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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Prrrrretty Grrrrrrr-irl.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;If you don't mind being my 'subject' and like my work, pm me in &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/dazeree.joannes"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt; or direct message me in &lt;a href="https://twitter.com/#%21/DazereeJ"&gt;twitter&lt;/a&gt;, @DazereeJ. I do weddings and engagements as well. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8094522694378634855-8546706415354353645?l=dazereejj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dazereejj.blogspot.com/feeds/8546706415354353645/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8094522694378634855&amp;postID=8546706415354353645&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8094522694378634855/posts/default/8546706415354353645?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8094522694378634855/posts/default/8546706415354353645?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/dazereejj/~3/aa4o7Ecx6Bg/me-get-artsy.html" title="me get artsy" /><author><name>Dazeree Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665172094282355983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/SXpZpq5R04I/AAAAAAAAAqY/EGuOg5sgo_o/S220/DSC_4915x.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IAtwynLW4vw/TvANnMITKdI/AAAAAAAABDY/-ExrSy9-BOc/s72-c/IMG_7731_copy.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dazereejj.blogspot.com/2011/12/me-get-artsy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMAQ3w-fSp7ImA9WhRQF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8094522694378634855.post-7642375677204768096</id><published>2011-12-13T10:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T10:30:42.255+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-13T10:30:42.255+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I love Make Up" /><title>Can I paint on your face?</title><content type="html">&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brand new toy. Yeehaa!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay. Now... all I need is a canvas to work on. Anyone? ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8094522694378634855-7642375677204768096?l=dazereejj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dazereejj.blogspot.com/feeds/7642375677204768096/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8094522694378634855&amp;postID=7642375677204768096&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8094522694378634855/posts/default/7642375677204768096?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8094522694378634855/posts/default/7642375677204768096?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/dazereejj/~3/apcUujEIKt8/can-i-paint-on-your-face.html" title="Can I paint on your face?" /><author><name>Dazeree Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665172094282355983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/SXpZpq5R04I/AAAAAAAAAqY/EGuOg5sgo_o/S220/DSC_4915x.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AohvYi8E5hY/Tua2-hxHl0I/AAAAAAAABDQ/fr7KwIRMhf4/s72-c/Picture0002.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dazereejj.blogspot.com/2011/12/can-i-paint-on-your-face.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MFSHc4cCp7ImA9WhRRF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8094522694378634855.post-8960624193355083960</id><published>2011-12-01T22:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T22:23:39.938+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-01T22:23:39.938+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christmas" /><title>Oh Christmas Tree!</title><content type="html">&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-58oESATFRDc/TteFpJOuDPI/AAAAAAAABDI/Qk0gAXqClcU/s1600/ohchristmastree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-58oESATFRDc/TteFpJOuDPI/AAAAAAAABDI/Qk0gAXqClcU/s320/ohchristmastree.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This Christmas tree has been with my family 14 Christmases. I remember ever so vividly the day, Mom and I went out to KK to buy us a Christmas tree. ;') I was twelve back then, it was in 1997. Dad has left us almost a year at the time. Mom hasn't got her driving license yet or (was it) haven't bought a car yet. So, we hopped on the mini bus from Tamparuli to KK. Back then, the bus station stops was exactly where Warisan Square is now. Just behind Centre Point. So, that was were we shopped for a tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I remember.. it was a rainy day.. and I remember Mom choosing a medium size tree. Not too big. Not too small. Just nice. I remember the tauke packing up the tree in a long card board box the length of the tree. And most of all I remember Mom carrying the curiosity-attracting-package from Centre Point all the way back to the muddy bus station and twelve-year-old me tagging along behind... in the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Those were the times. But we managed. ;')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just a Christmas story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Stupid dust in my eyes. (deylang adik saya)&amp;nbsp; &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/8094522694378634855-8960624193355083960?l=dazereejj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dazereejj.blogspot.com/feeds/8960624193355083960/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8094522694378634855&amp;postID=8960624193355083960&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8094522694378634855/posts/default/8960624193355083960?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8094522694378634855/posts/default/8960624193355083960?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/dazereejj/~3/qg2XPS0v6Z8/oh-christmas-tree.html" title="Oh Christmas Tree!" /><author><name>Dazeree Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665172094282355983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/SXpZpq5R04I/AAAAAAAAAqY/EGuOg5sgo_o/S220/DSC_4915x.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-58oESATFRDc/TteFpJOuDPI/AAAAAAAABDI/Qk0gAXqClcU/s72-c/ohchristmastree.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dazereejj.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-christmas-tree.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQARHk6eSp7ImA9WhRRGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8094522694378634855.post-5640021335620449176</id><published>2011-11-30T11:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T22:49:05.711+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-02T22:49:05.711+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I Bake" /><title>November Birthdays</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Happy Birthday November Babies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption"&gt;Alvin is 30. &amp;lt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lovable hubby, turns hot 30 years old. Pewit!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I baked hubby a 3 kg durian fresh cream cake.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The durian cake is the one on the far left corner in the picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yFnMRIekgDc/TtWQsost5KI/AAAAAAAABBo/QJ5_Yb8ldE0/s1600/Ad-ikfDCQAANh18.jpg+large.jpg" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yFnMRIekgDc/TtWQsost5KI/AAAAAAAABBo/QJ5_Yb8ldE0/s400/Ad-ikfDCQAANh18.jpg+large.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just look at them greedy fast hands. =)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;You can roughly judge that I'm no pro at icing the cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My uncle commented:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kenapa ni cake ni? (referring to the durian cake) Tidak jadi kah??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;But my-tidak-jadi-looking-cake, after the birthday boy blew the candle, is gone in no more than 3 minutes. WORLD RECORD. LEGEND... wait for it.. DARY!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8CblD7sDkc4/TtWOeZzm8II/AAAAAAAABBI/HcY9FpknTps/s1600/313671_10150407623669704_785019703_8197521_1458633162_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chocolate Cupcake&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Then, there was the supposedly 200 cupcake birthday project for a friend's son's first birthday. First time baking cupcakes in a large batch..solo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6yHFbIPLM1U/TtWWrgPK27I/AAAAAAAABBw/AfuVhZKH28w/s1600/317156_307888592558854_100000131483915_1416027_141266707_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Supposedly 200 cupcakes? Something awful happened to the 4 other cups. hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Of course, I didn't make the barbie printed apple cheesecake in the middle. But planning to bake one soon and polish my decorating skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And the birthday siblings. Amanda and lil brother Demichelis. Lovely darlings.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;That's a wrap for November!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8094522694378634855-5640021335620449176?l=dazereejj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dazereejj.blogspot.com/feeds/5640021335620449176/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8094522694378634855&amp;postID=5640021335620449176&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8094522694378634855/posts/default/5640021335620449176?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8094522694378634855/posts/default/5640021335620449176?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/dazereejj/~3/Qy5EJh_QjTc/november-birthdays.html" title="November Birthdays" /><author><name>Dazeree Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665172094282355983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/SXpZpq5R04I/AAAAAAAAAqY/EGuOg5sgo_o/S220/DSC_4915x.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KsNwpzkV4oI/TtWiof8rftI/AAAAAAAABCA/F7cf0npURnM/s72-c/387050_10150396498684704_785019703_8162986_1600805741_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>Tamparuli, Sabah, Malaysia</georss:featurename><georss:point>6.117044 116.26751300000001</georss:point><georss:box>6.0397035 116.21867900000001 6.1943845 116.31634700000001</georss:box><feedburner:origLink>http://dazereejj.blogspot.com/2011/11/november-birthdays.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEECQXw-fip7ImA9WhRRF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8094522694378634855.post-637283140585692570</id><published>2011-10-16T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T21:37:40.256+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-01T21:37:40.256+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby steps" /><title>One bite at a time.</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9083b2212cd1f674" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9083b2212cd1f674%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1324893983%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A9A0291273143C4166BCA6F4A90E0DCE7B196E3.19337F91A482D3B88FB30711B7D4675037683169%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9083b2212cd1f674%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5TbIQjqsvRafeJVfgaV2bFgQ6qk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9083b2212cd1f674%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1324893983%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A9A0291273143C4166BCA6F4A90E0DCE7B196E3.19337F91A482D3B88FB30711B7D4675037683169%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9083b2212cd1f674%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5TbIQjqsvRafeJVfgaV2bFgQ6qk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I haven't been blogging since forever. I've been so caught up in being a mother and wife. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Being a (working) mom is hard. Don't get me wrong, I'm truly grateful&amp;nbsp; and blessed of this wonderful experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Well, I'm back and hopefully my little Adelise will give mommy some time for herself. (Adelise --she manages my time now.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm learning to enjoy life.. one bite at a time...&amp;nbsp; ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8094522694378634855-637283140585692570?l=dazereejj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dazereejj.blogspot.com/feeds/637283140585692570/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8094522694378634855&amp;postID=637283140585692570&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8094522694378634855/posts/default/637283140585692570?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8094522694378634855/posts/default/637283140585692570?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/dazereejj/~3/KMrsDJqz_GM/one-bite-at-time.html" title="One bite at a time." /><author><name>Dazeree Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665172094282355983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/SXpZpq5R04I/AAAAAAAAAqY/EGuOg5sgo_o/S220/DSC_4915x.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dazereejj.blogspot.com/2011/10/one-bite-at-time.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QFSHYzfSp7ImA9Wx9RFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8094522694378634855.post-1920713264074989154</id><published>2010-12-16T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T09:01:59.885+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-16T09:01:59.885+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I love to Laugh" /><title>answers to why you are bitter, lonely existence</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/TQlkk7hnvgI/AAAAAAAABAw/ie9oYu5vAAc/s1600/im+pretty+u+are+fugly.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/TQlkk7hnvgI/AAAAAAAABAw/ie9oYu5vAAc/s1600/im+pretty+u+are+fugly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8094522694378634855-1920713264074989154?l=dazereejj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dazereejj.blogspot.com/feeds/1920713264074989154/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8094522694378634855&amp;postID=1920713264074989154&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8094522694378634855/posts/default/1920713264074989154?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8094522694378634855/posts/default/1920713264074989154?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/dazereejj/~3/y2HgtKuuTuI/answers-to-why-you-are-bitter-lonely.html" title="answers to why you are bitter, lonely existence" /><author><name>Dazeree Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665172094282355983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/SXpZpq5R04I/AAAAAAAAAqY/EGuOg5sgo_o/S220/DSC_4915x.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/TQlkk7hnvgI/AAAAAAAABAw/ie9oYu5vAAc/s72-c/im+pretty+u+are+fugly.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dazereejj.blogspot.com/2010/12/answers-to-why-you-are-bitter-lonely.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cMQX4_fCp7ImA9Wx5WE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8094522694378634855.post-9089562008189501930</id><published>2010-09-24T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T14:51:20.044+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-24T14:51:20.044+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I love Art" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I love My Family" /><title>I suck at drawing</title><content type="html">The most embarrassing part of teaching in class is when I have to draw something to make a point. Well, I use to feel embarrassed but now I casually admit to my audience how I suck at it. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;
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I remember when I was in primary school, I always got so upset for not being able to draw a line WITH A RULER properly. I either failed at drawing parallel lines or lines parallel to the paper I'm drawing on.&lt;br /&gt;
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There was this one time, I got homework to draw the jata negara which consists of more than just lines. It was hell-ish.&lt;br /&gt;
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I drew. I erased. I drew. I cried. I erased. I drew. I cried &amp;lt;-- Well, I think the actions I did was drawing. huhuhu&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh, come one! Drawing tigers is really an impossible task for me. Mom helped me finish the jata negara. But only to hand in the jata negara the next day and get a "D". The teacher was harsh, if she knew my handicap. And I admitted to the teacher that I didn't draw it. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shandy drew this. Using the computer. And the pen tablet I gave her.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/TJxIFKwTslI/AAAAAAAABAs/S19FsdB9Cxo/s1600/yo.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My 10 year old sister is an exact opposite of my artistic incapability. She can really draw. I can't draw a proper circle on &lt;b&gt;paper&lt;/b&gt;. She masters at shading using whatever application she's using in the computer.&lt;br /&gt;
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In short, I suck at drawing.&lt;br /&gt;
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ps/ btw, I got a "D" for handing in the homework late. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8094522694378634855-9089562008189501930?l=dazereejj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dazereejj.blogspot.com/feeds/9089562008189501930/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8094522694378634855&amp;postID=9089562008189501930&amp;isPopup=true" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8094522694378634855/posts/default/9089562008189501930?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8094522694378634855/posts/default/9089562008189501930?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/dazereejj/~3/uoNCrRDDWOA/i-suck-at-drawing.html" title="I suck at drawing" /><author><name>Dazeree Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665172094282355983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/SXpZpq5R04I/AAAAAAAAAqY/EGuOg5sgo_o/S220/DSC_4915x.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/TJxIFKwTslI/AAAAAAAABAs/S19FsdB9Cxo/s72-c/yo.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dazereejj.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-suck-at-drawing.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8NRno_fyp7ImA9Wx5XEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8094522694378634855.post-2975678160256308204</id><published>2010-09-09T15:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T15:21:37.447+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-09T15:21:37.447+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I Care" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I love Life" /><title>Laugh with me. And let the past dissolve into mere past events that made us better people.</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Why do people don't get tired of getting mad at each other or staying mad or worst... holding grudges at each other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Well, I'm tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm exhausted of keeping the hatred and bitterness that so far... is only holding me/ us back from anything good. Like being happy with the people you love and care about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So hear me, I forgive you (friends and family). I have long forgiven you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &amp;amp; they say that you can't be mad when you're laughing. So, I'm posting these just for you (especially those who were/are mad at me):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/TIh68cmPlII/AAAAAAAAA_0/hqYVux8yO_o/s1600/ctrl+z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/TIh68cmPlII/AAAAAAAAA_0/hqYVux8yO_o/s640/ctrl+z.jpg" width="520" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;Ctrl Z, anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/TIh7AGHGKpI/AAAAAAAAA_8/XEWf65POUqg/s1600/dou+hear+me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="630" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/TIh7AGHGKpI/AAAAAAAAA_8/XEWf65POUqg/s640/dou+hear+me.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Bila saya nda paham nenek saya cakap dusun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/TIiJZn7Tt2I/AAAAAAAABAU/kIPbGuKGhEc/s1600/no+zoo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/TIiJZn7Tt2I/AAAAAAAABAU/kIPbGuKGhEc/s640/no+zoo.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Let's not go to the zoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/TIiJ0Tm7hRI/AAAAAAAABAc/2vi6_MGamrA/s1600/traffic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/TIiJ0Tm7hRI/AAAAAAAABAc/2vi6_MGamrA/s640/traffic.jpg" width="588" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/TIh7Cvyp9aI/AAAAAAAABAE/wo8NgKvmGnA/s1600/same+pose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/TIh7Cvyp9aI/AAAAAAAABAE/wo8NgKvmGnA/s640/same+pose.jpg" width="460" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/TIiJZn7Tt2I/AAAAAAAABAU/kIPbGuKGhEc/s1600/no+zoo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And last but not least,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/TIh7Eg_4JkI/AAAAAAAABAM/ceTACzhdOq8/s1600/i43.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/TIh7Eg_4JkI/AAAAAAAABAM/ceTACzhdOq8/s640/i43.jpg" width="412" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #990000;"&gt;Tell them before it's too late. But minus the hitting and slapping. ^_^&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri. Maaf zahir dan batin. &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/8094522694378634855-2975678160256308204?l=dazereejj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dazereejj.blogspot.com/feeds/2975678160256308204/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8094522694378634855&amp;postID=2975678160256308204&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8094522694378634855/posts/default/2975678160256308204?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8094522694378634855/posts/default/2975678160256308204?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/dazereejj/~3/ZpZRRXJpN1g/laugh-with-me-and-let-past-dissolve.html" title="Laugh with me. And let the past dissolve into mere past events that made us better people." /><author><name>Dazeree Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665172094282355983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/SXpZpq5R04I/AAAAAAAAAqY/EGuOg5sgo_o/S220/DSC_4915x.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/TIh68cmPlII/AAAAAAAAA_0/hqYVux8yO_o/s72-c/ctrl+z.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dazereejj.blogspot.com/2010/09/laugh-with-me-and-let-past-dissolve.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8BR3c9eyp7ImA9Wx5RFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8094522694378634855.post-3799670094332111785</id><published>2010-08-23T16:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T16:57:36.963+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-23T16:57:36.963+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I love Life" /><title>I am not mad.</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've not been blogging a lot lately. My teaching periods have increased... bla bla bla... I'm complaining again, huh? And making up more and more excuses. I guess I have picked up the excuse-making-habits from my students.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Guess I've been taking life a bit too seriously these days.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(And besides that, I've perfected the art of nagging. Thanks to the students who are the prefect subjects of my nagging. And please, God forbid, &lt;i&gt;palis-palis&lt;/i&gt;, I do not want to become a mommy who nags.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(WHY AM I TYPING IN BRACKETS?) &lt;i&gt;Entahlah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;That's why&amp;nbsp; I need a break:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/THI3ZGFP1KI/AAAAAAAAA_s/mhQmoNNN9LU/s1600/patrick+is+mad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/THI3ZGFP1KI/AAAAAAAAA_s/mhQmoNNN9LU/s640/patrick+is+mad.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I just love them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ps/ Life is wonderful these days. I just have to get rid of the nagging and my split ends (my hair).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8094522694378634855-3799670094332111785?l=dazereejj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dazereejj.blogspot.com/feeds/3799670094332111785/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8094522694378634855&amp;postID=3799670094332111785&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8094522694378634855/posts/default/3799670094332111785?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8094522694378634855/posts/default/3799670094332111785?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/dazereejj/~3/CFIdxaDPyrM/ive-not-been-blogging-lot-lately.html" title="I am not mad." /><author><name>Dazeree Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665172094282355983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/SXpZpq5R04I/AAAAAAAAAqY/EGuOg5sgo_o/S220/DSC_4915x.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/THI3ZGFP1KI/AAAAAAAAA_s/mhQmoNNN9LU/s72-c/patrick+is+mad.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dazereejj.blogspot.com/2010/08/ive-not-been-blogging-lot-lately.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQCR3o6cCp7ImA9Wx5SFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8094522694378634855.post-2763430914663385171</id><published>2010-08-12T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T15:16:06.418+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-12T15:16:06.418+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I love Life" /><title>Happy Ramadhan</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/TGOe0OLP79I/AAAAAAAAA_c/ADilJwAKG30/s1600/ramadan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/TGOe0OLP79I/AAAAAAAAA_c/ADilJwAKG30/s320/ramadan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This will be my first raya as a wife. There are yet still lots to learn. And I am opening my heart and soul to the learning process. Happy fasting to all my Muslim friends and relatives!&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/8094522694378634855-2763430914663385171?l=dazereejj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dazereejj.blogspot.com/feeds/2763430914663385171/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8094522694378634855&amp;postID=2763430914663385171&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8094522694378634855/posts/default/2763430914663385171?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8094522694378634855/posts/default/2763430914663385171?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/dazereejj/~3/DvBhht_cPI0/happy-ramadhan.html" title="Happy Ramadhan" /><author><name>Dazeree Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665172094282355983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/SXpZpq5R04I/AAAAAAAAAqY/EGuOg5sgo_o/S220/DSC_4915x.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/TGOe0OLP79I/AAAAAAAAA_c/ADilJwAKG30/s72-c/ramadan.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dazereejj.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-ramadhan.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcGQnk8eip7ImA9WxFaGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8094522694378634855.post-2718599618594986849</id><published>2010-07-23T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T16:17:03.772+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-23T16:17:03.772+08:00</app:edited><title>Mo kurik otak budak2 skrang. Entah apa di dalam.</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Kemarin ada drama pendek berlaku di kelas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I was in class. Writing exercises on the board for the students to copy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I was interrupted by a loud thud near the door. Secara otomatiknya saya terus berpaling at the source of the commotion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A pile of books bertaburan on the students' desks sitting nearest to the classroom door. And at the same moment, I had a glimpse of the 'criminals'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;They are students in the class next door-- that I happen to teach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The whole class looked at me waiting for my reaction. I simply said,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Whatever that's about, mind your manners." And continued writing on the board.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I thought that was the end of it. Tapi tiba-tiba ada knock on the door and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Cikgu... kami minta maaf cikgu. Yang tadi tu kami tidak sengaja... Kami marah sama cikgu X ba..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;said the representative @ ketua kumpulan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Apa peranan ahli kumpulan yang lain?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Buat muka sedih. And cry crocodile tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Punyalah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; Reaksi cikgu: I just shrugged. I couldn't care less for bad mannered students (who can't even fake an apology properly).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Kalo mo buat drama/ minta puji pigi tempat lain. Memang ada masalah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8094522694378634855-2718599618594986849?l=dazereejj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dazereejj.blogspot.com/feeds/2718599618594986849/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8094522694378634855&amp;postID=2718599618594986849&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8094522694378634855/posts/default/2718599618594986849?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8094522694378634855/posts/default/2718599618594986849?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/dazereejj/~3/wS8ZDpF0OjQ/mo-kurik-otak-budak2-skrang-entah-apa.html" title="Mo kurik otak budak2 skrang. Entah apa di dalam." /><author><name>Dazeree Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665172094282355983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/SXpZpq5R04I/AAAAAAAAAqY/EGuOg5sgo_o/S220/DSC_4915x.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dazereejj.blogspot.com/2010/07/mo-kurik-otak-budak2-skrang-entah-apa.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EFRHc5fip7ImA9WxFaFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8094522694378634855.post-7672468280665065806</id><published>2010-07-20T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T12:53:35.926+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-20T12:53:35.926+08:00</app:edited><title>Cupcakes, etc.</title><content type="html">Honestly. I REALLY wanna barf at the thoughts of cupcakes right now. Totally not in the mood to talk about anything creamy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh. No.&lt;br /&gt;
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*BARF*&lt;br /&gt;
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I'll upload the pics at the end of the post. *barf*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
OMIGOD. This is bad.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was part of the 5000 cupcakes in 48 hours Boutique Cupcakes team which started at 9am-9pm last Friday and continued the next day. It was fun but really exhausting!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And no, it's not any business I'm starting. Just getting some experience out of it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But Mom had the best theory for the 5000 cupcakes thingy:&lt;br /&gt;
During the 5000 cupcake mission, I updated my status regularly -- mostly about the progress the team was doing. Something like, &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;‎3000+/- cupcakes to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Baking Day 2! Semangat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;Mom received my daily facebook updates via mobile phone. So, I called her up one day (after the cupcake missions), she was like,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Apa bah tu cupcakes ko tu? Game ka tu?" and I said in between laughters,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Betul2 baitu! Sa bukan mcm virtual farming."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mom was an avid virtual farmer in the infamously Facebook game Farmville. I guess my status updates sounded game-like to her. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Anyhow, here are the pics.&lt;br /&gt;
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*barf* &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/TEUq_GTuG4I/AAAAAAAAA-8/y21B03nZQgs/s1600/DSC07866.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/TEUq_GTuG4I/AAAAAAAAA-8/y21B03nZQgs/s320/DSC07866.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/TEUrGuEY3nI/AAAAAAAAA_E/ks23NRzj2sA/s1600/DSC07867.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/TEUrGuEY3nI/AAAAAAAAA_E/ks23NRzj2sA/s320/DSC07867.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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To read more about the mission, check out &lt;a href="http://boutiquecupcakes2010.blogspot.com/2010/06/boutique-cupcakes-5000-cupcakes-project.html"&gt;Boutique Cupcakes&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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ps/ too much cupcakes for the year *barf*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8094522694378634855-7672468280665065806?l=dazereejj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dazereejj.blogspot.com/feeds/7672468280665065806/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8094522694378634855&amp;postID=7672468280665065806&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8094522694378634855/posts/default/7672468280665065806?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8094522694378634855/posts/default/7672468280665065806?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/dazereejj/~3/cfOWJzAs57o/cupcakes-etc.html" title="Cupcakes, etc." /><author><name>Dazeree Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665172094282355983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/SXpZpq5R04I/AAAAAAAAAqY/EGuOg5sgo_o/S220/DSC_4915x.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/TEUq_GTuG4I/AAAAAAAAA-8/y21B03nZQgs/s72-c/DSC07866.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dazereejj.blogspot.com/2010/07/cupcakes-etc.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYFQno6fSp7ImA9WxFUGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8094522694378634855.post-8570789702730203943</id><published>2010-07-01T15:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T15:41:53.415+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-01T15:41:53.415+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I love Life" /><title>Sometimes life makes me wish I was an amoeba.</title><content type="html">It has been hectic since May. Hectic but awesome. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days I'm thinking why am I not getting important things done? Seems like 24 hours a day isn't enough. Piles of unfinished, untouched school work. Lots of packing to do at home.Ugh. I guess I'm pathetic at prioritizing and can't help but procrastinate. I'M SCREAMING IN BOLD LETTERS TO MYSELF: FIGURE THIS OUT ASAP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling this July will be gone in a blink of an eye. If I'm in a movie and you are watching me now, press the slow mo button, purrrleasse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps/ This weekend's plan -- hubby and I are moving into an apartment  somewhere in Sepangar. 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scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I love Art" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I love Life" /><title>Featured Photographer: Pye FS</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I could fall in love with a picture, it would definitely be this photo taken by &lt;a href="http://fspye.wordpress.com/"&gt;Pye FS.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/S-wAEcQ-OrI/AAAAAAAAA-g/ap_DJNW4DXc/s1600/candid+pye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 344px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/S-wAEcQ-OrI/AAAAAAAAA-g/ap_DJNW4DXc/s400/candid+pye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470747723655166642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taken at the spur of the moment,&lt;br /&gt;I can create dozens of stories behind this single photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is life imitating art for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in facebook Pye describes himself ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i am pye fs. pye is my nickname, while 'FS' is the short form of my real  name :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm a passionate, self-taught photography enthusiast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm  a musician.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm ordinary &amp;amp; low profile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I find nothing ordinary in his photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Loving Pye's 'special eye' on life, &lt;a href="http://fspye.wordpress.com/"&gt;Pye&lt;/a&gt; is officially my wedding photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yiiihaa! ^^V&lt;br /&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/8094522694378634855-2787921900174932001?l=dazereejj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dazereejj.blogspot.com/feeds/2787921900174932001/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8094522694378634855&amp;postID=2787921900174932001&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8094522694378634855/posts/default/2787921900174932001?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" 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scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I love to Laugh" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I love to Teach" /><title>anak-anak didik sekarang</title><content type="html">This is the reason why teachers get longer holidays than most professions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; mind you that doesn't make the job of a teacher a luxury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're not in the teaching profession, it is best that you keep your mouth shut as if you know what's it like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(oh macam saya marah la pla kan.. tidak lah... hehe). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you can't imagine what teachers go through day in and day out. We are in dire danger of going mental if not, thank God, for the long holidays (which sometimes can be taken away-- on call. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jangan kau macam kerja doktor juga.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mari kita lihat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you wanna learn, ask questions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Teacher --- So why do we put the article "a" instead of "an"? Because of blah... blah.. blah....&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(abis sudah air liur sa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                       If you have any questions on this, please ask now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student---  Cikgu, pukul berapa rehat?**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;**nda bikin panas ka tu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Greet your teacher with respect...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's Tuesday. Baju korporat day. So, I can wear slacks. Yay! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I enter the class...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student--- Cikgu, seksi oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher--- (facepalm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Always seek your teachers for help...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One student &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(kici-kici, tudung ada miring2 skit, student form 1 kan)&lt;/span&gt; came running towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student--- Cikgu... c anu bin c anu ijik nama bapa saya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher--- Err..... mmm... bah... nanti kita fikir macam mana...&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(blank. berabis recall balik mcmna cigu sy dulu2 handle ni perkara..  memory fail!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get to know your teachers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the teachers' room...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Students--- Cikgu... mana tu kunci bilik recording? &lt;-bingung2 budak form 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher--- Bilik siaraya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students--- Oh iya... Teacher--- Bukan cikgu yang simpan tu.. Kenapa tanya cikgu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students--- Sebab cikgu saja yang kami kenal.** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Doi sian....hehe  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okey. Setakat ini saja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Selamat bercuti, cikgu-cikgu semua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8094522694378634855-5082568813953285757?l=dazereejj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dazereejj.blogspot.com/feeds/5082568813953285757/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8094522694378634855&amp;postID=5082568813953285757&amp;isPopup=true" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8094522694378634855/posts/default/5082568813953285757?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8094522694378634855/posts/default/5082568813953285757?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/dazereejj/~3/cgDYX7YqCeo/anak-anak-didik-sekarang.html" title="anak-anak didik sekarang" /><author><name>Dazeree Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665172094282355983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/SXpZpq5R04I/AAAAAAAAAqY/EGuOg5sgo_o/S220/DSC_4915x.JPG" /></author><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dazereejj.blogspot.com/2010/03/anak-anak-didik-sekarang.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ANQnozeCp7ImA9WxBbEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8094522694378634855.post-2431818357862629217</id><published>2010-03-09T01:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T01:36:33.480+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-09T01:36:33.480+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I love Entertainment" /><title>Raja Lawak</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/S5U0-zR5AXI/AAAAAAAAA-I/4w2RChok9GI/s1600-h/raja+lawakakakka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 411px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/S5U0-zR5AXI/AAAAAAAAA-I/4w2RChok9GI/s400/raja+lawakakakka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446317577896264050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps/ i personally thought that Alex was funny in the finals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8094522694378634855-2431818357862629217?l=dazereejj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dazereejj.blogspot.com/feeds/2431818357862629217/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8094522694378634855&amp;postID=2431818357862629217&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8094522694378634855/posts/default/2431818357862629217?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8094522694378634855/posts/default/2431818357862629217?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/dazereejj/~3/T_Lwb40KxJ8/raja-lawak.html" title="Raja Lawak" /><author><name>Dazeree Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665172094282355983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/SXpZpq5R04I/AAAAAAAAAqY/EGuOg5sgo_o/S220/DSC_4915x.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/S5U0-zR5AXI/AAAAAAAAA-I/4w2RChok9GI/s72-c/raja+lawakakakka.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dazereejj.blogspot.com/2010/03/raja-lawak.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QASH89eip7ImA9WxBbEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8094522694378634855.post-2737081313620433241</id><published>2010-03-08T23:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T00:22:29.162+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-09T00:22:29.162+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I love Craziness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I love Randomness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I love My Family" /><title>Modern Family punya kes</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Part 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Little Sister -- Ko pernah kasi patah papan ka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Sister -- Kenapa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Sister -- Pernah ka tidak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Sister -- Pernah bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Sister -- Yang bila tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Sister -- Yang duuuuuuuuuuulu. Time sy taekwondo lagi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Sister -- Sekarang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Sister -- Nda tau la tu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Sister -- Kuat juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Sister -- Ko ingat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Sister -- Patut pun n*n*n ko kici.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(laughter di belakang cerita)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Big Sister -- Ko tia pcaya saya kasi patah papan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Sister -- Butul ka tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Sister -- Betul la ba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Sister -- Macam mana ko buat tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Sister -- Pakai kaki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Sister -- Kuat juga ko. Kenapa ko dapat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Sister -- Sebab n*n*n saya kici kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(laughter di belakang cerita)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ps/ this is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8094522694378634855-2737081313620433241?l=dazereejj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dazereejj.blogspot.com/feeds/2737081313620433241/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8094522694378634855&amp;postID=2737081313620433241&amp;isPopup=true" title="13 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8094522694378634855/posts/default/2737081313620433241?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8094522694378634855/posts/default/2737081313620433241?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/dazereejj/~3/aCa9dKwanko/modern-family-punya-kes.html" title="Modern Family punya kes" /><author><name>Dazeree Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665172094282355983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/SXpZpq5R04I/AAAAAAAAAqY/EGuOg5sgo_o/S220/DSC_4915x.JPG" /></author><thr:total>13</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dazereejj.blogspot.com/2010/03/modern-family-punya-kes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4EQ3s-fyp7ImA9WxBbEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8094522694378634855.post-3965161029207381341</id><published>2010-03-07T12:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T01:05:02.557+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-09T01:05:02.557+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I love Words" /><title>Memories</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/S5UtwLwXIAI/AAAAAAAAA-A/ikDii7uQfzQ/s1600-h/time+heals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 400px; height: 387px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/S4Tw_9O__NI/AAAAAAAAA9w/cWdxDB02AP8/s400/7136_full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441739231330303186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Dazeree shouts to life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"BRING IT ON!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8094522694378634855-775642382162590842?l=dazereejj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dazereejj.blogspot.com/feeds/775642382162590842/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8094522694378634855&amp;postID=775642382162590842&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8094522694378634855/posts/default/775642382162590842?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8094522694378634855/posts/default/775642382162590842?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/dazereejj/~3/WUvL6Ou6JfM/pasrah.html" title="siap sedia" /><author><name>Dazeree Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665172094282355983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/SXpZpq5R04I/AAAAAAAAAqY/EGuOg5sgo_o/S220/DSC_4915x.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/S4Tw_9O__NI/AAAAAAAAA9w/cWdxDB02AP8/s72-c/7136_full.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dazereejj.blogspot.com/2010/02/pasrah.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4CSX05fSp7ImA9WxBVGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8094522694378634855.post-9198218483021678562</id><published>2010-02-23T07:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T07:56:08.325+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-23T07:56:08.325+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I Love..." /><title>i have a thing for memo pads.</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/S4MZWL1fbRI/AAAAAAAAA9o/RFqngcLLZoM/s1600-h/14315_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/S4MZWL1fbRI/AAAAAAAAA9o/RFqngcLLZoM/s400/14315_full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441220643718655250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But this is just too cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8094522694378634855-9198218483021678562?l=dazereejj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dazereejj.blogspot.com/feeds/9198218483021678562/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8094522694378634855&amp;postID=9198218483021678562&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8094522694378634855/posts/default/9198218483021678562?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8094522694378634855/posts/default/9198218483021678562?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/dazereejj/~3/Sh4KUh1izaM/i-have-thing-for-memo-pads.html" title="i have a thing for memo pads." /><author><name>Dazeree Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665172094282355983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/SXpZpq5R04I/AAAAAAAAAqY/EGuOg5sgo_o/S220/DSC_4915x.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/S4MZWL1fbRI/AAAAAAAAA9o/RFqngcLLZoM/s72-c/14315_full.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dazereejj.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-have-thing-for-memo-pads.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08HRnYyeyp7ImA9WxBVGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8094522694378634855.post-8022062027670569807</id><published>2010-02-23T07:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T07:37:17.893+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-23T07:37:17.893+08:00</app:edited><title>i change my mind.</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/S4MVHWCSBGI/AAAAAAAAA9g/XFChnWRnIbA/s1600-h/17768_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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The exercise asked the students to fill in the blanks with suitable adjectives in the sentences given.&lt;br /&gt;Now, help me classify these types of answers (student's answers in bold):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Student A&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;charming&lt;/span&gt; prince rode on a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt; horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Category: &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;fairytale?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;- untuk tontonan Umum &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student B&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - This is exactly what Student B did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strike style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sweet&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; hot&lt;/span&gt; prince rode on a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt; horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Category: &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;romantic comedy?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;- PG13   I ticked correct to both students' answers. Well, the exercise did say 'suitable adjectives'. And if you ask me, I'd love to watch a &lt;strike&gt;sweet&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span&gt; hot prince (wow) riding on a funny horse.&lt;/span&gt; Imagination running wild. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's check out another one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Student C&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/S4J1qqO8ZwI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/KkjnjkuYTW8/s1600-h/scanx0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/S4J1qqO8ZwI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/KkjnjkuYTW8/s400/scanx0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441040675568903938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoom in to the comments I wrote to my student's answers.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ok &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jawapan&lt;/span&gt; 'colourful witch'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; boleh dipertikaikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;'beautiful witch' is considered a suitable answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I stereotype!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my subconscious mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Witches are evil, ugly and full of warts and all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Princes and princesses are charming, handsome, and young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By leaving that comment on my student's work proved that, that is just what I intend to pass on to students that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;everything good is beautiful and everything bad is ugly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple black and white stereotyping. When in real life, good looks can be as deceiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally believe that people &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;should not stereotype&lt;/span&gt; cause it's simply &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unfair&lt;/span&gt;. Here I am, re-evaluating my own values and most importantly the attitudes and decisions I portray to the world --the students, especially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps/ I respect individualism.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8094522694378634855-5736179432432923356?l=dazereejj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dazereejj.blogspot.com/feeds/5736179432432923356/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8094522694378634855&amp;postID=5736179432432923356&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8094522694378634855/posts/default/5736179432432923356?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8094522694378634855/posts/default/5736179432432923356?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/dazereejj/~3/lV_9A9OUrH0/prince-charming.html" title="prince charming?" /><author><name>Dazeree Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665172094282355983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/SXpZpq5R04I/AAAAAAAAAqY/EGuOg5sgo_o/S220/DSC_4915x.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/S4J1qqO8ZwI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/KkjnjkuYTW8/s72-c/scanx0001.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dazereejj.blogspot.com/2010/02/prince-charming.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UAQ38zcCp7ImA9WxBVF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8094522694378634855.post-517215650987231903</id><published>2010-02-21T23:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T00:20:42.188+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-22T00:20:42.188+08:00</app:edited><title>But it feels like yesterday.</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/S4FNTSPFs5I/AAAAAAAAA9I/r5pd9uvJk4c/s1600-h/8302_540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 352px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/S4FNTSPFs5I/AAAAAAAAA9I/r5pd9uvJk4c/s400/8302_540.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440714818548249490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I still keep a few cassettes somewhere in my treasure-box where I keep old Christmas cards, letters from old friends and ex-boyfriends (wow), pins &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yang sudah betagar&lt;/span&gt; - oh well, i'm a pack rat, and other antiques mostly from my high school years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We... I mean, I used to have a lot of patience. These days, everything must be fast-paced. One or two click should get you wherever you want to go. Time &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dulu-dulu kan&lt;/span&gt;... Haha! I feel old &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cakap begini&lt;/span&gt;. For instance &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah kan&lt;/span&gt;, time lagu-lagu semua masih lagi dalam cassette, if you want to listen to track 3 you'll have to push the forward button on your cassette player and then, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;main agak-agak bila&lt;/span&gt; time to stop &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yang ngam-ngam lagu yang ko mo dengar&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kadang-kadang telimpas lagi tu lagu yang ko mo dengar, tepaksa&lt;/span&gt; rewind &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telebih.&lt;/span&gt; Forward &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telimpas&lt;/span&gt;. Rewind &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Telebih.&lt;/span&gt; Forward &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Telimpas&lt;/span&gt;. Rewind &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lagi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you get the idea, kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bila fikir-fikir, panjang sungguh kesabaran kita dulu-dulu.&lt;/span&gt; But now, if your ipod/ laptop/ mobile phone/ any other time-saving-gadget refuses to respond to you in less than a millisecond, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keluar sudah bahang-bahang dari hidung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/S4FY-CQHP-I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/edCLM5V-Nf8/s1600-h/sabarvstechx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 348px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/S4FY-CQHP-I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/edCLM5V-Nf8/s400/sabarvstechx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440727647619858402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Macam nda betul ni graf.&lt;/span&gt; Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Have a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4-day&lt;/span&gt; working day&lt;br /&gt;for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; is the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;new Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ps/ pardon my language. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;malas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah i&lt;/span&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/8094522694378634855-517215650987231903?l=dazereejj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dazereejj.blogspot.com/feeds/517215650987231903/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8094522694378634855&amp;postID=517215650987231903&amp;isPopup=true" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8094522694378634855/posts/default/517215650987231903?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8094522694378634855/posts/default/517215650987231903?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/dazereejj/~3/MsQnJV0i0tQ/but-it-feels-like-yesterday.html" title="But it feels like yesterday." /><author><name>Dazeree Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665172094282355983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/SXpZpq5R04I/AAAAAAAAAqY/EGuOg5sgo_o/S220/DSC_4915x.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bSDfDQOPM2g/S4FNTSPFs5I/AAAAAAAAA9I/r5pd9uvJk4c/s72-c/8302_540.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dazereejj.blogspot.com/2010/02/but-it-feels-like-yesterday.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

