<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 12:20:26 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>mOuThGeaR!</title><description>But He Said To Me, “My Grace Is Sufficient For You, For My Power Is Made Perfect In Weakness.” Therefore I Will Boast All The More Gladly About My Weakness, So That Christ’s Power May Rest On Me. 2 Corinthians 12:9
</description><link>http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Mouthgear)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-6436635309644200852</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Dec 2009 11:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-20T19:34:12.806+08:00</atom:updated><title>Post Bible Camp Emo Syndrome</title><description>The past one week has been wonderful. Reality final steps in today when all the fun cease.&lt;br /&gt;When i first went to the camp last sunday, looking at the list of names. I was thinking to myself,&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no...Sien''. Only a handfull of them i know. However as the ice melts, hearts grow warmer. Friendship, fun and essential lessons learnt- my 'theory' was proved to be otherwise. I enjoyed all the never ending laughter,the silence, meals together, cleaning together and learning together-the oneness. The camp finally had come to an end. The emo-ness that i thought will not set in. Gush in anyways.It was sad that i only learnt to appreciate the simplicity of the group that i am in (i.e. Soldiers of Salvation)  and how in our silence we understood each other only towards the end of the camp. I have indeed learnt much both in the Word of God and also through others around me. I thought i have mastered the skill of (i-will-miss-no-one) after all the past camps, but i guess i have not. I miss my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To S.O.S, O.O.O and L.O.L -remembered always!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-6436635309644200852?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2009/12/post-bible-camp-emo-syndrome.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mouthgear)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-8508048984073901044</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Apr 2009 13:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-09T21:33:20.007+08:00</atom:updated><title>Day out with Mommy..</title><description>After work.I drove back to BM...Went out with my mother to the nearby JUSCO...&lt;br /&gt;walked around and had dinner...Truely enjoy spending time with my mother...&lt;br /&gt;I look at her, and thank God that He gave me such a wonderful mother...&lt;br /&gt;Someone i'd never exchange for anything...Thanks mom...I love you lots!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-8508048984073901044?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-out-with-mommy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mouthgear)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-1059158659487356090</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Mar 2009 16:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-01T00:45:40.854+08:00</atom:updated><title>Decisions</title><description>I have a very big and important decision to make.&lt;br /&gt;Every step that i take, will decide how i choose my life to be.&lt;br /&gt;Every wrong step leads to regrets, anguish, heartbreak and tears.&lt;br /&gt;Every right move leads to joy, happiness, love and it surely will be pleasing to my God.&lt;br /&gt;Now, and now, a decision is needed to be made.&lt;br /&gt;More time and attachment equals to more heartache and headache.&lt;br /&gt;Time, feelings and emotions i have already invested.&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting on the fence of my life.Butt's blooming, heart's aching!&lt;br /&gt;I have no one to talk to about this.Why?&lt;br /&gt;Because of my pride. Not wanting to show that i have made the wrong choice.&lt;br /&gt;The thought of possibly loosing my friends,makes me run away from my friends.To live in denial and avoidance.&lt;br /&gt;I fear, fear that they will not understand me and so i choose to run, to hide, to escape away from them and live instead in my tiny world of fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;Man, i am lousy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-1059158659487356090?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2009/04/decisions.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mouthgear)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-4943388300076887818</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Jan 2009 11:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-23T19:18:19.183+08:00</atom:updated><title>Numbers</title><description>You know, numbers are amazing...&lt;br /&gt;They make you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;, cry, sad, stress and etc...&lt;br /&gt;It can be a special day that someone leaves you with,&lt;br /&gt;A day whereby a close friend or your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;ones shares with you...&lt;br /&gt;Probably someone's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe a phone number??&lt;br /&gt;Number saves lives too..999&lt;br /&gt;What about pay day? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Special&lt;/span&gt; day eh!!After all the hardwork and toiling (or maybe not)...&lt;br /&gt;And there comes the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reward&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;satisfaction&lt;/span&gt;, the ultimate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;motivation&lt;/span&gt; and all that comes along with it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, imagine how number 5000 can stress you out..&lt;br /&gt;It is stressful when you turn over your assignment paper and spot this...&lt;br /&gt;''The number of words you are required for your assignment is at the minimum of 5000 words...''&lt;br /&gt;*pengsan*&lt;br /&gt;Some just reminds you of how business man exploit the day....14 Feb&lt;br /&gt;And some brings in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reunion&lt;/span&gt;, love and other special &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rememberance&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Numbers can make someone feel frustrated too...&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in a situation whereby you are in a rush and the device that prints out your ''Q'' number shows 4003&lt;br /&gt;This is the twist, it gets worst when you notice that the number that they are serving is only at 3567??&lt;br /&gt;I tell you...you'll go "Alamak'' the moment you take your ''Q'' number...Haha&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, you super super wished that your eyes have failed you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadaa...NUMBERS!&lt;br /&gt;So you see that Sesame Street is really a benificial TV programme for you and your kids..&lt;br /&gt;Young and old...In debt or not in debt...&lt;br /&gt;They just remind you how numbers can change lives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is pure 14, 15, 14, 19, 5, 14, 19, 5.....LOL....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-4943388300076887818?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2009/01/numbers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mouthgear)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-6251719778760045890</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Jan 2009 13:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-15T22:41:48.861+08:00</atom:updated><title>Dark Sky+Race+Fogging+Flood= Ugly Roster</title><description>BLA!!....&lt;br /&gt;How can i not be EMO wei...&lt;br /&gt;Know what?&lt;br /&gt;Today my Clinical Instructor (She oversee us when we are in the wards and she also arrange our duty rosters) came in the class with my lecturer and said that for our next clinical posting, we will be allocated to work even on Sundays and Public Holidays in order to ''HELP" us adapt to the ''REAL'' ward routine...Our off days will be one of the funny weekdays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment i heard that...I went like..."WHAT??!!" *Jaw dropped*&lt;br /&gt;Dark gloomy sky clouded my mind...&lt;br /&gt;Thunderstorms was on its way....Oh no...&lt;br /&gt;Without second thoughts, i flipped open my planner with a pencil on my right hand...&lt;br /&gt;Ready to scibble on my planner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was as if...&lt;br /&gt;My hand=The runner on the track&lt;br /&gt;My pencil=The pair of shoes the runner is wearing&lt;br /&gt;My planner=The running track&lt;br /&gt;The ''BAD NEWS"=The race!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''ALAMAK!'' was what i said to my Malay buddy who was sitting beside me..&lt;br /&gt;She didn't say much, but gave me a nod of acknowldgement..&lt;br /&gt;Glad she knew what was on my mind...&lt;br /&gt;BLA ''There goes my plans..all in the drain''&lt;br /&gt;*wwwwhhhhoossss......*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no oh no...'', ''What if?...'', ''How now?...", ''What to do?...'', ''How to replace?''...&lt;br /&gt;Was all that ran pass my head..&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...I now see why my English teacher taught me the 5 W's and 1 H...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,there i was looking miserable...&lt;br /&gt;With a thousand million thoughts running pass my head in that mere few minutes...&lt;br /&gt;They are like those fogging machines on the lorry that comes round your back lane when some dude from your area is reported of having Denggue Fever....yup that's the one...&lt;br /&gt;One of the lorries in town that housewives are NOT SO FOND of...&lt;br /&gt;They come round on unexpected days (though they send out notices) and at the wrong time...&lt;br /&gt;Makes you run all over your house thinking..&lt;br /&gt;''What else have i not cover it with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THE STAR&lt;/span&gt; newspaper?''&lt;br /&gt;And the sound of that machine from afar irritates your ear...&lt;br /&gt;You see nothing but cloudy stuff all over&lt;br /&gt;They always seem to create the ''YOU-ARE-IN-HEAVEN'' feeling&lt;br /&gt;The sexy part is....the smell of it...Gosh...They don't exactly smell like the latest ARMANI perfume in Parkson...I'd call it...Toxifying wei!!&lt;br /&gt;Plus,it leaves you with all the oily substance all over the house..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying very hard to SAVE my plans as much as i can...&lt;br /&gt;The news was like a big flood that has just washed the whole Joyceeee's Village off it's foundation..&lt;br /&gt;And that little denial stage in me was like a little rescue boat trying very hard to rescue every single piece of floating plastic bottle...&lt;br /&gt;It was and is total tragic...Disaster...and MIND BLOWING indeed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why make a big fuss out of it??&lt;br /&gt;Cause my plans were all made permenant already la...DUH...&lt;br /&gt;And come on la...Working on Sunday means i cant go church!!&lt;br /&gt;And that is a NO NO...Sad wei...&lt;br /&gt;Bla...i dunno what nonsense is this...But come on this is my blog...LOL&lt;br /&gt;But ya lar...A little unhappy =(&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i'll get over it...soon...I guess...&lt;br /&gt;Just need a dozen of CHoki-Choki, 5 cups of Milo, 3 Unagi and 1 goodnight's rest to cool things off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The up side is...I have gotten 7 procedural experience a.k.a crosses today wei!!&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahah...A sense of accomplishment...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-6251719778760045890?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2009/01/dark-skyracefoggingfloodugly-roster.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mouthgear)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-8500239887642887789</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Jan 2009 13:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-14T21:47:43.154+08:00</atom:updated><title>E-M-O with bunch of N-O-N-S-E-N-S-E</title><description>OH no oh no...My blog is rusting...&lt;br /&gt;Just plain rust rusting on my blog...&lt;br /&gt;Bla...scrape that...ANYWAYS....&lt;br /&gt;Sorry dudes...Have been busy with work and studies...&lt;br /&gt;And at the same time having to juggle between family and friends...&lt;br /&gt;Church commitments and Non-church commitments..&lt;br /&gt;And dear UNholy me...i cut down on some church commitments,&lt;br /&gt;because i think it is unfair to my parents...&lt;br /&gt;They are catching up with age...&lt;br /&gt;Or rather age is catching up on them and...I need to spend time with them&lt;br /&gt;Come on...they are kinda lonely wei...So ya lar...&lt;br /&gt;I now travel back to BM almost twice a week...even for only a few hours on weekdays&lt;br /&gt;Just to eat dinner and chit chat with my mom as she prepares dinner...&lt;br /&gt;(Anyways, mom, dad, i love you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANyways upon anyways...&lt;br /&gt;Bla..my point and the point is...&lt;br /&gt;I am sardine packed with stuffs...By the first week of class...&lt;br /&gt;My schedule for the whole year is drafted out already..&lt;br /&gt;By the second, my schedules are all packed with stuffs and kinda turned into permenant..&lt;br /&gt;I even planned every of my weekend on what to do from Jan till June already!&lt;br /&gt;Holiday plans were also made...and all set...&lt;br /&gt;Crazy eh....Its so packed that one columm for a date is not enough!(not all lar...but most)&lt;br /&gt;I foresee a super havoc year ahead of me..&lt;br /&gt;SACRIFICE SACRIFICE is (or rather ''ARE''...because she says it twice) the only word my lecturer utters from her mouth...&lt;br /&gt;Adds on stress to us....both mentally and physically..&lt;br /&gt;Gosh...*takes a deep breath*...&lt;br /&gt;And here i am trying to keep my cool despite of all the ''salad-ness'' in life...&lt;br /&gt;Bla...Whatever it is i will still need to overcome it right..&lt;br /&gt;So why make a big fuss??&lt;br /&gt;Well, i make a fuss just to keep things off my chest and off my shoulders..&lt;br /&gt;No other shoulders to lean on....so, just chuck them out lor...&lt;br /&gt;No big deal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''You are so EMO'' that's what they say...&lt;br /&gt;Bla....."ya,so what?"&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with being emo?&lt;br /&gt;We are human beings..and having emotions separates us from animals..&lt;br /&gt;You know its not the mammal or not thing...&lt;br /&gt;it is as in...&lt;br /&gt;Human= the two legged creature that walks, talk, eat, think, gossip and fart mammal&lt;br /&gt;vs. Animal as in Animal=walks, eat...taking away talk,think,gossip and ?????fart????..&lt;br /&gt;Anyways it is better to be emotional than to keep them all in you..&lt;br /&gt;And one day ""BOOM!" there it goes...into the psychiatric unit...Happily ever after...bla bla..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in class today...And i wrote ''E-M-O'' on a big piece of paper..&lt;br /&gt;*Light bulbs* And suddenly out of a not-so-blue sky...&lt;br /&gt;Came this...&lt;br /&gt;''E-M-O'' stands for Extreme Mental Output!!!&lt;br /&gt;Haha...&lt;br /&gt;I guess i have been studying too much...&lt;br /&gt;(I am currently studying on Mental Health Nursing and etc etc...no need to mention them here)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, BLA to those who said i am EMO..&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, how many times do i have to repeat myself??&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT la harlo...&lt;br /&gt;And even if i am....It is perfectly normal...OKay??&lt;br /&gt;Full STOP...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: I am not pissed. :-) *smiles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-8500239887642887789?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2009/01/e-m-o-with-bunch-of-n-o-n-s-e-n-s-e.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mouthgear)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-4740021327773404270</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Nov 2008 01:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-11T09:51:11.154+08:00</atom:updated><title>Down South...</title><description>*szzzzzzzzzling* HOT STUFF! LOL...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys :-) It was a great trip down...&lt;br /&gt;And oh.....Crazy Little Thing Called Love is super YUMMY....Go check it out at KLPAC!&lt;br /&gt;A must watch :-)&lt;br /&gt;ANd and and...yummy yummy IKEA Meatballs....Sausages...and Chicken with Herb and Lemon... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Jun Yi, how's the tau sha pia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-4740021327773404270?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/11/down-south.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mouthgear)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-2598932529527112265</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Oct 2008 11:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-30T20:01:44.717+08:00</atom:updated><title>Admitted...</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SQmhi8aVpgI/AAAAAAAAABo/DA0gvIOJftA/s1600-h/Admitted+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262915261263357442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SQmhi8aVpgI/AAAAAAAAABo/DA0gvIOJftA/s320/Admitted+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Still can syok sendiri although admitted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SQmhergRq7I/AAAAAAAAABg/mubBRyv3ZVY/s1600-h/Admitted+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262915188005383090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SQmhergRq7I/AAAAAAAAABg/mubBRyv3ZVY/s320/Admitted+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nadiah and Hui Shan :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SQmhZhMYIFI/AAAAAAAAABY/e24TQ3krLvY/s1600-h/Admitted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262915099338219602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SQmhZhMYIFI/AAAAAAAAABY/e24TQ3krLvY/s320/Admitted.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shu Hua and Jit Wen..my cute friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SQmhRg45rnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/K8168I745eU/s1600-h/Admitted+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262914961817579122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SQmhRg45rnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/K8168I745eU/s320/Admitted+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The ''trying to smile'' me..*stress*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-2598932529527112265?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/10/admitted.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mouthgear)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SQmhi8aVpgI/AAAAAAAAABo/DA0gvIOJftA/s72-c/Admitted+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-3518801752336347734</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Oct 2008 11:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-27T19:18:31.875+08:00</atom:updated><title>The Pre-Surgery</title><description>I''m now in the ward...Was just admitted around an hour ago..&lt;br /&gt;They took some of my blood for testing and all..&lt;br /&gt;Just finish my dinner...Plain porridge...&lt;br /&gt;By tonight midnight i must fast :-(&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling that i cannot tahan :-)&lt;br /&gt;But what to do....have to try....I hope the surgery wont be too late in the afternoon :-(&lt;br /&gt;*hungry*&lt;br /&gt;Now...I feel bored at the same time anxious... *blank*&lt;br /&gt;Well, although as a student nurse i already know what to expect...BUT...ya lar...still takut&lt;br /&gt;It's different when you are the '''patient''..&lt;br /&gt;Gosh my friends cant wait to prick my butt tomorrow! LOLz...&lt;br /&gt;I have low pain tolerance...&lt;br /&gt;Okay la...now lazy wanna type....Type again later...&lt;br /&gt;I'm typing this plainly because i am bored...&lt;br /&gt;Pray that everything will go on smoothly :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-3518801752336347734?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/10/pre-surgery.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mouthgear)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-3482206924958683686</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Oct 2008 11:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-21T20:07:19.032+08:00</atom:updated><title>All that in one day...</title><description>Last saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I slept at 2a.m&lt;br /&gt;2. Got a call at 1.30a.m&lt;br /&gt;3. Woke up at 5a.m&lt;br /&gt;4. Went to class from 8a.m till 12.30p.m&lt;br /&gt;5. My car could not start.&lt;br /&gt;6. Was in a rush to a wedding.&lt;br /&gt;7. Worst part, i was having the guest book!&lt;br /&gt;8. Needed to fetch another 3 person to the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;9. Anyways,found last minute transport.&lt;br /&gt;10. My friend who drove the car to fetch me and the other 3 lost her way in town.&lt;br /&gt;11. I drove the car, and petrol was already indicating ''E''...(that car does not belong to anyone of us in the car)&lt;br /&gt;12. Took some time to ''feed'' the car's tummy.&lt;br /&gt;13. Wedding starts at 2:30p.m and we reached at 2:15p.m!&lt;br /&gt;14. My last meal was McD porridge which was on Friday 7p.m....So i was super hungry...&lt;br /&gt;15. Wedding went on well.&lt;br /&gt;16. After that,the setting up for the wedding dinner was havoc and crazy...Only 3 young ladies doing it!&lt;br /&gt;17. Wedding dinner starts at 7:30p.m and we only went back to shower nearby at a friends place at 6p.m.&lt;br /&gt;18. Went back to the wedding dinner hall by 6:45p.m to do final touch ups and prepare to invite guest into their seats.&lt;br /&gt;19. Then, *** said the names of the couple that we pinned onto the curtain was too close to the screen for the projector!&lt;br /&gt;20. Thus, our 1 hour of effort wasted.&lt;br /&gt;21. In 20 minutes, a an hour job has to be done! *sweat*&lt;br /&gt;22. Anyways, the 3 of us managed to climb up and down with all the sweat dripping on our dinner dress and got it done.&lt;br /&gt;23. Sense of achievement!&lt;br /&gt;24. Invited guest, however...major confusion happened and the 3 of us...took all the ''blame''.&lt;br /&gt;25. Thank God that we are patient :-)&lt;br /&gt;26. Wedding dinner went well....until.....&lt;br /&gt;27. During the dessert...They served slices of homemade cakes...(i.e. the cake the bride and bridegroom cut)...And the 3 of us....again...became the waitress to around 350 guest!&lt;br /&gt;28. In heels and dinner dress....we walked up and down up and down up and down....&lt;br /&gt;29. bla bla bla bla....at least it ended well..&lt;br /&gt;30. Because of the heels (i did not expect the wedding to be that busy) my toes were swollen!&lt;br /&gt;31. And i have to walk around 60 meters to where the car is parked!&lt;br /&gt;32. Had a good warm shower...&lt;br /&gt;33. I stayed over at my friends place...and her mom asked me to sing with her using her KO set.&lt;br /&gt;34. So, there i was....singing ''Tian Mi Mi'' and "Siao Cheng Ku Shi"....some old chinese Terasa Tang songs..&lt;br /&gt;35. Oh and did i mention that before the wedding, a heavy latch wack straigth with full force into my index finger! It is still swollen and painful...&lt;br /&gt;36. I slept at 2 a.m. that sunday morning...&lt;br /&gt;37. Because a ''long awaited call'' came along..And that single call, made my day...Turned hovoc into peace....turned stress into joy...turned tiredness into strength....&lt;br /&gt;Allowed me to take a pause, a rest, and to take a breath out of my busy busy day...&lt;br /&gt;And i thank God for that precious call..&lt;br /&gt;That moment...&lt;br /&gt;And in that stillness, i hear my own echo, my breathing, felt my heart beating, and the silent night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all that in one day :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Pardon my English...it's super kaput..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-3482206924958683686?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/10/all-that-in-one-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mouthgear)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-1117619107319734772</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Oct 2008 11:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-21T20:10:22.887+08:00</atom:updated><title>The I...</title><description>I'm selfish because i only want you for myself.&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud because i'd always tell others that you're the best!&lt;br /&gt;I'm ugly because all i see in you is beauty.&lt;br /&gt;I'm stubborn because all i want is you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not logical because i'd fly to where you are just to say 'Hi'!&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy because i will smile to myself when i think of you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm undecisive because i can't decide which shirt would look better on you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm impatient because i can't wait to see you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm defensive because I'd always stand up for you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm weak because only then you will shine.&lt;br /&gt;I'm lame because i know it makes you smile.&lt;br /&gt;I'm blur because when i am with you...nothing else comes into my head.&lt;br /&gt;I'm fussy because i want the best for you.&lt;br /&gt;I brag because i'd tell everyone on the street i see about you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see...I am one lousy gal in town...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-1117619107319734772?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/10/i.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mouthgear)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-6882257430957181790</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Oct 2008 16:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-10T00:35:02.194+08:00</atom:updated><title>How Well Do You Know Me?</title><description>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is my full name?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How many siblings do i have?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The church that i am currently attending?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When was i baptized?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What was my baptismal verse?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who are the other 2 of my best buddies in school?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;WHo is my ''big sister''?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do i love pets?What are the pets?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Which are my top 2 favourite must visit shop when i go shopping?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My favourite donut brand.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My favourite drink.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The version of Bible i ma using.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is the brand of my headphone?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What are the sports that i play?And which is my top 2 favourite?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My favourite fruit...hmm..or veg?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My favourite colour?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The name of the hospital I am attached to...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How long is my working contract in that hospital?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How many other pillow are sharing the same bed as i am?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is the colour of my watch's strap?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What are the musical instruments that i can play?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What category of music do i enjoy most?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have 3 original music album. Who's album are they?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When i am angry or mad...what do i do?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is my top 5 favourite christian songs/hymns?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-6882257430957181790?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-well-do-you-know-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mouthgear)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-3874503135606249603</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Oct 2008 15:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-10T00:17:22.795+08:00</atom:updated><title>Mee Cup as Dinner...</title><description>What did i do yesterday....&lt;br /&gt;No..i mean today...24 hours a day is not enough..And thus i am borrowing 3 hours from Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minus the sleeping and waking up..&lt;br /&gt;But here goes my schedule:&lt;br /&gt;6:30am - woke up&lt;br /&gt;7:ooam - breakfast at the cafeteria (yummy toasted bread + Milo = contented)&lt;br /&gt;7:30am till 10am - Doing my pratical examination&lt;br /&gt;10am till 10:30am -Tea break&lt;br /&gt;10:30 till 4 pm - In the class....&lt;br /&gt;4 pm till 8:30pm - In the class, had research meeting in my stinky uniform...with a mee cup as dinner...&lt;br /&gt;9 pm till Midnight - Research meeting in my room..&lt;br /&gt;Midnight till now - Relaxing by blogging,listening to some fantastic music and chatting with Jun Yi and James Quah! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiring day indeed...but most importantly, it was a productive day..&lt;br /&gt;Had a lot of good jokes and laugh despite of the stressful atmosphere..&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all those who listened and responded to my jokes..&lt;br /&gt;Your smile and laughther made my day!&lt;br /&gt;And i am thankful..&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Irwin..for the company! Remember the Kupusamy and Larvasamy!!Lol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-3874503135606249603?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/10/mee-cup-as-dinner.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mouthgear)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-5987178505505689117</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Oct 2008 09:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-09T18:26:29.395+08:00</atom:updated><title>Elena....Oh Elena</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The ''Chit-Chat'' in Elena's post comment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;''It's an interesting take which you have on ionic and covalent bonds. However, you must keep in mind that both bonds occur to form stability between two or more elements. If stability cannot be reached, a bond would not occur. And my definition of stability is that all parties get equal distribution of everything and therefore there is no dominant or recessive element. Cheers!''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-platus-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;''ooo.... interesting..lol.... it was just a random thing anyway... don't bother.''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-elena-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;''haha, even though as you describe ionic bond as bad, but they are stronger compared to covalent bonds...''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-the tall guy-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;''James Bond is teh most powerful!''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-melvin-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;''I have no idea why people are just so caught up over something so random.... the post isn't even bout bonds! but.. HAHAHAHAHHA... melvin rocks!''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-elena-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;''Haha...Sesat Melvin..But you know what..Ya Malaysians are lazy..I actually dropped by yesterday..Scroll down..and thought to myself "Wah so long, read when i am free la"So here i am..Free...reading your blog...Really long..haha..I "WOW" as i read..thinking "I can never write like this and man..so long!"Haha...And i notice, "...." is just EVEYWHERE!! Whether relevant...or not?? (Hmmm....haha no relevance required for dot dot dot rite?) Ahah...Anyways,i use "..." very often too...as you can see..(I'm just plain crapping here..)Chill sista!''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-mouthgear-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;''hahahaha the "..." is where i take long pauses bfore i continue my sentence. I type as if I'm talking to people wan somehow. hahaha..''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-elena-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;''Okay...the reply was fast..Haha..Ya..I actually 'talk' and write too...Haha..And i smile everytime i 'haha'...That is why my friend who walked past me was asking me "Joyce, why are you smiling?" And as usual..."Oh nothing, just something funny online" (to prevent the 'having to give a long answer'....brain=lazy to process the reason and mouth= to lazy to speak)Rainy day...Things just creep slowly..*yawn..feels sleepy*And moreover,my body glucose level is LOW..''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-mouthgear-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SUMMARY: If you have been following...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;                        The conclusion is...Malaysians are lazy, and the best example...THIS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;                        All i need to do is to copy and paste..and tadaaaa...a new post is born!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-5987178505505689117?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/10/elenaoh-elena.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mouthgear)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-9077075967094876829</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Oct 2008 09:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-09T17:52:00.759+08:00</atom:updated><title>The Sacrifice...(ahem..perasan)</title><description>I'm currently stuck in class preparing for my research..&lt;br /&gt;Haha..the same slide takes up 20 minutes just to decide the ultimate ''RIGHT'' colour!!&lt;br /&gt;Sien-ness...what to do?&lt;br /&gt;Haha...guai guai sit down and keep my poor little tummy suffer the ''famine''...&lt;br /&gt;Pity the college..I bet this month's electricity bill will go sky high...&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahaha...*feel bad though i am not responsible in paying the bills*&lt;br /&gt;My hospital's monthly electricity expenses is around RM300,000!!!&lt;br /&gt;*phew....Faints!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungry....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-9077075967094876829?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/10/sacrificeahemperasan.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mouthgear)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-3691717925133302484</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Oct 2008 02:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-09T14:06:44.918+08:00</atom:updated><title>Care..</title><description>What is the difference between staying in the jungle and in the city??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replace the trees with people...&lt;br /&gt;And the buildings with rocks...&lt;br /&gt;Roads with the earth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You talk, but no one listens...&lt;br /&gt;You walk....no one cares..&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day...dirt stucks all over your feet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You care but you don't really care..&lt;br /&gt;You care, but others dont't.....&lt;br /&gt;You don't care who cares for you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-3691717925133302484?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/10/care.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mouthgear)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-3009689738308072744</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Sep 2008 15:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-22T23:26:25.416+08:00</atom:updated><title>Random stuff...</title><description>Have you ever looked into the mirror...&lt;br /&gt;Slap yourself....and shake your dead body....&lt;br /&gt;Yelling in your heart&lt;br /&gt;Telling yourself...''Hey!Who are you to ask so much...Make comments...And what more to request!You must be out of your mind!!!Just keep quiet...can't you???''&lt;br /&gt;"Come on..move on...Don't dwell in the past.."&lt;br /&gt;"You know it better than anyone that life is just not a bed of roses...it's a fact!"&lt;br /&gt;"Just wake up will you...??"&lt;br /&gt;*blinks*&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah...i should just keep my big mouth shut!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL..&lt;br /&gt;This, really random...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-3009689738308072744?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/09/random-stuff.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mouthgear)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-8844607318704701428</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Sep 2008 09:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-14T18:00:14.898+08:00</atom:updated><title>Paging For Listeners..</title><description>Life has been a lil bit hard on me these few months&lt;br /&gt;Since march onwards till now...&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems to be falling apart&lt;br /&gt;And it's always either i try too hard...or i dont try hard enough&lt;br /&gt;I am very confused with my own life and messing up other's...&lt;br /&gt;It's just a plain hard time for me&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'd call this the lowest point in my life...&lt;br /&gt;no one around me seems to ''understand me''&lt;br /&gt;I do not know who to turn to besides God..&lt;br /&gt;I have my family members,&lt;br /&gt;But I do not want to burden my parents by telling them how unhappy i am now&lt;br /&gt;And make worry them..&lt;br /&gt;I would choose a smile than a ''I am worried about you'' face..&lt;br /&gt;Well, everything seems to be against me&lt;br /&gt;And it is causing me to feel very disappointed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altough I may sound super problematic, self-pity, moody or whatever..&lt;br /&gt;But i honestly do not really need advice&lt;br /&gt;I am not trying to be proud&lt;br /&gt;But i know how to play the game, i know the rules and i know them all by heart..&lt;br /&gt;It is just the implementing part...&lt;br /&gt;And i seriously need an ear&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will not judge me..&lt;br /&gt;Someone who does not mind to hear me ''yada yada'' the whole night..&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will say "I love you the way you are" even after all that ''yada yada''&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will give me a big fat hug and does not mind how long the hug will last&lt;br /&gt;And how ugly i look when i cry..&lt;br /&gt;How soaked his/her shirt will be at the end..&lt;br /&gt;And how silly he/she will look beside an ''emo'' person like me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all i need..&lt;br /&gt;May sound hard or easy to some of you guys out there...&lt;br /&gt;But one thing for sure..&lt;br /&gt;I still cannot find an "ear" like that..&lt;br /&gt;However i wish i can....soon&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to keep me sane..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i did found an ''ear'' like that before..&lt;br /&gt;But now....he is no longer ''around'' me anymore..&lt;br /&gt;A person that i can proudly call my best companion..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am surrounded by people...&lt;br /&gt;People...but not true friends&lt;br /&gt;Friends...but not listeners&lt;br /&gt;Listeners..... but not listening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am standing in the middle of a crossroad...&lt;br /&gt;Where to???&lt;br /&gt;I don't know myself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-8844607318704701428?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/09/paging-for-listeners.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mouthgear)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-2036116248227758694</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Sep 2008 09:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-14T17:29:11.904+08:00</atom:updated><title>p/s: I love you..</title><description>When i fall sick,&lt;br /&gt;Mom,I remember you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i feel torn apart,&lt;br /&gt;Mom,I remember you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i am filled with disappointments,&lt;br /&gt;Mom,I remember you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all the people around me don't seem to care anymore,&lt;br /&gt;Mom,I know you care..&lt;br /&gt;And i remember you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i have no one to turn to,&lt;br /&gt;Mom,I know that you are always there,&lt;br /&gt;Ever ready..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy,it's not Mother's Day...&lt;br /&gt;Not your birthday..&lt;br /&gt;Probably just another day,&lt;br /&gt;But i just want to let you know that,&lt;br /&gt;You mean a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;Though i do not say it,&lt;br /&gt;Though you do not tell me that you love me,&lt;br /&gt;I know you do,&lt;br /&gt;Through deeds and glances..&lt;br /&gt;The smiles and "Ah ger,what you want to eat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my heart...I know you care for me and the family&lt;br /&gt;You call me princess...&lt;br /&gt;I call you..."The Queen of my Heart"&lt;br /&gt;Mommy,i miss you...even more now...&lt;br /&gt;And I Love You..&lt;br /&gt;MOre than the words that i can say and know...&lt;br /&gt;More than this blog can fit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love you the way you are..&lt;br /&gt;And i am proud and glad to call you my mom..&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my mom, today and tomorrow as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always cherish you,&lt;br /&gt;And remember...&lt;br /&gt;Your warm smile and hug,&lt;br /&gt;And your gentle touch,&lt;br /&gt;The way you stroke my long, wet hair,&lt;br /&gt;The songs you use to sing to make me sleep,&lt;br /&gt;The moments that you took care of me when i was sick,&lt;br /&gt;The simple yet delicious meals that you have prepared for us,&lt;br /&gt;Your understanding and patience...&lt;br /&gt;All these will always be a part of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for you mommy...&lt;br /&gt;And Daddy...I equally love you as much and will cherish you..&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the love and care...&lt;br /&gt;That i can never ever finish repaying....&lt;br /&gt;May God bless the both of you...&lt;br /&gt;I will always keep you in my prayers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your daugther..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I Love You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-2036116248227758694?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/09/ps-i-love-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mouthgear)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-1094749887694166440</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Sep 2008 08:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-14T16:59:29.519+08:00</atom:updated><title>Sunday...</title><description>Drove to church this morning..&lt;br /&gt;Sat at the 4th row,far left with a new top and my favourite brown floral skirt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fast Forward*&lt;br /&gt;After church, i went to my car and brought down 4 big bunch of rambutans that my father asked me to pass it to the church members...(full of ants!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rmbutan=ants=mycar= ant's tea party....&lt;br /&gt;*in my heart..* "OH NO!!How am i suppose to get rid of it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fast Forward*&lt;br /&gt;After Bible study, drove back to my hostel..&lt;br /&gt;Was sunny n stuffy..&lt;br /&gt;The road was kinda clear today...Amazingly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reaching hostel..&lt;br /&gt;I headed to my lil bed..&lt;br /&gt;Where my pejamas is neatly folded, left at the foot of the bed.&lt;br /&gt;Wash up, changed and Zzzzz dreamland...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i am awake..Not feeling ''fresh''&lt;br /&gt;Instead, stuck with a headache and a super sore throat...&lt;br /&gt;*sien*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am eating a whole mooncake by myself....now now as in now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-1094749887694166440?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/09/sunday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mouthgear)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-8918595220742136608</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Sep 2008 10:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-10T18:29:27.809+08:00</atom:updated><title>Joyce-Bored Syndrome</title><description>Have you ever felt so so bored that you just give up thinking on what you can do??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you are bored but on the other hand...you actually have many things to do..&lt;br /&gt;Somehow the motivation appears no where within your sight...&lt;br /&gt;Thus, you just leave it undone...let it roll and laze around...&lt;br /&gt;Making a big fuzz out of the boring-ness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now stuck BETWEEEN both...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_- *sien*....sigh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-8918595220742136608?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/09/joyce-bored-syndrome.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mouthgear)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-8146498433504416689</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Sep 2008 05:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-09T13:41:19.124+08:00</atom:updated><title>Yesterday..''all my troubles seem so far away"....lalala...</title><description>Yes-ter-day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tripped over my sleeping bag...and fell!&lt;br /&gt;I tripped over my sleeping bag again..and fell!&lt;br /&gt;(Looks like i do not learn from my mistakes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tripped, fell and accidentally hit a plastic vase full of fresh flowers..&lt;br /&gt;The water in the vase splash over the floor and the flowers scattered...&lt;br /&gt;With a semi-conscious + blur vision...i started mopping the floor and picking up the flowers...&lt;br /&gt;Put them in the vase and fill the vase with water...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that...I continue my sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ring...Ring*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up with a sudden jerk to off my phone alarm..&lt;br /&gt;*tripped and fell*&lt;br /&gt;For the second time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt hungry...walked to the counter to get something to munch..&lt;br /&gt;Happy that i bought some Cornflakes (a day before yesterday)..&lt;br /&gt;So, i ''open ceremony -kan'' the Cornflakes and transfer a small amount into another container..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next moment..i turned...&lt;br /&gt;*Piak!*&lt;br /&gt;There goes my Cornflakes...all over the floor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 ''accidents'' within an hour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went like.."Awww man....2nd time d!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i pick those Cornflakes n sweep the floor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time...too frustrated to continue my nap...&lt;br /&gt;So i worked on my presentation slides..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the presentation (i.e. presented today) turned out well, my leacturer love it! Haha*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-8146498433504416689?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/09/yesterdayall-my-troubles-seem-so-far.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mouthgear)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-8544032405745239646</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Aug 2008 02:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-20T10:43:47.032+08:00</atom:updated><title>Nasi Lemak Day</title><description>I was just in the mood to have some nasi lemak for breakfast....&lt;br /&gt;SO...&lt;br /&gt;I kick start my day by walking out from hostel to the nasi lemak stall nearby...&lt;br /&gt; =) yummy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha...going for lunch soon..&lt;br /&gt;*stress*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s it's either i start realising why i am fat...eat less or stop making a fuss and just eat la....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-8544032405745239646?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/08/nasi-lemak-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mouthgear)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-3045052722201166547</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Aug 2008 03:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-18T11:27:52.080+08:00</atom:updated><title>What Nursing Can Do To You..</title><description>In the car (yesterday..after church)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce: Haha...those aunties just now ask me all sorts of question regrading pregnancy..Somemore ask me to find out the difference between a private room and suite for them..&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Of course la...you study nursing what..&lt;br /&gt;Joyce: haha...and I was talking as if i have 4 children already...haha...Funny la...they should know better what..&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sweat*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-3045052722201166547?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-nursing-can-do-to-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mouthgear)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-6431435250948037186</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Aug 2008 03:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-18T11:20:57.227+08:00</atom:updated><title>Mail yang Kena Makan...</title><description>Good morning!!&lt;br /&gt;Sending you some sunshine for you to keep in your pocket.....Haha for your long boring day.....&lt;br /&gt;I thought you may need some sunshine under your 'roof-ed' office..&lt;br /&gt;Hugs..&lt;br /&gt;Will keep you in my prayers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,Joyceeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s this is much much shorter version of my letter which i typed yesterday night..and a few minutes ago.. Third email...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kepala....berasap kerana gmail*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-6431435250948037186?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/08/mail-yang-kena-makan.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mouthgear)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>