<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247418</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:11:19.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You light up my life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m0rethanw0rds.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247418/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m0rethanw0rds.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Because He love me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08532466670204124338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247418.post-115175788455168740</id><published>2006-07-01T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T20:44:44.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate Lesson Plan!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been longing for my practicum... but now i wish it's still holiday.... Arghhh...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm posted to Xingnan Primary School... and got the afternoon session(p1 and p2) initially.. Observe how my CT taught for the first two days... and then.........................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A sudden change... they changed me to the morning session as im suppose to observe both the lower as well as upper primary so i need to adapt to everything again... timetable was change, timing was change, level was change and CT was change.... however to be honest i feel happier to be in the morning session thou i need to wake up kinda early... but at least i do not need to change any of my tuition timing....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;was given 2 of the weakest classes for both p3 and p5... they were either lazy, having bad attitude in learning, blur, problem at home, dyslexia or anything u can think of... but still i think they r cute... see.. children simply have the naive look even if they naughty... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;got a chance to interact with both the classes yesterday for a period... changes their seat, form the group, set my rules and of course a short introduction of both me and them.. they are kinda shock when im able to call out some of their names.. hahaha.. (already jot down those problematic one during my observation....) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A long weekend as it is youth day on monday.. wow think it has been long since i have a holiday in youth day.. afterall im not qualified as a youth... hahaha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From tuesday onwards, i will start to take over my ct classes.. so meaning i will start to teach them on my own... excited and interesting....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Teaching is definitely fun and think i can manage it well.. however when it comes to the lesson plan part... im stuck... i hate lesson plan..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the best to me as well as my nie mates who r doing their practicum somewhere else... =p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247418-115175788455168740?l=m0rethanw0rds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m0rethanw0rds.blogspot.com/feeds/115175788455168740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247418&amp;postID=115175788455168740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247418/posts/default/115175788455168740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247418/posts/default/115175788455168740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m0rethanw0rds.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-hate-lesson-plan.html' title='I hate Lesson Plan!!'/><author><name>Because He love me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08532466670204124338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247418.post-115159614549645219</id><published>2006-06-29T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T23:49:05.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Vonnie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My dear Vonnie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I miss you....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;have soooo much to share but u are not here with me.. Travis commented that stress seemed to be my best friend lately and i think so too.. Other than school stuff, i think im bothered by something else too.. and u know what.. u seem to be the only one i can share.. but where are u?? ya i know.. HK.. u have left for just 4 days but it seems like 4 months... wanna said 4 years initially... over ya.. hahaha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ok.. i will not let u sleep when u come to my house when u r back... so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BEWARE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;take care and miss you lots.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247418-115159614549645219?l=m0rethanw0rds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m0rethanw0rds.blogspot.com/feeds/115159614549645219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247418&amp;postID=115159614549645219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247418/posts/default/115159614549645219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247418/posts/default/115159614549645219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m0rethanw0rds.blogspot.com/2006/06/dear-vonnie.html' title='Dear Vonnie'/><author><name>Because He love me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08532466670204124338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247418.post-115158141326227845</id><published>2006-06-29T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T19:43:33.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Collie... What about you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No bones about it, you're a loyal, nurturing &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Collie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; A sensitive breed, you're always approachable and very in tune with others' feelings — just like Lassie! Because of your empathetic nature, you tend to be the group psychologist to your circle of friends. Your faithful, easygoing, steadfast personality makes you a wonderful confidant; people love to come to you with their troubles. Bottom line? You're a star at interpersonal relationships and have a knack for making new friends and acquaintances wherever you go. After all, what's a Collie without a flock to look after? Since you're so giving, your buddies might not realize that you need them just as much as they need you, so make sure not to neglect yours truly. Everyone deserves some "me" time. Woof!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;check it out here---&gt; &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/dog/"&gt;http://web.tickle.com/dog/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247418-115158141326227845?l=m0rethanw0rds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m0rethanw0rds.blogspot.com/feeds/115158141326227845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247418&amp;postID=115158141326227845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247418/posts/default/115158141326227845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247418/posts/default/115158141326227845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m0rethanw0rds.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-collie-what-about-you.html' title='I&apos;m a Collie... What about you?'/><author><name>Because He love me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08532466670204124338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247418.post-115123395968418449</id><published>2006-06-25T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T19:12:39.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>self torture creature</title><content type='html'>Human being are just wonderful animal... sometime i wonder how our concept is like... guys and girls.. they think similarly? Nope!! that is a definite answer.. an answer that i dun even need to use my brain to think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOwever when it comes to love... u can find some similarities between them... they love to self torture... they love to like someone who will never notice their worth... they will fall for someone who doesnt give a damn to them and they will love someone who treat them simply like shit.. okie.. kinda crude.. i know.. i really do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside all that, they will try all ways to reject someone who treats them as treasure.. someone who shower them with care and concern, someone who will sacrifice anything for them... this is the time they treat them like junk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;retribution isn't it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always said Man are from Mars, Women and from Venus... I wonder how true this is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247418-115123395968418449?l=m0rethanw0rds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m0rethanw0rds.blogspot.com/feeds/115123395968418449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247418&amp;postID=115123395968418449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247418/posts/default/115123395968418449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247418/posts/default/115123395968418449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m0rethanw0rds.blogspot.com/2006/06/self-torture-creature.html' title='self torture creature'/><author><name>Because He love me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08532466670204124338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247418.post-115116205202251587</id><published>2006-06-24T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T23:14:12.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 long hours + 3 long hours = a dead fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;wake up early for a staff meeting in school today... at first i was so excited about it.. thinking i will be able to get my timetable finally.. but after the LONG 3 HOURS of TALK... i get nothing.. its still in the process of amending... haiz.. feel a waste of my time after the whole meeting because seem like nothing much they said concern us..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;went for tuition at clementi after that... another 3 long hours... need i said more?? im totally shag after that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;dropped dead immediately when i reached home.. at this moment, im willing to sacrifice anything and everything for a sleep... thou i believe i will immediately jump out of my bed if he called or sms me.. so no choice.. to resist the temptation, i turned my phone to silent mode.. but he did not in the end.. seriously im kinda disappointed.. haiz.. overall, im juz a simple girl ya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I really hate him cos now i juz cant seem to get him out of my mind... why?? i need to know that too.. i have to do so... so afraid it will be a repeated case of hurting myself once more.. okie.. thou im strong.. yes i am.. i learn to be..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;After all the sleep i earn this afternoon, i'm so awake now.. when its the time i need to sleep.. haiz......... my biological clock is all wrong.. have to tune it back before school start.. but i'll be teaching the afternoon session and that means i will continue wif watching all the soccer match and my night life.. wondering is afternoon session good for me...? But i'm sure i dun really like it.. still prefer to have lesson in the morning...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247418-115116205202251587?l=m0rethanw0rds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m0rethanw0rds.blogspot.com/feeds/115116205202251587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247418&amp;postID=115116205202251587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247418/posts/default/115116205202251587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247418/posts/default/115116205202251587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m0rethanw0rds.blogspot.com/2006/06/3-long-hours-3-long-hours-dead-fish.html' title='3 long hours + 3 long hours = a dead fish'/><author><name>Because He love me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08532466670204124338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247418.post-115081791565155284</id><published>2006-06-20T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T23:38:35.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school starting = holiday ending</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hey there... If u are looking at my blog now.. then please stop calling or sms me from today onwards or i should said from this very second onwards.. u r realli getting out of my nerves... u should know who im referring to... and please stop asking my frens anything abt me.. i dun wanna anything to do with u.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ok.. end of irritating ppl....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;wow... England will be playing wif Sweden later... a match that im looking forward to... a muz watch match... England wanna break the curse tonight and i believe they will.. HOwever there are many prediction that since they r already qualified, the coach might let the substitute play today match.. but i still believe that even if its their subsititute who r playing, they r still as good... so England MUST WIN ya... heez.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;oh ya.. vonnie coming out tml... can watch soccer wif her.. no need to watch alone liao.. so good... but think she gotta sleep early cos she has got a camp in sch the very next day.. sianz.. cant talk much or till late night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;School starting soon = holiday ending... however its a good news to me i think... kinda bored this holiday... really hope it ends soon... however i know when sch starts i will long for the holiday to come.. ya.. that is me.. in fact lotsa ppl r like that i think... hahah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;hopefully everything will start and end smoothly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247418-115081791565155284?l=m0rethanw0rds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m0rethanw0rds.blogspot.com/feeds/115081791565155284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247418&amp;postID=115081791565155284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247418/posts/default/115081791565155284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247418/posts/default/115081791565155284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m0rethanw0rds.blogspot.com/2006/06/school-starting-holiday-ending.html' title='school starting = holiday ending'/><author><name>Because He love me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08532466670204124338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247418.post-114969529682249396</id><published>2006-06-07T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T23:48:16.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally another entry!!</title><content type='html'>Been long since i last blog and i think i shd start doing it as frequent as i can.... dun ask me y... it's juz a feeling.. finally it's june.. and practicum is coming real soon.. im realli looking forward to it.. mayb cos my life is soooo boring now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;commented by someone else... " u should be contented ya.. how i long for a holiday like urs..." hey when it's ur turn to have such a long holiday and u gt nothing to do, u will start to go insane day by day.. (that's how i feel now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to frenz who juz ORD.. hahah.. cos they r as free as me, juz a buzz and they will join me to my favourite place.. (partyworld). oh ya.. we went singing yesterday and i realli did enjoy myself.. meet up with Jonah and i realize it's realli long since we last met up... he is still the same.. still sing sooo well... beta than most of the superstar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we were singing half-way, i received a message and it realli distracted me.. wanna rushed home the very next minutes when i saw the message but i was stopped by my frenz.. (results out!! check portal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im realli glad that i did sooo well this semester.. dun understand why too.. honestly i did put in effort but not as much as i did last sem.. anyway... should really give myself a pat n the shoulder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya... talk to brother and dionne over the fone last night and she is soooo kind to offer to paint my room for me.. oops!! i think she is being force to.. anyway.. thanks alot ya gal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think my entry seem funny... not organsied at all.. cos i've sooo much to share but yet i dunno where to start and how to end.. so i juz type whatever that came to my mind.. and yesh!! this is the major problem wif not blogging for a long period of time... now u see the effect ya.. heez...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247418-114969529682249396?l=m0rethanw0rds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m0rethanw0rds.blogspot.com/feeds/114969529682249396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247418&amp;postID=114969529682249396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247418/posts/default/114969529682249396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247418/posts/default/114969529682249396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m0rethanw0rds.blogspot.com/2006/06/finally-another-entry.html' title='finally another entry!!'/><author><name>Because He love me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08532466670204124338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247418.post-114724704191158413</id><published>2006-05-10T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T15:44:01.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Green!!</title><content type='html'>GreenYou're green,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the color of growth and vigor. Good-hearted and giving, you have a knack for finding and bringing out the best in people. Green is the most down-to-earth color in the spectrum — reliable and trustworthy. People know they can count on you to be around in times of need, since your concern for people is genuine and sincere. You take pride in being a good friend. For you, success is measured in terms of personal achievement and growth, not by status or position. Rare as emeralds, greens are wonderful, natural people. It truly is your color!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247418-114724704191158413?l=m0rethanw0rds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m0rethanw0rds.blogspot.com/feeds/114724704191158413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247418&amp;postID=114724704191158413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247418/posts/default/114724704191158413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247418/posts/default/114724704191158413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m0rethanw0rds.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-green.html' title='I&apos;m Green!!'/><author><name>Because He love me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08532466670204124338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247418.post-113283808017327331</id><published>2005-11-24T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T21:14:40.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything is going to be different</title><content type='html'>They said Siblings in christ are your support your pillar&lt;br /&gt;They gave you advices, lend you their ears and be there for you when you need them to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this true?&lt;br /&gt;I really doubt so&lt;br /&gt;afterall they are just another human being in this world&lt;br /&gt;So many things happen in this year after i know Him&lt;br /&gt;They said this is the trials He wants His believers to go thru&lt;br /&gt;but how many of us can overcome it&lt;br /&gt;and why? why do i feel that my life is actually better before i know Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baptism is a big question mark for me now&lt;br /&gt;my faith used to be strong, very strong&lt;br /&gt;whatever i encounter i stay firm&lt;br /&gt;but now my faith drifted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply dun understand why must i go thru all these trials?&lt;br /&gt;I have this mentality,&lt;br /&gt;if only His children has to go thru all these&lt;br /&gt;then maybe i might lose the war one day&lt;br /&gt;as i'm afraid i might not be able to cope with all these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i really think i need some time to be by myself&lt;br /&gt;to think over what i really want&lt;br /&gt;in term of faith, i think im losing my track soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word misunderstanding is really complicated&lt;br /&gt;but yet im someone who hate to explain&lt;br /&gt;they said since its misunderstanding, you should step out and clear the air&lt;br /&gt;but why should i?&lt;br /&gt;is there a need to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when things turn black&lt;br /&gt;its not easy to get it back to the original state&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not clothes or bleach or whatever&lt;br /&gt;it's a crack that is cause in your heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247418-113283808017327331?l=m0rethanw0rds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m0rethanw0rds.blogspot.com/feeds/113283808017327331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247418&amp;postID=113283808017327331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247418/posts/default/113283808017327331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247418/posts/default/113283808017327331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m0rethanw0rds.blogspot.com/2005/11/everything-is-going-to-be-different.html' title='Everything is going to be different'/><author><name>Because He love me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08532466670204124338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247418.post-113276885043174444</id><published>2005-11-24T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T02:00:50.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love heals</title><content type='html'>When an emotional injury takes place,&lt;br /&gt;the body begins a process&lt;br /&gt;as natural as the healing&lt;br /&gt;of a physical wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the process happen.&lt;br /&gt;Trust that nature&lt;br /&gt;will do the healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know that the pain will pass,&lt;br /&gt;and, when it passes,&lt;br /&gt;you will be stronger,&lt;br /&gt;happier, more sensitive and aware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Smilez she is waiting for is finally back on her face&lt;br /&gt;There was once she thought she will take a long long time before she recovers&lt;br /&gt;However she was wrong this time&lt;br /&gt;and Amazingly, she was so glad that she was wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends who misses her smile, her laughter, her jokes, her craziness&lt;br /&gt;she did not disappoint you guys&lt;br /&gt;now the Smilez doesnt leave her face at all&lt;br /&gt;and she wanna Thanks you guys for standing by her side all these while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She might be wrong, she might be pampered, she might be childish&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, she is just a girl who yearns to be care and to be shower with love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou she was hurt&lt;br /&gt;She still look forward to love and to be love&lt;br /&gt;She knows she will fall again&lt;br /&gt;and Maybe she will be hurt again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will still be strong&lt;br /&gt;Because she believe&lt;br /&gt;Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all&lt;br /&gt;And no matter what&lt;br /&gt;loving yourself can heal everything =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247418-113276885043174444?l=m0rethanw0rds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m0rethanw0rds.blogspot.com/feeds/113276885043174444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247418&amp;postID=113276885043174444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247418/posts/default/113276885043174444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247418/posts/default/113276885043174444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m0rethanw0rds.blogspot.com/2005/11/love-heals.html' title='Love heals'/><author><name>Because He love me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08532466670204124338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19247418.post-113281914194692410</id><published>2005-11-24T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T15:59:01.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like the way i am</title><content type='html'>A long holiday and i start to wonder...&lt;br /&gt;Do a lot of reflection and thinking and memories just flashes back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking through the photos, i started to think how much had happened in these 23 years of mine.. From a toothless baby to a well built lady(ya that's me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaging my past life simply put a smile on my face(as natural as it is)&lt;br /&gt;The 1 year spent in Tangkak was really fun and memorable&lt;br /&gt;Playing at the sungei, in the rain, coming out with our own games and stuff are just things that i will never be able to do it again--sweet memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primary school life where i need to travel to and fro Singapore and JB is another stage of my life&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready at 430am waiting for the "orange" bus to pick me up seems like a torture to a primary school kid but i endure it for six years(can you imagine being the first to board the bus --430am everyday and being the last--530pm to reach home)&lt;br /&gt;However, there is fun in it too.. i still remember there were times when we play zero point in the school while waiting for our bus to arrive (MICKEY MOUSE bus) It's not easy to express how different it is for a child to travel to and fro everyday and still have to cope with her studies and i believe only you who had gone thru it will really understand my pain and fun--fun memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondary school life is one of the stages that i will never ever forget&lt;br /&gt;My dear principle(Mr Koh) i really miss you, you are the best principle i had ever come across&lt;br /&gt;My life in secondary school was more colourful because of you and all the great teachers, friends and not to forget my fav sport netball --unforgettable memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poly and Nie life is sooo much different&lt;br /&gt;what i gone thru these few years really "force" me to grow up&lt;br /&gt;Studies, Friendship and Love&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you might think of&lt;br /&gt;i remember a friend of mine told me this&lt;br /&gt;there is problem where there is people&lt;br /&gt;so instead of avoiding it&lt;br /&gt;learn to face whatever obstacles you might face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be painful&lt;br /&gt;and I never failed to cry&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me that my tears will be worthless if i cry too much&lt;br /&gt;But i really wanna tell this person that&lt;br /&gt;i believe that every single drop of tear of mine is priceless&lt;br /&gt;It drops cos it feels, it touches or it pains&lt;br /&gt;for all the people that i care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa people always said that crying doesnt help&lt;br /&gt;BUT who said so?&lt;br /&gt;and what is wrong with crying when u need to do so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, it helps!&lt;br /&gt;As it makes me feel better&lt;br /&gt;i dun like to put on a brave front as much as i dun like to affect the people around me&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna be the way i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did not ask you for your sympathy&lt;br /&gt;and to be honest i dun need anyone to help me to stand up&lt;br /&gt;as i believe i can do it( its just a matter of time)&lt;br /&gt;simply leave me alone when i need to and i will be more than grateful about it&lt;br /&gt;As i just wanna be the way i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe everyone is unique and so i will not be the one you want me to be as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;IM UNIQUE IN MY OWN WAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19247418-113281914194692410?l=m0rethanw0rds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m0rethanw0rds.blogspot.com/feeds/113281914194692410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19247418&amp;postID=113281914194692410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247418/posts/default/113281914194692410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19247418/posts/default/113281914194692410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m0rethanw0rds.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-like-way-i-am.html' title='I like the way i am'/><author><name>Because He love me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08532466670204124338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
