tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132728942011-12-23T02:11:00.526+08:00Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comBlogger5451100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-64073354956009396252011-11-21T03:41:00.000+08:002011-11-21T03:41:07.551+08:00

Dear Bloggie, There won't be a chapter two. I guess I'll keep whatever memories I have of you, of me, of us intact, just the way how it's written in private of my Multiply.Com web log. :)

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-9902507643371619262011-11-17T13:00:00.000+08:002011-11-17T13:00:00.968+08:00

Dear Bloggie, Here's the truth really, when someone asks for only the truth and nothing but the truth, the words stringing from your lips into variated decibels are usually biased. Everyone has their own versions to the truth and sometimes, or rather for most of the times, the truth doesn't really matter. We remain selfish. Because the only truth we want to hear must pleases the ear. Any lesser

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-69629998493101471212011-11-16T01:54:00.002+08:002011-11-16T01:56:16.890+08:00

Dear Bloggie, The summary, without even having to say a damn word. Maybe one day, some day we'll understand... You and I.

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-33591468642211956432011-11-03T02:05:00.000+08:002011-11-03T02:05:16.913+08:00

Dear Bloggie, September 28th, 2011. Location: Terminal 3, Changi Airport, Singapore. Here I am, packed light with just a knapsack, tucked at some corner in a coffee joint of the world's finest airport ready to run away. If there were truths to all those things I've said and tried to redeem myself of late, is that I am ready to jump on board the next available flight for myself. For me. As

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-42941712944276853782011-09-09T01:17:00.000+08:002011-09-09T01:17:16.994+08:00

Dear Bloggie, "Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave." - Elizabeth Gilbert (Eat, Pray, Love) Swaying in your strong arms in the middle of nowhere after hours fed my lifeless soul with overflowing boost, like a coffee addict who requires her regular caffeine fix and yet the best part about these things are the exceptionally excellent

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-54722493535251297982011-09-07T00:56:00.000+08:002011-09-07T00:56:43.293+08:00

Dear Bloggie, "I am not that person you mould and shape to be the person that you want her to be. Do not be afraid of losing me, be afraid of me losing myself. Because right now, I am YOU.  They said all that glitters, isn't gold." -April 18th, 2011 I welcome the day, it's going to be better.   

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-796273728089796332011-08-01T03:38:00.000+08:002011-08-01T03:38:15.183+08:00

Dear Bloggie, Maybe it's the weather, I keep looking up trying to find answers in the sky. Even that looks somewhat hazy. It's starting to blur in the distance and I feel that it smart my eyes. Its not that smart when you're in the middle of a crowd with tears welling up. It tears me apart, I can't do this anymore. A part of me has fallen for you, a part of me has fallen over you. Now there's

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-79982768439957595852011-07-20T01:35:00.001+08:002011-07-20T01:36:13.722+08:00

Dear Bloggie, Now, I don't know if I can explain the leap I'm about to make. If you ask me it's almost like jumping off the edge of the cliff, not knowing if I'd hit rock bottom or dive straight into the abyss of the bottomless ocean. There is everything that you know and there is everything that happens; For a reason. When the two does not fall into place, you're forced to face a choice. Make

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-91346746469280649652011-07-15T05:16:00.001+08:002011-07-15T05:17:12.975+08:00

Dear Bloggie, Are we ever gonna come back down, come around... I'm always gonna worry about the things that could make us... Cold.

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-88055718205317125862011-05-15T22:16:00.001+08:002011-05-15T22:16:42.649+08:00

Dear Bloggie, What's left now are just ugly and uneven tan lines as a result from poor sun protection and a febrile me secondary to excessive fun. I blame the entirety on my recent holiday destination for expecting monsoon in the midst of the Singapore heat, but that certainly didn't stop us from river rafting, ATV-ing through the toughest of terrains and enjoying an insane ride on their

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-47104707964609126542011-04-18T22:34:00.002+08:002011-04-18T23:11:55.111+08:00

Dear Bloggie, I can't tell you something without being judged, I can't share a secret without it divulged. Afterall, all that glitters are not gold.

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-66517509977682879342011-04-14T03:59:00.004+08:002011-04-14T04:00:14.533+08:00

Dear Bloggie, Maybe I should put myself out there again. Last time I did, I was a ball of fun who sang in the showers and danced in the rain. Heck I think I even stole things! (don't be silly, I was quoting Mraz) Now what's left of me is the burnt out reminder of myself that I'm only human. While my plan was to formulate streams of unhealthy bitchfit ravings to signify my reason for existence,

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-79564718648779551032011-03-01T12:23:00.002+08:002011-03-02T06:17:52.537+08:00

Dear Bloggie, February twenty third, and when petty arguments involve family traits from which a lesson obviously one of us never learn, we created a time capsule of our relationship. We returned the truths of the moment to mother Earth, buried superficially and while we continue in this quest called love, let's just take our time nurturing the seeds of time and watch it bloom.

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-22767113786619682362011-02-04T21:19:00.002+08:002011-02-04T23:43:04.949+08:00

Dear Bloggie, What the hell have I been doing wrong, waking up to two dead female red eared slider in the morning for less than a fortnight. Came home the other day to a "belly up" turtle lovingly dubbed as Cream and god forbid, I found Creamie drowned probably asphyxiated to death in her turtle bowl. For the lack of a proper basking area, they have every luxury of a high maintenance pet

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-5185122408273286212011-02-03T02:33:00.002+08:002011-02-04T23:42:18.914+08:00

Dear Bloggie, Downloaded an awesome Blogger.Com app for the iPhone and suppose I should be updating as frequent (Twitter serves as a far more better option these days having to summarize my quirky in a hundred and forty words or less) now with such convenience at my fingertip. Let's hope this app upload pictures too!

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-34544133331374155052011-01-30T03:22:00.000+08:002011-01-30T03:22:01.976+08:00

Dear Bloggie, Almost a month into the new year and all I want to do is take a breather. It's suffocating me, just leave me alone.

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-27189427837444166722010-12-26T03:53:00.000+08:002010-12-26T03:53:27.179+08:00

Dear Bloggie, The best part about having the car a whole week to yourself was also the worst. The convient causes major inconvience and I wished Daddy should have gone eco-friendly with an hydrogen powered awesome car like this. God forbid how this one would work. Anyways! Dear Mom & Dad, Please just let me own a kitten. :(

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-32596524007530051332010-12-03T03:39:00.002+08:002010-12-03T03:40:25.334+08:00

Dear Bloggie, In this cold weather confusion I finally caught the comfort of warmth I have been longing for. As you may have guessed I haven't been in the pink of health lately, it's starting to amuse me the kind of nurse I portray myself to be. I've been sleeping on the leather couch of late too, usually after a deathly icy shower in attempt to combat my very own homeostasis and pills-popping

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-57733726309095661032010-11-23T02:29:00.003+08:002010-11-23T02:31:13.603+08:00

Dear Bloggie, There's just something about you that is inexplicable and just like that, I can feel your presence here with me. I'm going to bring that to sleep, tonight.

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-77499417873348328622010-11-19T00:47:00.001+08:002010-11-19T00:48:31.799+08:00

Dear Bloggie, Pardon my tardiness, I think it's such a shame. I know exactly how to feel with your lack of indignity. No, I wouldn't say we weren't exactly nor entirely affected by your fancy alphabeted feat that I would, if anything, equate it with fecal matter but it has definitely got us somewhere that would make you go up in smokes. Oh the awesomeness of belittling a delusional wimp. Being

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-78095215240728282482010-11-12T06:16:00.000+08:002010-11-12T06:16:44.723+08:00

Dear Bloggie, I really gotta thank my boyfriend, for bringing me out to brunch at Wendy's despite sleeping in late last night and for always kicking my vocabulary ass in the app equivalent of Scrabble on the iPhone. Thanks for the sneaky foot-popping kiss at the staff lounge too, for there's no one rather special quite like you.

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-18391345670786756322010-11-05T01:50:00.000+08:002010-11-05T01:50:36.886+08:00

Dear Bloggie, Behind every line is a lesson yet to learn. By the final curtain call, I truly forgot how it was like to love.

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-77596479076385689492010-10-31T11:19:00.004+08:002010-10-31T15:16:54.006+08:00

Dear Bloggie, It is absolutely NOT fun at all, in this fall risk cubicle of the ward on a Halloween Sunday. Pereira has been crooning love medleys since nine in the morning whilst on oxygen therapy, it's amazing his saturation hasn't budge one bit! Anyways! SKM Halloween trick or treating marathon laters at oh-five hundred, can't wait to meet them groupies! Till then, Happy Harroween! :)

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-45717492256578258072010-10-29T03:11:00.000+08:002010-10-29T03:11:08.946+08:00

Dear Bloggie, The chilly wind of late October, time and month, assures me of a great Friday ahead. I guess this is really what it feels like. It's okay you were exceptionally mean to me last night, I promise I'll be nice to you today. Thank you for another fine Thursday, I'm sleeping with Mraz tonight. Don't bother waking me up for I refuse to soak in the morning sun.

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-70760787626982057242010-09-16T04:37:00.002+08:002010-09-16T04:41:45.756+08:00

Dear Bloggie, I can't seem to remember my "best days of my life" significance, exclusive of the five-day-four-night vacation last July oh hey it has been nearly two months already. While these fingers are tempted to pencil in a furlough pronto, it's depressing to ascertain a lousy number that is my leave balance. Not to mention leaving my bank account a dangerous low and having to score another

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-87952211756062157642010-09-03T02:29:00.000+08:002010-09-03T02:29:27.712+08:00

Dear Bloggie, I hope you somehow feel better having me bust my tearducts at your mercy instead of the aggressive verbal duel of nothingness that was sheer obstination. While it's surprising to learn I've grown emotionally weaker over time, still, whatever happens to that approach one without having to wrangle at a maximum decibels nor hertz? It's silly, I'm lousy and for everything else in the

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-31574902905167611522010-08-24T16:25:00.000+08:002010-08-24T16:25:42.987+08:00

Dear Bloggie, I can't possibly bring myself to kick up a fuss this given time simply being my day turned out to be explicitly contrary as to why people dread the notorious Monday. I was considered lucky to be a recipient of kindness contributed by an elderly yesterday with whom I shared a square of his retail lodge as the air hangs lowly on that very chilly evening of a sudden cloudburst,

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-53026414975097843272010-08-18T03:14:00.000+08:002010-08-18T03:14:38.513+08:00

Dear Bloggie, Oh, finally! Two nights in a row, over a silly little click of a wrong icon and my labor of a blog template dissipates into the virtual air just like that. I seriously don't know whether to laugh or bawl straight up this elementary use of hypertext markup language, figured it's about time for some personal cyberspace modifications anyway. Major overhaul on the way, I've finally

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-65192586741265328872010-08-13T03:11:00.000+08:002010-08-13T03:11:50.167+08:00

Dear Bloggie, I've always find it comforting to do most of my thinking past midnight hours provided given such luxury of one's own time after an exhausting eight, most of the time blaming the lack of brain power to simply engage in extent. Having said all that, it's really becoming hazardous of late. My train of thoughts are clearly all over the place, I can't seem to understand something

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-38189938032352198272010-08-09T05:22:00.001+08:002010-08-09T13:55:17.746+08:00

Dear Bloggie, It totally doesn't matter if it's a long weekend, my deserving public holiday for being a Singapore citizen has been shelved. Oh thanks for the rostered night duty on two consequtive National Day(s) already, I wasn't aware the noncitizen celebrated the independence of our country much less know the lyrics of the national anthem to be worthy of enjoying the pyrotechnic display in

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-3291355911632802392010-08-06T01:22:00.002+08:002010-08-06T01:25:02.147+08:00

Dear Bloggie, It has been difficult snapping out of this vacation mood since last, having to look back those kodak moments of a ball we had. Days are turning into months and I'm still expecting the Krabi postcard I sent out on the fourth and final night via the front counter, just to see how long it takes for that six by four centimeters of a picture card to consign as per zip code. Not for any

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-23761216026483396432010-07-22T03:29:00.003+08:002010-07-22T22:59:32.293+08:00

Dear Bloggie, Finally some form of twenty first century civilization: technology. Currently over at my sister's humble abode, omg I can totally die without any semblance of connection to virtual sophistication. The last time I slept over, I fully utilized the benefit of the complimentary twelve gigabytes data charges, draining out my mobile phone's battery completely just so I could log in to

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-91848401749999949632010-07-04T06:02:00.000+08:002010-07-04T06:02:44.185+08:00

Dear Bloggie, No surprise for guessing my next holiday destination this coming July 7th. :D Will update PRN.

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-82410636601236436562010-06-23T00:37:00.001+08:002010-06-23T00:37:48.022+08:00

Dear Bloggie, I've gathered the sudden courage to officially create a virtual memory bank that pen the journey of our relationship. No, don't worry I'll save you readers from all the mushy shitzit because I've decided it should be made private, where only me and D get to sing our thanks and hums our gratitude. Throw in our occassional childish tantrums, yell our unhappiness and let's make it a

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-57101743857856170612010-05-14T12:25:00.001+08:002010-05-14T12:27:27.263+08:00

Black flowers, black flowersOf the last few, hoursHidden in the voice of treason,Bloomed wild and free, frozenPlanted within the seeds of timeI can tell it, rhymesSpoken in silence delivered a sweet sound,O black flowers, black flowersYou were found.The abandoned sanctuary sings a familiar tune, just like thatI forget the pastBelieve in the faith, believe itWill do it's taskIn eclipse and pretty

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-3250301644155194952010-04-17T22:49:00.000+08:002010-04-17T22:51:01.895+08:00

Dear Bloggie,Through the bloodlines... Through that bloodlines, baby.There's nowhere to run.***************But I might.

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-89800064532288126642010-04-13T01:30:00.002+08:002010-04-13T01:35:36.743+08:00

Dear Bloggie,Thank you for sending me to school todayDressed in our trusted raincoats no lessYou bought me drinks for my thirsty lecturesWhile I quench my thirst for endless educationRiding at a safe speed of sixty no moreOccasionally aquaplaning through collected puddlesWarm drizzles, trickled down my sensitive partsMy cheeks, my neck, tracing outlines straight to my heartWe saw nothing but

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-64035787452127498122010-04-04T22:03:00.002+08:002010-04-04T22:07:46.087+08:00

Dear Bloggie,Should I be inclined to think my emotional equipment is safe in your hands?

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-12049795607040518882010-03-26T03:38:00.003+08:002010-03-26T03:46:45.080+08:00

Dear Bloggie, I, Juliana Mazlan, would gladly give myself away to the appreciated. Right now, this is all too fake. Don't scold me if I hold myself back. Because your words are nothing more than just fancy alphabets like I've come to realize some fifteen months ago. Wait, what's so fancy with mockery and endless stream of criticism? Oh no you don't have to argue, because I mentioned all these at

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-55427356070757940702010-03-19T00:50:00.002+08:002010-03-19T00:58:14.854+08:00

Dear Bloggie,We have to let go of the suspicion and doubt,which hurt us more than what they are supposed to defend us from.-Rinpoche.Time to rate five stars on my Gratitude journal today.

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-82560276013416685552010-03-08T22:58:00.000+08:002010-03-08T23:00:28.270+08:00

Dear Bloggie, "Back then I swore I was gonna marry him someday,But I realized some bigger dreams of mine." ***************For everything else, please take a queue number.

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-54850821898688337582010-02-23T00:50:00.000+08:002010-02-23T00:52:28.985+08:00

Dear Bloggie,Because all I ever wanted was someone to talk to till conversations got boring that we snooze on each other or start mumbling random gibberish, and argue about the silliest of issues but most importantly, share the joys of our day we discerned in words spoken with such ambiguity another can never comprehend.***************But fatigue always, ALWAYS got the better of us.    

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-6726492385162973482010-02-14T22:54:00.006+08:002010-02-15T05:09:22.387+08:00

Dear Bloggie,Maybe we've gotten so used to this, we forget how those littlest things makes it special.***************Sometimes we take it for granted without realizing it.And because you refused to express the 'L' word on a daily basis, it is occasions like this gives me every right to believe it.You still owe me a Valentine dinner, babe. No excuses. Hur hur

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-38555400294094186402010-02-08T02:07:00.002+08:002010-02-08T02:26:31.183+08:00

Dear Bloggie,I tried counting my blessings, and questioned how much it would have total up should I take you out of the equation. As I religiously update my Gratitude Journal in the comfort of my electronic candybar, I came to realize not a day I praised without thanking you. I guess it's different this time maybe because we're in this together. You're mine. Just like I'm... All yours. :>

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-21454696728324625742010-02-03T01:41:00.001+08:002010-02-03T01:44:58.310+08:00

Dear Bloggie,What if this is a joke? A mistake, a miscalculation, an underestimation, typographical error or a bad prank on April Fool?Every night I ask myself all the wrong questions, albeit rhetorical, if this is ever going to turn out right. Something's got to give. Or lose.

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-32810560085185312942010-02-02T00:57:00.003+08:002010-02-02T01:12:39.342+08:00

Dear Bloggie,It's nights like this, I plugged my iPhone playlist on repeat mode and just enjoy the tranquility of the night. Oh the luxury of two consequtive day offs.

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-20085949007013215872010-01-26T00:50:00.002+08:002010-01-26T00:53:19.671+08:00

Dear Bloggie,When our getaway felt like premature honeymoon, and nothing beats being dressed up in your wool jumper paired with my favorite Elmo girl boxers while you watch Nat Geo on cable and pat me to hibernation.230110.ILY, very much.

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-46442312470869328622010-01-16T04:09:00.001+08:002010-01-16T04:09:23.416+08:00

Dear Bloggie,It's becoming quite a challenge to express myself, these days with you around. It's almost as if words metamorphose into silent frustrations no ventilation whatsoever. Fragmented feelings dissipates into thin air, confusion expels pearly tears and sometimes I feel like I don't even know you. Nor myself, for that matter.

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-3754367251964077152010-01-05T11:13:00.001+08:002010-01-05T11:19:57.444+08:00

Dear Bloggie,Because when two personalities collide, there's nothing left to blame. Except ourselves, till the excruciating pain travels through your veins and find its way where it aches the most. Your heart.Everything will be fine, or at least I will be.

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-2201037580206395682009-12-30T02:02:00.003+08:002009-12-30T02:06:22.771+08:00

Dear Bloggie,Here, let me tell you why twentyoh-nine was a great year for me. #21 - Graduate.#20 - Virgin online sprees.#19 - Get employed.#18 - Save SGD 6000.#17 - Volunteering.#16 - Learn new songs.#15 - Bungee jump.#14 - Scuba certified.#13 - Camping.#12 - Drive responsibly.#11 - Room revamption.#10 - Learn to surf.#9 - Backpack Thailand.#8 - Book soccer tix.#7 - Shred SGD 10 note and feel

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-64386223456528293212009-12-26T01:13:00.005+08:002009-12-30T01:38:49.872+08:00

Dear Bloggie, Greetings from iPhone! :DPardon the potential spelling errors as I'm updating an entry at the comfort of my pinky Apple toy newly acquired as a gift for my twenty-first from the better half. Thank you, love.So while the boy rest his febrile self on a public bed, here I am over at his place handling chores like a full fledged wifey. -_-It's almost a solid forty hours since my last

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-58152831208947522782009-12-14T01:58:00.000+08:002009-12-14T02:01:34.711+08:00

Dear Bloggie,"Oh hello December, you're here again," said I "Seems only yesterday you buzzed by to celebrate my age,""You surprised me with a box of Tiffany's and we bowled through those lonely nights,""Splurged a trip, take on rides, excites our gag reflex,""With my hair dancing stickily on shiny lipgloss, oversized sunnies you allowed me to hide under," "It'll be my birthday soon, and just in

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-88178562300060293782009-12-08T21:49:00.006+08:002009-12-08T21:59:45.422+08:00

Dear Bloggie,1,001 Things I Want In A Lover.While you try to change every single bit of me that don't belong, there's nothing about you that I'd do the same.***************Thursday, March 13 2008;-but i do know this, if i do fall in love again...i want it to be with someone that is true. all i'm asking for is honesty in yourself, because if i was to ever learn from anything in this blog, is that

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-63386870224291763022009-12-03T14:12:00.003+08:002009-12-03T14:17:22.535+08:00

Dear Bloggie,Sometimes love got lost in translation between falling for you, or falling short, over you.

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-65188264849452394982009-11-26T14:18:00.003+08:002009-11-26T14:24:15.646+08:00

Dear Bloggie,1,001 Things I Want In A Lover.0427hrs on a weeknight, a working dayless than three to an insane shifton the couch, under your blankiebehind closed doors, above cloud ninebetween surfing channelsshut eyes, locked lipsbutterfly-ed tummies, racing heartsAs we pull away, in dramatic slow motionthe natural light passes my corneaswam across aqueous humorpierced through the lensbackstroke

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-76133295629835942892009-11-22T20:52:00.004+08:002009-11-22T21:00:40.171+08:00

Dear Bloggie,1,001 Things I Want In A Lover.Another week before December kicks in, following strong gust of the northern wind that carries the stereotypical weather of the year. We haven't got anywhere without our trusted raincoats, even if its just a short trip down the mechanics or sending me to work in the heaviest of rains. We've been travelling at mere sixty kilometers per hour these days,

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-76391318014160803482009-11-19T00:20:00.000+08:002009-11-19T00:24:28.734+08:00

Dear Bloggie,I flipped my hair, tossed my lucky coinin hopes I'd get it rightBut I was wrong, my defense came crumbling downYou came right through with lurking shadowsof your past to torment meaccompanying truths that you couldn't even come to terms with.Come closer, let me whisper a secret.Open up my pandora's and ignite your senses,there's more to me that meets the eye.***************Oh you'll

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-23019964850372741252009-11-15T02:57:00.001+08:002009-11-15T03:01:12.202+08:00

Dear Bloggie,I know we don't say it often, but I hope you mean it when you said I love you;-Wrapped in your strong arms, holding me tightTonight.

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-36741116213010264942009-11-08T19:06:00.007+08:002009-11-08T19:13:10.917+08:00

Dear Bloggie, "I'm down at the report room already. I'll call you later okay, I want to have dinner with my friends first.""Okays. Talk to you later. Bye."-Redialing-"Hello?""EH I WANT KISS!""Cannot lah, I'm with my friends already.""I don't care, you don't want to give me kissssss?" "Don't embarrass me can!""You sure you don't want to give me kissssss?""Haiya, mmwah.""Whaaat, cannot hear!""Eh

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-41695349260704345522009-11-05T12:33:00.002+08:002009-11-05T12:38:10.026+08:00

Dear Bloggie,I questioned.I doubted.I think too much.Maybe I should just enjoy your company while it last.

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-33769055855996973432009-10-25T23:02:00.000+08:002009-10-26T00:16:51.665+08:00

Dear Bloggie,Its totally a no-brainer with the number of calls you've made effort or even the number of texts I received these days to tell that you know nothing, if not minimal- at best. Maybe you should start rating how well you know the person you've got so much to lose and maybe I, should start counting my blessings.It's disappointing but yeah, lets just do that.

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-84969612315029055092009-10-21T16:05:00.003+08:002009-10-21T16:11:28.494+08:00

Dear Bloggie,Its about time to decide on an anniversary date already, I think I'm missing way too much because its more than just the idea of us being officially-together-without-an-official-date. Come to think about it, afterall its having to celebrate chapters of the book we've spent so much time to author. Now that we've made necessary changes and created space for each other surprises, one

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-18517452905315533052009-10-13T02:43:00.006+08:002009-10-13T03:02:31.119+08:00

Dear Bloggie,Because now that you're with me, I won't try to change your principles nor your morals; I'll reinforce to you what's mine. Our ex(s) taught us well, but hey too bad they couldn't have the best for themselves, no? (HELLO, YOU CAN CLICK ON ME.)The past was fun, or maybe just yours (heh heh no pun intended), but if you ask me;-Right now is... AWESOME.

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-36468952118222387132009-10-09T23:22:00.000+08:002009-10-09T23:30:04.458+08:00

Dear Bloggie,If it's seriously easier to lie, then carry on I promise I won't mind. I think I'll just enjoy from the sidelines with a bucket of butter popcorn and cherry soda, of the game you're playing that I gave up along time ago. Just don't bother if you falter.

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-90764732410954599942009-09-28T21:33:00.005+08:002009-09-28T21:49:38.962+08:00

Dear Bloggie,Lets talk about (ulterior) motives. I think everyone has one, maybe more. But what if your ulterior motives landed you in a seemingly deserving position really low? Luckily for me, these broils of delusional tantrum throwing just makes you look ugly while it puts me in a way better light - I'd like to thank you for that! Amazing how one can ruffle your feathers doing absolutely

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-69811592278997574392009-09-21T00:36:00.004+08:002009-09-21T00:45:35.174+08:00

Dear Bloggie,While the takbir on the broadcasting station releases the endorphins from our system early this morning, I had more than one could bargain for the entire month. Having to clear only two days of the entitled annual leave covers almost a week for the necessary festive mood to kick in. With baby's twenty second birthday dinner a hectic success and the start of Syawal back to back this

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-76366781481913503672009-09-08T23:28:00.004+08:002009-09-08T23:32:20.063+08:00

Dear Bloggie,The feeling's almost the same, a year ago of the Islamic Calander in the month of Ramadhan where I sat at the exact position in the kitchen baking. Like deja vu;- The smell of my freshly baked chocolate chip cookies and the honey cornflakes, alone on a weekday accompanied by the joyous Raya songs on air yet it feels, somehow, empty. It's as if I'm trapped in a vortex of hollow

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-62307020403461068242009-09-03T23:35:00.002+08:002009-09-03T23:47:28.252+08:00

Dear Bloggie,I'm a much happier person, in the strong arms of Muhammad Andi Sufian Shah and far far away from the watchful eyes of Nurse Clinician(s). That, is the only consolation of a (pathetic) day off.

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-91486285595272259412009-08-30T20:15:00.001+08:002009-08-30T20:22:04.111+08:00

Dear Bloggie,With you, everything feels (or should be) perfect. Only that I'm not, and I feel at the back of my throat that I am choking with restrictions. Maybe I'm too used to getting things done my way, vice versa for you. When that two strong head clashes, I may be the one to keep mum (like always, my battle comes internally, having to fight my own demons) but it boils to retaliation;- and

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-54950926161295624472009-08-27T06:10:00.001+08:002009-08-27T06:15:49.554+08:00

Dear Bloggie,Death is defined by numbers;- unrecordable and what's left is just your name to remember by. While I'm caught in the middle of streaming tears and uncontrollable sobs, I settled for a seat at the nurses' counter with a heavy heart- back to handling paperworks and rushing nineteen reports like it never happened. Urgh, my boyf is sleeping and I miss him so much. :(

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-70578986270419953802009-08-20T23:34:00.002+08:002009-08-20T23:40:02.703+08:00

Dear Bloggie,This is a photo of my feet.Sorry, looks a bit fat but overall well maintained;- no callouses and perfectly pedicured nails. But this is what it looks like behind the scenes.***************Yes, multiple superficial skin tears thanks to the bright yellow wedges I paired up for work today. It'll be the first thing I'd dispose off come tomorrow. Oh, don't you think those tweety bird

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-18463487113273354772009-08-11T22:18:00.003+08:002009-08-11T22:39:36.614+08:00

Dear Bloggie,Why can't we have a built in mini voice recorder, suggestingly at Broca's Area for convenience- with its appropriate association- oh the awesomeness, that auto playback the things we said?You were doing it again, those unnecessary comparisons and I must say the damage is done. I must be wrong to think highly of you judging last night, tells me that you're just a man. Another one of

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-6241271136709763232009-08-10T02:47:00.002+08:002009-08-10T03:02:31.983+08:00

Dear Bloggie,There's this interesting thing about arrhythmatic hearts. A special thing so distinguished, of why it pumps differently from the normal others. The extra thud-dud-dud or just a single dud accompanying a perfect heartbeat, boils down to one thing. That when it gets too close, my heart would stop beating and allowed your arrhythmatic heart to dance for me.Happy Andi-pee (teeheehee),

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-37967173778582601342009-08-08T01:03:00.003+08:002009-08-08T01:10:15.226+08:00

Dear Bloggie,The love sparked bright, it burns. The passion, the longing, the companion, the friendship, the ties we had it together then shatter. Broken into a thousand pieces as I picked up the leftovers, one at a time. I miss you like I miss Sundays with your best self;- by the door playing the chords on the guitar with one hand, while I on the other strumming playfully, singing random

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-26053721429426794082009-08-02T00:49:00.002+08:002009-08-02T01:02:59.306+08:00

Dear Bloggie,I think those issues are damn petty. Only I'd rather practice honesty above everything else, you should know that by now. But till then, I think its okay. Whatever it is, I'll just accept. Your reasons, truths or lies.

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-916822348670652292009-07-30T23:13:00.009+08:002009-07-30T23:26:35.179+08:00

Dear Bloggie,The line on the biphasic defibrillator was just too.. straight. With the three leads in situ, I shifted its position, counterchecking its placement. Patient found unresponsive at 1105hrs, team doctors noted.Nursed on hourly vital signs monitoring.Last vital signs taken at 1020hrs;-BP: 110/65mmHg,HR: 87,Sp02: 98% on 35% trachy oxygen,Resp: 14 - patient apneic; team noted - to continue

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-67345687409507882392009-07-28T23:04:00.000+08:002009-07-28T23:08:35.584+08:00

Dear Bloggie,I'm barely orientated with time, much less day of the week after three months into the labour pool. The pay's already rated a negative two, I seriously think this body is not made for an eight day two-rotating shift with a pathetically devised one off day. Did I mention, the proposed unit roster for the next two weeks is a total joke? Night duty on eve and National Day, someone

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-77334078225263804422009-07-21T00:47:00.000+08:002009-07-21T00:49:13.175+08:00

Dear Bloggie,My story begins, revolving around a boy;-perhaps a man - a very great man,who talks in circles but speaks the truth,tells pretty fables and sings the right tune;-Believe me, you'll fall in love with him too.My story continues, revolving around a boy;-perhaps a lad, a powerful lad,who plans his path and decides his journey,play by his rules and never act a fool;I can't believe, he'd

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-66903916886449175782009-07-18T17:01:00.004+08:002009-07-18T17:09:58.067+08:00

Dear Bloggie,I woke up startled to the sounds of Bodom Beach Terror, 1430hrs precise when I'm four short of an ideal snooze and straight to exercising those fingers for a game of Rockband on the Playstation portable.Fatigue is engulfing within, tonight will be my last round and sometimes I wonder why do I even bother.

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-72847531543471756212009-07-17T16:05:00.003+08:002009-07-17T16:14:40.114+08:00

Dear Bloggie,It was like a movie directed off live. With a hundred of silent audiences, no one but us. It was when you took the front door exit at 0357hrs I snapped to reality. My perfect ending of a night has always been me perched on the durable shoe rack along the capacious corridor with your riding gears by my left and you, standing tall against me- in a wordless goodbye- sealed with a gentle

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-76552052875787711872009-07-14T22:03:00.003+08:002009-07-14T22:07:56.571+08:00

Dear Bloggie,Girl: Hmms, hello? Juliana Mazlan please. Me: Speaking. Girl: Results out. You are *coughs* Influenza A(H1N1)... Pos, eh wait no, negative.Me: Shit you, spare me the third degree suspense next time! Thank god.I still can't get over the fact that TTSH's ED decon is fully decked with a leather rocking chair from Ikea. All twenty of them, should I count correctly under the influence of

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-61552283216171387852009-07-13T22:13:00.002+08:002009-07-13T22:16:56.012+08:00

Dear Bloggie,Two days off and while I'm febrile and nursing a common flu, the boy walked away with an eight-dollar fine for parking without a coupon. Hmph.Oh wells, at least he got a quarter of my Raya preparation done!

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-48264666824590986482009-07-09T11:21:00.003+08:002009-07-09T11:30:08.134+08:00

Dear Bloggie,When our idea of a perfect couple night is snuggling on the red rocking chair, wordlessly watching Discovery Channel on cable. And I want the world to know, I love my new Fox Girls three times a charm necklace with a vengence. Talk about having a part of your boyfriend on your neck. Thank you sayang, I can't believe you paid attention to the littlest things I said. Time to get those

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-27163153421894895272009-07-07T00:45:00.005+08:002009-07-07T01:20:41.670+08:00

Dear Bloggie,If I wasn't interupted by the sneaky snuggle of the boy while stealing catnaps in the middle of a lazy Monday, I swear what I dreamt was perceptible. Drop it, I seriously think work has taken over the better of me. Why oh why oh why do I hear call bells ringing and alarms of the pneumatic tube in my dreams as if a whole eight hour the day before wasn't sufficient to haunt me? ANYWAYS

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-4726100268113700062009-06-30T17:42:00.004+08:002009-06-30T17:51:45.023+08:00

Dear Bloggie,We only planned for a nice Tuesday by the beach, perhaps a picnic basket and a mat with our better selves, but what stood by my door on this early afternoon was a boy with flowers in his helmet. It was certainly a lovely surprise coming from the significant other, who claims to don't-like-with-all-this-mushy-mushy-thingy but never fails to send sweet text(s) that tickles your fancy,

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-87193627688237746532009-06-24T09:40:00.002+08:002009-06-24T09:47:49.834+08:00

Dear Bloggie,In my world, love comes in the form of pretty foam bubbles that sprinkles peace everytime it pops. - Juliana Mazlan.Tonight will be my last round of night duty.AND!Less than twelve hours to payday. Woo hoo hoo

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-48885046532431401332009-06-20T02:24:00.005+08:002009-06-20T02:31:26.349+08:00

Dear Bloggie,Timecheck: 0200hrs.You might be just next door, yet I feel as if I'm back in Woodlands under the pinky divan on a lonely Friday night. Best guess must be the sweet gesture that's on repeat mode in my mind of you hoisting me when I couldn't be bothered to even move an inch from the living room just now.Wouldn't it be so much better if you're here in Shazlynn's room right now and hug

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-53040486195986944542009-06-16T23:13:00.002+08:002009-06-16T23:16:00.326+08:00

Dear Bloggie,I vow to update my G-journal dutifully every night, starting now. I'm so close to being a grumpy old hag like Dina ever since expressing my daily appreciation came to a standstill in the comfort of the pinky mobile buddy. My emotions in perfectly stringed sentences on the other personal virtual page swings seriously like a retarded yoyo, with me having to feed every anger from the

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-52885994650954231302009-06-13T23:46:00.004+08:002009-06-13T23:52:28.084+08:00

Dear Bloggie,I doubt before it even begins.Right now,Let me just choke on my own contradiction.

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-67101450555214433492009-06-08T20:24:00.003+08:002009-06-08T20:42:34.385+08:00

Dear Bloggie,Few months ago, I presented myself with a ticking two-month timebomb so explosive and dangerous, it was initially set to detonate any given time. Yet last night, I gave myself away to the unexpected. I must have probably detach its timer and fix a hand detonator as well for an easier bang. Sheesh, I no longer know what I'm doing anymore. And after our hour-long honeyed words exchange

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-57796530307652797172009-06-04T19:05:00.001+08:002009-06-04T19:07:25.595+08:00

Dear Bloggie, The title says it all. I can't (and you know I won't) change my lifestyle anticipating your presence. I'm standing firm on my morals, principles and values I grew up practicing till I find you deserving, much less worthy of a transformation. I'm sorry if I'm such a disappointment, neither am I NOT this or that, but I've always believe in finding a significant other who's

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-87277490446627263272009-05-25T22:03:00.002+08:002009-05-25T22:07:10.942+08:00

Dear Bloggie,I love the way you hug, lift and twirl me in the air before you press your full lips against mine to kiss goodbye.My best nights have yet to come. :D

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-89699080164199026902009-05-24T05:28:00.001+08:002009-05-24T05:31:16.861+08:00

Dear Bloggie, Timecheck: 0508hrs.Fatigue is engulfing within. Three bloody hours before I knock off to a complete seventy two hours off, make that twenty four - should today be my sleeping day. Subtract another three, having to come back on my not-so-privileged-after-all rest day, for a course on the eIMR which I already aced both PDA and the laptop. HMMPH.Sheesh, now don't get me started

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-63057188521581177862009-05-22T00:41:00.003+08:002009-05-22T01:09:26.857+08:00

Dear Bloggie,Often a time I would tell myself nothing could ever compare the conventional relationship I shared with Syufian - the same instance we broke up over a stupid excuse and up to date, everybody else settled for second best and some, not even close. But we got past that, and I suppose we did both of us a favour by getting to the stage we are today. While I bore you with talks about love

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-51785353362842746452009-05-17T23:37:00.005+08:002009-05-17T23:42:49.097+08:00

Dear Bloggie,Somebody sabotaged the toothpaste again because its starting to secrete watery paste with every squeeze and I think I know who's the culprit this time.Definitely has to be the brother, lovingly dubbed as one annoying piece of shit. HMPH.

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-13942375053175069882009-05-14T12:25:00.002+08:002009-05-14T12:26:15.503+08:00

Dear Bloggie,Hello, tell me you know,the content of my heart;the words of my life,Hello, I bet you don't.Hello, tell me you know,my darkest wishes;my truths to those white lies,Hello, I bet you don't.You don't. Have To. Either.

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-51972006449760680602009-05-13T00:01:00.001+08:002009-05-13T00:03:12.819+08:00

Dear Bloggie,What if, just what if he's bridging all the gap that you cannot fulfill?

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-64960154425927524382009-05-09T18:10:00.003+08:002009-05-09T18:13:34.410+08:00

Dear Bloggie,The week's been terrible, I almost cracked under pressure and its NOT like me to be such a weakling and literally bite my tongue down just so I could replace the tears with pain during my ride home that very Thursday.I need to snap out of this whiny shitzit because I know I'm a strong and capable girl.Its my off day on a weekend and I'm gonna give you a ten-second-lepaskan-geram hug

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-49581838969969081262009-05-06T01:31:00.001+08:002009-05-06T11:44:51.322+08:00

Dear Bloggie,My eyes scan and send signals to my brain for further analysis. I notice and acknowledge issues but for most of the time I kept mum, doesn't mean I don't feel anything. Best believe the sole reason for being so passive was just to protect myself. That's just me - I reason out internally first just so I wouldn't act irrationally only to humiliate myself with all the wrong facts.Sigh.I

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13272894.post-13480249744086858992009-05-03T00:02:00.002+08:002009-05-03T00:06:15.507+08:00

Dear Bloggie,Greetings from Acer Aspire One! :)Hello, I'm the newest and coolest techie in Mazlan's residence! *gRinS* I'm so glad Juliana personally picked me to be her electronic buddy. Although she's disappointed with the departure of the Lenovo attained for three solid years, I equally share the same sentiments only because that mean she's lost her cool blog entries waiting to make a name on

Juliana Mazlannoreply@blogger.com