fair&lt;br /&gt;Nobody cares cause&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone and the world is having more fun than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;Don't fit in with anybody&lt;br /&gt;How did this happen to me?&lt;br /&gt;Wide awake I'm bored &amp;amp; I can't fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;And every night is the worst night ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a kid&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a kid&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a kid&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a kid&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a kid&lt;br /&gt;And life is a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a kid&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's not fair&lt;br /&gt;Nobody cares cause&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone and the world is&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wants to be alone in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883225863740034316-8850566057890699607?l=juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/8850566057890699607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883225863740034316&amp;postID=8850566057890699607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/8850566057890699607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/8850566057890699607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/2008/08/simple-plan-im-just-kid-i-woke-up-it.html' title=''/><author><name>whatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01473354368772202888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883225863740034316.post-8229929781235093853</id><published>2008-08-14T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T05:51:12.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Lifehouse Whatever It Takes Lyrics &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;A strangled smile fell from your face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;It kills me that I hurt you this way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;The worst part is that I didn't even know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Now there's a million reasons for you to go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;But if you can find a reason to stay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I'll do whatever it takes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;To turn this around I know what's at stake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I know that I've let you down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;And if you give me a chance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Believe that I can change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I'll keep us together whatever it takes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;She said "If we're gonna make this work &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;You gotta let me inside even though it hurts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Don't hide the broken parts that I need to see" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;She said "Like it or not it's the way it's gotta be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;You gotta love yourself if you can ever love me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I'll do whatever it takes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;To turn this around I know what's at stake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I know that I've let you down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;And if you give me a chance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;And give me a break &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I'll keep us together, I know you deserve much better &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;But remember the time I told you the way that I felt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;That I'd be lost without you and never find myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Let's hold onto each other above everything else &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Start over, start over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I'll do whatever it takes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;To turn this around I know what's at stake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I know I've let you down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;And if you give me a chance and believe that I can change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I'll keep us together whatever it takes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883225863740034316-8229929781235093853?l=juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/8229929781235093853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883225863740034316&amp;postID=8229929781235093853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/8229929781235093853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/8229929781235093853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/2008/08/lifehouse-whatever-it-takes-lyrics.html' title=''/><author><name>whatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01473354368772202888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883225863740034316.post-3782331023878591591</id><published>2008-08-14T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:54:20.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Check &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;out. Heartfelt words, from me to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TEDDY GEIGER LYRICS &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For You I Will&lt;/em&gt; (Confidence)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wondering the streets, in a world underneath it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing seems to be, nothing tastes as sweet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As what I can't have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like you and the way that you're twisting your hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;round your finger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight I'm not afraid to tell you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What I feel about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and cannon ball into the water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For you I will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For you I will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forgive me if I stutter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From all of the clutter in my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cuz I could fall asleep in those eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like a water bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do I seem familiar, i've crossed you in hallways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a thousand times, no more camouflage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to be exposed, and not be afraid to fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And cannon ball into the water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For you I will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You always want what you can't have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I've got to try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For you I will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For you I will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For you I will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I could dim the lights in the mall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And create a mood I would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shout out your name so it echos in every room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's what I'd do, That's what I'd do to get through to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And cannon ball into the water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For you I will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You always want what you can't have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I've got to try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For you I will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For you I will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For you I will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For you I will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883225863740034316-3782331023878591591?l=juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/3782331023878591591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883225863740034316&amp;postID=3782331023878591591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/3782331023878591591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/3782331023878591591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/2008/08/check-this-out.html' title=''/><author><name>whatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01473354368772202888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883225863740034316.post-6651502032642463432</id><published>2008-08-14T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:43:16.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;My love for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;The day when you enter my life. Numerous scars carved on my mind, Turning up, down, left and right. Wondering what's with you inside. Let my sweat replace my tears, Let my sweat flow down my ears. For it has been so many months, Yet i still can't overcome my fear. How many months must I take to know? The mystery that is left unknown. Witnessing ths picture left unfold, Makes my heart turn a little cold. Knowing you wasn't meant to be. &lt;em&gt;Loving you was what i mean.&lt;/em&gt; Life without you has no meaning. or it's you I live my life daily. Over a range of thousand miles. When my face is holding a frown, Only you could make me smile. For you never fail to be my clown. Only you could make me whole, &lt;em&gt;The only person I want to hold&lt;/em&gt;. You make me so happy so bold. Sometimes just can't never be told. The day when you enter my life, You intruded me, my brain, my mind. Everytime you walk pass the line, My heart pumps quickly all the time. &lt;em&gt;Falling in love with you&lt;/em&gt;. Wasn't an infatuation. Being here with you, Ain't just a sensation. In order to love you, Takes me determination. But all I wanted, Was to enjoy this creation. So &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;please&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I beg you, Don't test my patience. As I need your love, So precious. I always wanted to tell you, How much I actually love you. But the day when you left me, Tore my heart completely. I can no longer find the love I lost. For this love didn't last for long. Since you chose to walk out on me, I guess i shall not appear nor be seen. I know it won't be easy for me, But I choose not to think about it. I told myself every day and night, I can make it! But the memories we had, Came running through me. All the past behaving like a movie screen, Replaying and playing like a non-stop hit. Somehow I feel so sleepy. Somehow I feel so cold. The pain stircken down me, Causes me to grow weary. I wish I could simple stop it! As it was driving me crazy. But at the end of the day, The nightmare is still in me. Refraining me from who I want to be, Makes my life taste salty. I feel so empty suddenly. As though no one is around me. The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;emptiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that nobody understand. The happiness that nobody could give. Revolving around the world &lt;em&gt;aimlessly&lt;/em&gt;. Oh no, where and who I want to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883225863740034316-6651502032642463432?l=juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/6651502032642463432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883225863740034316&amp;postID=6651502032642463432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/6651502032642463432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/6651502032642463432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-love-for-thee-day-when-you-enter-my.html' title=''/><author><name>whatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01473354368772202888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883225863740034316.post-7968055350914753584</id><published>2008-08-14T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:35:44.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I knew someday it would have to end. I knew eventually I would have to go back to calling you friend. It's killing me that now that day has come. If it's for the best then where is this pain from. I know deep inside that this is what I had to do, but it's breaking my heart to walk away from you. I'm trying my best to appear strong, but it's hard when part of me says that in your arms is where I belong. I still love you with all my heart, that's not going to change even though we're apart. There are so many of our special times I am going to miss. All the words I ever said or wrote still hold true. But for now from a distance is where I'll be loving you. I know i will still need you as a friend to help me through, because there are things you can't control that is hurting me. We both have issues no one knows of, neither of us had the strength to be true to our love. Maybe we will be together again if it was meant to be, but for now please don't stop loving me. Even though I'm not your girlfriend I'll still be here. With a shoulder to cry on or a sympathetic ear. The story of love can be quicker than the blink of an eye. But our story of won't be over until the day that we die; Until We Meet Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if you know or not. But I really do love you a lot. You still hold a special place in my heart. And you did, right from the start. But when **** came along and took your breath away, I was devastated and didn't know what to say. I spend my nights crying, time after time, I spent my days lying, saying I was fine. Little did you know, my heart was crushed inside, And on that day, a little of me died. But with ****, you look so in love 'Cause you are an angel from above. I now have to teach my heart to move on, For, you are now forever gone. But about one thing I am unsure: Why it can't be me, and not ****.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-frommetoyou-&lt;br /&gt;kidd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883225863740034316-7968055350914753584?l=juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/7968055350914753584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883225863740034316&amp;postID=7968055350914753584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/7968055350914753584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/7968055350914753584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-knew-someday-it-would-have-to-end.html' title=''/><author><name>whatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01473354368772202888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883225863740034316.post-1451808335381996464</id><published>2008-05-26T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T19:28:03.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Poof. Next week is gonna be my last week in school and poof I’ll be out for industrial attachment. Imagine the torture, shit-work, scoldings, lectures, and EXPERIENCE I get from being outta school. Hohoho. Oh wells. Anyway being its last week in school doesn’t sound as fun as it seems to. BECAUSE im having like 3 wonderful sweet thing. First up, class test two which comprises of 5 superb chapters. :D next up im having my Outdoor project dateline. Zzzz. Lastly im having my outdoor theory paper that comprises of 10 darn chapters. Imagine that. How I’m going to suffer and die in school. Lol. Tsk tsk tsk. That’s all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I’m sorry, I just don’t love you no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yes and you tagged without leaving me your link. hmph. tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883225863740034316-1451808335381996464?l=juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/1451808335381996464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883225863740034316&amp;postID=1451808335381996464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/1451808335381996464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/1451808335381996464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/2008/05/poof.html' title=''/><author><name>whatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01473354368772202888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883225863740034316.post-2331030675888313339</id><published>2008-05-24T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T20:05:33.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Class test 1 is just over. Next up, two weeks of school, 2nd class test and off I go for my attachment. Will be away for two months. Supposedly going to Asia Pacific Sport Management to become a Basketball Coach but apparently the head or big boss going overseas during that period of time thus leaving me with nothing to do, so I've got to think of plan B and i'm going to Tumble Tots to assist small kids. For more information, &lt;a href="http://www.tumbletots.com.sg/"&gt;www.tumbletots.com.sg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) I'm going out to study later but i don't know where to go and who to study with. So zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to talk about. =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883225863740034316-2331030675888313339?l=juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/2331030675888313339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883225863740034316&amp;postID=2331030675888313339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/2331030675888313339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/2331030675888313339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/2008/05/class-test-1-is-just-over.html' title=''/><author><name>whatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01473354368772202888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883225863740034316.post-7979799289717727407</id><published>2008-05-11T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T05:12:48.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have been really busy for the past 1 month. busy working and studying. But now that my life seems to be having a change around cause im back to balling. So schedule and time management would be a lil different. Life has been rocky as always but I really thank God for his blessing, guidance, blessings and miracle He worked in my life. Nevertheless it is time for me to pull up my socks. Have been feeling rather inadequate due to my results and the team. How I long to be outta this misery and un happiness, and I pray hard that it will be over soon. Pouts. Next week gonna have intensive training that’s gonna stretch from Monday to Friday. Mon and wed sch training, tues thurs combine trg and fri gym trg. Song bo? Haha. Im rushing project, presentation and powerpoint. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883225863740034316-7979799289717727407?l=juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/7979799289717727407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883225863740034316&amp;postID=7979799289717727407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/7979799289717727407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/7979799289717727407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/2008/05/have-been-really-busy-for-past-1-month.html' title=''/><author><name>whatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01473354368772202888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883225863740034316.post-3848389835180219542</id><published>2008-02-18T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T21:42:01.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;To:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;u reli dont share much with me but i do pray for u.there are a lot of things that i might not understand.cos i have not personally went thr it before.but you have a God who understands everything that u go thr. you might wonder why is everything in this manner.maybe u have told God that.You are so unfair.why isit that i dun have things that i wan.why isit that i lead such a life.God.y.God is not unfair.because He is still the same God that all of us have.He has the same love for all of us.same access of power for all of us.so it is not how we begin the race.but how we end the race.yes.your life might be in this manner now.but this is only now.how do you wan to end ur race? do you wan to end with joy and victory.or end it in unhappiness. i cannot further emphasize how great God is.He can turn ur defeat into a victory if you allow Him to.He can bless ur life tremendously.God is not a person who jus saves u from the world and gives u a place in heaven - fullstop. no.God is very concern of ur life on earth! He is very very concern about it.He wants to prosper u.strengthen you.mould you.change you.but before God can do all these things.u jus give up urself to Him.love God more.be commited to Him. u see.i cannot change the way you think.u decide if u wan to change the way u think.sometimes it is difficult to change how we think.but the Word of God can renew ur mind.when u being to accept the word of God into ur heart.believe it and apply it.ur life will not be the same.bad things can happen.but u will look at it differently! i dun noe if these are the things u will like to hear.but i really pray that you will begin to be planted into the house of God.because when u do that.your life will not remain the same.our Christian life is full of blessins.the bible tells us of so many wonderful blessins in our life.u can have those.bcoz u are a child of God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Felicia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883225863740034316-3848389835180219542?l=juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/3848389835180219542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883225863740034316&amp;postID=3848389835180219542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/3848389835180219542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/3848389835180219542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/2008/02/to-you-u-reli-dont-share-much-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>whatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01473354368772202888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883225863740034316.post-2757498865123489610</id><published>2008-02-18T21:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T21:23:19.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What would you do if every time you fell in love with someone you had to say good-bye?&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if every time you wanted someone they would never be there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if for every moment you were truly happy there would be 10 moments of sadness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if your best friend died tomorrow and you never got to tell them how you felt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you loved someone more than anything else and you could never have them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people live and some people die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I want to tell you I love you and you are a true friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I will always be here for you when and if you need me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I died tomorrow, you would be in my heart forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I be in yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be best friends one year, pretty good friends the next year, don't talk that often the next year, and don't want to talk at all the year after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I just wanted to say, even if I never talk to you again in my life, you are special to me and you have made a difference in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look up to you, respect you, and truly cherish you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let old friends know you haven't forgotten them, and tell new friends you never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, everyone needs a friend, someday you might feel like you have NO FRIENDS at all, just remember this e-mail and take comfort in knowing somebody out there cares about you and always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I L OV E MY FR IE ND S A L WA YS &amp;amp; FO R E V ER! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ABIGIAL!&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883225863740034316-2757498865123489610?l=juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/2757498865123489610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883225863740034316&amp;postID=2757498865123489610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/2757498865123489610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/2757498865123489610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-would-you-do-if-every-time-you.html' title=''/><author><name>whatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01473354368772202888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883225863740034316.post-3667744558829791227</id><published>2008-02-18T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T21:15:03.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Daddy's Poem&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her hair was up in a pony tail, her favourite dress tied with a bow. Today was Daddy's Day at school, and she couldn't wait to go.  &lt;br /&gt;But her mommy tried to tell her, that she probably should stay home. Why the kids might not understand, if she went to school alone  &lt;br /&gt;But she was not afraid;   she knew just what to say.   What to tell her classmates   of why he wasn't there today.  &lt;br /&gt;But still her mother worried,   for her to face this day alone.   And that was why once again,   she tried to keep her daughter home.  &lt;br /&gt;But the little girl went to school   eager to tell them all. About a dad she never sees  a dad who never calls.  &lt;br /&gt;There were daddies along the wall in back,   for everyone to meet.   Children squirming impatiently,   anxious in their seats.   One by one the teacher called   a student from the class.  To introduce their daddy,  as seconds slowly passed.  &lt;br /&gt;At last the teacher called her name,   every child turned to stare.   Each of them was searching,   for a man who wasn't there.  &lt;br /&gt;'Where's her daddy at?'   she heard a boy call out.   'She probably doesn't have one,'   another student dared to shout.  &lt;br /&gt;And from somewhere near the back,   she heard a daddy say,   'Looks like another deadbeat dad, too busy to waste his day.'  &lt;br /&gt;The words did not offend her,   as she smiled up at her Mom. And looked back at her teacher,  who told her to go on.  &lt;br /&gt;And with hands behind her back,   slowly she began to speak.   And out from the mouth of a child,   came words incredibly unique.  &lt;br /&gt;'My Daddy couldn't be here,   because he lives so far away.   But I know he wishes he could be,   since this is such a special day.  &lt;br /&gt;And though you cannot meet him,   I wanted you to know.   All about my daddy,   and how much he loves me so.  &lt;br /&gt;He loved to tell me stories   he taught me to ride my bike.   He surprised me with pink roses,   and taught me to fly a kite.  &lt;br /&gt;We used to share fudge sundaes,   and ice cream in a cone.   And though you cannot see him. I'm not standing here alone.  &lt;br /&gt;'Cause my daddy's always with me,   even though we are apart   I know because he told me,   he'll forever be in my heart'.  &lt;br /&gt;With that, her little hand reached up,   and lay across her chest.   Feeling her own heartbeat,   beneath her favorite dress.  &lt;br /&gt;And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads,   her mother stood in tears.   Proudly watching her daughter,   who was wise beyond her years.  &lt;br /&gt;For she stood up for the love   of a man not in her life.   Doing what was best for her, doing what was right.  &lt;br /&gt;And when she dropped her hand back down,   staring straight into the crowd.   She finished with a voice so soft,   but its message clear and loud.  &lt;br /&gt;'I love my daddy very much,   he's my shining star.   And if he could, he'd be here,   but heaven's just too far.  &lt;br /&gt;You see he was a policeman   and died just this past year When airplanes hit the towers  and taught Americans to fear.  &lt;br /&gt;But sometimes when I close my eyes,   it's like he never went away.'   And then she closed her eyes,   and saw him there that day.  &lt;br /&gt;And to her mothers amazement,   she witnessed with surprise.   A room full of daddies and children,   all starting to close their eyes.  &lt;br /&gt;Who knows what they saw before them,   who knows what they felt inside.   Perhaps for merely a second,   they saw him at her side.  &lt;br /&gt;'I know you're with me Daddy,'   to the silence she called out. And what happened next made believers,   of those once filled with doubt.  &lt;br /&gt;Not one in that room could explain it,   for each of their eyes had been closed.   But there on the desk beside her,   was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.  &lt;br /&gt;And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,   by the love of her shining star.   And given the gift of believing,  that heaven is never too far.  &lt;br /&gt;They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them.  &lt;br /&gt;Send this to the people you'll never forget, and remember to send it also to the person that sent   it to you. It's a short message to let them know   that you'll never forget them.  &lt;br /&gt;If you don't send it to anyone, it means you're   in a hurry and that you've forgotten your friends.  &lt;br /&gt;Take the time...to live and love!  &lt;br /&gt;Until eternity. God bless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883225863740034316-3667744558829791227?l=juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/3667744558829791227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883225863740034316&amp;postID=3667744558829791227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/3667744558829791227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/3667744558829791227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/2008/02/daddys-poem-her-hair-was-up-in-pony.html' title=''/><author><name>whatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01473354368772202888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883225863740034316.post-3871186804562581181</id><published>2008-02-18T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T21:08:43.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Read this, sad but touching.....&lt;br /&gt;Message: can any message be more touching than this?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Daniel: I guess we are the left overs in this world.&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine: I think so.. All of my friends have boyfriends &amp;amp; we are the only 2persons left in this world without any special someone in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: Yup! I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine: I know! We'll play a game.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: What game?&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine: I'll be your girlfriend for 30 days &amp;amp; you will be my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: That's a great plan in fact, I don't have anything to do for the following weeks.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DAY 1:They watched their first movie together &amp;amp; were both touched in the romantic film.&lt;br /&gt;DAY 4:They went to the beach &amp;amp; had a picnic...&lt;br /&gt;Daniel &amp;amp; Jasmine had their quality time together.&lt;br /&gt;DAY 12:Daniel invited Jasmine to a circus and they went to a Horror House..&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine was scaredand she tried to touch Daniel's hand but by accident she touched someone else's and they both laughed..&lt;br /&gt;DAY 14:They saw a fortune teller down the road and asked for their future. The fortune teller said: 'My darlings, please don't waste the time of your lives... spend your time together happily.' Then tears flow from the teller's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;DAY 20:Jasmine invited Daniel to go to the hill and they saw a meteor... Jasmine mumbled something.&lt;br /&gt;DAY 28:They rode on a bus and because of the bumpy road, Jasmine gave her first kiss to Daniel by accident.&lt;br /&gt;DAY 29: 11:37 pm Daniel &amp;amp; Jasmine were sitting in the park where they first decided to play this game...&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: I'm tired Jasmine... do you want any drinks? I'll buy you one.. I'll just go down the road..&lt;/p&gt;Jasmine: Apple juice would be fine,thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: Wait for me...20 minutes later... a stranger  approached Jasmine.&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Are you a friend of Daniel?&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine: Yes, why? What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: A reckless drunken driver ran over Daniel &amp;amp; he is critical in the hospital. 11:57pm The doctor came out from the emergency room &amp;amp; handed out an apple juice &amp;amp; a letter to Jasmine.&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: We found this in Daniel's pocket.Jasmine read the letter which says:&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine, this past few days, I realized you are really a cute girl &amp;amp; I am falling for you.. your cherished smile, your everything when we played this game.. &amp;amp; before this game ends, I would like you to be my girlfriend for the rest of mylife. I love you, Jasmine...Jasmine crumples the paper &amp;amp; shouted..'Daniel! I don't want you to die...I love you... Remember that night we saw a meteor? I mumbled something.. I wished that we would be together forever &amp;amp; never end this game. Please don't leave me, Daniel... I love you, you cannot do this to me&lt;br /&gt;Then the clock strikes 12 Daniel's heart stop pumping&lt;br /&gt;THEN IT WAS THE 30th DAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always love your loved ones &amp;amp; show them how you feel before it's too late.. You will never know when they will be gone from your embrace.. If you were given a time to bestow petals of everlasting compassion &amp;amp; love to your love ones, today is the day. Love them while they are still here...  &lt;a href="http://www.flamingtext.com/ymail.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flamingtext.com/ymail.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883225863740034316-3871186804562581181?l=juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/3871186804562581181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883225863740034316&amp;postID=3871186804562581181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/3871186804562581181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/3871186804562581181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/2008/02/read-this-sad-but-touching.html' title=''/><author><name>whatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01473354368772202888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883225863740034316.post-3443143307832148897</id><published>2008-02-18T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T21:03:11.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. &lt;br /&gt;Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.   It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.   That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual. On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. 'Really?' she heard whispered. 'I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!' and, 'I didn't know others liked me so much,' were most of the comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several years later, one of the students was killed in Viet Nam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.&lt;br /&gt;As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. 'Were you Mark's math teacher?' he asked. She nodded: 'yes.' Then he said: 'Mark talked about you a lot.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We want to show you something,' his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket '&lt;br /&gt;They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it.'&lt;br /&gt;Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him.&lt;br /&gt;'Thank you so much for doing that,'&lt;br /&gt;Mark's mother said. 'As you can see, Mark treasured it.' All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, 'I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck's wife said, 'Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album.''I have mine too,' Marilyn said. 'It's in my diary'&lt;br /&gt;Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. 'I carry this with me at all times,' Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: 'I think we all saved our lists'&lt;br /&gt;That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late.Remember, you reap what you sow. What you put into the lives of others comes back into your own.&lt;br /&gt;May Your Day Be Blessed As Special As You Are&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883225863740034316-3443143307832148897?l=juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/3443143307832148897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883225863740034316&amp;postID=3443143307832148897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/3443143307832148897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/3443143307832148897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-day-teacher-asked-her-students-to.html' title=''/><author><name>whatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01473354368772202888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883225863740034316.post-8921472616613831467</id><published>2008-02-18T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T20:56:42.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sometimes we just need to be reminded!  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A well-known speaker started off his seminar by: holding up a $20.00 bill&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; In the room of 200, he asked, 'Who would like this $20 bill?'  Hands started going up. He said, 'I am going to give this $20 to one of you but first, let me do this. He proceeded to crumple up the $20 dollar bill .   He then asked, 'Who still wants it?' Still the hands were up in the air. Well, he replied, 'What if I do this?' And he dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. He picked it up, now crumpled and dirty. 'Now, who still wants it?' Still the hands went into the air. My friends, we have all learned a very valuable lesson. No matter what I did to the money, you still wanted it because it did not decrease in value.&lt;br /&gt;It was still worth $20.&lt;br /&gt;Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that come our way. We feel as though we are worthless. But no matter what has happened or what will happen, you will never lose your value. Dirty or clean, crumpled or finely creased, you are still&lt;br /&gt;priceless to those who DO LOVE you. The worth of our lives comes not in what we do or who we know, but by WHO WE ARE and WHOSE WE ARE.   You are special   - Don't EVER forget it. You may never know the lives it touches, the hurting hearts it speaks to, or the hope that it can bring. Count your blessings, not your problems.   And remember: amateurs built the ark .... professionals built the Titanic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If God brings you to it - He will bring you through it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883225863740034316-8921472616613831467?l=juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/8921472616613831467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883225863740034316&amp;postID=8921472616613831467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/8921472616613831467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/8921472616613831467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/2008/02/sometimes-we-just-need-to-be-reminded.html' title=''/><author><name>whatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01473354368772202888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883225863740034316.post-2760423141834259240</id><published>2008-02-17T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T02:44:44.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Recently i'm quite down. Due to certain things that happened and the kinda disappointment I face time and again. But it's okay. I told myself that I gotta keep myself going. I must jiayou. ENDURE FELICIA! aizai. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;JUST A LITTLE BIT MORE! PUSSSSSSHHHH! GO GO GO!!!! STEADY POM BI BI. HEH HEH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just a little update. My life hasnt been really good. In a way I felt so stress and pekcek over certain things. And its really those little things that makes me so frustrated. Rah. To begin the week with an accusation by that woman at home is really sucha turn off. Like seriously. Super dumb and lame loh. -.- what happened was I was actually out having lunch over at my house nearby the coffee shop. And while eating I received 3 straight calls from just that woman. -rolls eye- first she called to ask if ive seen her pi pa gao around. I said no, I didnt touch it since the last time you allowed me to. (and I actually ask for permission before I take or consume anything that belongs to her) so I told her to check with my dad if he'd take it, drink it or seen it around. After that she called again the second time and said my dad didnt drink or see it around. So I asked if her husband has drink it or something. And she was so defensive and said no. so I was like erm.. ok loh. Cannot be my house got ghost or anyone that takes it without asking or whatever. So being the typical me with my damn clear conscious I said no I didnt take, drink or see it around. (nicely) and she started screaming scolding blaming and accusing me based on her ASSUMPTION. Like so nehneh la. Wapiang. Tell you how many times you dont understand is it? Tsk. And at that point of time when I was telling her all these I was still okay until after her ranting I said.. fine la if thats what you wanna think thats nothing I can do or say since I already told you the truth and you insist. I so pissed until I say aiya ok la. Next time anytink bad happens or anytink lost in future all BLAME IT ON ME, MY FAULT OK. -.-” and she continued blaberring. Whatever la. Then I just listen loh I damn tired of explaining already. Then after that, she happy already cause I was her guinea pig to hear her complaining. She hang up. She called the third time and I was like whatttttttttttttttt. (in a very nice way loh. ROARS) she said oh I found it already. -giggles- and I was like uhhhh. -rolls eye- then she said oh ok byebye. This is just the first accusation.&lt;br /&gt;Sometime this week, my dad called my cousin to complain about me using the house phone on one particular night till quite late. But it was only for awhile cause I started using the phone quite late also and it was around the time when my dad came home. So actually I was calling all my contacts to inform them about the upcoming MCG and stuff. And immediately the next day, sway sway the house phone bill is here. Tada. Its 300+ if im not wrong. Ya so I was accused yet again for using the phone for just that tiny little while. Like how funny? How can a few calls of mine actually adds up to 300+? plus if you were to know me well enough I dont use the phone very often and I pay my handphone bills myself. So it explains why at times im kinda bugget and all. My point is all along and all this while that woman was the one whos using the phone all day long. Every single day without fail. Outta 10 times 8 times I come home everyday she'd be on the phone. See how irritating this is? I told myself not to get pekcek or brood over this. But deep within me I really feel damn screwed. Sad. Disappointed. Accused to the core. I can feel the tears was just there. But I kept it all within me. I prayed about it. Cause I know theres nothing else that I could do to make me feel better other than praying. I submit all to God. I told God all about it. I asked him how and not why. And it just goes on.&lt;br /&gt;Third thing that happened was my irritating sister who never fails to piss me off, irritate, and get me into trouble. Never and I mean it. Sigh. -shake head- every weekend we are supposed to take turns to help out my dad at work in the market. We've agreed on her taking every sat me taking every sunday. And so this week she didnt come home and so that means she definitely wont be going to work the next day. My dad asked me to replace her on friday midnight I was like wth? Super last minute. And I detest it. Like seriously. But I thank God that even on that day I didnt replace her I didnt get scolded or screwed by my dad which I normally would cause of this favoritism that my dad has towards my sister. And to me is like haiya, im always the one whos at the losing end. As compared to my sister. The luxury she gets and the good life she can enjoy. But matter aside, my point is at least she make it a point to AT LEAST inform me in advance so I can make pre arrangement so I can cover her BUT she didnt so I just cant cancel off my plans so last minute-ly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream that my exams are over and that ive got really good results. Like 4 gpa again. Haha. So weird and funny right. Of course I really hope that this will come to past and ill be able to get good good results again. :D and I was so happy that the first person I shared my joy with was my cousin. It makes me feel so happy and overjoyed. =) but after I woke up I felt really stress, pressurize and scared. I was so overwhelmed by my nervousness. That kinda feeling sucks. But im not gonna based or rely on how I feel but what God can do in my life in the midst of all this that im going through and feeling. Hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;Im going to start working soon. Probably every tuesday and sunday. So yeah. Means it would be earning some extra pocket money for myself and learning to cope with both work, studies and church commitment.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway through all this shit thats happening and going through in my life, I know it happens for a reason. Cause God wouldnt allow something to happen without his consent. I may not understand or know the reasons as to why im going through all these, but im sure I would one day. Its just a matter of time. I'll trust in Him and wait for his timing. Not mine. Whatever I sow, I reap. I know that the results is gonna be great. So im gonna hang on, press on and not give up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isaiah 40:31&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I will wait upon the Lord and my strength will be renewed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Romans 8:37&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I am more than a conqueror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phil 4:19&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;All of my needs shall be met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 60:12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;With God I have the victory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matthew 16:19&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Whatever I bind on earth will be bound in heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matthew 19:21&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I have treasures stored up in heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"No temptation has seized you except what is common to man. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can stand up under it" (1 Corinthians 10:13). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has taught me to be contented with my simple, ordinary and short life. He has shown me the way to life. To lead my life to be fullest doesnt necessary have to be one thats very materialistic and all. Being happy and contented with just small little things is what im learning to live with now. Im thankful to God in every situation He has placed me in and put me through. All in all,&lt;br /&gt;Our God is an awesome God; He reigns from heaven above with wisdom, power, and love. Our God is an awesome God!&lt;br /&gt;Im blessed to be living my life as it is right now. Thank you Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My exams are nearing. Just one more month and thats it. Ive to prove my understanding and knowledge for this big exams. I really pray I can do well and be a salt and light to the people around me so that I can be a testimony to many. Hallelujah. All that I want is not for my own credit but to honour and glorify God. Bless me. It shall be done. =) AMEN. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Do keep me in prayer. My exams are from 10-13 March. Camp is here. YAY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883225863740034316-2760423141834259240?l=juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/2760423141834259240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883225863740034316&amp;postID=2760423141834259240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/2760423141834259240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/2760423141834259240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/2008/02/recently-im-quite-down.html' title=''/><author><name>whatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01473354368772202888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883225863740034316.post-7170807977540437375</id><published>2008-02-11T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T17:36:59.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To be honest, im still not feeling very good about yesterday. And I know that I gotta move on since its over. Whatever that’s being done cannot be undone. I should just move ahead and let bygones be bygones. I don’t know how to actually go about trying to forget everything that happened yesterday though. Every single minute, I’d be thinking and whatever that happens will just flashed through my mind. Its so painful and annoying. How I wish theres a faster way I can literally die. What the hell I don’t even know im so capable of being so emo bobo and even having such sucidal thoughts. But don’t worry. I’ll be fine. I just wanna get over this and seriously forget about this. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to find liping after school yesterday. And after that went to surprise aw over at her place. Haha I actually prank call her before letting her know but its no fun cause she can tell it was me. It goes something like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: hello, can I speak to Miss aw mei hong?&lt;br /&gt;Aw: ya, who’s this?&lt;br /&gt;Me: so you’re Ms aw right? Just to check with you have you submitted your forms and also paid up the $200 for your upcoming vietname trip?&lt;br /&gt;Aw: huh? What vietname trip? I not going. I didn’t sign up.&lt;br /&gt;Me: oh cause. Actually your lecturer nominated you from your class to go for it.&lt;br /&gt;Aw: but I never never.&lt;br /&gt;Me: okay never mind its ok. Anyway im Felicia. –burst out in laughter-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Lol. Thanks to liping keep laughing at me by the side watching me talking to aw. So after which we went amk to walk around, get some food and I wanted to get some honey water but it wasn’t open. And while walking, we (me, aw and liping) saw this wheelchair bound uncle. We helped him to the hawker cause we were on our way there. Cause that road that he was taking is rather steep. And it isn’t easy for him as he was alone. So yeah. We accompanied and helped him all the way to hawker and even sent him back. Literally la. He’s cool. Cause he still drive. Learn quite a few important stuff from him. He was so thankful to us and all. Ha. His name is uncle john yeo. Quite funny I’d say. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I’m in school blogging but its so boring cause my classmates and lecturers didn’t inform me that there isn’t class today. And I had to wake up and drag myself outtta so early in the morning I was really dead beat la. What the hell. Sigh, what a thing to start off in the morning. Sian. But nevermind la. I think its gonna be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I receive a message from liping that day. Kinda random, shocking and mushy. Lol. But anyway I do appreciate all that she has done and I felt really encouraged and thankful for her in my life. =)&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou liping. Continue to grow in the Lord yeah? Shepherd of mabel soon yeah. Aizai! You can do it. Mai kia. Overcome your fears and what have you, you can do it. Phillipians 4:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im having my pract test two later and after that my HRA presentation and im done with all this worries and nervousness. Rah. My big major exams are coming up in a months time. That’s pretty scary. But I gotta work hard, study hard and jiayou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Felicia. All the way for God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883225863740034316-7170807977540437375?l=juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/7170807977540437375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883225863740034316&amp;postID=7170807977540437375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/7170807977540437375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/7170807977540437375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/2008/02/to-be-honest-im-still-not-feeling-very.html' title=''/><author><name>whatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01473354368772202888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883225863740034316.post-9106946263926317976</id><published>2008-02-10T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T20:01:09.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh crap I just sorta finished my pratical exam in the Human Performance Lab. And guess what? Am feeling very vexed, frustrated and angry with no one but myself. I’m to blame. ): I rushed through it. Why? Simply because I gei kiang and went in to be the first few that was being tested and examine by my lecturers. What the hell. And its like one of the lecturers is not a module lecturer. So yeah. Im feeling all so sad, pekcek and screwed. I know this maybe the easiest thing or rather way to score or unleash my potential but somehow I just rushed it through, mess it all up. Im depressed. Rah. I cant help but to rant and complain. So please just bear with it for awhile. =x I just pray and hope that I’d be fine and it will just be adequate to get by then. Sigh. But in any case I still have to trust God and rely on Him cause I know He’s in control, He’s with me. Though I may fail and didn’t do well but I leave it to Him. God you really gotta help me and bring me through. Ive messed up my life big time. And the feeling sucks. For your ways and plans are higher than mine, your understanding deeper than mine, im gonna entrust in to You. Because all in all, whatever the results is gonna turn out to be You will be worthy of all the praise and Honour. Hallelujah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 3:5-6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 3:5-7 (New International Version)&lt;br /&gt; 5 Trust in the LORD with all your heart        and lean not on your own understanding;&lt;br /&gt; 6 in all your ways acknowledge him,        and he will make your paths straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I need to grow to be more loving to the people around me. Sigh im still struggling. Pouts. So much so that whenever I think about it, it would reminds me of Gods love. Oh well. So yeah. I need to learn to control my temper and emotions too. Blah! Crap. This have been the area I want to change but it doesn’t seems to get any better but soon. Cause im slow. But fret not. Why? Cause theres this saying that goes, slowly but surely. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah 29: 11-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. 12 Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. 13 You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway God spoke to me but I gotta go now so I cant elaborate or blog about it but in anyway I’ll blog again if im allowed to and if I still remembers. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883225863740034316-9106946263926317976?l=juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/9106946263926317976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883225863740034316&amp;postID=9106946263926317976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/9106946263926317976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/9106946263926317976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-crap-i-just-sorta-finished-my.html' title=''/><author><name>whatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01473354368772202888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883225863740034316.post-7973143500491830062</id><published>2008-02-05T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T04:39:22.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I just got back my results for my CA. Though i didnt attend lesson but i got this piece information from my project mate. And guess what i got 42/50 which is equivalent to 84/100. i was hoping and aiming for full marks. But i know well enough that i wont make it cause ive made a mistake. And i though i wont do so badly but in the end, this is what i get. ): pouts. But in any case, just wanna give thanks to God cause all glory goes back to Him. Amen. Hallelujah! I hope and pray hard that i'll continue to study and strive hard so that i can be a salt and light to the people around me. ((:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;on the other hand, im worried, scared and nervous after chinese new year. Cause im gonna have a pract test again. OH my goodness. Come on man, give me a life. Sigh. Oh well. I just wish i can get through this by faith and really score well to honour Him. After which i'd be having presentation on my final report. Thank goodness we manage to discuss and settle amicably. And good news is that we dont have to wear formal la. So good. :D im so happy. Ask me about it man! HOHO. And next up would be exams coming up in March. And follow by my 2 months attachment. Blah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;PS: i got a TREAT from my lecturer today. And i had banana strudle. Damn nice but sinful. Haha. Im supposed to watch my diet and at the same time save money. Oh wells. I was treated together with huiping, jessica and beverly. Reason being whole class was supposed to do an assignment together in groups. So being the anti social and independent learner, i chose to work alone. We have to come up with this formal report about this particular assignment in the textbook. Handed in today and was examine by lecturer. So he said the best two groups that has the best report structure and all will get a treat from Him. So yea. Thank God for that. I feel so blessed. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;finally manged to meet up with my dear shi yun after so long. Glad that everything is ok on her side and all. (: continue to stay cheerful and remember to walk closely to God k? Anything dont understand must ask. Can ask me, Hui ling or anyone in the caregroup yea? ;) Jiayou. Any problem you can confide in me. Trust me that nothing will be leak out ya? :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883225863740034316-7973143500491830062?l=juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/7973143500491830062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883225863740034316&amp;postID=7973143500491830062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/7973143500491830062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/7973143500491830062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-just-got-back-my-results-for-my-ca.html' title=''/><author><name>whatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01473354368772202888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883225863740034316.post-4641937645193533983</id><published>2008-02-03T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T00:18:50.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To be honest, right now I’m feeling kinda depressed and helpless. There’s so much things that’s happening around me and my friends. So much so it kinda overwhelms me. ):&lt;br /&gt;The thought of you, makes me even sadder. I don’t know how to go about telling you the mixed feelings that’s within me. But one thing for sure is God is with me. And im sure to pull through this tough period. Each time I wait for your reply or message to come but I don’t receive any. That’s pretty sad and to my disappointment time and again its all excuses that I think you are giving. Sigh. I don’t know if im expecting too much or im just overly sensitive. But I really do feel a lot about you. Your life, your walk with God and most importantly how are coping with the things that’s going through right now. All that im doing is in the hope that I can care for you more and that you would at least respond or even have the courtesy to at least apologize. Sigh I don’t know man. Maybe ive done something wrong or anything to offend you but I hope that in anyway you accept and take this sincere apologies from me. I’m truthfully sorry and I hope to build better relationship with you, closer in bonding and understanding you. If there’s anything that you dislike about me or that im doing to irritate you, feel free to feedback or comment about it. Cause all I want is to be closer to you. I’m so so suppressed. Blah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PS: I’m willing to change in order to serve you better. See my heart. –pouts-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Romans 8:28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah! Thank you Jesus. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883225863740034316-4641937645193533983?l=juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/4641937645193533983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883225863740034316&amp;postID=4641937645193533983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/4641937645193533983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/4641937645193533983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/2008/02/to-be-honest-right-now-im-feeling-kinda.html' title=''/><author><name>whatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01473354368772202888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883225863740034316.post-1742465653517445229</id><published>2008-01-31T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T17:53:52.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Strength will rise as we wait upon the Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We will wait upon the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haven’t been blogging lately due to busy schedule and that my com broke down. I’m all so sad and scared now. My heart literally broke when I heard or know that it was dying on me. ): I knew well enough that the time is near. Having such a owner like me and the usage for like couple of years, its expected to die on me. Like sooon. Or should I say now. =x I’m scared to inform my dad or either my cousin about it. I don’t know how they are gonna take it or how badly I’d be scolded or nag at. I’m just gonna get hell big time. I pray so hard that my solution will come soon. And believing that since it’s a new year I gotta start afresh and that the old has gone (byebye!) and the new has come. And I believe so that the new will come, but its just a matter of time before everything settles down. Please bless me. On the other hand, I need a new watch cause my current one is sorta wearing off and I don’t wish to spoil it. And its so precious to me that its gonna be a souvenir that I’d keep. Sooooooooo I’m hoping and praying hard that someone nice would bless me with a new new &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  digital watch perhaps? I'm actually looking for one that's preferably green, with time, day, and date. =X Woots. I think I’m just dreaming hard time. HAHA. &lt;/p&gt;I’ve never pray so hard, with so much conviction before. And this time round is a solid, hard core one. Cause I don’t know what kinda shit and hell time I’d get from folks. =x this is like so scary. Perhaps this is my fear. =s&lt;br /&gt;And this goes to show how scared, afraid and fearful I’m. I just couldn’t express myself well enough to bring across to anyone how I’m actually feeling right now. But all in all, I know I’ve to trust God to see me and bring me through this crisis. I’ll wait patiently for the right time for the new one to arrive. =)&lt;br /&gt;Now I just don’t know if I should get a lapop or a desktop. I’m in a dilemma. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yes today initially I didn’t wana come to school cause I was feeling tired, sleepy and lazy. But I still managed to convince and drag myself outta bed in no time. So yeah. I just feel that today everything is just so against me. Booo! ): I plug in the charger to my phone and I forgotten to on the switch which means now my phone is flat and charging at home. Blah! Maybe I really did wake up from the wrong side of bed then. =\ I even go to the wrong classroom. And I thought class was cancelled or there was a change in venue. But the fact is that I read the timetable wrongly. How great, anyway I’m still looking forward to WFL later. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883225863740034316-1742465653517445229?l=juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/1742465653517445229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883225863740034316&amp;postID=1742465653517445229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/1742465653517445229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/1742465653517445229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/2008/01/strength-will-rise-as-we-wait-upon-lord.html' title=''/><author><name>whatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01473354368772202888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883225863740034316.post-7871791955926952616</id><published>2008-01-26T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T00:49:43.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every minute of every day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;When I think of you&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;When will I see you again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not feeling good, well and easy. ): I want an outlet. You are all that I want. You're all that I need. Can't you see how I feel? Can't you see that my pain's so real? Promise me that you'd hold my hand, walk with me, and we will go through this together. With hooked fingers and stamped thumb, we'll make it through. Am supposed to be in school for camp but unfortunately I can't make it cause of the fall I had yesterday. As for now, I can't even be walking properly. As i've to be limping away. Oh wells, but I guess on the other hand it is yet another good reason or rather excuse I would say to escape from working for dad tomorrow. For now, i'll still be clinging to the hope you're there, will be there to catch me when I fall and still love me just the way I am. On a lighter note, i've got to start mugging for HRA tomorrow. I've got an important CA paper next week. so Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my attachment will be in 9th June to 8th August. God, please bless me to the place that you have placed for me to attach myself in. I still don't know where should I go. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for next week my schedule goes like this. Book me in advance. Thanks! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon - No school.&lt;br /&gt;Tues - 8-4&lt;br /&gt;Wed - 1230-330&lt;br /&gt;Thurs - 1-4&lt;br /&gt;Fri - 8-12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&amp;amp; I'm the best thing that your eyes have ever seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I miss you like crazy&lt;br /&gt;Even more than words can say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Girl&lt;/s&gt; I'm so down&lt;br /&gt;When your love's not around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883225863740034316-7871791955926952616?l=juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/7871791955926952616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883225863740034316&amp;postID=7871791955926952616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/7871791955926952616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/7871791955926952616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/2008/01/every-minute-of-every-day.html' title='Every minute of every day'/><author><name>whatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01473354368772202888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883225863740034316.post-6765095041571898583</id><published>2008-01-20T08:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T11:19:51.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Would Do Most Things For Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/wouldyoudoanythingforlovequiz/love-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are willing to go pretty far for love - but not far enough to compromise your core values.&lt;br /&gt;Love is a priority for you, and you'll go further than most people to hold on to someone you love.&lt;br /&gt;But killing for love? Or even taking a bullet? Probably out of the question.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, you love yourself the most!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/wouldyoudoanythingforlovequiz/"&gt;Would You Do Anything For Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883225863740034316-6765095041571898583?l=juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/6765095041571898583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883225863740034316&amp;postID=6765095041571898583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/6765095041571898583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/6765095041571898583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-would-do-most-things-for-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>whatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01473354368772202888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883225863740034316.post-5879658778544930563</id><published>2008-01-20T08:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T11:20:10.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Not a Cheapskate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouacheapskatequiz/cheapskate-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to money, you're very fair.&lt;br /&gt;You're generous when you can be, and you never cheat anyone out of what they deserve.&lt;br /&gt;If you have the money, you enjoy splurging. But you never overspend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouacheapskatequiz/"&gt;Are You a Cheapskate?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883225863740034316-5879658778544930563?l=juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/5879658778544930563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883225863740034316&amp;postID=5879658778544930563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/5879658778544930563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/5879658778544930563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-are-not-cheapskate-when-it-comes-to.html' title=''/><author><name>whatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01473354368772202888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883225863740034316.post-3209167957281072970</id><published>2008-01-20T08:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T11:20:32.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Power Level is: 58%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howpowerfulareyouquiz/power-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a good chance you feel pretty powerful, and with good reason, you're already fairly successful.&lt;br /&gt;Keep developing your goals and skills, and you'll be surprised by what you can really achieve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howpowerfulareyouquiz/"&gt;How Powerful Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883225863740034316-3209167957281072970?l=juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/3209167957281072970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883225863740034316&amp;postID=3209167957281072970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/3209167957281072970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/3209167957281072970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/2008/01/your-power-level-is-58-theres-good.html' title=''/><author><name>whatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01473354368772202888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883225863740034316.post-3026235068128349118</id><published>2008-01-20T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T08:38:24.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Soul Really Looks Like&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/insidetheroomofyoursoulquiz/room.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are quite expressive and thoughtful. You see the world in a way that others are blind to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a grounded person, but you also leave room for imagination and dreams. You feet may be on the ground, but you're head is in the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see yourself with pretty objective eyes. How you view yourself is almost exactly how other people view you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your near future is likely to be filled with great successes and accomplishments. You just need to figure out how to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, love is all about caring and comfort. You couldn't fall in love with someone you didn't trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/insidetheroomofyoursoulquiz/"&gt;Inside the Room of Your Soul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883225863740034316-3026235068128349118?l=juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/3026235068128349118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883225863740034316&amp;postID=3026235068128349118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/3026235068128349118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/3026235068128349118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-your-soul-really-looks-like-you.html' title=''/><author><name>whatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01473354368772202888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883225863740034316.post-7707843299497188365</id><published>2008-01-20T08:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T08:36:43.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;People Definitely Like You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/dopeoplelikeyouquiz/like2.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very well liked, and many people admire you.&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, well mannered, and fun to be around.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you're not perfect... but that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;Your friends are usually willing to accept you for who you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What People Don't Like About You:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People don't like that you secretly are annoyed by them. You may think they can't tell, but they can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People don't like that you put others down and like to gossip. They are worried that you also gossip about them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People don't like that you're not very interesting or engaging. You often bore them... and yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What People Like About You:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People like that you give them support and strength. Friends know that they can count on you to be there for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People like that you take responsibility for your actions and admit your mistakes. They appreciate your maturity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People like that you give them complements. You make people feel good about themselves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/dopeoplelikeyouquiz/"&gt;Do People Like You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883225863740034316-7707843299497188365?l=juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/7707843299497188365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883225863740034316&amp;postID=7707843299497188365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/7707843299497188365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your IQ Is 90&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/quickanddirtyiqtest/iq.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Logical Intelligence is &lt;b&gt;Below Average&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Verbal Intelligence is &lt;b&gt;Above Average&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Mathematical Intelligence is &lt;b&gt;Above Average&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your General Knowledge is &lt;b&gt;Average&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/quickanddirtyiqtest/"&gt;A Quick and Dirty IQ Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883225863740034316-883320518227057637?l=juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/883320518227057637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883225863740034316&amp;postID=883320518227057637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/883320518227057637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/883320518227057637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/2008/01/your-iq-is-90-your-logical-intelligence.html' title=''/><author><name>whatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01473354368772202888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883225863740034316.post-1437015497443818418</id><published>2008-01-20T07:54:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T07:54:47.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Felicia Means&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are loving, compassionate, and ruled by your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;You are able to be a foundation for other people... but you still know how to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes your emotions weigh you down, but you generally feel free from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.&lt;br /&gt;Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very open. You communicate well, and you connect with other people easily.&lt;br /&gt;You are a naturally creative person. Ideas just flow from your mind.&lt;br /&gt;A true chameleon, you are many things at different points in your life. You are very adaptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection.&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883225863740034316-1437015497443818418?l=juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/1437015497443818418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883225863740034316&amp;postID=1437015497443818418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/1437015497443818418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/1437015497443818418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-felicia-means-you-are-loving.html' title=''/><author><name>whatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01473354368772202888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883225863740034316.post-1106664089763207456</id><published>2008-01-20T07:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T07:54:32.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Kidd Means&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a seeker of knowledge, and you have learned many things in your life.&lt;br /&gt;You are also a keeper of knowledge - meaning you don't spill secrets or spread gossip.&lt;br /&gt;People sometimes think you're snobby or aloof, but you're just too deep in thought to pay attention to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are balanced, orderly, and organized. You like your ducks in a row.&lt;br /&gt;You are powerful and competent, especially in the workplace.&lt;br /&gt;People can see you as stubborn and headstrong. You definitely have a dominant personality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883225863740034316-1106664089763207456?l=juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/1106664089763207456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883225863740034316&amp;postID=1106664089763207456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/1106664089763207456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/1106664089763207456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-kidd-means-you-are-seeker-of.html' title=''/><author><name>whatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01473354368772202888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883225863740034316.post-2578117043807098665</id><published>2008-01-18T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T10:07:35.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Matthew 18:15&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 4:26&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;These are the two verses that Huiling gave to encourage me. And im glad that after all that’s happening or has happened, we managed to talk things out, sort it out together and most importantly have a heart to heart talk. It made me feel so much better. Why? Simply because I get to share my point of view, concerns and how I feel towards the whole situation. I believe that this thing happen for a reason. One way or another, I get to learn from my mistake and move on. &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It’s the CB thing. Haha if you are wondering whats with this CB CB CB. Its not any vulgar language that you know of but it actually means welcome to the Correction and Bye to the mistakes that ive made in my life. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I guess my mistake was that I was being too introvert, in a sense I don’t like to share much. In terms of like whatever im facing or going through I’ll just keep it to myself and not share. So in a way im like sweeping everything under the carpet. I guess that’s me. =x&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Being selfish in a sense that I know that both parties is in the wrong cause it takes two hands to clap but I chose to let the matter rest aside just like that and not planning to initiate a talk with her. Very prideful, egoistic, and stubborn. And I guess that I wasn’t being a very good role model especially to my two dear sheep, namely liping and shiyun.&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thanks for hearing me out, reading my blog to find out whats going on in my life. I know im not perfect. In terms of how I handle this issue, it isn’t a very appropriate one that anyone of you should follow. But I guess since the both of you know about it already, can see how I improve from the mistake I make loh. Yup. Thanks for being so understanding and supportive girl! Jiayou. Really wanna see the both of you growing more in the Lord Amen? Continue to grow and learn more about God just like how im doing right now. &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Its so much about growing and being able to take harsh comments or feedback. =\ I think I really got to grow in this area because why? I really think that it’s a big blow to me and I just felt really bothered and overwhelmed by all that its happening. I know that maybe in the eyes of my leader and to you, im a potential leader. But sometimes you just have to put yourself in my shoe so that you will know what im going through and how do I really feel. It doesn’t necessary means that if you can eat “hard” means I also can eat the same kind of hard approach as you. Everyone is different. And that you have to know and realize each individual’s potential. Theres so much for me to say and continue on but I guess I should just stop here. Enough of saying.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;In anyway, I’ll give ITE sports excellent award a miss. Since its not all that attractive in terms of the amount that they are offering or giving. Haha. I shall wait for scholarship award. :D $1200 good money eh. LOL. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;In the midst of anger, try not to sin, though its not easy but control your emotions. Ive all the right to be angry or feel frustrated about it, but let me just vent it all out and forget about it for we should all learn to forgive and forget just like how the Lord forgive us so genuinely for the countless times we have sinned against Him. Hallelujah.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;HL:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hey girl.. it is normal to rub shoulders when working together. but learn to laugh at your own mistake and move on.. :) all of us are not perfect.. anything wrong lets bring it out and solve it blibically just like today.. :) have fun laughing at your own mistake.. lets grow di6 together.. building strong and blibical woman :) rest well :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883225863740034316-2578117043807098665?l=juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/2578117043807098665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883225863740034316.post-8929784752266341757</id><published>2008-01-16T08:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T08:10:01.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/R44sUqMDeqI/AAAAAAAAAuo/m6ioTDydISk/s1600-h/DSC00776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/R44sUqMDeqI/AAAAAAAAAuo/m6ioTDydISk/s320/DSC00776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156107356819651234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883225863740034316-8929784752266341757?l=juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/R44sUqMDeqI/AAAAAAAAAuo/m6ioTDydISk/s72-c/DSC00776.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883225863740034316.post-4354221935408785428</id><published>2008-01-08T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T00:41:57.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear Lord, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I thank you for this day!&lt;br /&gt;I thank You for my being able to see and to hear this morning.&lt;br /&gt;I'm blessed because You are a forgiving God and an understanding God.&lt;br /&gt;You have done so much for me and You keep on blessing me.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me this day for everything I have done,&lt;br /&gt;said or thought that was not pleasing to you.&lt;br /&gt;I ask now for Your forgiveness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please keep me safe from all danger and harm.&lt;br /&gt;Help me to start this day with a new attitude and plenty of gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;Let me make the best of each and every day to clear my mind so&lt;br /&gt;that I can hear from You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please broaden my mind that I can accept all things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me not whine and whimper over things I have no control over.&lt;br /&gt;Let me continue to see sin through God's eyes and acknowledge it as evil.&lt;br /&gt;And when I sin, let me repent, and confess with my mouth my&lt;br /&gt;wrongdoing, and receive the forgiveness of God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when this world closes in on me,&lt;br /&gt;let me remember Jesus' example --&lt;br /&gt;to slip away and find a quiet place to pray.&lt;br /&gt;It's the best response when I'm pushed beyond my limits.&lt;br /&gt;I know that when I can't pray, You listen to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Continue to use me to do Your will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Continue to bless me that I may be a blessing to others.&lt;br /&gt;Keep me strong that I may help the weak.&lt;br /&gt;Keep me uplifted that I may have words of encouragement for others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I pray for those who are lost and can't find their way.&lt;br /&gt;I pray for those who are misjudged and misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;I pray for those who don't know You intimately.&lt;br /&gt;I pray for those who will delete this without sharing it with others.&lt;br /&gt;I pray for those who don't believe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I thank you that I believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I believe that God changes people and God changes things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray for all my sisters and brothers.&lt;br /&gt;For each and every family member in their households.&lt;br /&gt;I pray for peace, love and joy in their homes that they are out of debt&lt;br /&gt;and all their needs are met. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I pray that every eye that reads this knows there is no problem,&lt;br /&gt;circumstance, or situation greater than God.&lt;br /&gt;Every battle is in Your hands for You to fight.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that these words be received into the hearts of every eye&lt;br /&gt;that sees them and every mouth that confesses them willingly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my prayer.&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus' Name,  Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883225863740034316-4354221935408785428?l=juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/4354221935408785428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/R3k9U6MDejI/AAAAAAAAAtw/6uumcPCh9uU/s320/DSC00078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150215078301366834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/R3k9PqMDeiI/AAAAAAAAAto/SYkCuj4kGm0/s1600-h/DSC00077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/R3k9PqMDeiI/AAAAAAAAAto/SYkCuj4kGm0/s320/DSC00077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150214988107053602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/R3k9BKMDehI/AAAAAAAAAtg/9KxUfkJB-6U/s1600-h/DSC00076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/R3k9BKMDehI/AAAAAAAAAtg/9KxUfkJB-6U/s320/DSC00076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150214738998950418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i look so niceeeee.  xD *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/R3k8uaMDeeI/AAAAAAAAAtI/iH8M29VExb8/s1600-h/DSC00074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/R3k8uaMDeeI/AAAAAAAAAtI/iH8M29VExb8/s320/DSC00074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150214416876403170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/R3k8qaMDedI/AAAAAAAAAtA/XOng2XFXErA/s1600-h/DSC00073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/R3k8qaMDedI/AAAAAAAAAtA/XOng2XFXErA/s320/DSC00073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150214348156926418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/R3k8i6MDecI/AAAAAAAAAs4/Q8k3U7QLBoc/s1600-h/DSC00071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/R3k8i6MDecI/AAAAAAAAAs4/Q8k3U7QLBoc/s320/DSC00071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150214219307907522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/R3k8b6MDebI/AAAAAAAAAsw/wXBf-I1f3Wc/s1600-h/DSC00070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/R3k8b6MDebI/AAAAAAAAAsw/wXBf-I1f3Wc/s320/DSC00070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150214099048823218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883225863740034316-2385112484407095256?l=juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/2385112484407095256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883225863740034316&amp;postID=2385112484407095256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/2385112484407095256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/2385112484407095256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-think-i-look-so-niceeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>whatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01473354368772202888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/R3k956MDepI/AAAAAAAAAug/me58uncOVws/s72-c/DSC00086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883225863740034316.post-3043618532177036362</id><published>2007-12-10T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T07:35:27.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/R11cicYfkcI/AAAAAAAAAsY/TJMKuLflWv8/s1600-h/DSC00202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142368096331207106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/R11cicYfkcI/AAAAAAAAAsY/TJMKuLflWv8/s320/DSC00202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/R11ci8YfkdI/AAAAAAAAAsg/LAh4MkmvhBg/s1600-h/DSC00241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142368104921141714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/R11ci8YfkdI/AAAAAAAAAsg/LAh4MkmvhBg/s320/DSC00241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/R11cksYfkeI/AAAAAAAAAso/v81LReJX6YI/s1600-h/DSC00624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142368134985912802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/R11cksYfkeI/AAAAAAAAAso/v81LReJX6YI/s320/DSC00624.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/R11cJcYfkaI/AAAAAAAAAsI/zLou3EDSxnY/s1600-h/DSC00189+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142367666834477474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/R11cJcYfkaI/AAAAAAAAAsI/zLou3EDSxnY/s320/DSC00189+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/R11cJ8YfkbI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/GryEogn_8MI/s1600-h/DSC00201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142367675424412082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/R11cJ8YfkbI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/GryEogn_8MI/s320/DSC00201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Take care !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883225863740034316-3043618532177036362?l=juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/3043618532177036362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883225863740034316&amp;postID=3043618532177036362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/3043618532177036362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/3043618532177036362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/2007/12/take-care.html' title=''/><author><name>whatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01473354368772202888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/R11cicYfkcI/AAAAAAAAAsY/TJMKuLflWv8/s72-c/DSC00202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883225863740034316.post-1988315358953844134</id><published>2007-11-30T19:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T19:54:45.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>30th November&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day of the month. It was a great day spent though. First few hours was in school and after that headed home t rest for awhile. After that went out t shepherd my beloved. Lol. After shephering we went t SPC  to study. It was really fruitful and well spent. But somehow the whole day I was feeling kinda shit. Very bad moodswing and all. Terrible. I cant even stand myself. After that went for corporate prayer meeting and touch community ctr. It ended at 10 +. Close t 11. some stuff happened. =x but all in all it was a great day spent cause I felt really ministered and truly able t experience God’s presence. Both me and sheep responded and I believe she feels really refresh after everytink. Initially my heart and mind wasn’t so into the prayer meet and I wasn’t in the mood for anytink. But I kno for sure that if I were t turn up God will surely fill me up just like he always do. Hallelujah! Just felt evrytink was so smooth sailin for me ytd. It must be God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tt holidays are nearing and that my pratical, theory test and proj are all cumin up. And its reli pillin up. ): I guess its time for me to really submit t him evrytink tt im gg thr. Gd or bad I kno he will tk it and w great assurance he will bring me through. Tts reli encouraging but then again its so hard to jus trust and give it all to him in the midst of evrytink tt I have.sigh. I reli nid t work out and watch my diet once again. As in seriously cos my diet now is reli gg haywire. Which is damn bad. Sigh. And thank God my attendance is gd enuff tt I don have t be debar frm a particular module in my in course assessment. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883225863740034316-1988315358953844134?l=juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/1988315358953844134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883225863740034316&amp;postID=1988315358953844134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/1988315358953844134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/1988315358953844134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/2007/11/30th-november-last-day-of-month.html' title=''/><author><name>whatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01473354368772202888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883225863740034316.post-493981922070417709</id><published>2007-11-29T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T06:47:53.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/R07Q24OLFHI/AAAAAAAAAsA/ivPZl16tz3s/s1600-h/wanted11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138273866099659890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/R07Q24OLFHI/AAAAAAAAAsA/ivPZl16tz3s/s320/wanted11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted people. Lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/R07QjoOLFGI/AAAAAAAAAr4/SRpH-7tN500/s1600-h/Photo-0373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138273535387178082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/R07QjoOLFGI/AAAAAAAAAr4/SRpH-7tN500/s320/Photo-0373.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The card we made for her. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/R07QV4OLFFI/AAAAAAAAArw/qW8yrzPnIPg/s1600-h/CE+team+on+yun+celebration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138273299163976786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/R07QV4OLFFI/AAAAAAAAArw/qW8yrzPnIPg/s320/CE%252Bteam%252Bon%252Byun%252Bcelebration.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach's sweet 24th birthday. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish and Co (Tampines)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/R07QOoOLFEI/AAAAAAAAAro/cMJqv9fqXfI/s1600-h/1_875179159lcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138273174609925186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/R07QOoOLFEI/AAAAAAAAAro/cMJqv9fqXfI/s320/1_875179159lcopy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITE College East Championship 2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883225863740034316-493981922070417709?l=juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/493981922070417709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883225863740034316&amp;postID=493981922070417709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/493981922070417709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/493981922070417709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/2007/11/wanted-people.html' title=''/><author><name>whatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01473354368772202888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aG0pw6jgbMo/R07Q24OLFHI/AAAAAAAAAsA/ivPZl16tz3s/s72-c/wanted11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883225863740034316.post-9076786449322672634</id><published>2007-11-29T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T06:32:37.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;caring&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for a friend&lt;br /&gt;is like a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it's not measured&lt;br /&gt;by how tall it could be&lt;br /&gt;but by how deep the roots have grown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; may lead me to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;and fate might break me into pieces&lt;br /&gt;but i will always be&lt;br /&gt;THANKFUL THAT.. once in my life's journey,we became friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;have a &lt;strong&gt;heart&lt;/strong&gt;, that never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;have a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;, that never &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; touch&lt;/span&gt;, that never &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also let's have a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;friendship&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;that never &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BREAKS&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;time isn't what make a&lt;br /&gt;friendship last. it's love and&lt;br /&gt;devotion that keeps the bond&lt;br /&gt;between the souls. true friends&lt;br /&gt;never part, maybe in distance&lt;br /&gt;but not in the HEART...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;friendship is a promise &lt;em&gt;a promise made in the heart&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;silent..&lt;br /&gt;unwritten..&lt;br /&gt;unbreakable by &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;distance&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;unchangable by &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;take care &lt;em&gt;cause i care for you&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883225863740034316-9076786449322672634?l=juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/9076786449322672634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883225863740034316&amp;postID=9076786449322672634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/9076786449322672634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883225863740034316/posts/default/9076786449322672634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juxthekiddnextdoor.blogspot.com/2007/11/caring-for-friend-is-like-tree-its-not.html' title=''/><author><name>whatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01473354368772202888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
