<?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-8372884</id><updated>2011-09-29T08:08:35.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mOuThGeaR!</title><subtitle type='html'>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
</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>93</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-1541491816561892449</id><published>2011-03-04T21:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T21:17:51.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;Before  you speak, listen. Before you write, think. Before you spend, earn.  Before you invest, investigate. Before you criticize, wait. Before you  pray, forgive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-1541491816561892449?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/1541491816561892449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=1541491816561892449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/1541491816561892449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/1541491816561892449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2011/03/wise.html' title='Wise'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-8247415613563727461</id><published>2011-02-24T17:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T17:43:06.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A good movie</title><content type='html'>It's yet another boring off day and i've decided to watch some movies on the PC.&lt;br /&gt;I watched ''Julie and Julia'' just a couple of hours ago and i really think that it' s a very inspiring, sweet and touching movie. It speaks of a husband's love, an ambitious woman, the love for food and the process of making glorious food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna start making that yum stew tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-8247415613563727461?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/8247415613563727461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=8247415613563727461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/8247415613563727461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/8247415613563727461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2011/02/good-movie.html' title='A good movie'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-6830446818024556804</id><published>2010-12-29T11:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T11:36:44.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is possible, Sarah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span jsid="text"&gt;To my friend Sarah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said love is impossible..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: "seem impossible with someone like Joyce.. the  person don't even know me. I'm like a foreign antibody..I dunno if I should  laugh or cry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'd say this:&lt;br /&gt;"Sarah, I've had my fair share of good and bad times too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span jsid="text"&gt;&lt;div id="id_4d1aab11063607e36741237" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed"&gt;"Be an antibody that fights not defeated.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a journey that you and i will have to travel.&lt;br /&gt;We'll face bumps in the journey, but we'll also get to enjoy the smooth silky roads.&lt;br /&gt;When it's bumpy, remember the silky days and always pick yourse&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;lf up.&lt;br /&gt;And when the road is smooth, remember those bumpy days and be thankful for what you have.&lt;br /&gt;When the journey seems to be too long, take a break and enjoy the view for whatever that it has to offer to you.&lt;br /&gt;For some, when the journey is long, they'd like to look ahead and await for the best that is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never say never. BUT sometimes learn to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;When i look back, memories flashes me by.&lt;br /&gt;I'd always choose to look at the beautiful ones, that has made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;But I'd also bare in mind those that are unpleasant, to help remind.&lt;br /&gt;(My thoughts for the day - Looking forward, remember back, living present.)&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/8372884-6830446818024556804?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/6830446818024556804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=6830446818024556804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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class="uiStreamMessage"&gt;Love is where the heart is.&lt;br /&gt;Love requires honesty, and likewise honesty requires love.&lt;br /&gt;Honesty requires courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;And courage comes from the heart.&lt;br /&gt;So if you have love, be honest, be courageous and be sincere.&lt;br /&gt;Love is where the heart is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-41307371076701037?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/41307371076701037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=41307371076701037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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hold your hand and whisper in your ears,&lt;br /&gt;To walk by the beach with you,&lt;br /&gt;Sing you a love song,&lt;br /&gt;To gaze into your eyes and see no one else but you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the walks under the moonlight,&lt;br /&gt;The wish we  made on the shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;With you,&lt;br /&gt;Mountains of dreams and hopes i want to share.&lt;br /&gt;And to promise you that,&lt;br /&gt;As long as i live,i will make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;I will cherish you for the rest of my days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all else fails,&lt;br /&gt;when arguments arise,&lt;br /&gt;when tears start to flow,&lt;br /&gt;when you no longer hold my hand,&lt;br /&gt;when we can't seem to look eye to eye anymore,&lt;br /&gt;when everything you do hurts me,&lt;br /&gt;when every word you say pricks me,&lt;br /&gt;when every night turns sleepless,&lt;br /&gt;when every summer feels like winter,&lt;br /&gt;when every day seems to be gloomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember,&lt;br /&gt;That i love you.&lt;br /&gt;Remember,&lt;br /&gt;The memories we had,&lt;br /&gt;Remember,&lt;br /&gt;The first ''I love you'' we exchanged.&lt;br /&gt;Remember,&lt;br /&gt;The promise i made,&lt;br /&gt;and i will still cherish you.&lt;br /&gt;For i have said my vows,&lt;br /&gt;putting God our witness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will love you,&lt;br /&gt;not out of duty,&lt;br /&gt;not out of sympathy,&lt;br /&gt;not out of responsibility,&lt;br /&gt;but by the simple truth that I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: A life experience shared by a friend inspired this.&lt;br /&gt;      Don't marry a person and start forgetting your vows.&lt;br /&gt;      Vows made are to be kept.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-9175454791373661904?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-8717191046812135181</id><published>2010-06-05T07:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T07:26:00.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherish you</title><content type='html'>When i say "I love you'',&lt;br /&gt;Trust me that i do.&lt;br /&gt;When i say ''i miss you'',&lt;br /&gt;Know that you are always on my mind-unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly me to the moon and let me sit among the stars,&lt;br /&gt;Hold my hand and and look into my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Cause it would mean more than words to me,&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be close to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I L-O-V-E you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-8717191046812135181?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-9170185448356946830</id><published>2010-03-26T16:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T17:00:51.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Consistency</title><content type='html'>Don't pray when the sun shines, if you don't pray when it rains :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-9170185448356946830?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/9170185448356946830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=9170185448356946830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Tahoma; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SON: 'Daddy, may I ask you a question?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAD: 'Yeah sure, what it is?' replied the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SON: 'Daddy, how much do you make an hour?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAD: 'That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?' the man said angrily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SON: 'I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAD: 'If you must know, I make $50 an hour.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SON: 'Oh,' the little boy replied, with his head down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SON: 'Daddy, may I please borrow $25?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father was furious, 'If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I don't work hard everyday for such childish frivolities.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down , and started to think:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $25.00 and he really didn't ask for money very often The man went to the door of the little boy's room and opened the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Are you asleep, son?' He asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No daddy, I'm awake,' replied the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier' said the man. 'It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the $25 you asked for.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy sat straight up, smiling. 'Oh, thank you daddy!' he yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why do you want more money if you already have some?' the father grumbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Because I didn't have enough, but now I do,' the little boy replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Daddy, I have $50 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you.' &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts. Do remember to share that $50 worth of your time with someone you love.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have we forgotten what is really important in life? Too caught up in money, personal&lt;br /&gt;ambitions, and forgot how to enjoy and appreciate the sweet simplicities in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of hours. But the family &amp;amp; friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &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/8372884-244885037175045244?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/244885037175045244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=244885037175045244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/244885037175045244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/244885037175045244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2010/03/can-i-borrow-25.html' title='Can I Borrow $25?'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-6704887021920224784</id><published>2010-03-26T16:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T16:56:39.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Reminder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;after New York 9/11...this message was circulated...good reminder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#1a9192;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(26, 145, 146); font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The ' L I T T L E ' Things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;As you might remember, the head of a company survived 9/11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#1a9192;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(26, 145, 146); font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Because his son started kindergarten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Another fellow was alive because it was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#1a9192;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(26, 145, 146); font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;His turn to bring donuts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;One woman was late because her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#1a9192;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(26, 145, 146); font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Alarm clock didn't go off in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;One was late because of being stuck on the NJ Turnpike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#1a9192;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(26, 145, 146); font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Because of an auto accident. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;One of them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#1a9192;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(26, 145, 146); font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Missed his bus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;One spilled food on her clothes and had to take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#1a9192;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(26, 145, 146); font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Time to change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;One's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#1a9192;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(26, 145, 146); font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Car wouldn't start. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;One couldn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#1a9192;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(26, 145, 146); font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Get a taxi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;The one that struck me was the man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Who put on a new pair of shoes that morning, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Took the various means to get to work &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;But before he got there, he developed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;A  blister on his foot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#1a9192;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(26, 145, 146); font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;He stopped at a drugstore to buy a Band-Aid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;That is why he is alive today.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Now when I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Stuck in traffic, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Miss an elevator, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Turn back to answer a ringing telephone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;All the little things that annoy me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;I think to myself, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;This is exactly where &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;God wants me to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;At this very moment.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Next time your morning seems to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Going wrong, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;The children are slow getting dressed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;You can't seem to find the car keys, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;You hit every traffic light,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Don't get mad or frustrated; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#029250;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(2, 146, 80); font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;It May be just that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#029250;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(2, 146, 80); font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;God is at work watching over you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;May God continue to bless you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;With all those annoying little things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;And may you remember their possible purpose.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt; &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/8372884-6704887021920224784?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/6704887021920224784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=6704887021920224784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/6704887021920224784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/6704887021920224784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2010/03/good-reminder.html' title='Good Reminder'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-779179847339702536</id><published>2010-03-24T10:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T10:25:45.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplicity</title><content type='html'>The best part of everything...&lt;br /&gt;Is to just sit down and enjoy the simplicity of it...&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-779179847339702536?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/779179847339702536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=779179847339702536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/779179847339702536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/779179847339702536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2010/03/simplicity.html' title='Simplicity'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-3662741170228141486</id><published>2010-03-24T10:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T10:22:52.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for thought</title><content type='html'>Life is a journey that has millions and trillions of T-junctions, crossroads.... and round abouts.&lt;br /&gt;Decisions are to be made.... they may be the best or the worst decisions in life...But remember this big word ''possibilites''. Because no matter what decisions we make...there is always another possibility behind it....Look not only ahead..but beyond..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Joyce-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-3662741170228141486?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/3662741170228141486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=3662741170228141486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/3662741170228141486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/3662741170228141486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2010/03/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for thought'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-6436635309644200852</id><published>2009-12-20T19:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T19:34:12.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Bible Camp Emo Syndrome</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/6436635309644200852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=6436635309644200852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/6436635309644200852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/6436635309644200852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2009/12/post-bible-camp-emo-syndrome.html' title='Post Bible Camp Emo Syndrome'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-8508048984073901044</id><published>2009-04-09T21:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T21:33:20.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day out with Mommy..</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/8508048984073901044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=8508048984073901044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/8508048984073901044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/8508048984073901044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-out-with-mommy.html' title='Day out with Mommy..'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-1059158659487356090</id><published>2009-04-01T00:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T00:45:40.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/1059158659487356090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=1059158659487356090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/1059158659487356090'/><link 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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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/4943388300076887818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=4943388300076887818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/4943388300076887818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/4943388300076887818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2009/01/numbers.html' title='Numbers'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-8500239887642887789</id><published>2009-01-14T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:47:43.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>E-M-O with bunch of N-O-N-S-E-N-S-E</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/8500239887642887789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=8500239887642887789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/8500239887642887789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/8500239887642887789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2009/01/e-m-o-with-bunch-of-n-o-n-s-e-n-s-e.html' title='E-M-O with bunch of N-O-N-S-E-N-S-E'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-4740021327773404270</id><published>2008-11-11T09:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T09:51:11.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down South...</title><content type='html'>*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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/4740021327773404270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=4740021327773404270' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/4740021327773404270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/4740021327773404270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/11/down-south.html' title='Down South...'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-2598932529527112265</id><published>2008-10-30T19:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T20:01:44.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Admitted...</title><content type='html'>&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/2598932529527112265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=2598932529527112265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/2598932529527112265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/2598932529527112265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/10/admitted.html' title='Admitted...'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-3518801752336347734</id><published>2008-10-27T19:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:18:31.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pre-Surgery</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/3518801752336347734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=3518801752336347734' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/3518801752336347734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/3518801752336347734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/10/pre-surgery.html' title='The Pre-Surgery'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-3482206924958683686</id><published>2008-10-21T19:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:07:19.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All that in one day...</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/3482206924958683686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=3482206924958683686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/3482206924958683686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/3482206924958683686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/10/all-that-in-one-day.html' title='All that in one day...'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-1117619107319734772</id><published>2008-10-21T19:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:10:22.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The I...</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/1117619107319734772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=1117619107319734772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/1117619107319734772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/1117619107319734772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/10/i.html' title='The I...'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-6882257430957181790</id><published>2008-10-10T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T00:35:02.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Well Do You Know Me?</title><content type='html'>&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/6882257430957181790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=6882257430957181790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/6882257430957181790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/6882257430957181790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-well-do-you-know-me.html' title='How Well Do You Know Me?'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-3874503135606249603</id><published>2008-10-09T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T00:17:22.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mee Cup as Dinner...</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/3874503135606249603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=3874503135606249603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/3874503135606249603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/3874503135606249603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/10/mee-cup-as-dinner.html' title='Mee Cup as Dinner...'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-5987178505505689117</id><published>2008-10-09T17:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T18:26:29.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elena....Oh Elena</title><content type='html'>&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/5987178505505689117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=5987178505505689117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/5987178505505689117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/5987178505505689117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/10/elenaoh-elena.html' title='Elena....Oh Elena'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-9077075967094876829</id><published>2008-10-09T17:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T17:52:00.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sacrifice...(ahem..perasan)</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/9077075967094876829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=9077075967094876829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/9077075967094876829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/9077075967094876829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/10/sacrificeahemperasan.html' title='The Sacrifice...(ahem..perasan)'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-3691717925133302484</id><published>2008-10-09T10:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T14:06:44.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Care..</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/3691717925133302484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=3691717925133302484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/3691717925133302484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/3691717925133302484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/10/care.html' title='Care..'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-3009689738308072744</id><published>2008-09-22T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T23:26:25.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random stuff...</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/3009689738308072744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=3009689738308072744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/3009689738308072744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/3009689738308072744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/09/random-stuff.html' title='Random stuff...'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-8844607318704701428</id><published>2008-09-14T17:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T18:00:14.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paging For Listeners..</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/8844607318704701428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=8844607318704701428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/8844607318704701428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/8844607318704701428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/09/paging-for-listeners.html' title='Paging For Listeners..'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-2036116248227758694</id><published>2008-09-14T17:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T17:29:11.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>p/s: I love you..</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/2036116248227758694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=2036116248227758694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/2036116248227758694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/2036116248227758694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/09/ps-i-love-you.html' title='p/s: I love you..'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-1094749887694166440</id><published>2008-09-14T16:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T16:59:29.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday...</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/1094749887694166440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=1094749887694166440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/1094749887694166440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/1094749887694166440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/09/sunday.html' title='Sunday...'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-8918595220742136608</id><published>2008-09-10T18:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T18:29:27.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joyce-Bored Syndrome</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/8918595220742136608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=8918595220742136608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/8918595220742136608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/8918595220742136608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/09/joyce-bored-syndrome.html' title='Joyce-Bored Syndrome'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-8146498433504416689</id><published>2008-09-09T13:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T13:41:19.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday..''all my troubles seem so far away"....lalala...</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/8146498433504416689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=8146498433504416689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/8146498433504416689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/8146498433504416689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/09/yesterdayall-my-troubles-seem-so-far.html' title='Yesterday..&apos;&apos;all my troubles seem so far away&quot;....lalala...'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-8544032405745239646</id><published>2008-08-20T10:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T10:43:47.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasi Lemak Day</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/8544032405745239646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=8544032405745239646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/8544032405745239646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/8544032405745239646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/08/nasi-lemak-day.html' title='Nasi Lemak Day'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-3045052722201166547</id><published>2008-08-18T11:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T11:27:52.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Nursing Can Do To You..</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/3045052722201166547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=3045052722201166547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/3045052722201166547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/3045052722201166547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-nursing-can-do-to-you.html' title='What Nursing Can Do To You..'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-6431435250948037186</id><published>2008-08-18T11:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T11:20:57.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mail yang Kena Makan...</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/6431435250948037186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=6431435250948037186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/6431435250948037186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/6431435250948037186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/08/mail-yang-kena-makan.html' title='Mail yang Kena Makan...'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-2278888927154130773</id><published>2008-08-18T11:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T11:18:23.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhhhhh....</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's raining&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm wearing a jacket in my room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm trying out this ''bullet list'' thingy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm bored&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just bored...but i have things to do&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm thinking of.......someone....i guess&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don''t ask who&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not assume who&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh! It's Ivan's Birthday....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scroll down and you will ''see'' the ulitmate birthday song&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gmail makan 3 of my mail....causing...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kepala berasap!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arrggggg.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-2278888927154130773?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/2278888927154130773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=2278888927154130773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/2278888927154130773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/2278888927154130773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/08/uhhhhh.html' title='Uhhhhh....'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-7871925546052686861</id><published>2008-08-18T11:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T11:09:18.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>It's raining....&lt;br /&gt;*grrrr....cold...*&lt;br /&gt;nose...*sniff sniff*&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhh Choooooooooooooooo!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-7871925546052686861?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/7871925546052686861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=7871925546052686861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/7871925546052686861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/7871925546052686861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/08/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-4369269930493188069</id><published>2008-08-18T10:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T11:00:14.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Song</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to you...&lt;br /&gt;I'm monkey you're too...&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the famous zoo...&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're special too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lolz..A birthday song i wrote specially for Ivan Chong...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;God Bless!Hugs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-4369269930493188069?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/4369269930493188069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=4369269930493188069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/4369269930493188069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/4369269930493188069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/08/birthday-song.html' title='Birthday Song'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-6740562183039707394</id><published>2008-08-17T13:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T14:04:26.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>Lalala....I am at home this weekend...&lt;br /&gt;it is really nice to be home...you know...to just eat and sleep....&lt;br /&gt;I had lots and lots of cempedak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i represented my college to Jit Sin High School (i.e. in Bukit Mertajam)  with a bunch of other hospital staff to give a career talk...It was kinda fun and boring...haha...but it was a pleasant experience..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that career talk thing, my parents came and fetch me home ( i was allowed to go home because the school is located in my hometown). My parents told me about this swimming pool in my hometown, and i just decieded that maybe it would be great to check it out. (haha..i brought my swimming suit along in my bag!) Well, the pool is located in a stadium near my place...Anyways, i deicided to dive in since i am already there...(I was wearing my nurses' uniform *sweat*) haha...i swam 11 laps yesterday...The weather was just great for a good swim...(the pool was a open-air swimming pool)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after that, i went back home and had my early dinner...which was a whole bunch of cempedak, ice kacang and nasi melayu...haha...YUMMY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, my dad just decide that we should go to Autocity and visit the ''flower garden''...aiya...i can't really remember what he called it..anyways, the three of us went there at around 6p.m..There were lots and lots of flowers in rows and rows of pots....And most of them are orkids (my dad's favourite)...we took lots of pictures and overall enjoy it...We also went over to a very "malaysian'' flea-market....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We procided to go Sunway Carnival (a shopping mall in Seberang Perai)...and we walk around..Haha..anyways it was great to just hang out with my parents...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-6740562183039707394?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/6740562183039707394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=6740562183039707394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/6740562183039707394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/6740562183039707394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/08/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-7692906828058169050</id><published>2008-08-15T21:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T21:43:42.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>Flu,cough and headache...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flu flu go away..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-7692906828058169050?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/7692906828058169050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=7692906828058169050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/7692906828058169050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/7692906828058169050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/08/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-8691934822892105281</id><published>2008-08-14T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T00:08:40.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SWimming!!</title><content type='html'>Yay..finally went swimming today..Swam 10 laps today..Woohoo....&lt;br /&gt;Water was chilly..But was fun...swimming...Love that weightless feeling in the water...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha...today i went swimming and there was this girl who was drowning in a 15ft deep pool....&lt;br /&gt;I guess she was super nervous seeing me and my 3 friends approaching and did not know what to do and where to go...haha..beginner swimmer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then,haha....i went and save her...lucky that i did not drown together with her,as she was holding on to my arms so tightly!&lt;br /&gt;And guess what..her swimming instructor was just standing at the side of the pool asking her in Hokkien ''eh bo...eh bo.." i.e ''can or not'' in English....haha..Joker that guy...&lt;br /&gt;If cannot...die la...haha..&lt;br /&gt;I was like ''duh-ing'' in the water..and continued swimming...lol...kena ejek by my friend cukup cukup...jadi hero...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was enjoyable overall..i mean the swim...OH...i wore my new swim suit today!! Haha..&lt;br /&gt;Nearly fell when i came out from the pool! HArlo...the floor was like so so slippery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha..luckily did not fell..malu ler...hahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-8691934822892105281?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/8691934822892105281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=8691934822892105281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/8691934822892105281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/8691934822892105281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/08/swimming.html' title='SWimming!!'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-1973689128528534290</id><published>2008-08-14T21:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T13:38:47.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Have you ever experience this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you are super down, there will be this familiar ''childhood'' scent around?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, i was walking to the college kitchen to fill my water bottle... then suddenly out of no where...there was this very familiar scent... Erm...more like the smell of some milk powder my nanny use to make for me before i sleep...or rather to make me sleep...I LOVE MILK!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;till today...i still LOVE MILK!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-1973689128528534290?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/1973689128528534290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=1973689128528534290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/1973689128528534290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/1973689128528534290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/08/have-you-ever-experience-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-2817669493370047584</id><published>2008-08-14T14:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T14:29:57.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends...</title><content type='html'>Some friends make you cry,&lt;br /&gt;Some drive you up the walls,&lt;br /&gt;Some screw you down,&lt;br /&gt;Some tear your heart,&lt;br /&gt;Some are like tear-gas in life,&lt;br /&gt;Some enjoy adding salt,pepper and chilli into your life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some who will makes you laugh,&lt;br /&gt;Smile,&lt;br /&gt;And add in some fun,&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;Colours,&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Care,&lt;br /&gt;Advice,&lt;br /&gt;Some hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Some jokes,&lt;br /&gt;Some company....&lt;br /&gt;Some shoulder,&lt;br /&gt;Some silence....&lt;br /&gt;Just to let you know that they care for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i guess...Friends are people who will sometimes make mistakes...&lt;br /&gt;but look at their positive side...and you will notice that they are all not that bad..&lt;br /&gt;I am not perfect too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys lot!&lt;br /&gt;Whoever you are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Michiniko-san&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-2817669493370047584?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/2817669493370047584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=2817669493370047584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/2817669493370047584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/2817669493370047584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/08/friends.html' title='Friends...'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-4652896562630072297</id><published>2008-08-14T14:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T14:19:40.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHN</title><content type='html'>Dear Nadiah, Jit Wen, Hui Shan, Fang Wui, Zi-Jia, Bavanee, Yamuna, MaryAnne, Shu Hua and Kai Ying....thank you for making my day brighter!! I really enjoy going Community Health with you guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially Nadiah...Thank you =) for the nauseous trip and your ''pro'' advice..hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Tok Guru Nasihat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Lee-san...hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-4652896562630072297?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/4652896562630072297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=4652896562630072297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/4652896562630072297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/4652896562630072297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/08/chn.html' title='CHN'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-8573116403323451667</id><published>2008-08-13T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T22:37:15.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Verse From Mi Mae..</title><content type='html'>Some trust in chariots, and some in horses: but we will remember the name of the LORD our God. Psalm 20:7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-8573116403323451667?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/8573116403323451667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=8573116403323451667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/8573116403323451667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/8573116403323451667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/08/verse-from-mi-mae.html' title='A Verse From Mi Mae..'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-6602150885363660766</id><published>2008-08-13T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T22:22:12.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Sms Can Do...</title><content type='html'>I smsed my parents....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, dad...miss you guys. Very stressful. Suddenly miss you so much. Very sad. =( Can't wait to see you this saturday..Do pick me up from Jit Sin. Need you to drop me at the jetty on sunday morning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's reply was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes okay my darling girl. See you on Sat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That made my tears roll down...And at the same time brought comfort to my heart and hung a smile on my face...silently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Mom..&lt;br /&gt;Love you Dad...&lt;br /&gt;And love you lots too bro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUgs and Kisses i have none,&lt;br /&gt;But words from you and you and you...&lt;br /&gt;Makes my darkest night to shine..&lt;br /&gt;So, smile and say some encouraging words..&lt;br /&gt;You will never know when it'll heal a heart,&lt;br /&gt;Sow a smile,&lt;br /&gt;And warm cold bloods....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-6602150885363660766?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/6602150885363660766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=6602150885363660766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/6602150885363660766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/6602150885363660766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-sms-can-do.html' title='What A Sms Can Do...'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-1475412411083325619</id><published>2008-08-13T14:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T14:43:32.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bulied...</title><content type='html'>Being bulied...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-1475412411083325619?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/1475412411083325619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=1475412411083325619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/1475412411083325619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/1475412411083325619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/08/bulied.html' title='Bulied...'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-6909269799985324170</id><published>2008-08-12T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T22:57:15.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meetings...oh meetings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;1. My name is not ''wei''&lt;br /&gt;2. If my opinion is not appreciated, please do not just shut me off!&lt;br /&gt;3. Do i always have to repeat myself more than 3 times before someone or anyone hears me?&lt;br /&gt;4. After hearing what i have been trying to ask, do anyone out there actually plan to give me a reply? Are you dumb? Or do i look like ''mute'' to you?&lt;br /&gt;5. Okay, so now when i keep quiet, you say that i give you stress?? What am i suppose to do?&lt;br /&gt;6. You guys just treat me like a Touch N' Go machine, request all sorts of everything from me and practically use me when necessary, and throw me aside when i am not!&lt;br /&gt;7. When you need an English ''teacher'', sweet faces surround me. So sorry but it's disgusting!&lt;br /&gt;8. And btw, i am not a robot, i have feelings, i have ears, i have eyes, i fall sick, i feel tired and i need my own space to do my stuffs!I am not married to your meetings!&lt;br /&gt;9. Talking to my family members somehow cheers me up (though i do not really tell my college stuffs to them).&lt;br /&gt;10. In times like this, i conclude that, i need God in my life, so that i may be able to love others when they are not that lovely and kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to keep myself sane...Someone....to keep me sane...&lt;br /&gt;I am not who i am outside...I am terribally stressed out..&lt;br /&gt;Need Help! Need God! Need strength!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the emo-ness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;This is practically my best ''dumping site'' when i have no ears around me to listen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-6909269799985324170?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/6909269799985324170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=6909269799985324170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/6909269799985324170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/6909269799985324170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/08/meetingsoh-meetings.html' title='Meetings...oh meetings...'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-9095955490419209529</id><published>2008-08-11T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T00:31:32.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a bit late now. But i can't seem to sleep. Just finish chatting with Mr. X on the phone.'&lt;br /&gt;Can't sleep, so decided to make a hot cup of milo with some oats and musli!! Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;I am talking nonsense and going to talk more nonsense now.&lt;br /&gt;Probably due to the effects of Milo??&lt;br /&gt;I am a Milo lover btw. Thus i drink lots of Milo!! *Pity my parents....Milo expensive*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Milo, a very popular conversation between my mother and i popped into my head...&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom says, "When i was pregnant with you, i drank lots of soya milk i.e. after knowing that you are a baby girl, because my friends say by drinking soya milk you will be fairer! But, how come your skin colour look more like Milo than soya milk?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reply, ''Uhhh..Okay...I'll avoid the sun."&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, i was thinking to myself, '' Huh...what's with me and soya milk and Milo? Milo nice what.... Is mom trying to tell me to avoid drinking too much milo? Or asking me to drink Milo instead of soya milk when i am pregnant, so that my baby girl will have that 'soya milk' skin colour?? *Sweat* "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..joker punya mommy..hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sing to the tune of "Are you sleeping, brother John.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Milo,&lt;br /&gt;Milo loves me,&lt;br /&gt;We share bottles, dont's share father,&lt;br /&gt;3 full scoop of milk powder,&lt;br /&gt;plus 2 scoop of Milo POWER!&lt;br /&gt;Yummy yummy yummy,&lt;br /&gt;yummy yummy yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Milo,&lt;br /&gt;Milo loves me,&lt;br /&gt;Parents buy them,&lt;br /&gt;Milo boss earn money,&lt;br /&gt;We grew up together,&lt;br /&gt;Share love for each other,&lt;br /&gt;But i have no ''shares''&lt;br /&gt;Only Milo powder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Milo,&lt;br /&gt;Milo loves me,&lt;br /&gt;I need to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;Sleep needs me,&lt;br /&gt;I will try to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;Keep Milo off me,&lt;br /&gt;Hope don't dream of Milo!&lt;br /&gt;Dream of Mr. X!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nuts"-cracker cracking head to crack a cracky crackiling song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-9095955490419209529?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/9095955490419209529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=9095955490419209529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/9095955490419209529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/9095955490419209529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-bit-late-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-7887372729093243561</id><published>2008-08-10T23:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T00:06:25.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things That I Can *Bla* About A Picture..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SJ8QHz_RHbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_Z9WbLmq3Jg/s1600-h/28072008(015).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232919018428505522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SJ8QHz_RHbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_Z9WbLmq3Jg/s400/28072008(015).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. I wish that she is my baby.&lt;br /&gt;2. But I am not a mom yet!&lt;br /&gt;3. So that cannot be my baby&lt;br /&gt;4. Making me not the mom of the baby.&lt;br /&gt;5. Plus, who is her father? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;6. I have nothing to do with her father.&lt;br /&gt;7. I don't do breastfeeding.&lt;br /&gt;8. I can't breastfeed anyways.&lt;br /&gt;9. My parents will kill me if i am the mother to this baby...cause i am not suppose to have one..&lt;br /&gt;10. If i can breastfeed, something must be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, i was working in the nursery 2 weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda fun. Haha... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-7887372729093243561?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/7887372729093243561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=7887372729093243561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/7887372729093243561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/7887372729093243561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/08/10-things-that-i-can-bla-about-picture.html' title='10 Things That I Can *Bla* About A Picture..'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SJ8QHz_RHbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_Z9WbLmq3Jg/s72-c/28072008(015).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-1400657509392197608</id><published>2008-07-05T00:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T01:03:47.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are the apple of my eye!!</title><content type='html'>You walked into my life...&lt;br /&gt;And shed some light on my darkest night...&lt;br /&gt;Bringing me warm, love and light...&lt;br /&gt;Strength and might...&lt;br /&gt;Joy and delights...&lt;br /&gt;In my little life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in your ''four-wheeled drive''...&lt;br /&gt;Chatting through the night...&lt;br /&gt;Laughing over my silly jokes while you drive...&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing!&lt;br /&gt;Well,i always have enjoyed every single moment with you...&lt;br /&gt;Truely, sincerely, deeply..&lt;br /&gt;Thank you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JCO rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-1400657509392197608?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/1400657509392197608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=1400657509392197608' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/1400657509392197608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/1400657509392197608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-are-apple-of-my-eye.html' title='You are the apple of my eye!!'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-6647366591374847522</id><published>2008-07-05T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T00:23:17.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to All New ''Visitors''!</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the Lala Land of Crapping..Well,what i do here is to just free type nonsense with my broken England...ahemm..i mean...English and copy paste some bulletines from Friendster and emails...i.e when my friends start to ask me to update my blog! Lol.. Anyways..Welcome and enjoy reading..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-6647366591374847522?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/6647366591374847522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=6647366591374847522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/6647366591374847522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/6647366591374847522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/07/welcome-to-all-new-visitors.html' title='Welcome to All New &apos;&apos;Visitors&apos;&apos;!'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-7583982391065620039</id><published>2008-05-09T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T14:55:43.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-7583982391065620039?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/7583982391065620039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=7583982391065620039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/7583982391065620039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/7583982391065620039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-4698359318252310898</id><published>2008-05-09T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T14:53:14.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Top Ten Priceless a.k.a ''Close to My Heart" List:</title><content type='html'>1. The One who gives me eternal life!&lt;br /&gt;2. My parents who physically gave me life.&lt;br /&gt;3. My best buddy :-) (hint:You are my sunshine and my password holder!)&lt;br /&gt;4. The smile of those who are around me... my sunshines!&lt;br /&gt;5. All the hugs and kisses!! And the ''I Love You"....Hehe&lt;br /&gt;6. A simple card to show you care...&lt;br /&gt;7. Encouraging words from others!!&lt;br /&gt;8. A simple and sincere "Thank You".&lt;br /&gt;9. A call or a sms just to say ''HI!"&lt;br /&gt;10. The pictures and Videos in my laptop! (All my sweet memories are all in there :-) ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Subjected to changes :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-4698359318252310898?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/4698359318252310898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=4698359318252310898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/4698359318252310898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/4698359318252310898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-top-ten-priceless-aka-close-to-my.html' title='My Top Ten Priceless a.k.a &apos;&apos;Close to My Heart&quot; List:'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-3063780050027729638</id><published>2008-05-09T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T14:51:08.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-3063780050027729638?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/3063780050027729638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=3063780050027729638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/3063780050027729638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/3063780050027729638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-410652146028778674</id><published>2008-05-06T22:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T17:08:39.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much! Too Little?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;When you are too confident, others call it proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you try to help too much, others call it ''kei po".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you talk too much, others call you talkative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you suggest too much, they'll call you nosy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you are too kind, they say you have hidden agendas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you care too much, they call you at "pat kua''.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you just need some space, they call you selfish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you say you need a break, they call you lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you just burst out in tears, they call you cry baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you talk a little louder, they call you rude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you joke too much, you're like a fool to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you walk fast, they think you are running away from them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;\When you walk with heavy footsteps, they say you walk like an elephant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you laugh too loud, they'll all just stare at you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you keep quiet, they say you are moody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you dress differently for once, they strip you with their words!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you have had a good breakfast and want to skip lunch, they say you are trying to go on diet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you just spend a little more than usual, they call you spendrift.&lt;br /&gt;When you smile too much, they call you crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you are really innocent, they put all the blame on you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you are too hardworking, they say you are trying to ''polish'' someone else's shoe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you try to contribute, they say you just want to show-off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you try to advice others out of care and concern, they say you are bossy and  ask you to mind your own business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you try to help someone else in improving something, they say you just want the credit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you try to show leadership skills, they call you authoratative and forceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lesson is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Too much of something is very bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. You can never please everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Just be yourself! BUT always remember your limits, follow your conscience (although our conscience may be wrong sometimes) and read your Bible everyday! The Bible is the ultimate best book to refer when you need a professional advice, encouragement and guide to a ''prosperous life"! So you see, you don't need to get books on ''How to get earn big bucks" and try to be D.Trump overnight, just get a Bible! It'll never expire and it's affortable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. We are not perfect, prone to make mistakes, but we must be accountable with our actions, admitting our mistakes and do not say just because we are not perfect then we are allowed to make mistakes intentionally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. We are individuals, thus God has made us special individually. We are all wired differently. Learn to accept others for who they are and not what you want them to be!Do keep your fingers crossed that others will do likewise. No one is perfect right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. The Golden Rule is, do unto others what you want others to do to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. When you screw your life and think to yourself saying life is not worth living anymore or just feel the burden of the whole world is on your shoulders till you just gasp for air...cry out to God! And i assure you that HE'll surely hear your cry instantly! His hotline is 24hours, 365days available with fantastic coverage (better than DiGi, Maxis and Celcom!). After emptying your cry, complaints, cares, problems, burdens, worries and anxiety...Trust that He will rescue you! The rescue may not be instantly, but HE WILL..in His time! He will provide the best for you because you are His and He cares for you more than anyone can (He even sent His ONLY Son, Jesus Christ to die on the cross for you and me!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Finally, always keep in mind that HE carries you on His shoulder and He walks with you, talks with you and you are His...Close to His heart! Everthing may change but He is ever the same yesterday, today and tomorrow! He is and unchanging God! And HE is awsome, forgiving and just God. He is Just yet compassionate! He is my Refuge, my Strong Tower, my Friend, my Father, my Comforter, my Protector, my Super GPS, my Shepherd, my Peace (Shalom) and my Ultimate Mighty GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question is...Don't you just think He is a fantastic GOD!? Would you like Him to be your Friend today?Now!? Do you want to accept Him and recieve His great gift for you that He has prepared for you?Do you want Him to be in YOUR life and take control of the mess that you have made in your life? Do you want to change?To be a new person, leaving behind your past?He forgives you and wants you to be His TODAY! He will remember your wrongs no more!!His Love for you is all ready...The Door is open...this is ultimate Best offer you can find!!Are you ready to accept Him?If in your heart you have said ''Yes"...DO NOT hesitate..Come in!If you do...drop me a comment :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God loves me and He loves you too!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-410652146028778674?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/410652146028778674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=410652146028778674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/410652146028778674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/410652146028778674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/05/too-much-too-little.html' title='Too Much! Too Little?'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-646682716680151407</id><published>2008-04-04T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T23:36:35.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Break Me Like This!!</title><content type='html'>I feel so physically,mentally and emotionally tired, frustrated, disapointed and crushed! Why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must i always be the one trying to understand others? I NEED YOUR UNDERSTANDING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm forced to, i have no choice! It pierces my heart twice when you are unhappy! I know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have planned and longed for it...I know it is not because of me that you are excited about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it...I know you too well to know what is going through your head..But you mean a lot to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that i don't dare to hurt you and say no. Can't you see that i am trying my best to squeeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time that i don't have? I am stuck in a very difficult situation and i have plenty of worries to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worry about already and this is just adding it on to my burdens... I thought you would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;understand...But you don't...I have to do this all by myself after all the hard time..no one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around me that i can share my head and heart ache to!! Loosing one is enough!! Why you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make me feel as if i am loosing you and i owe you so so much? I need you and now you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to leave too??? Since everyone important in my life is leaving me...JUST GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...................PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bitter now....Don't break me like this!! Please....Don't....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that i really sound like a very depressing young lady through most of the articles i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post...But honestly i cannot determine many things....I'm just a person numbered as aged 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my physical, mental stress and etc. are just not what a 20 year old experiences...I have a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lot of burden on my shoulders.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, carry it with and for me...I can't live like this alone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-646682716680151407?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/646682716680151407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=646682716680151407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/646682716680151407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/646682716680151407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/04/dont-break-me-like-this.html' title='Don&apos;t Break Me Like This!!'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-9026285628109888276</id><published>2008-04-02T08:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T09:02:25.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spanish Class..</title><content type='html'>A SPANISH Teacher was explaining to her class that in Spanish, unlike English, nouns are designated as either masculine or feminine.&lt;br /&gt;'House' for instance, is feminine: 'la casa.''Pencil,' however, is masculine: 'el lapiz.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A student asked, 'What gender is 'computer'?'&lt;br /&gt; Instead of giving the answer, the teacher split the class into two groups, male and female, and asked them to decide for themselves whether computer' should be a masculine or a feminine noun.Each group was asked to give four reasons for its recommendation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men's group decided that 'computer' should definitely be of the feminine gender ( 'la computadora' ), because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. No one but their creator understands their internal logic;&lt;br /&gt; 2. The native language they use to communicate with other computers is incomprehensible to everyone else;&lt;br /&gt;3. Even the smallest mistakes are stored in long term memory for possible later retrieval; and,&lt;br /&gt; 4. As soon as you make a commitment to one, you find yourself spending half your paycheck on accessories for it . (THIS GETS BETTER!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The women's group, however, concluded that computers should be Masculine ( 'el computador' ), because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. In order to do anything with them, you have to turn them on;&lt;br /&gt;2. They have a lot of data but still can't think for themselves;&lt;br /&gt;3. They are supposed to help you solve problems, but half the time they ARE the problem; and&lt;br /&gt; 4. As soon as you commit to one, you realize that if you had waited a little longer, you could have gotten a better model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The women won!!!&lt;br /&gt;Haha :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-9026285628109888276?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/9026285628109888276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=9026285628109888276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/9026285628109888276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/9026285628109888276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/04/spanish-class.html' title='Spanish Class..'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-257787324964724518</id><published>2008-04-02T08:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T08:43:45.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My all in all...</title><content type='html'>You are my strength when i am weak,&lt;br /&gt;You are the treasure that i seek,&lt;br /&gt;You are my all in all.&lt;br /&gt;Seeking you as a precious jewel,&lt;br /&gt;Lord to give up i'd be a fool,&lt;br /&gt;You are my all in all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come to Me all those who are weary...&lt;br /&gt;And I will give you rest..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The obstacles in our lives,&lt;br /&gt;Along the rocky way,&lt;br /&gt;It's so that we'll hear&lt;br /&gt;"Well done thou good and faithful servant!"&lt;br /&gt;From the Master's lips..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: Dont't cry over the past...persist for the future!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-257787324964724518?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/257787324964724518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=257787324964724518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/257787324964724518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/257787324964724518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-all-in-all.html' title='My all in all...'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-8377179024850872416</id><published>2008-03-27T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T22:42:54.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Influence of IT...</title><content type='html'>JUST FOR LAUGHS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear IT Support,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I upgraded from Boyfriend 5.0 to Husband 1.0 and noticed a slow downin the overall performance,particularly in the flower, gifts andjewellery applications that hadoperated flawlessly under Boyfriend5.0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, Husband 1.0 un-installedmany other valuable programs, such asRomance 9.5 and Personal Attention 6.5,but installed undesirable programs suchas Formula One 5.0, NBA 3.0 and WorldCup 2.0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now Conversation 8.0 no longer runsand House Cleaning 2.6 simply crashesthe system. I've tried running Nagging5.3 to fix these problems, but to noavail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,Desperate Housewife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Desperate Housewife,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First keep in mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend 5.0 is an entertainmentpackage, while Husband 1.0 is anoperating system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try entering the command C:\ I THOUGHTYOU LOVED ME and download Tears 6.2 toinstall Guilt 3.0 ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all works as designed, Husband 1.0should then automatically run theapplications Jewellery 2.0 and Flowers3.5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But remember, overuse can cause Husband1.0 to default to Grumpy Silence 2.5,Happy Hour 7.0 or Late Night Teh Tarik6.1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late Night 6.1 is a very bad programthat will create SnoringLoudly.wavfiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do, DO NOT install Mother-in-Law 1.0 or reinstall anotherBoyfriend program. These are notsupported applications and will crashHusband 1.0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In summary, Husband 1.0 is a greatprogram, but it does have a limitedmemory and cannot learn newapplications quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might consider additional softwareto improve memory and performance. Ipersonally recommend Hot Tasty Food 3.0and Tongkat Ali 6.9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT Support&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-8377179024850872416?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/8377179024850872416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=8377179024850872416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/8377179024850872416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/8377179024850872416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2008/03/influence-of-it.html' title='The Influence of IT...'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-7252899555779173408</id><published>2008-03-25T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T23:09:16.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Let Go...Move On For God!</title><content type='html'>I LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i'll never love this way again...&lt;br /&gt;BUT i can't keep you...&lt;br /&gt;It'll be wrong for me to do so.&lt;br /&gt;So, for God...go!&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand behind you...silently..&lt;br /&gt;Because i love you, because i care..Because we love HIM..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll hurt, it's painful...&lt;br /&gt;But do not worry..&lt;br /&gt;HE heals a broken hearted...&lt;br /&gt;He'll heal mine and yours too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought..I have found the one...&lt;br /&gt;But now he's gone...&lt;br /&gt;I miss him....&lt;br /&gt;And i still hope that he'll come back to me&lt;br /&gt;Again....&lt;br /&gt;When he is ready...&lt;br /&gt;But it all narrows down to God's hands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still somehow sense that you are the one...&lt;br /&gt;But i better keep it low for now..&lt;br /&gt;Because i do not know what God has installed for u n me...&lt;br /&gt;You may get a better girl than me...&lt;br /&gt;But i know i'll never get someone like you again..&lt;br /&gt;I know it in my heart..That i love you..&lt;br /&gt;But can i say "Please don't go too far away from my heart..and I still need you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You left me with no choice..&lt;br /&gt;But i will choose for myself now that&lt;br /&gt;I'll serve my dear Lord with all my heart..&lt;br /&gt;Walk close with HIm...&lt;br /&gt;Depend on HIm..&lt;br /&gt;And to do His will...and not mine...&lt;br /&gt;May the Lord be my guide..and lead me&lt;br /&gt;May i surrender to Him..&lt;br /&gt;Carry His cross and be obedient to His Commands..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we are to be made together...&lt;br /&gt;We will.....(crying softly in my heart..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though i walk through valley's low&lt;br /&gt;I will fear no evil..&lt;br /&gt;By the waters, still my soul..&lt;br /&gt;My heart will trust in You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO my Dear Lord,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, I come to You now knowing that You will help me&lt;br /&gt;through these moments..I know that You are my Almighty&lt;br /&gt;God..And you will surely carry me through..I need You dear&lt;br /&gt;Lord in my life...I am nothing without You..May i walk close with&lt;br /&gt;You each day...Putting you first in my heart and surrender my&lt;br /&gt;days to You..Use me today Lord to do Your will and to do the&lt;br /&gt;purpose that You have set for me long before i was concieved in&lt;br /&gt;my mother's womb..I love You dear Lord...Please be with me...I want&lt;br /&gt;to walk close with You for the rest of my days...let me not think too&lt;br /&gt;much or worry too much on what i will eat or wear for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;For tomorrow will worry about itself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love from your daugther who needs You to be in her life,&lt;br /&gt;Joyce..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is more, i consider everything a loss compared to the surpassing greatness of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-7252899555779173408?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-62441902570167486</id><published>2008-02-10T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T17:08:39.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Life maybe unhappy and not going the way i want it to be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i will not walk away from my problems...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will sit and solve till i get it right..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am not going to make a big fuss out of everything and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-62441902570167486?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-7328996446281725877</id><published>2007-10-02T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T15:09:49.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Language!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;If i dont call you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;[Its because im waiting for you to call me]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When i walk away from you mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;[Follow me]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When i stare at your mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;[Kiss me]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When i push you or hit you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;[Grab me and dont let go]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When i start cussing at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;[Kiss me and tell me you love me]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When im quiet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;[Ask me whats wrong]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When i ignore you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;[Give me your attention]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When i pull away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;[Pull me back]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When you see me at my worst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;[Tell me im beautiful]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When you see me start crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;[Hold me and tell me everything will be alright]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When you see me walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;[Sneak up and hug my waist from behind]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When im scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;[Protect me]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When i lay my head on your shoulder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;[Tilt my head up and kiss me]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When i tease you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;[Tease me back and make me laugh]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When i dont answer for a long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;[reassure me that everything is okay]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When i look at you with doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;[Back yourself up]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When i say that i like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;[I really do more than you couldunderstand]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When i grab at your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;[Hold mine and play with my fingers]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When i bump into you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;[bump into me back and make me laugh]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When i tell you a secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;[keep it safe and untold]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When i look at you in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;[dont look away until i do]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When i miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;[im hurting inside]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When you break my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;[the pain never really goes away]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When i say its over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;[i still want you to be mine]&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/8372884-7328996446281725877?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/7328996446281725877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=7328996446281725877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/7328996446281725877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/7328996446281725877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2007/10/girls-language.html' title='Girls Language!'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-252944340323093855</id><published>2007-09-27T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T20:10:14.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Something is absent in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I search hard but can't find,&lt;br /&gt;Day by day,&lt;br /&gt;Am i walking away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A load to share,&lt;br /&gt;A lot to tell,&lt;br /&gt;Where to go,&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i stay,&lt;br /&gt;Or should i leave,&lt;br /&gt;Time that weights,&lt;br /&gt;My heart to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cries,sliently,softly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-252944340323093855?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/252944340323093855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=252944340323093855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/252944340323093855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/252944340323093855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2007/09/tears-of-my.html' title='Tears'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-1336435149663757247</id><published>2007-07-11T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T10:07:05.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so tired!!&lt;br /&gt;Adui....so many things in mind that i need to do..&lt;br /&gt;My presentation that i handed to my team members to deal with went through a lil screw up..&lt;br /&gt;But anyway have fixed it...&lt;br /&gt;Last night after i finish redoing the presentation around 1am..&lt;br /&gt;I tired so hard to sleep..i can feel my body all tensed up!&lt;br /&gt;Teeth still clenching so tight..Breathless!&lt;br /&gt;Not trying to praise myself, but i guess i;m better in handling my stess now better compared to last time.&lt;br /&gt;At least now i learn how to hold my cool in front of my friends even when things don't go on well as expected.&lt;br /&gt;That does not mean that i'm being secretive,it's just learning to control..&lt;br /&gt;I learn that i need God's strength and His Word to be my reminder...&lt;br /&gt;Knowing God's Word is actually so important!&lt;br /&gt;I guess GOd allow ''mishaps" to happen in so to constantly remind us to go back to Him and that we are nothing without HIm..&lt;br /&gt;What a privillage to be HIs children...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"His grace is sufficient for me, and His strength is made perfect in my weakness!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Joyce..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-1336435149663757247?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/1336435149663757247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=1336435149663757247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/1336435149663757247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/1336435149663757247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-feel-so-tired-adui.html' title=''/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-6467730666132999315</id><published>2007-07-09T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T23:07:52.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss Him..</title><content type='html'>I has only been  a week since my beloved left to else where...But i miss him so dearly!&lt;br /&gt;He is in Indonesia doing God's work, and i cannot keep in touch with him..I guess i must learn how to cope with it.In fact i think i'm doing better than i expected!Cause i'm so occupied with tonnes of workload!Camp booklet,librarian duties,sports,church,youth meeting, and college's christian fellowship,youth and bible study.Not only that i need to prepare and arrange stuffs for my brother's wedding on the 4th of Aug.My dress,heels,and invitation cards to distribute..many things on hand at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;     Well i thank the Lord for providing me strenght and guidance.Althought i'm caught up with many things,The Lord has never fail to teach me and remind me of something important daily..daily lessons to learn from...&lt;br /&gt;     I read my devotion the other day and it says that ,in life we have more important piorities than mowing grass!Well,the point is that,we sometimes are so croweded with thoughts and work and etc. and we tend to forget and miss out the main and important piorities in life...like our family,friends,GOD!It says too that,what we pay attention most to is actually what we treasure and they are our piorities!but that doesn't mean that we should work less and spend our time at home....it's how we above all know our piorities and how we carry out our role towards the piorities..&lt;br /&gt;     All in all,i thank God for His grace,mercy and ever loving hands towards me.Pray that the 9 of them who are in Indonesia may have a fruitful and enriching journey...to serve,to care and to share His great love out from their comfort zone into a unfamiliar place!May God bless them and guide them.Do pray for the 9 of them who are in Indonesia ya?&lt;br /&gt;     For all of you out there,God bless,take care.......&lt;br /&gt;Love the Lord your God for He cares for you and me...&lt;br /&gt;He is our Almighty God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Joyce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-6467730666132999315?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/6467730666132999315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=6467730666132999315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/6467730666132999315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/6467730666132999315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-miss-him.html' title='I miss Him..'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-5858325816981349683</id><published>2007-07-01T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T22:40:33.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 13</title><content type='html'>How long, O LORD? Will you forget me forever?&lt;br /&gt;How long will you hide your face from me?&lt;br /&gt;How long must i wrestle with my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;and every day have sorrow in my heart?&lt;br /&gt;How long will my enemy triumph over me?&lt;br /&gt;Look on me and answer, O LORD my God.&lt;br /&gt;Give light to my eyes, or i will sleep in death;&lt;br /&gt;my enemy will say, "I have overcome him,"&lt;br /&gt;and my foes will rejoice when i fall.&lt;br /&gt;But i trust in your unfailing love;&lt;br /&gt;my heart rejoices in your salvation.&lt;br /&gt;I will sing to the LORD,&lt;br /&gt;for he has been good to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-5858325816981349683?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/5858325816981349683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=5858325816981349683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/5858325816981349683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/5858325816981349683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2007/07/psalm-13.html' title='Psalm 13'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-1737807756800853038</id><published>2007-06-04T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T21:08:35.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is love and marriage?</title><content type='html'>A student ask a teacher, "what is love?"The teacher said, "in order to answer your question, go to the padi field andchoose the biggest padi and come back.But the rule is: you can go throught them only once andcannot turn back to pick."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student went to the field, go thru first row, he saw one big padi,but he wonders....may be there is a bigger one later.Then he saw another bigger one... but may be there is a even bigger one waiting forhim. Later,when he finished more than half of thepadi field, he start to realise that thepadi is not as big as the previous one he saw, he know he has missed the biggest one,and he regreted.So, he ended up went back to theteacher with empty hand.The teacher told him, "..this is love... you keeplooking for a better one, but when later you realise,you have already miss the person...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is marriage then?" the student asked.The teacher said, "in order to answer yourquestion, go to the corn field andchoose the biggest corn and come back.But the rule is: you can go throughtthem only once and cannot turn back to pick."The student went to the corn field,this time he is careful not to repeat the previousmistake, when he reach the middle of the field, he has picked one medium corn that he feelsatisfy,and come back to the teacher.The teacher told him, "this time youbring back a corn.... you look for one that isjust nice, and you have faith and believe this is thebest one you get.... this is marriage.  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-1737807756800853038?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/1737807756800853038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=1737807756800853038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/1737807756800853038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/1737807756800853038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-is-love-and-marriage.html' title='What is love and marriage?'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-6938953590224792649</id><published>2007-05-19T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T14:23:57.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 23</title><content type='html'>Psalm 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an eye opener... Some probably never thought nor looked at this Psalm in this way... even though they say it over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord is my ShepherdThat's Relationship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not wantThat's Supply!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He maketh me to lie down in green pastures.That's Rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He leadeth me beside the still waters.That's Refreshment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He restoreth my soulThat's Healing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness.That's Guidance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For His name sakeThat's Purpose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death. That's Testing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will fear no evil.That's Protection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Thou art with meThat's Faithfulness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort me,That's Discipline!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of my enemies. That's Hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou anointest my head with oil,That's Consecration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cup runneth over.That's Abundance!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life. That's Blessing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will dwell in the house of the Lord.That's Security! ForeverThat's Eternity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face it, the Lord and I think you are special.  Send this to the people you think are special.I thought this was pretty special, just like YOU!!!What is most valuable, is not what we have in our lives; but WHO we have in our lives .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-6938953590224792649?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/6938953590224792649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=6938953590224792649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/6938953590224792649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/6938953590224792649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2007/05/psalm-23.html' title='Psalm 23'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-6592029618804380614</id><published>2007-05-18T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T13:51:00.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Librarian anyone?</title><content type='html'>Finally i've finish my terminal examination!! Yay!! Holiday is coming soon... can't wait!!&lt;br /&gt;Today in class we started to vote for our next semester's Board of Committee... I was choosen to be one of the librarians...I personally am not keen to be a librarian..but what to do??I have no say...Haha..Well i guess it won't be that bad..I can study in the library and read up books and enjoy the silence?Haha..Anyways not going to make a big fuss about it..&lt;br /&gt;I've made a promise yesterday that i'll not make my self stressed up for small matters...and for big matters i'll try my best solving them and that's it!Haha...&lt;br /&gt;Life is not all about feeling stressed up rite?Haha..If we cant go against it...We have 2 choice...to ignore or...to just go with the flow..(but well it depends on many other factors)...I've learnt not to be too implusive too..&lt;br /&gt;WOw...i'm lecturing here..(side effects of  "holiday coming soon"?) Haha...&lt;br /&gt;All of you out there!&lt;br /&gt;Chill...Sit back and relax...Life's not all about u nor me...It's about us and many precious things that we've missed out!&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the ride...don't just drive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Joyce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-6592029618804380614?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/6592029618804380614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=6592029618804380614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/6592029618804380614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/6592029618804380614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2007/05/librarian-anyone.html' title='Librarian anyone?'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-1809838571799639835</id><published>2007-05-15T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T20:13:11.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome me back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Wow it has been such a long long long long time since i last posted something..and well today is THE DAY!Haha..Just decided to ''áctivate'' me account..haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Well I'm now studying in Lam Wah Ee Nursing college...and this week is my terminal examination for this semester and yet me and my big bum sitting here writting this article rather than studying..Erm..what else eh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Well i've been thinking lots about secondary school friends and all the nice nice stuff i use to do when i was less stressful and less busy then...I miss school....Girls and boys who are still in school..trust me..appreciate school althought the homeworks are so killing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I'll update my blog more often..do drop by once a while..Will chao for now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Tata...Thank you for dropping by! :-) HAve a great day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-1809838571799639835?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/1809838571799639835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=1809838571799639835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/1809838571799639835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/1809838571799639835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2007/05/welcome-me-back.html' title='Welcome me back!'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-116713425512518645</id><published>2006-12-26T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T19:57:35.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Create Everything?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:7;color:#eece63;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 30pt; color: rgb(238, 206, 99); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#eece63;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(238, 206, 99);"&gt;A University professor at a well-known institution of higher learning challenged his students with this question. "Did God create everything that exists?" A student bravely replied "Yes he did". "God created everything?" the professor asked. "Yes sir, he certainly did." the student replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?attid=0.1&amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;view=att&amp;th=10f635b563527b4f" border="0" height="208" width="208" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor answered, "If God created everything, then God created evil. And since evil exists, and according to the principal that our works define who we are, then we can assume God is evil."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student became quiet and did not answer the professor's hypothetical definition. The professor, quite pleased with himself, boasted to the students that he had proven once more that the Christian faith was a myth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another student raised his hand and said, "May I ask you a question, professor?" "Of course", replied the professor. The student stood up and asked, "Professor, does cold exist?" "What kind of a question is this? Of course it exists. Have you never been cold?" The other students snickered at the young man's question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?attid=0.2&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=10f635b563527b4f" border="0" height="105" width="195" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man replied, "In fact sir, cold does not exist. According to the laws of physics, what we consider cold is in reality the absence of heat.  Absolute zero (-460 F) is the total absence of heat; and all matter becomes inert and incapable of reaction at that temperature. Cold does not exist. We have created this word to describe how we feel if we have no heat.&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","&lt;br /&gt;\n&lt;br /&gt;\nThe student continued, &amp;quot;Professor, does darkness exist?&amp;quot; The professor\nresponded, &amp;quot;Of course it does.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;\n&lt;br /&gt;\nThe student replied, &amp;quot;Once again you are wrong sir, darkness does not\nexist either. Darkness is in reality the absence of light.  You cannot\nmeasure darkness. A simple ray of light can break into a world of darkness and\nilluminate it. How can you know how dark a certain space is? You measure the\namount of light present. Isn&amp;#39;t this correct? Darkness is a term used by man to\ndescribe what happens when there is no light present.&amp;quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;\n\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;\n\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;\n\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span&gt;Finally\nthe young man asked the professor, &amp;quot;Sir, does evil exist?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;\n&lt;br /&gt;\nNow uncertain, the professor responded, &amp;quot;Of course, as I have already\nsaid, we see it everyday. It is in the daily examples of man&amp;#39;s inhumanity to man.\nIt is in the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world. These\nmanifestations are nothing else but evil.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;\n&lt;br /&gt;\nTo this the student replied, &amp;quot;Evil does not exist, sir, or at least it\ndoes not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God. It is just like\ndarkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe the absence of God.\nGod did not create evil. Evil is the result of what happens when man does not\nhave God&amp;#39;s love present in his heart. It&amp;#39;s like the cold that comes when there\nis no heat, or the darkness that comes when there is no light.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;\n&lt;br /&gt;\nThe professor had nothing to say.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student continued, "Professor, does darkness exist?" The professor responded, "Of course it does."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student replied, "Once again you are wrong sir, darkness does not exist either. Darkness is in reality the absence of light.  You cannot measure darkness. A simple ray of light can break into a world of darkness and illuminate it. How can you know how dark a certain space is? You measure the amount of light present. Isn't this correct? Darkness is a term used by man to describe what happens when there is no light present." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?attid=0.3&amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;view=att&amp;th=10f635b563527b4f" border="0" height="94" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#eece63;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(238, 206, 99);"&gt;Finally the young man asked the professor, "Sir, does evil exist?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now uncertain, the professor responded, "Of course, as I have already said, we see it everyday. It is in the daily examples of man's inhumanity to man. It is in the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world. These manifestations are nothing else but evil."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this the student replied, "Evil does not exist, sir, or at least it does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God. It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe the absence of God. God did not create evil. Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have God's love present in his heart. It's like the cold that comes when there is no heat, or the darkness that comes when there is no light."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor had nothing to say.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","... &lt;/p&gt;\n\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;\n\n&lt;/div&gt;\n\n&lt;/div&gt;\n\n\n\n",0] ); D(["ce"]);  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-116713425512518645?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/116713425512518645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=116713425512518645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/116713425512518645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/116713425512518645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2006/12/god-create-everything.html' title='God Create Everything?'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-112839176535284022</id><published>2005-10-04T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T10:09:25.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men and women are so different</title><content type='html'>• A man will pay $2 for a $1 item he wants; a woman will pay $1 for a $2 item that she doesn’t want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband; a man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend; a successful woman is one who can find such a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• To he happy with a man you must understand him a lot and love him a little; to be happy with a woman you must love her a lot and not try to understand her at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Married men live longer than single men, but married men are a lot more willing to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Any married man should forget his mistakes—there’s no use in two people remembering the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn’t; a man marries a woman expecting that she won’t change and she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• A woman has the last word in any argument; anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• There are two times when a man doesn’t understand a woman: before marriage and after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-112839176535284022?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/112839176535284022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=112839176535284022' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/112839176535284022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/112839176535284022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2005/10/men-and-women-are-so-different.html' title='Men and women are so different'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-112839063524193105</id><published>2005-10-04T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T09:50:35.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiring Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anger is a condition in which the tongue works faster than the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can't change the past, but you can ruin the present by worrying over the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love...and you shall be loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God always gives His best to those who leave the choice with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All people smile in the same language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everyone needs to be loved... especially when they do not deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The real measure of a man's wealth is what he has invested in eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laughter is God's sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everyone has beauty but not everyone sees it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's important for parents to live the same things they teach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thank God for what you have, TRUST GOD for what you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you fill your heart with regrets of yesterday and the worries of tomorrow, you have no today to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Man looks at outward appearance but the Lord looks within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The choice you make today will usually affect tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take time to laugh, for it is the music of the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Patience is the ability to idle your motor when you feel like stripping your gears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love is strengthened by working through conflicts together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Harsh words break no bones but they do break hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To get out of a difficulty, one usually must go through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We take for granted the things that we should be giving thanks for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love is the only thing that can be divided without being diminished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Happiness is enhanced by others but does not depend upon others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For every minute you are angry with someone, you lose 60 seconds of happiness that you can never get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do what you can, for who you can, with what you have, and where you are. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-112839063524193105?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/112839063524193105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=112839063524193105' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/112839063524193105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/112839063524193105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2005/10/inspiring-thoughts.html' title='Inspiring Thoughts...'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-112839003098196300</id><published>2005-10-04T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T09:40:30.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Would not Quit" He Said</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One day I decided to quit...I quit my job, my relationship, my spirituality...I wanted to quit my life.I went to the woods to have one last talk with God."God", I said. "Can you give me one good reason not to quit?" His answer surprised me... "Look around", He said. "Do you see the fern and the bamboo?""Yes", I replied."When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, I took very good care of them.I gave them light. I gave them water. The fern quickly grew from the earth.Its brilliant green covered the floor. Yet nothing came from the bamboo seed.But I did not quit on the bamboo.  In the second year the Fern grew more vibrant and plentiful. And again, nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo. He said."In the third year, there was still nothing from the bamboo seed. But I would not quit.In the fourth year, again, there was nothing from the bamboo seed.  "I would not quit." He said."Then in the fifth year a tiny sprout emerged from the earth. Compared to the fern it was seemingly small and insignificant...But just 6 months later the bamboo rose to over 100 feet tall.It had spent the five years growing roots. Those roots made it strong and gave it what it needed to survive.I would not give any of my creations a challenge it could not handle."He said to me. "Did you know, my child, that all this time you have been struggling, you have actually been growing roots" "I would not quit on the bamboo. I will never quit on you.""Don't compare yourself to others." He said. "The bamboo had a different purpose than the fern. Yet, they both make the forest beautiful." "Your time will come", God said to me. "You will rise high!""How high should I rise?" I asked."How high will the bamboo rise?" He asked in return."As high as it can?" I questioned."Yes." He said, "Give me glory by rising as high as you can."I left the forest and bring back this story.&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/8372884-112839003098196300?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/112839003098196300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=112839003098196300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/112839003098196300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/112839003098196300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-would-not-quit-he-said.html' title='&quot;I Would not Quit&quot; He Said'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-111742117515648072</id><published>2005-05-30T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T10:46:15.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words Of Wisdom</title><content type='html'>"When you forgive, you gain peace. When you don't forgive, you gain haigh blood pressure." -Cited in Bits and Pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A person without a sense of humor is like a wagon without springs - jolted by every pebble ikn the road." - Henry Ward Beecher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Men stumble over the truth from time to time, but most pick themselves up and hurry off as if nothing happened." -Winston Churchill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stretch your visions. See what can be, not just what is. Practice adding value to things, to people and to yourself." - Attributed to David Schwartz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No change of circumstances can repair a defect of charcter." - Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Worry often gives a small thing a big shadow." - Swedish Proverb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Worry is like a rocking chair. It will give you something to do, but it won't get you anywhere." - Vance Havner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Denying r refusing to deal with some unpleasant fact in your life is the source of most stress and unhappiness." - Brain Tracy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-111742117515648072?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/111742117515648072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=111742117515648072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/111742117515648072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/111742117515648072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2005/05/words-of-wisdom.html' title='Words Of Wisdom'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-111742052389525696</id><published>2005-05-30T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T10:35:23.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Desired Eulogy</title><content type='html'>Three friends die in a car accident, and upon their arrival t heaven, they are all asked, "When you are in your casket and family and friends are mourning upon you, what would you like to hear them say about you?"&lt;br /&gt;     The first man says,"I would like to hear them say that i was a great doctor of my time, and a great family man."&lt;br /&gt;     The second man says,"I would like to hear them say that i was a wonderful husband and a school teacher who made a huge diffrence in our children of tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;     The last man replies,"I would like to hear them say, 'LOOK!HE'S MOVING!' "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-111742052389525696?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/111742052389525696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=111742052389525696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/111742052389525696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/111742052389525696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2005/05/desired-eulogy.html' title='The Desired Eulogy'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-111742004140737375</id><published>2005-05-30T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T10:27:21.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Most Costly Drinks</title><content type='html'>On the last day of President Abraham Lincoln's life, the great emancipator said: "We have cleared up a colossal job. Slavery is abolished. After redonstruction, the next great question will be the overthrow and suppression of the legalized liquor traffic."&lt;br /&gt;     That evening, Mr.Booth stopped in a saloon, filled himself with liquor to nerve himself for his planned tragedy. That night Lincoln's bodyguard left the theater for a drink of liquor at the same saloon. While he was away Booth shot Lincoln. These two drinks were the most costly drinks in American history.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-111742004140737375?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/111742004140737375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=111742004140737375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/111742004140737375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/111742004140737375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2005/05/two-most-costly-drinks.html' title='Two Most Costly Drinks'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-111741967536270771</id><published>2005-05-30T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T10:21:15.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Drink</title><content type='html'>There is an advice from Western Voice magazine written two decades ago which is still practical:&lt;br /&gt;     If you are a married man who absolutely must drink whiskey, start a saloon in your own home. Be its only customer, and you won't have to buy a license.&lt;br /&gt;     Give your wife $20 to buy a gallon of whiskey; there are 69 glasses to the quart; buy your drinks from your wife at the present price per drink, fifty cents.&lt;br /&gt;     When the first gallon is gone, your wife will have $120 to put in the bank and $20 to start in business again. If you live 2 years, continue to buy whiskey from your wife, and then die with snakes in your boots. Your widow will have enough to bury you decently, bring up your children, marry a decent man and forget all about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-111741967536270771?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/111741967536270771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=111741967536270771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/111741967536270771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/111741967536270771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2005/05/if-you-drink.html' title='If You Drink'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-111741884535768569</id><published>2005-05-30T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T10:07:25.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short,simple but TRUE!</title><content type='html'>Psychiatrist to patient: "You have nothing to worry about - anyone who can pay my bill is certainly not a failure."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-111741884535768569?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/111741884535768569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=111741884535768569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/111741884535768569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/111741884535768569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2005/05/shortsimple-but-true.html' title='Short,simple but TRUE!'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-111741845230455014</id><published>2005-05-30T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T10:00:52.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boat No.99</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;At a boat-rental concession, the manager went to the lake's edge and yelled through his megaphone, "Number 99, come in, please. Your time is up." Several minutes passed, but the boat didn't return. "Boat number 99." he said again hollered. "Return to the dock immediately or i'll have to charge you overtime."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;     Something is wrong here, boss," his assistant said. "We only have 75 boats. There is no number 99."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;     The manager thought for a moment and then raised his megaphone: "Boat number 66,"he yelled. "Are you having trouble out there?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-111741845230455014?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/111741845230455014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=111741845230455014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/111741845230455014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/111741845230455014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2005/05/boat-no99.html' title='Boat No.99'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-111176704498993955</id><published>2005-03-26T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T00:10:44.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/18/2973/1024/RBS2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; 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margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/18/2973/400/RBS1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MuaH sitting on da swing next to Uncle Bobby..&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-111176687133032480?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/111176687133032480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=111176687133032480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/111176687133032480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/111176687133032480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2005/03/muah-sitting-on-da-swing-next-to-uncle.html' title=''/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-111080886435980136</id><published>2005-03-14T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T22:01:04.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know You're Malaysian When...</title><content type='html'>You complain about the quality of the pirated DVD you just purchased. "What, RM10 for DVD5?! Aiyah, boss ... sound no good, cheaperlah ..."You're willing to consume sambal petai and durian and gladly suffer the bloating and wind-breaking incidents.You're exceedingly polite to the Mat Sallehs but you slag your own kind. "Hello, sir. Why don't you sit here, it’s got the best view of the city skyline." But, "Aunty-ah, your table is over there next to the kitchen."You order Maggi goreng and fried chicken, complain about how oily the food is, and then proceed to finish it anyway.You love to talk about food. You're already thinking about what to have for dinner while eating lunch. "I'm stuffed. What shall we have for dinner?"You dive into a communal-style meal the moment the dish lands on the table only to hesitate at the last morsel of food on the serving dish. There are two possible explanations for this: the first is the pai seh (embarrassed) factor, while the other is the myth that the person who eats the last piece will be a spinster.You hit the accelerator the moment the first drop of rain hits your windshield. "Alamak, it's going to rain. Sure traffic jam one. I'd better drive faster."You seize the opportunity to make a U-turn anywhere ... especially where there is a sign telling you not to. Well, so long as the cops aren't in sight.You feel a burning desire to send text messages and even have the gall to give your friend a blow-by-blow account of the movie to your friend on the handphone — during the screening of the movie. "Okay, now that girl Lizzie is impersonating an Italian singer; she so doesn’t look Italian ..."You forsake your loved ones for the all-important four letter-word: S-A-L-E. "Sorry, mum, I can't take you to Aunt Mary’s because I have to go to MidValley before the crowd." You’re also more than happy to be part of the insane traffic jam that forms around malls during weekends and sale periods.11. Reality shows Akademi Fantasia and Malaysian Idol dictate your social life. "What, no TV at the mamak? Count me out — I'm staying home. Rinie needs my support."You pepper every sentence with lah. "No-lah, I can't see you today-lah. I have to study-lah. You know-lah, the prison warden aka mak is watching me like a hawk"You fail to function normally without your daily dose of teh tarik and nasi lemak.You have owned at least one Proton in your lifetime. Cheap, cheap. That is until you start to make enough dough to buy that Honda you've been salivating over.You slow down at an accident site to take down the car number plate, but won't step out of your car to help — the victim could be a robber!You'd rather park your car along the main road outside the mall, where there's a yellow line, rather than pay RM1 to park inside where there are adequate bays.You plead, bat your eyelids and relate a sob story to the officer at the town council office to let you off the hook (or reduce the amount considerably) for the fine you incurred when you parked your car on the double line.You make an appointment for 10am and conveniently show up a half hour late — Malaysian time, what ...You pop open the wet tissue packet at the Chinese restaurant by squeezing the trapped air to the top of the packet before proceeding to smash your fist into it. The louder the pop the better.You greet your friend / neighbor / acquaintance on the street with "How are things?" or "Have you eaten?" or better yet, by stating the obvious: "Went to market ah?"Ramlee burger is the "piece de resistance" of your growing-up-years cuisine.You catch all major televised events at the mamak.You have roughly six meals a day (breakfast, mid-morning tea, lunch, afternoon tea, dinner and supper). Then there's the snacking — keropok ikan, pisang goreng, muruku, jam tarts and the like.You get the whole family dressed to the nines, jump into the car and head for the minister's open house — and ask for styrofoam boxes and plastic bags to tar pau food.Your accent and language style vary according to the race of the person you are conversing with. You've got a friendly disposition. Smiles are abundant and your "Apa khabar?" is warm and sincere.You exclaim loudly how expensive everything is, even though the items may in fact be going for a steal. "Wah! So expensive, ah? Hak sei ngor (Scare me to death)!"You dig deep into your pockets to contribute to the latest appeal for donations in the newspapers.You "dis" our country all the time, but as soon as something good happens (like winning the Thomas Cup), you morph into a proud Malaysian.You never travel abroad without a bottle of chilli sauce, or sachets which you can sneak into restaurants.You're proud to be Malaysian - and you pass these jokes on to all your Malaysian friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-111080886435980136?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/111080886435980136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=111080886435980136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/111080886435980136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/111080886435980136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2005/03/you-know-youre-malaysian-when.html' title='You Know You&apos;re Malaysian When...'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-110577536765772000</id><published>2005-01-15T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T15:49:27.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Year Old Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;One day a 6 year old girl was sitting in a classroom. The teacher was going to explain evolution to the children. The teacher asked a little boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;TEACHER:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tommy do you see the tree outside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;TOMMY:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;TEACHER:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tommy, do you see the grass outside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;TOMMY:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;TEACHER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Go outside and look up and see if you can see the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;TOMMY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt; Okay. (He returned a few minutes later) Yes, I saw the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;TEACHER:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Did you see God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;TOMMY:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;TEACHER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That's my point. We can't see God because he isn't there. He doesn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;A little girl spoke up and wanted to ask the boy some questions. The teacher agreed and the little girl asked the boy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;LITTLE GIRL:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tommy, do you see the tree outside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;TOMMY:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;LITTLE GIRL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Tommy do you see the grass outside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;TOMMY:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Yessssss (getting tired of the questions by this time).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;LITTLE GIRL:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Did you see the sky?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;TOMMY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Yessssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;LITTLE GIRL:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tommy, do you see the teacher?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;TOMMY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;LITTLE GIRL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Do you see her brain?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;TOMMY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;LITTLE GIRL:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Then according to what we were taught today in school, she must not have one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"FOR WE WALK BY FAITH, NOT BY SIGHT"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-110577536765772000?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/110577536765772000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=110577536765772000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/110577536765772000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/110577536765772000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2005/01/6-year-old-wisdom.html' title='6 Year Old Wisdom'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-109930493308204716</id><published>2004-11-01T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T18:28:53.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Works Best For You!</title><content type='html'>1.      Finals are tomorrow and you are spending the night….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;a.       Bawling your eyes out because your damn brain just won’t function right.&lt;br /&gt;b.      Who cares about finals anyway, you’ve got more important things to worry about- like the party of this year that you can’t miss.&lt;br /&gt;c.       Holed up in your room, cut off from the rest of the world, because you need to focus on cramming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2.      Your friends would definitely describe you as….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;a.       Fun-loving and streetwise. You always know the right strings to pull to get what you need.&lt;br /&gt;b.      Free-spirited and a Samaritan. You are always there for them when they need you.&lt;br /&gt;c.       Responsible and quick-witted. You are the go-to person for most of your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3.      To me, work is just a:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;a.       Paycheck. Money makes the world go round.&lt;br /&gt;b.      A part of my identity. I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if I weren’t doing what I love.&lt;br /&gt;c.       A way for me to give back. What’s the point in living if it’s only about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4.      Which is most important to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;a.       To be soulfully satisfied. You have to be able to live with yourself at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;b.       To be emotionally satisfied. If I can’t be proud of the end-product, then the journey is pointless.&lt;br /&gt;c.       To be financially satisfied. If I still have to count every cent, then I really can’t be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5.      If there is a big project coming up, which role would you most likely to play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;a.       I’d like to be the leader because I am the most responsible and I don’t mind taking the fall if the project fails.&lt;br /&gt;b.      I’d be the driving force, encouraging everyone to stick to their roles and do their best.&lt;br /&gt;c.       I would be the creative flow, helping my fellow teammates realize my vision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.      You want to be the world’s best….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a.       President. With that much power in my hands, I can finally make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;b.      Rock star. I’d have the ability to influence others just by being me.&lt;br /&gt;c.       Model. This would give me time to focus my energy on more important things like helping others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;7.      You are most likely to stand up for….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;a.       Myself and my beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;b.      My family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;c.       The little people who can’t stand up for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;8.      You’ve just inherited a ton of money and you’ll never have to work again. What now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;a.       Be a silent partner for my own business and watch the dough role in!&lt;br /&gt;b.      Volunteer for a good cause and donate most of the money to other non-profit organizations.&lt;br /&gt;c.       Take a class and finally perfect my passion, then build an empire based on my ideas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.      When working on a difficult job, do you ask for help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;a.       I don’t ask for help, I demand it!&lt;br /&gt;b.      I like to believe that I don’t need help and I usually don’t.&lt;br /&gt;c.       I don’t ask for help, I usually give it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;10.  The key to being happy is….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;a.       Taking care of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;b.      Working hard and playing hard.&lt;br /&gt;c.       Looking on the bright side and helping others to see the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Scoring:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answers:&lt;br /&gt;1. A-2                    B-3          C-1&lt;br /&gt;2. A-3                    B-1          C-2&lt;br /&gt;3. A-1                    B-3          C-2&lt;br /&gt;4. A-2                    B-3          C-1&lt;br /&gt;5. A-1                    B-2          C-3&lt;br /&gt;6. A-1                    B-3          C-2&lt;br /&gt;7. A-3                    B-1          C-2&lt;br /&gt;8. A-1                    B-2          C-3&lt;br /&gt;9. A-3                    B-1          C-2&lt;br /&gt;10. A-1                  B-3          C-2&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(0-10 points)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;YOU SHOULD BE:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;running your own company, a movie producer, an advertising executive or a stockbroker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;High levels of stress and split second decision-making are common with high-risk jobs. But this doesn’t scare you. You live for the rush! Of course that five-figure income does sweeten that punch. An unrelenting goal setter, it takes a sledgehammer swung at full force to knock you off course. But remember: you need some me time in order to keep yourself sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(11-20 points)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;YOU SHOULD BE A:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; doctor, vet, teacher or fire fighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No, you aren’t trying out for the role of Mother Teresa; it’s not marty ship that you’re after. But you do gain gratification from giving back to the world. Your driving force is that you’re making a difference in someone else’s life. The money is just the icing on the cake. If only most people were as empathic as you! Remember though, that if you can’t help yourself, then you won’t be able to help others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(21-30 points)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;YOU SHOULD BE A:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;journalist, extreme athlete, fashion designer or superstar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To most, you’ve got the perfect job: glamorous, well-paid and doing what you love. But to you, the glam and glitz are just scenery-you don’t even notice most of it because you value your craft more than anything. The downside? Job hours are long just to achieve perfection. But a word of advice: do what you need to get your work done but life and limb still matter more than that perfect Pulitzer prize winning story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-109930493308204716?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/109930493308204716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=109930493308204716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/109930493308204716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/109930493308204716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2004/11/what-works-best-for-you_01.html' title='What Works Best For You!'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-109645089555775730</id><published>2004-09-29T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T17:02:44.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A very touching tale..Muz read!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I was born in a secluded mountain village. Day-by-day my parents ploughed the dry, yellow soil with their backs to the sky. I have one younger brother.&lt;br /&gt;Once, to buy a handkerchief which all the girls around me seemed to have, I stole 50 cents from my father’s drawer. He found out right away and made my brother and I kneel against the wall as he held a bamboo stick in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;“Who stole the money?” I was too stunned to speak up. Father said: “Fine, if nobody wants to admit to the theft, both of you will be beaten!”&lt;br /&gt;He lifted the bamboo stick… Suddenly, my brother gripped his hand and said, “I did it!” The long stick hit my brother’s back with a thud. Father was so angry he kept hitting brother until he lost his breath. After that, he sat down on the stone bed and shouted: “You have learnt to steal from your own house now. What other shameless things will you do in future? You should be beaten to death!”&lt;br /&gt;That night, mother and I hugged my brother. His back was red and swollen, but he didn’t shed a single tear. In the middle of the night, all of sudden, I cried out. My brother covered my mouth with his little hand and said, “Sis, don’t cry. It’s over.”&lt;br /&gt;Years have passed but the incident remains in my mind. I still hate myself for not having the courage to admit to the theft. I cannot forget my brother’s expression as he spoke up to protect me. That year, he was eight years old and I, 11.&lt;br /&gt;When my brother was in his last year of his Lower Secondary, he was offered a place in an Upper Secondary school in town. At the same time I was accepted into a province university. That evening, father squatted in the yard, smoking continuously. I could hear him say, “Both our children have very good results.”&lt;br /&gt;Mother sighed. “What’s the use? How could we possibly finance both of them?” just then, my brother walked up and said, “Father, I don’t want to continue my studies any more. I’ve enough of books.”&lt;br /&gt;Father swung his hand across brother’s face. “Why do you have such a weak spirit? Even if I have to beg for money on the streets, I will send the two of you to school until you complete your education.”&lt;br /&gt;Late in the night, I placed my soft hand on my brother’s swollen face and said, “A boy has to continue with his studies. If not, he won’t be able to leave this life of poverty.” On my part, I had decided not to accept the university offer.&lt;br /&gt;But before dawn the next day, my brother left home with a few pieces of worn-out clothing and a handful of dry beans. He left a note on my pillow: “Sis, getting into a university is not easy. I will find a job and send money home.”&lt;br /&gt;I held the note as I sat on my bed and sobbed until I lost my voice. That year, my brother was 17 and I was 20. With whatever father managed to borrow from the whole village, and the money my brother earned from carrying cement at a construction site, I entered university.&lt;br /&gt;One day, during my third year, a roommate said, “There’s a villager waiting for you outside.” It was my brother. His whole body was covered in dust, cement and sand. I asked why he didn’t tell my roommate who he was.&lt;br /&gt;“Look at me. Wouldn’t they laugh at you if I told them that?” Tears filled my eyes as I brushed the dust from his body. He then took out a butterfly hair clip from his pocket and fixed it on my hair. “I saw all the girls in town wearing this, and I thought you should have one.”&lt;br /&gt;I pulled my brother into my arms and cried. That year he was 20 and I was 23.&lt;br /&gt;The first time I took my boyfriend home, I noticed that the broken window pane had been replaced and the whole house looked clean. After he left, I danced around. “Mother you needn’t have to spent so much time cleaning the house!” I told her. “Your brother came home early to do it,” she said. “He cut his hand while replacing the pane.”&lt;br /&gt;I went into my brother’s small bedroom. As I looked at his thin face, I felt a hundred needles pricking my heart. I applied some ointment on his wound and bandaged it.&lt;br /&gt;“Does it hurt?”&lt;br /&gt;“No, it doesn’t. You know, when I was working at the construction site, stones fell on my feet all the time. Even that could not stop me from working and…”&lt;br /&gt;He stopped in mid sentence. I turned my back to him as tears rolled down my face. That year, he was 23 and I was 26.&lt;br /&gt;After married, I lived in the city. Many times, my husband invited my parents to come and live with us, but they declined, saying they would not know what to do if they left the village. My brother sided with their decision. He advised me: “Sis, you just take care of your parents-in-law and I will take care of Mother and Father here.”&lt;br /&gt;My husband became the director of his factory. We then hoped my brother would accept the post of manager in the maintenance department. But he insisted on staring out as a reparation worker. One day, my brother was on a ladder repairing a cable when he got electrocuted. At the hospital, I grumbled, “Why did you reject the offer? A manager wouldn’t have to do dangerous things and risk serious injury. Look at you now.”&lt;br /&gt;With a serious look, brother said: “Think of brother-in-law. He has just been promoted. I am almost uneducated. If I became the manager, what people would say?” my husband’s eye filled with tears as I cried out: “But you lack in education because of me!” “Why talk about the past?” My brother replied as he held my hand. That year, he was 26 and I was 29.&lt;br /&gt;My brother was 30 years old when he married a farm girl from the village. At his wedding reception, the master of ceremonies asked him, “Who is the one person you respect and love the most?” Without hesitating, he answered. “My sister.” Then he went on to tell a story I could not even remember.&lt;br /&gt;“Our primary school was in a different village. Every day, my sister and I walked for two hours to and from school. One day, I lost one side of my gloves. My sister gave me one of hers. When we got home, her hand was trembling so much she could not even hold her chopsticks. That day, I swore that as long as I lived, I would take care of my sister and be good to her.”&lt;br /&gt;Applause filled the room and every guest turned to look at me as I stood up. “In my whole life, the person I would like to thank most is my brother.” And on this happy occasion, in front of everyone, tears rolled down my face once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This touching tale came through the internet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-109645089555775730?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/109645089555775730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=109645089555775730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/109645089555775730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/109645089555775730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2004/09/very-touching-talemuz-read.html' title='A very touching tale..Muz read!'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-109568515706147094</id><published>2004-09-20T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T20:59:17.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/1740/640/12-19-03_2229360.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #666666; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/115/1740/320/12-19-03_2229360.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muah n muahs bestest frend Dawn!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-109568515706147094?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/109568515706147094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=109568515706147094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/109568515706147094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/109568515706147094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2004/09/muah-n-muahs-bestest-frend-dawn.html' title=''/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-109549902900972211</id><published>2004-09-18T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T17:17:09.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What To Do When Friends Fail By Dr Les &amp; Leslie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;From strong relationships often comes great grief- Iris Proverb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;When the phone rang in the middle of the night I (Les) never expected it to be Danny. “I’m calling from France,” he said. “I know this is crazy hut I needed to talk to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;As I was still rubbing the sleep from my eyes he told me that he had been thinking about our friendship—make that our ex-friendship. “I don’t know exactly what happened between us,” he confessed, “but I do know I acted like a jerk and I wanted to apologize.” He was sincere, and his heartfelt apology caught me off guard. I didn’t expect to ever hear from Danny again, let alone hear him apologize.It had been three years since we were in school together—three years since our last strained, polite conversation where we both knew the gulf between us had grown too wide to cross.&lt;br /&gt;On the phone that night, however, Danny was attempting to build a bridge, if only temporary, to reconnect and make things right. He told me about a soul-searching experience he was going through and how he didn’t want to carry any resentment or bitterness over our failed friendship.&lt;br /&gt;We both apologized for past insensitivities and laughed at how comical it all seemed in retrospect. It was a cleansing. A wrong had been righted, a lost friend found. We still aren’t that close, geographically or emotionally, hut we have a connection. And in a sense we’re quite lucky—most friendships that fade are gone forever. Very few are strong enough to make us wish for a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;There are times when all of us look closely at a friendship and real&amp;shy;ize that it just isn’t working. It may be a fairly new friendship that still has a few wrinkles in it, or it may be a longtime friendship that was once rock solid hut now appears to be fracturing. Either way, when a friend&amp;shy;ship falters we are rarely equipped for the aftershock.&lt;br /&gt;Close friends, after all, often become like siblings—some “closer than a brother.” But losing a close friend is not at all like losing a fam&amp;shy;ily member. We tend not to grieve the loss of a friend; there is no memorial service for a shattered friendship. Most people don’t have screaming blowouts or this-is-the-end discussions or final, definite breaks. They don’t seek shoulders to cry on to grieve the loss of friends like they do the loss of a family member or a romantic relationship. They don’t go to counselors either to heal the relationship or to cope with the loss. Indeed, despite the apparent premium so many people put on making friends, there is a surprising lack of focus in popular cul&amp;shy;ture on the processes and feelings at work when friendships end. There are no best-sellers or self-help guides, and except for the rather vague and undescriptive term “a falling out,” there’s not even much of a vocabulary to describe what happens, let alone why.&lt;br /&gt;This chapter is an attempt to change all that. Here you will learn not only why but how friends sometimes fail. We’ll take a hard look at irreconcilable differences (both real and imagined) and give you practical tools for determining whether a sinking friendship has any chance of staying afloat. We’ll show you how to repair a broken friendship or grieve its loss if need be. We begin, however, by pondering a critically important question, one that will set the stage for the rest of this chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW MUCH CAN YOU EXPECT FROM A FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why start with this question? Because your answer is a pretty good barometer of how well your friendships will weather relational storms. Let’s face it, we don’t ask much of casual friendships, the kind in which you invite each other to a party once a year. But we demand more than you might guess from friendships characterized by strong feelings and a shared history. We expect friendships to be easier, more automatic than they actually are.&lt;br /&gt;Think about your childhood friendships. They often is set the tone for all the rest. You never “worked” on first grade friendships, they just happened. Andy, my first “best friend,” for example, lived just two houses down from me, and we literally met in the sandbox at school. The bond was almost instant. He liked Hot Wheels and Tonka trucks. So did I. What’s to discuss? It was the beginning of a beautiful friendship—until his family moved to Texas that next summer.&lt;br /&gt;Andy’s departure pretty much marked the end of trouble-free friendships in my life. Just a few short years later, sandbox bliss was replaced by the tormented, possessive feelings of a third-grade rela&amp;shy;tionship where blatant betrayal reared its head. That’s when I learned that my new best friend, Donny, was playing at another classmate’s house after school. Sound familiar? It happens to nearly all of us.&lt;br /&gt;There may be worse betrayals in store, but probably none is more influential than the sudden fickleness of an elementary-school friend who has dropped us for someone more popular after all our careful, patient wooing. It shouldn’t be that way, we think to ourselves. But alas it is. It’s the lesson our friendships continually teach us, a lesson we don’t want to learn: Friendships are fragile.&lt;br /&gt;The seeming ease of friendships—compared to romantic and fam&amp;shy;ily relationships (more likely loaded with emotional baggage)—is part of the reason we value friendships so much. Relatively speaking, friend&amp;shy;ships just happen. Which makes it all the harder to accept the fact that these “easy” relationships are not a terribly resilient bond.&lt;br /&gt;Most of us are surprised, even resentful, when once-effortless friendships turn rocky. During the honeymoon period of friendship, which usually lasts anywhere from a few months to more than a year, each friend puts his or her hest foot forward. Honeymooning friends tend to overlook irritating habits and may not even be aware of major character flaws or value differences. So when they emerge, we feel betrayed.&lt;br /&gt;What’s worse, we like to think of close friends as mirror images of ourselves. And if a friend isn’t quite as perfect as we’d originally thought—and hardly anyone is—he or she can be seen as a bad reflec&amp;shy;tion on us. Getting beyond this feeling requires an acceptance of sep&amp;shy;arateness and uniqueness. It requires an honest answer to the question: How much can you expect from your friends? And if your answer is nothing short of perfection, you’ll need to brace yourself for a bumpy ride. To he honest, however, even if your expectations are lower, the road is rarely found without unexpected potholes. It’s enough to leave even the most stalwart asking why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY FRIENDS FAIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, after a string of unsatisfactory phone calls or after a few strained talks at a coffee shop or maybe an all-out blowout, you mut&amp;shy;ter to yourself, “What am I doing? Why am I talking to this person? He no longer feels like a friend, but I don’t know why.” Why? we ask. Why would a once sturdy and fulfilling friendship suddenly, or even gradually, falter?&lt;br /&gt;The answer is actually rather straightforward. Most friendships break for one of three main reasons: a major change such as marriage or a move; neglect; or the betrayal of a confidence. In an attempt to better prepare ourselves for these almost inevitable occur&amp;shy;rences, we’ll take a closer look at each one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the most frequent source of friendship turmoil is the dis&amp;shy;ruption resulting from a major change—-for better or worse—in the life of a friend. When one friend’s dream is realized before the other’s, for example, the two get out of sync, and jealousy, anger, or pity can take over. Even well-established friendships can be thrown out of kilter by a major job promotion, the beginning of a serious romantic relation&amp;shy;ship, and above all, marriage. The change factor is part emotional and part practical. Since most friendships begin when both people are going through similar experiences, when something big happens to change the status of one friend, it’s human nature for the other to feel some envy—’Why her and not me?” During periods of change, the discov&amp;shy;ery of new limits on time, energy, and attention is often the real source of contention between friends, The friend whose life has changed least will usually have to make more accommodations, at least during the ini&amp;shy;tial period of transition. Whatever the case, you can count on change to impact even your most treasured lifelong friendships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neglect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a line in Woody Allen’s film Annie Hall where he says to Diane Keaton: “A relationship, I think, is like a shark, you know? It has to constantly move forward or it dies. And I think what we got on our hands is a dead shark.” Some friendships die because they aren’t moving forward. They die from stagnation or plain old neglect. You meant to call hut didn’t. You knew it was his birthday, but were too busy to celebrate (he’d understand). But friendships need to be nurtured. It’s as simple as that. Without nurturance, annoyance is sure to set in.&lt;br /&gt;Think about it. When we’re busy, we only do what comes easy, and even good friendships aren’t always easy. So if your friend has an annoy&amp;shy;ing trait, if she’s loud, or cheap, or a habitual complainer, you are more likely to neglect the relationship. Of course the same is true in the oppo&amp;shy;site direction when your friend is neglecting you. Whether it’s you or her, however, neglect is sure to cause a rift. And when it does, it almost always catches us off guard, when we least expect it or can least han&amp;shy;dle it: when we’re going through stressful times at school, work, or home that make us less attentive and less able to respond—which is what caused the neglect to begin with. That’s why it can seem that the best friendships break precisely when we need them the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betrayal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s your best pal, and you tell her everything—only to find out that she’s gossiped about you or, even worse, flirted with your boyfriend. When a once-trusted confi&amp;shy;dant double-crosses you, be&amp;shy;trayal is the result. And while change and neglect may be more common reasons for failed friendships, betrayal is almost always more painful. Why? Because betrayal dismantles trust. Your confidant, who knows your darkest secrets (how deeply you’re in debt or your struggle with an eating disorder, for example), has let one of them out of the bag. After all, your close friend has the power to hurt you precisely because she knows you so well; your deepest secrets pro&amp;shy;vide her with the emotional ammunition that can cut you to the core. And you’re left wondering if she will do it again.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe your friend, whom you counted on, isn’t there for you in a time of need. Or perhaps she joins others in teasing you about a sen&amp;shy;sitive issue. Which brings up an important point: What we perceive as betrayal is often unintentional; your friend may not think what she did was wrong or realize that she’s caused you pain. She may not have known you were counting on her so much. She may have thought you found her teasing funny, not hurtful. If your friend is acting out of anger or jealousy, however, and is thus seeking revenge, look out. You are now the victim of blatant betrayal. Whether intentional or not, betrayal is a guaranteed toxin to every friendship.&lt;br /&gt;Whether you find yourself in the midst of a friendship failure that is the result of change, neglect, or betrayal, the steps to rebuilding it— if, indeed, that is what needs to be done—are quite similar. Before exploring these steps, however, we pose an important preliminary ques&amp;shy;tion: Are the differences between you and your friend truly irreconcil&amp;shy;able, and if so, what’s the best way to call it quits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IRRECONCILABLE DIFFERENCES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendships die with a hang or whimper. Those that whimper sim&amp;shy;ply dissolve from neglect, having run their natural course. They qui&amp;shy;etly cross some threshold, and the break comes to pass without much fanfare. It is normal, even appropriate, to shed friends throughout our lives: when we leave school, when we change jobs, when we move to a new city, even when we drop an aerobics class. Start a new romance, get married, have children, and you probably leave behind a wake of friends.&lt;br /&gt;Friendships ending with a bang are more likely the result of an unexpected change or a more dreadful betrayal. You amass enough incremental bitterness (or it comes in one lump sum) and you have one too many unsat&amp;shy;isfying encounters, then one of you erupts. You come to the end of your journey together, say good riddance, and take different paths.&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of how a friendship breaks, with a bang or a whimper, you will inevitably find yourself wondering whether it should be repaired, whether you should do what you can to salvage what is left or just let it go. That’s a good question, by the way, because not every friendship should he saved. Sometimes the cost is just too high. But there’s no hard-and-fast rule; each of us has to decide what is and isn’t fundamentally important to us.&lt;br /&gt;lf you value a relationship that has come to the end of the road, we urge you not to write it off completely—at least not just yet. Okay, so you’ve been burned, betrayed in a way you never deserved. You want to get even. But you have a choice: you can experience some momen&amp;shy;tary satisfaction by slamming the door shut and keeping it locked with resentment, or you can give yourself space and time to cool off and collect your thoughts. The point is that if you cherish a friendship you shouldn’t he too quick to burn all of your bridges—even if you’re far apart at the moment. It may be a cliché, but time really does have a way of healing deep hurts. Time allows forgiveness to wash away anger and keep us healthy.&lt;br /&gt;Since we’re tossing around clichés, allow us to remind you of another: “A friend in need is a friend indeed.” What this means is that when life deals you a hitter hand it will he your old friends you seek out. When a tragedy happens-—a career setback or the loss of a patent, for example—you realize life is too short to hold on to grudges. Tragedy reminds us what is really important in life—our relationships. It can spur us on to rebuild bridges once burned in anger. Talking with an old friend, after all, can remind us that life was not always so bleak, and it can give us hope that our world will regain its equilibrium. So do what you can to leave the door open.&lt;br /&gt;But let’s be honest. Sometimes we simply cannot repair a friend&amp;shy;ship, even though we’ve tried and tried and tried. Sometimes, no matter how terribly sad it makes us, we have to accept the fact that a friendship has died. After all, no friendship can weather a crisis if only one person wants to preserve the relationship. When that’s the case, the best we can do is grieve the loss. We must note those things we will miss because that person is no longer a central part in our life and accept the fact that the relationship is over. We must give our&amp;shy;selves permission to feel sad. And we must move on.&lt;br /&gt;Many broken friendships are destined to stay that way. Renewals are mostly reserved for those special, intimate friendships, the ones that brought meaning to our lives. Even then it can often seem impossible to fit the pieces back together. But there are good reasons to try: the restored relationship can give us perspective on our experiences, deepen our lives. The stronger for being broken, such a friendship can help us carry on our lives with greater satisfaction. The remainder of this chap&amp;shy;ter is dedicated to helping you restore your broken relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MENDING BROKEN FRIENDSHIPS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When two people forge a friendship, invest a lot of time and energy in its development, then bitterly break apart, that doesn’t necessarily mean the relationship is gone forever. Not all friendship fissures are fatal.&lt;br /&gt;If you have a long-lost friend with whom things ended badly, you may be able to make a meaningful reconnection. The following five &amp;shy;step plan will help you determine whether or not a particular friendship should be saved and, if so, how you can do it. While these specific steps should not be treated as the answer for reconciling every failed friend&amp;shy;ship, they can serve as general principles for guiding you in your unique journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step One: Count the Cost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must determine whether your fractured friendship should be repaired. An unhealthy relationship is not worth repairing if it forces you to compromise your principles or subvert your self-respect. You have the right to ask a friend to change if he or she is making you feel less cared about, less respected, or even worried. If your friend is pressur&amp;shy;ing you into something you want no part of, for example, and you stand by your convictions, a good friend will understand and respect that. He or she may even change as a result. If not, you’re probably better off without such a destructive relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Realizing that a friend&amp;shy;ship no longer works can be a positive step. “I spent more than a year wondering why I didn’t feel terrific about one of my friends who seemed very affectionate,” someone recently told us in a counseling session. “Eventually I realized that she was competing with me. So I decided to pull away. We still talk from time to time, but we’re no longer tight, and the relationship no longer drains me.”&lt;br /&gt;If you find yourself knowing that a friendship is unhealthy for you but you keep pursuing it, we urge you to assess your relational neediness. Don’t fall into the trap of believing that if you lose a friend you’ll never find another. The opposite may be true: you may not make another friend until you sever your association with an unhealthy person. The point is that just as good friendships can boost your sense of belong&amp;shy;ing, bad friendships can undermine your security and self-worth.&lt;br /&gt;So carefully consider the price you pay for keeping a faltering friendship alive. And if the cost is too high, make a clean break. Don’t drift away or behave badly. Not taking phone calls or canceling dates— even when justified—can block the lessons to be learned from the unworkable friendship. If you seek closure in a more direct and respon&amp;shy;sible way by exploring your feelings together, it is likely to pay off (for both of you) in greater openness in your new friendships.&lt;br /&gt;If, on the other hand, your friendship is worth the cost of repair&amp;shy;ing and maintaining it—if it has redeeming qualities you value—you’re ready for the next step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step Two: Make Meaningful Contact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have decided it’s wise to reestablish contact, you need to write a note or call the person to convey one primary message: “Our friendship is valuable to me, and I miss seeing you. Is there any way we can resolve what stands between us?” That’s all. In making contact the point is simple, to convey your desire and explore their openness to considering a discussion. At this stage, there is no need to go into air&amp;shy;ing your grievances or even making elaborate apologies (that will come later). For now, you are simply calling a peace talk to open up honest discussions about bringing resolution to your relationship.&lt;br /&gt;This step, though it appears quite simple and straightforward, is where things often get dicey. You will unknowingly sabotage your sim&amp;shy;ple message if you are not aware of any lingering desires to get even with this person. And it is impossible to be humble and make meaningful contact in a genuine way if you are hanging on to anger and resentment. There is a key to releasing these toxic emotions, however, and it is found in the next step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step Three: Forgive as Best You Can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve always found it difficult to bury the proverbial hatchet. If I’ve been wronged, it’s tough enough to let it go even after the person says I’m sorry.” But to take the initiative in forgiving is down right impos&amp;shy;sible. At least it seems so. Who wants to turn the other cheek? Isn’t that the act of a coward or even a fool? It’s always seemed so to me; that is, until I learned a valuable secret.&lt;br /&gt;When someone slights you, offends you, or deeply hurts you, the urge to respond in kind is natural: an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. The problem with this urge is that we don’t know when to stop. If we lose an eye, we want more than an eye in return. Truth he known, we don’t want to balance the scales, we want them tipped in our favor (our legal system attests to this fact). And once we feel the compensation is satisfactory, our enemy takes his turn at punishing us again. The cycle repeats itself over and over.&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness puts an end to all that. Our primal urge for “balanc&amp;shy;ing the score” comes to a screeching halt when we set our pride aside and begin to forgive. It’s for our own advantage. Why? Because get&amp;shy;ting even takes its toll not only on the offender, hut on the one seek&amp;shy;ing revenge as well. When Jesus tells us to “turn the other cheek” or “go the extra mile,” he is not telling us to give our enemy some advantage over us. He is not telling us to be cowards. Cheek-turning is for our own protection. Once you free yourself from a desire to hurt back, you put an end to your vindictive spirit and save yourself from further harm.&lt;br /&gt;But let’s get real. How do we do this? How do we forgive? It begins by setting our pride aside and trying our best to see the situation from the other person’s perspective. In fact, if you are not open to seeing the other side of the story, you will never he able to approach your friend in a meaningful way. If von think the problems that are cooling down your friendship are totally and completely the fault of your friend, think again. The problems that plague a friendship are rarely one hundred per&amp;shy;cent the other person’s fault. If you keep this in mind you will he well on your way to practicing forgiveness instead of trying to balance the scales.&lt;br /&gt;And remember, the truth is we can never balance the scales. “Do not repay anyone evil for evil,” says the apostle Paul, instead “live at peace.”~ That’s the result of forgiveness: peace. Sweet peace. And it sets the tone for the next step in repairing your friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step Four: Diagnose the Problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I (Les) had an amazing conversation recently with a guy who was feeling terribly lonely. I asked a standard question: “Do you have any close friends?”&lt;br /&gt;‘Nope. I’m friendly with people at work hut I’m not for close with anyone.”&lt;br /&gt;“Why not?” I asked.         &lt;br /&gt;“Well, a few years ago I was real friendly with this guy. We used to work out together several times a week. Then one week he didn’t show up. I heard from a mutual acquaintance at work that he was upset over something I said. That was the last time I ever saw him.”&lt;br /&gt;His story confused me. “What was it that offended him?” I asked.&lt;br /&gt;“I have no idea.”&lt;br /&gt;I was incredulous. “You mean you never asked him what happened?“&lt;br /&gt;“Nope, I just dropped it there. I decided that if he was going to get upset like that, what’s the use?”&lt;br /&gt;What a sad story. Here is a guy who had a good friend, yet because of a minor misunderstanding, the friendship disintegrated. What baf&amp;shy;fled me is that he had not taken the trouble to find out what had gone wrong.&lt;br /&gt;This scenario is more common than you think, especially in the process of trying to rebuild a connection. But finding out what went wrong is critically important if we are to learn what caused the problem in the first place—and avoid repeating it.&lt;br /&gt;One of the reasons we avoid diagnosing the problem is that we don’t like to acknowledge that there is a problem. We know that “every&amp;shy;body’s human,” but we often assign larger-than-life qualities to certain individuals, and if they are a “good friend” we see them as all good, but when they let us down we tend to see them as all bad. We want people to be neater than they are, less complicated. We don’t want to face the fact that people are partially good and partially bad. Viewing things in black and white seems easier and more practical. But most of life, including our friendships, comes in shades of gray. And if you don’t accept that, you miss out on a lot of relationships that might have been. So don’t pretend there’s no problem. Diagnose it together and move to the next step. After all, if a friendship can’t survive an hon&amp;shy;est discussion of differences, that may he a sign that the relationship ought to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step Five: Rebuild Respect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roman statesman and philosopher Cicero, who wrote perhaps the best treatise ever on friendship, insisted that what brings true friends together is “a mutual belief in each other’s goodness.” This insistence on virtue as a precondition for true friendship may seem difficult to cul&amp;shy;tivate when a friend has let you down, but it is essential. That’s why the final step in mending a broken relationship is rebuilding respect for your friend. Most likely, your respect for him or her has been battered and bruised, so it will take some nurturing. But if your friendship is to sur&amp;shy;vive it will ultimately depend on the reviving of respect. “Remove respect from friendship,” said Cicero, “and you have taken away the most splendid ornament it possesses.&lt;br /&gt;You may be wondering just how one revives respect for a fallen friend.&lt;br /&gt;We suggest two things. You begin by noting your friend’s most admirable qualities. Ask yourself, what traits does he or she possess that inspire you to become a better person? Make a list of these qualities of character. If you’re like most people, you may find yourself weighing these good qualities against the had. That’s okay. The point is not to whitewash your friend’s personality. In fact, you may discover that he or she is simply deficient as a certain kind of friend. Some friends, for example, are great when you need a ride to pick up your car from the shop, hut no help at au when you’re in despair over a lost love. Once you know a friendship’s limits, it’s easier to enjoy it for what it is with&amp;shy;out feeling let down about what it’s not. The goal here is rebuild your respect by highlighting those qualities you like best about your friend.&lt;br /&gt;Next, you need to own up to your end of the relationship by offering a sincere apology for not being the kind of friend you could have been. Identify specific things you did that contributed to the friendship’s failure and confess them to your friend in an apology. Take ownership and ask for for&amp;shy;giveness. Above all, remember that an apology is only as good as the spirit behind it. “A true apology is more than just acknowledgment of a mistake,” Norman Vincent Peale once said. “It is recognition that something you have said or done has damaged a relationship and that you care enough about the relationship to want it repaired and restored.” If you do that, mutual respect is almost certain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS THE GAIN WORTH THE PAIN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you are still wondering whether all the work involved in repairing a broken relationship is worth it. Unfortunately we can’t guar&amp;shy;antee that it is. Some relationships, no matter how hard you try, never recover the joy they once had. But if you feel a pang of regret or remorse when you think about a former friend and do nothing about it, you’ll never know what might have been. And even if the relationship isn’t revived, you’ll never know the satisfaction that comes from trying.&lt;br /&gt;That was what I (Leslie) learned in an attempt to recover my lost relationship with Renee. When we first met, Renee and I had lots in common. As part-time coworkers on the same office staff, we shared an almost instant camaraderie. We were also part-time graduate stu&amp;shy;dents while our new husbands were enrolled full-time in the same rig&amp;shy;orous doctoral program. We confided in one another. We commiserated about school bills and stress. We depended on each other for prayer sup&amp;shy;port as well as honest feedback. And we always made each other laugh.&lt;br /&gt;That all changed, however, after graduation when Les and I announced our plans to move to Seattle. At first, Renee shared my excitement about the transition and even orchestrated an elaborate and personal celebration in the form of a going-away party. She gave me a gold engraved bracelet that day to remind me of our friendship. When Les and I moved from Pasadena, I was convinced that my friendship with Renee would last a lifetime. But it didn’t.&lt;br /&gt;Almost immediately Renee seemed distant, not only geograph&amp;shy;ically, but emotionally. Our phone conversations turned almost icy. I told myself it was just an adjustment period that would improve. But it didn’t. When I gently confronted Renee with my feelings, it only seemed to add to the agonizing awkwardness. With the exception of an occasional Christmas card, contact between us virtually stop&amp;shy;ped. A friendship I considered to be of priceless value mysteriously vanished.&lt;br /&gt;Four years later, I phoned Renee, not necessarily to rebuild our friendship but to bring a bit of closure to what happened between us. “I know you didn’t expect to hear from me,” I told her, “but I just wanted you to know I still think about our days in Pasadena with fond&amp;shy;ness and wanted to see how you were doing.” Renee sounded like her old self: warm, enthusiastic, and funny. What surprised me, however, was Renee’s confession of remorse about our lost connection. Renee told me that saying good-bye to me stirred up a storm of personal issues in her own life about loss and betrayal and that our relationship suffered the consequences. We caught up on each other’s lives for a while and then said good-bye once more, knowing we would never fully bridge the gulf that time and space had brought between us.&lt;br /&gt;That day on the phone was bittersweet. It was marked with relief as well as regret. Both of us knew there would be no going back to the way things once were. This was a friendship reconciled, but not recov&amp;shy;ered. Was that enough? Was it worth the effort? You bet. We still ex&amp;shy;change Christmas cards and the occasional letter—more in tribute to the friendship we once shared than as an _expression of our current connection.&lt;br /&gt;In their own way, even failed friendships last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR REFLECTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• As you consider particular friendships you have lost along the way, are there some that are more important to you than others? If so, why? What makes them valuable to you, and how do you feel about rebuilding a connection with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•  What do you think about the idea that what we expect from our friendships will determine whether or not those friendships can hold up under turbulent times? Think of some examples of expectations of a friend that cross the line. How do you deter&amp;shy;mine that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•  The chapter points out that most friendships fail because of one of three things: positive or negative change in one person’s life, neglect of the relationship, or blatant betrayal that is either intentional or unintentional. As you consider your own failed friendships, what can the cause tell you about finding a “cure”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•  How can you, personally, determine whether a broken rela&amp;shy;tionship should he repaired or not? In other words, how do you decide if your differences are truly irreconcilable or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•  When it comes to the practical side of mending a broken rela&amp;shy;tionship with a friend, which of the five steps suggested in this chapter (count the cost, make contact, forgive, diagnose the problem, and rebuild respect) would he most difficult for you to take and why? What could you do to make taking this step a bit easier?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-109549902900972211?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/109549902900972211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=109549902900972211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/109549902900972211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/109549902900972211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2004/09/what-to-do-when-friends-fail-by-dr-les.html' title='What To Do When Friends Fail By Dr Les &amp; Leslie'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-109549688588060929</id><published>2004-09-18T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T16:41:25.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Commitment is The Key by Dr John C.Maxwell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Back in the middle 70s, I reached a major decision-making period in my life. I was facing choices that would determine the course of my life and the effectiveness of my ministry. For over a year during that period I carried in my pocket a card, which I pulled out and read time and time again. After making my decision, I would waiver—and then reach for my card. I’ve read it hundreds of times. Because commitment is the key to success, I want to begin this chapter with the words that helped me in this area:&lt;br /&gt;Until I am committed, there is a hesitancy, a chance to raw back. But the moment I definitely commit myself, then God moves also, and a whole stream of events erupt. All manner of unforeseen incidents, meetings, persons, and material assistance which I could never have dreamed would come my way begin to flow toward me—the mo&amp;shy;ment I make a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;The greatest days of your life are the days when you sense your commitment to its highest degree. Your greatest days are not your days of leisure. Your greatest days are not even times when you have your closest friends around you. When something has seized you and caused you to have a high level of commitment to it, those are your greatest days. They may he your days of struggle, they may be your days of suffering, and they maybe the days of your greatest battles in life, but they will be your greatest days.&lt;br /&gt;If I could choose only one word to describe what it’s like to be committed. I think I would choose the word alone. If you become a person who is deeply committed to a cause, the world won’t understand you; you will be alone. It’s human to stand with the crowd; it’s divine to stand alone. It’s manlike to follow the people, to drift with the tide it’s godlike to follow principles, to stem the tide. It’s natural to compromise conscience and follow social and religious fash&amp;shy;ions for the sake of gain and pleasure; it’s divine to sacrifice fashions on the altar of truth and beauty. “No one supported me, but all deserted me” (2 Tim. 4:16). Those were the words of the battle-scarred Apostle Paul in describing his first appearance before Nero to answer for his life. Truth has been out of fashion since man changed his robe of fadeless light for a garment of faded leaves. Think about it for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;Noah built the ark and voyaged alone except for his family. Abraham wandered and worshiped alone. Daniel dined and prayed alone. Elijah sacrificed and witnessed alone. Jeremiah prophesied and wept alone. Jesus loved and died alone. On His lonely way Jesus said to His disciples, “For the gate is small, and the way is narrow that leads to life, and few are those who find it” (Matt. 7:14).&lt;br /&gt;Margaret and the kids and I went to the East Coast for a vacation last year. It was kind of a founding-and-forming-of&amp;shy; our-country vacation. It struck me that every historical site we visited was a monument to somebody’s commitment in life. We went to New York City and saw the Statue of Liberty. There on Ellis Island stands the lady with her torch, the first thing so many immigrants saw in our country. I listened to the guide talk about some of the things that happened to the immigrants when they landed at Ellis Island. They had such great hopes for life in America, yet they couldn’t speak the language and didn’t have a friend in the country. Sometimes they were detained on the small island for weeks or months; some died there. But many got to New York City and worked hard to carve out a place for themselves in this free society. That’s commitment.&lt;br /&gt;Then we got on a train for Philadelphia, a city rich in American history. As we sat in Constitution Hall, where the Declaration of Independence was signed, I realized the com&amp;shy;mitment level of our nation’s founders. By signing their names to this document, these wealthy men were risking their lives and all they possessed. We also visited the graves of many of the signers, many of whom died penniless.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Williamsburg, Virginia, where Patrick Henry began his leadership. He was the first American governor there, the man who said, “Give me liberty or give me death.”&lt;br /&gt;Two of the most impressive monuments we saw in Wash&amp;shy;ington, D.C., the Washington Monument and the Lincoln Memorial, were built to honor the presidents who had the greatest struggles. One had the struggle of forming the na&amp;shy;tion, and the other had the struggle of keeping the nation. These are all monuments to commitment.&lt;br /&gt;The World’s Reactions to Commitment&lt;br /&gt;In Scripture God gives us many great examples of committed men and women, with Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed-nego among them. King N4uchadnezzar, the ruler of Babylon, has taken Israel captive and selected some of the promising young Hebrew men to be trained to serve in his court. Of course, the one known best is Daniel, but we’re going to look especially at his three friends.&lt;br /&gt;Nebuchadnezzar built a golden idol and instructed his people that at the sound of the music they were to bow down and worship this idol. It seemed that everybody was cooperating, but then some Chaldeans came to the king with an upsetting report: “There are certain Jews whom you have appointed over the administration of the province of Baby&amp;shy;lon, namely Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed-nego. These men. O king. have disregarded you; they do not serve your gods or worship the golden image which you have set up” (Dan. 3:12). The world reacts in several ways to people who are committed. The first response is brought out in this verse: the world takes notice of our commitment. These three guys really stood out.&lt;br /&gt;“Then Nebuchadnezzar in rage and anger gave orders to bring Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed-nego; then these men were brought before the king” (Dan. 3:13). The second thing that happens is this: the world will be annoyed by our commitment. Nebuchadnezzar was downright mad; he flew into a rage. He couldn’t handle somebody who didn’t think the way he thought, believe the way he believed, or walk the way he walked.&lt;br /&gt;“Nebuchadnezzar responded and said to them, ‘Is it true. Shadrach, Meshach and Abed-nego, that you do not serve my gods or worship the golden image that I have set up?’ “(Dan. 3:14) This verse brings out the next reaction: the world will question our commitment. Nebuchadnezzar had to double-check; he couldn’t believe these guys had such strong backbones.&lt;br /&gt;Nebuchadnezzar then said he would give them another chance to bow down to the image. “But if you will not worship, you will immediately be cast into the midst of a furnace of blazing fire; and what god is there who can deliver you out of my hands?” (Dan. 3:15) The fourth reaction is this: the world will test your commitment.&lt;br /&gt;As those three Jews stood there that day, I imagine several thoughts went through their heads. They probably asked themselves questions like, Can God deliver us? What would it hurt if we bowed down just one time? I’ve often thought that would have been a convenient time for them to tie their shoelaces, so they could bow down; not to worship the idol, of course, just to tie their shoes.&lt;br /&gt;When we come to the crossroad of our commitment the strength of our commitment has to prove itself. The choice will not be easy, because it’s all or nothing. Our security, our identity, and our popularity may be at stake. It will not be a decision we can make lightly.&lt;br /&gt;Characteristics of the Crossroad&lt;br /&gt;When I’m at a crossroad of commitment in my life, a person&amp;shy;al decision must be made. Other people may care; they may pray; they may offer advice; but the decision will be mine alone. I’m the one who will have to live with it and answer for it. Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed-nego stood together, but each had to make his own decision, his own commitment.&lt;br /&gt;A second characteristic of a crossroad commitment is that the decision will always cost something. There is no such thing as a free commitment. In this situation commitment could have cost the Hebrews their lives. Your commitment may not be quite that expensive, but it will cost you some&amp;shy;thing. It may cost you a friendship. It may cost you a few points in the popularity poll. But if it were free, it would also he worthless. Count on its costing.&lt;br /&gt;A third thing I find at the crossroad is that others will he influenced by it. We never make a major decision at a crossroad without affecting other people. We may make the decision alone, and we may walk the commitment alone, but we never make an important commitment that does not affect other people. It’s like the rippling effect when a stone is thrown into a pond. The whole pond is affected.&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, it’s the place where God reveals Himself to us. Note that Nebuchadnezzar asked the men, “What god is there who can deliver you out of my hands?” Even the world realizes that our commitments are valid only because God intervenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Right Concept of God&lt;br /&gt;Our concept of God in crisis situations will determine our commitment. If we think God will fail us, flee, or he fickle, we 11 never make strong commitments. We would he foolish to commit ourselves to someone who is irresponsible. But if our concept of God tells us He’s sure, steadfast, true, and faithful, then we can make those commitments confidently.&lt;br /&gt;Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed-nego were able to make the right kind of commitment because they’ had the right con&amp;shy;cept of God. They said to the king, “O Nebuchadnezzar, we do not need to give you an answer concerning this. If it he so. our God whom we serve is able to deliver us from the furnace of blazing fire; and He will deliver us out of your hand, O king” (Dan. 3:16.17). Their first concept of God was that He is able.&lt;br /&gt;They went on to say, “But even if He does not, let it be known to you, O king, that we are not going to serve your gods or worship the golden image that you have set up (Dan. 3:18). They’ understood that God expects us to do right regardless of the consequences. If we have that twofold concept of God, we have the glue for a very strong bonding for our commitment.&lt;br /&gt;If we can begin to see God as one who expects us to do right regardless of the consequences, we won’t waver; God many- times will bring healing and deliverance and power and anointing to our lives, but that’s just the icing on the cake. Our concept of God makes a great difference.&lt;br /&gt;Results of Commitment&lt;br /&gt;What resulted from the commitment of Shadraeh. Meshach, and Ahed.nego?&lt;br /&gt;Then Nebuchadnezzar was filled with wrath, and his facial _expression was altered toward Shadrach. Meshach, and Abed-nego. He answered by giving orders to heat the furnace seven times more than it was usually heated. And he commanded some valiant warriors who were in his army to tie up Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed-nego. in order to cast them into the furnace of blazing fire. Then these men were tied up in their trousers, their coats, their caps and their other clothes, and were cast into the midst of the furnace of blazing fire. For this reason, because the king’s command was urgent and the furnace had been made extremely hot, the flame of fire slew those men who carried tip Shadrach. Meshach, and Abed-nego. But these three men. Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed-nego, fell into the midst of the furnace of blazing fire still tied up. (Dan. 3:19-23)&lt;br /&gt;The first result of our commitment is that we will be tried Bank on it: when we stand up for God, we will be tested.&lt;br /&gt;The second result of our commitment is that God will be glorified. When we are truly committed to Him, He will receive praise.&lt;br /&gt;Nebuchadnezzar looked into the fiery furnace and asked, “Was it not three men we cast hound into the midst of the fire?” For he saw in the furnace four men ‘loosed and walking about in the midst of the fire without harm, and the appearance of the fourth is like a son of the gods!” He called to Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed-nego to come out, and the three guy’s came out. In Daniel 3:27, we can see that the satraps, the prefects, the governors, and the king’s high offi&amp;shy;cials gathered around and saw that the fire had had no effect on their bodies. Their hair wasn’t singed, their trousers weren’t damaged, and they didn’t even smell like fire. We can’t even do that well if we go to a restaurant and sit in the nonsmoking section,&lt;br /&gt;Nebuchadnezzar said, “Blessed be the God of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed-nego, who has sent His angel and deliv&amp;shy;ered His servants who put their trust in Him, violating the king’s command, and yielded up their bodies so as not to serve or worship any god except their own God. Therefore I make a decree that any people, nation or tongue that speaks anything offensive against the God of Shadrach, Meshach and Abed-nego shall be torn limb from limb and their houses reduced to a rubbish heap, inasmuch as there is no other god who is able to deliver in this way” (Dan. 3:28-29).&lt;br /&gt;How is the world going to know about the greatness of God without committed Christians? Our problem is not a lack of display of the power of God, the miracles of God, or the anointing of God; God is ready to His part. He’s just waiting for somebody to get into the furnace. He’s looking for people who are totally committed, people whose purpose goes beyond their own abilities. There is a relationship between our willingness to die for God and His willingness to deliver us.&lt;br /&gt;A third result of our commitment is that God will bless our lives. The king caused Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed&amp;shy;nego to prosper in the province of Babylon, according to Daniel 3:30.&lt;br /&gt;Ordinary people can make an extraordinary impact on their own world. The secret lies in being totally committed to the cause of Jesus Christ. If you read the biographies of great men, you’ll become convinced of a couple of things very quickly’. One, all great men struggle; all great men have a fiery furnace in their lives. The second thing is that the degree of their commitment is what really made them great. They weren’t smarter, they weren’t faster, and they- weren’t better educated; they were more committed.&lt;br /&gt;Developing Commitment&lt;br /&gt;How do we develop commitment in our lives? From the story of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed-nego, we can pull out several principles.&lt;br /&gt;Commitment usually begins in an atmosphere of strug&amp;shy;gle. Very seldom do we see strong commitment arise out of a context of prosperity. Squandered time, wasted living, and distorted values may come out of prosperity, but commit&amp;shy;ment does not. The three Jews were captives in another land, with new customs, new surroundings, new values, and differ&amp;shy;ent priorities. It was for them an atmosphere of struggle.&lt;br /&gt;Winston Churchill really achieved greatness during the struggle of World War II. His finest hour was the hour of confrontation, the hour of challenge. After the war he be&amp;shy;came an average prime minister, but not a great one. As Churchill was anticipating the fall of France in 1940, he said, “The battle of France is over; I expect the battle of Britain is about to begin. Upon this battle depends the survival of Christian civilization.... Let us therefore brace ourselves to our duties and so bear ourselves that if the British Empire and its Commonwealth last for a thousand years, men will say, this was their finest hour,”&lt;br /&gt;Forty-five years later, nine out of ten people would proba&amp;shy;bly say that Britain’s finest hour came in the days of Chur&amp;shy;chill’s leadership during World War II. Commitment usually begins in dark hours,&lt;br /&gt;Commitment doesn’t depend on abilities or gifts. Daniel, Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed-nego were among many good-looking and intelligent youths chosen for special training, according to Daniel 1:3-4. But I like to think they weren’t really chosen for those qualities. Rather, they were chosen because of their commitment.&lt;br /&gt;Commitment is the result of choice; it’s not a condition. People do not make great commitments because their condi&amp;shy;tions are right. People make great commitments because they’ choose to do right in spite of the conditions. In Daniel 1:8, it says, “But Daniel made up his mind.”&lt;br /&gt;The moment that Daniel made up his mind, the moment that Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed-nego made up their minds to serve God—that was their great moment. That’s the mo&amp;shy;ment God lifted them up. God blessed them because they chose commitment.&lt;br /&gt;Commitment starts with the little things in our lives. No one ever made a big commitment without first making little commitments. It’s a lot like learning to walk; we gain new confidence with each step. When we see that God blesses our small commitments, we begin to trust Him with bigger ones.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t make a commitment today to win your world for Jesus. That’s idealistic and unreasonable. Make a commit&amp;shy;ment to win one person to Jesus. With the confidence you gain from winning that one, you can win two more.&lt;br /&gt;Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed-nego started out on the right foot by’ refusing to eat the king’s food. If you can’t stand up and say no to the king’s food, you can’t stand up and say no to the king’s idol. You don’t all of a sudden get that kind of courage; it starts with the little things. You realize that when you said no to the king’s food, God blessed you, and you prospered. If God helped you on the food issue, He can help you on the idol issue. And step by step, we begin to build a foundation underneath us that gives us strong character for strong commitment.&lt;br /&gt;This principle also works in reverse. Herein lies the danger of sinning: when you sin once, it’s easier to sin twice. That’s why we ought to have a healthy fear of temptation and a healthy fear of sin. Sin breaks down the walls of resistance. It causes our focus to become blurred, and all of a sudden we’re doing things we shouldn’t be doing. If you didn’t make any strong commitments yesterday, it will catch up with you today.&lt;br /&gt;Settle the issue of commitment before it arises. Don’t get caught up in the emotion of the moment, because then your commitment will waver. Make your decision before the issue arises. The battle is won before the battle is begun. That’s the secret behind the three Hebrews’ success. They already knew what they were going to do. They didn’t stand there and listen to the music and look at each other, wondering what to do. They’ had already settled the issue, so they didn’t have to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;Trust in God. In Daniel 3:28, after the Hebrews had been rescued and delivered, Nebuchadnezzar made an interesting statement. Blessed be the God of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed-nego, who has sent His angel and delivered His ser&amp;shy;vants who put their trust in Him.” Great commitments art built on trust in God.&lt;br /&gt;Be single-minded In Daniel 3:28, Nebuchadnezzar made another comment about these three guy’s. Not only did they trust in God, but he said they’ “yielded up their bodies so as not to serve or worship any other god except their own God.” Single-mindedness.&lt;br /&gt;In his book, Choices, Frederic Flach writes. ‘Most people can look back over the years and identify a time and place at which their lives changed significantly. Whether by accident or design, these are the moments when, because of a readi&amp;shy;ness within us and a collaboration with events Occurring around us, we are forced to seriously reappraise ourselves and the conditions under which we live to make certain choices that will affect the rest of our lives.” We are never too old for that to happen.&lt;br /&gt;There are some of you reading this book today, and you’re thinking, My goodness, I’ve already been in this rut for twenty-five years! Make some choices, make a commitment, take a risk—that’s where the fruit is. It’s never too late. Go for it! Don’t allow circumstances or age or whatever to limit you. Only you can limit yourself&lt;br /&gt;In 1970 I read a book by Oswald Sanders, Spiritual Lead&amp;shy;ership. I became convinced after reading that book that the only people who are going to affect their world for God are those who become leaders and take a stand on principles that perhaps the rest of the world doesn’t stand on. I can remember writing in the back of that book that regardless of the size of my congregation and regardless of the opinions of others—and I even wrote that regardless of what my father says, and my father is the greatest influence and the most important person in my life—there are some things I’m going to stand on and believe in. I’m still living off of that decision.&lt;br /&gt;I was reading recently about John Wesley, a favorite hero of mine. He was writing a letter of encouragement to a fellow named George, who was leaving England to evangelize the new frontier. He wrote, “Dear George, the time has come for you to embark for America. I let you loose, George, on that great continent of America. Publish your message in the open face of the sun and do all the good that you can.” I love Wesley’s liberating phrase, “I let you loose.”Commitment will free you and let you loose to do great things for God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-109549688588060929?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/109549688588060929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=109549688588060929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/109549688588060929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/109549688588060929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2004/09/commitment-is-key-by-dr-john-cmaxwell_18.html' title='Commitment is The Key by Dr John C.Maxwell'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-109548722183185126</id><published>2004-09-18T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T14:00:21.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems...</title><content type='html'>♥Love Is Enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love us enough though the world be a waning,&lt;br /&gt;And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining,&lt;br /&gt;Though the sky be too dark for dim eyes to discover,&lt;br /&gt;The gold-cup and daisies fair blooming there under,&lt;br /&gt;Though the hills be held shadows, and the sea a dark wonder,&lt;br /&gt;And this day draw a veil over all deeds pass’d over,&lt;br /&gt;Yet their hands shall not tremble, their feet shall not alter,&lt;br /&gt;These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry we didn’t have a great time last night,&lt;br /&gt;Because you didn’t wan to spend time with me, I started a fight.&lt;br /&gt;You made me so sad,&lt;br /&gt;With a grin on your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the only one, who knew,&lt;br /&gt;That your favorite song was Amazing Grace.&lt;br /&gt;You knew everything about me,&lt;br /&gt;But now it’s all gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I woke up,&lt;br /&gt;It was the crack of dawn.&lt;br /&gt;You had called me last night because your dad told you to.&lt;br /&gt;I was mad so I hung up because you didn’t want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to say I’m sorry what ever I did say.&lt;br /&gt;But now it’s late, for it is the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fear,&lt;br /&gt;I fear that I might lose you.&lt;br /&gt;A pain that I can’t bear,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder will I ever manage get through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regretted my mistake,&lt;br /&gt;For hurting you, my friend,&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could undo it,&lt;br /&gt;But when I realized,&lt;br /&gt;It’s already too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologized, and you forgave,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much, for being considerate.&lt;br /&gt;I have a little wish,&lt;br /&gt;That is,&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happens between us&lt;br /&gt;We are friends forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend, I love you,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you love me too.&lt;br /&gt;Even though we argue,&lt;br /&gt;I still love a part of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we disagree,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you still love apart of me.&lt;br /&gt;We’ve been friends for years.&lt;br /&gt;If we stopped, I would break out in tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So friend, I love you,&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you love me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Friends forever” you promised “together till the end”,&lt;br /&gt;We did everything together, you were my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;When I was sad you were by my side,&lt;br /&gt;When I was scared you felt my fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my best support,&lt;br /&gt;If I needed you, you were there.&lt;br /&gt;You were the greatest friend,&lt;br /&gt;You always knew what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made everything seem better.&lt;br /&gt;As long as we have each other,&lt;br /&gt;Everything would be okay.&lt;br /&gt;But somewhere along the line, we slowly came apart.&lt;br /&gt;I was here, you were there,&lt;br /&gt;It tore a hole in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things were changing,&lt;br /&gt;Our cheerful music reversed its tune.&lt;br /&gt;It was like having salt without pepper,&lt;br /&gt;A sun without a moon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly we were miles apart,&lt;br /&gt;Two different people with nothing the same,&lt;br /&gt;It was if we hadn’t been friends;&lt;br /&gt;Although we knew deep in our hearts,&lt;br /&gt;Neither of us was to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had made many new friends,&lt;br /&gt;And luckily so had i.&lt;br /&gt;But that didn’t change the hurt,&lt;br /&gt;The lost of our friendship made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;As we grow older things must change,&lt;br /&gt;But they don’t always have to end.&lt;br /&gt;Even though it is different now,&lt;br /&gt;You will always be my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are sad,&lt;br /&gt;I will dry your tears,&lt;br /&gt;When you are scared,&lt;br /&gt;I will comfort your fears.&lt;br /&gt;When you are worried,&lt;br /&gt;I will give you hope.&lt;br /&gt;When you are confuse,&lt;br /&gt;I will help you cope.&lt;br /&gt;(con’t)&lt;br /&gt;And when you are lost,&lt;br /&gt;I shall be your beacon.&lt;br /&gt;Shining ever so bright,&lt;br /&gt;This is my oath,&lt;br /&gt;I pledge till the end.&lt;br /&gt;Why you may ask,&lt;br /&gt;Because you’re a friend of mine,&lt;br /&gt;Now and forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of things&lt;br /&gt;Which I’m blessed,&lt;br /&gt;My problems have been few,&lt;br /&gt;But of all, this one’s the best:&lt;br /&gt;To have a friend like you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In times of trouble&lt;br /&gt;Friend will say,&lt;br /&gt;“Just ask, I’ll help you through it.”&lt;br /&gt;But you don’t wait for me to ask,&lt;br /&gt;You just get up and do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can think of nothing more&lt;br /&gt;That I could wisely do.&lt;br /&gt;Than know a friend,&lt;br /&gt;And be a friend,&lt;br /&gt;And have a friend like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend is someone we turn to&lt;br /&gt;When our sprits need a lift,&lt;br /&gt;A friend is someone we treasure&lt;br /&gt;For our friendship is a gift,&lt;br /&gt;A friend is someone who fills our lives,&lt;br /&gt;With beauty, joy and grace,&lt;br /&gt;And makes the world we live in&lt;br /&gt;A better and happier place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; _____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life is full of joy,&lt;br /&gt;Mines are full of pain:&lt;br /&gt;Your life is full of love and care.&lt;br /&gt;Mine is full of heartbreak and nightmare;&lt;br /&gt;Your life is a wonderland,&lt;br /&gt;Friends are everywhere you stand;&lt;br /&gt;Mines is full of misery,&lt;br /&gt;Filled with plenty of mystery;&lt;br /&gt;No matter where you are,&lt;br /&gt;There’s a falling star;&lt;br /&gt;In my world of loneliness,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, just empty, I’m hunger for happiness;&lt;br /&gt;All I need is someone who cares,&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever find someone like this out there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends will come and friends will go,&lt;br /&gt;The seasons change and it will show,&lt;br /&gt;I will age and so will you,&lt;br /&gt;But our friendship stays, strong and true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day,&lt;br /&gt;When you left me,&lt;br /&gt;My life seemed to be empty,&lt;br /&gt;I felt so lonely,&lt;br /&gt;For not having you with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything don’t seems to be right,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you every day and night,&lt;br /&gt;I tried with my very might,&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you don’t get out of sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t want to lose a friend&lt;br /&gt;So, may our friendship last till the very end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be there till suns don’t shine,&lt;br /&gt;Till the heavens burst,&lt;br /&gt;And the words don’t rhyme,&lt;br /&gt;Till the day I die.&lt;br /&gt;You’ll be on my mind,&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll love you always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars have lost their twinkle,&lt;br /&gt; The sea is not so blue,&lt;br /&gt;And the reason is because&lt;br /&gt;I’m really missing you!&lt;br /&gt; _______________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have given me the courage,&lt;br /&gt;That was not there,&lt;br /&gt;You have given me laughter,&lt;br /&gt;That I can share,&lt;br /&gt;You have gives me feelings,&lt;br /&gt;Those are deep and true,&lt;br /&gt;For that my friend,&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you!&lt;br /&gt; ___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The true friend is the one that’s coming in the door,&lt;br /&gt;While everyone else is going out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-109548722183185126?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/109548722183185126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=109548722183185126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/109548722183185126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/109548722183185126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2004/09/poems.html' title='Poems...'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-109548669920877857</id><published>2004-09-18T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T13:51:39.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling In Love Without Loosing Your Mind!</title><content type='html'>She shifted her posture. Her head tilted slightly, her shoulders lifted, and she gently fluffed her auburn hair. Suddenly, our eyes locked for a moment. She smiled, then slowly dropped her eyelids; tilted her head down and to the side. I felt dizzy and faint, as if my legs had turned to warm lead. But I wasn’t about to let this signal go unanswered. If I was reading her body language correctly—and I was—she was giving me the universal signal to approach. I did.&lt;br /&gt;Without saying a word I walked toward her and reached for her hand. Every nerve ending in my fingers carried a rush of excitement to my brain. We looked at each other, only for a moment, but I could have described every contour of her face.&lt;br /&gt;“Has everyone found a partner?” the voice over the loudspeaker asked. Then, suddenly, through the same crackling sound system, the piano pounded, the fiddle jumped, and the pulse pushed through the gymnasium as a latent charge of prepubescent neuro chemicals enveloped the building. From there on the caller’s cues determined our actions. Along with thirty other awkward sixth-grade couples we kicked hack from each other, then pulled together again. For eight long heats, we stared into each other’s eyes. All else faded into the background. You guessed it. We were in gym class learning to square dance . . . and I was in love.&lt;br /&gt;Her name was Caroline O’Toole, if I’m not mistaken. We never spoke a word to each other, and I can’t tell you a thing about her life now. But I still remember the feelings I had that day in the gym. This girl, I thought (or should I say I felt), was the one for inc. My feelings were too magical, too strong to mean anything else.&lt;br /&gt;Not much changes as we mature. Love, it seems, is ruled by over&amp;shy;powering, unexplainable, mystical emotions. The ancient Greeks com&amp;shy;pared falling in love to going insane. So have modern writers. “It is the taking over of a rational and lucid mind by delusion and self-destruc&amp;shy;tion,” writes American author Marilyn French. “You lose yourself, you have no power over yourself, you can’t even think straight.”’ Researchers have verified these hunches about the dizzying effect of falling in love. Michael Liehowitz of New York State Psychiatric Insti&amp;shy;tute has shown that when a passionate attraction occurs, a chemical substance (called phenylethylamine) is released in the brain, causing feelings of elation and excitement, along with physical sensations such as light-headedness and a sense of being short of breath.&lt;br /&gt;Even before there were scientific experiments, poets and philoso&amp;shy;phers had long noted the psychological effects of love. As Nietzsche put it: “Love is the state in which man sees things most widely different from what they are. The force of illusion reaches its zenith here.” Shakespeare put it this way: “Love is blind, and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit.” And William Blake had his say on the sub&amp;shy;ject as well: “Love ... breaks all chains from every mind.”&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, steamy starts do not promote our best thinking. Intense emotions often block us from taking a careful and objective look at our&amp;shy;selves, the person we are dating, and the relationship we are forming together. Falling in love tells us nothing about whether a relationship is healthy or good for us. In&amp;shy;tense feelings of love, no matter how consuming, are hardly a measure of true and enduring closeness. But tell that to our feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Too many people lose their mind when they fall in love. And that’s when the real insanity—and eventual heartache—begins. This chap&amp;shy;ter provides an alternative. We call it smart love. And it will help you evaluate your romantic relationships with your head, not just your heart. We begin by defining exactly what smart love is and devote the hulk of the chapter to showing you how it works. We conclude with a brief discussion on keeping your love life sane once you’ve found somebody to love.&lt;br /&gt;One more thing before we begin. If you think it’s somehow less exhilarating or romantic to fall in love with your brain turned on, ask yourself this: Would you bungee jump without the cord? Of course not. And if your love life is void of critical capacities, you’re headed for cer&amp;shy;tain disaster. This chapter will help you keep your critical capacities intact and the thrill alive.&lt;br /&gt; WHAT’S YOUR LOVE I.Q.?&lt;br /&gt;      Imagine walking into a crowded room, briefly milling around, and then with the help of a little computer technology, knowing, without ever saying a word, whether anyone there might be a good match for you as a dating partner. Sound like sci-fi? Not to researchers at M.I.T’s Media Lab who designed Thinking Tags.’ These little wearable com&amp;shy;puters seek out other “smart” tags in a room and swap data. The microchip-driven, infrared-transmitting cards are programmable by the wearer, who is asked to input responses to five questions designed to help you click with another. At a Thinking Tag get-together, people wander about and let their badges do the work. When they approach within five feet of each other, pairs of tags display their results in a neat row of five red and green lights. According to the inventors, you dis&amp;shy;pense with all the tired chitchat and immediately know whether it’s worth the brain cycles to attempt social intercourse.                                 &lt;br /&gt;          If this artificial-intelli&amp;shy;gence approach to interaction seems a bit, well, artificial, we understand. Thinking Tags, as far as we know, are far from catching on. When it comes to getting to know one another, most people still opt for old-fashioned communi&amp;shy;cation (even if it’s on the Internet). But you don’t have to sacrifice rela&amp;shy;tional intelligence if you’re not wearing a smart tag. Not if you have what we call a high Love I.Q.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought about your intelligence when it comes to love? Not your understanding of its history or origins. But your capac&amp;shy;ity to keep your wits about you when you’re engulfed by its mysterious emotions. That’s what smart love is all about. It doesn’t take the fun out of feeling. Smart love is still love, thrills and all, only wiser. More focused. More observant. Smart love doesn’t allow you to delude your&amp;shy;self into believing something that isn’t true. It may, for example, point out that the person you’re with is the person you’re better off without. On the other hand, it may help you see clearly that the person you re with makes you a better person. It may give you confidence to know that your relationship is headed in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;While your heart is sweetly distracted by all the possibilities, smart love keeps you aware of what is taking place. You still swoon and sigh, but you also consider facts and make intelligent choices. Smart love is all about falling in love without losing your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW SMART LOVE WORKS&lt;br /&gt;        Most people put more time and energy into planning a dinner party or shopping for a car than they do seeking a mate who is right for them. Unfortunately, there are serious consequences when romance is left entirely to chance. Oh, we know, it sounds so businesslike to talk “strategy” when it comes to dating. “You should just let it happen,” we often hear. But that’s a cop-out. If you’re going to date smart you have to think smart.&lt;br /&gt;Have you considered the kinds of things you want in a dating rela&amp;shy;tionship? What qualities are you looking for in another person? What traits, skills, abilities would fit the bill for you? Whether you’ve made your “shopping list” or not, we’ve got to tell you that it may he deceiv&amp;shy;ing. Unless you are practicing smart love, what you think you’re look&amp;shy;ing for may be off the mark.&lt;br /&gt;Thirty years ago when college students were asked to rank the attributes that are important to them in a potential date, they almost never put looks at the top of the list. But what they said was not always consistent with what they did. In a classic study where more than seven hundred college students were matched at a “computer dance,” the researchers assessed each student’s intelligence, aptitude, social skills, personality traits, and physical attractiveness. During an intermission at the dance, and again a few months later, the students were asked in private how much they liked their dates. The only variable that pre&amp;shy;dicted their answers was attractiveness.&lt;br /&gt;Today’s students are a little more honest, if not superficial. When asked to indicate the most important quality in a dating partner, they don’t hesitate. “Looks” is the first word they utter.’ So let’s all be hon&amp;shy;est, the secret’s out: whether we admit it or not, physical attractive&amp;shy;ness tops the list of desirable dating qualities. Is this wrong? Absolutely not. Sex appeal is part of God’s design. But here’s the clincher: there’s far more to a dating relationship than looks. The truth is physical attrac&amp;shy;tiveness is a good spring, but a poor regulator. It gets love going but it doesn’t keep love going.&lt;br /&gt;Smart love understands this and looks beneath the sur&amp;shy;face. Smart love looks beyond beauty to find sustaining prin&amp;shy;ciples for lasting love, a love that may uphold lifelong marriage. After all, the divorce rate is so high, according to Yale researcher Robert Steinberg, not because people make foolish choices, but because they are drawn together for reasons that matter less as time goes on In other words, the force that brings a couple together—physical attractiveness—has little to do with what keeps them together. For too long, couples have based the start of their relationship on superficialities and then hoped for the best. But there’s a better way. You no longer need to leave the future of your relation&amp;shy;ship to chance.&lt;br /&gt;So stop torturing daisies—there’s a whole new way to rate your love life. It has to do with playing it smart; it has to do with raising your love I.Q. Here’s how it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart Love Seeks a Good Match&lt;br /&gt;            We’ve all heard it: Opposites attract. But is it true? Hardly. In real&amp;shy;ity, opposites seldom attract, and if they do they often don’t stay attracted. The old “birds of a feather” thing may sound trite, but it’s the truth. Close relationships are more likely to form and endure with some&amp;shy;one who shares your ideas, values, and desires, a person who likes the same music, the same activities, even the same foods. For good reason the prophet Amos wondered, “Can two walk together, except they be agreed?&lt;br /&gt;How do you know if you have a lot in common? It takes time. And it doesn’t hurt to withhold premature judgments. We have a friend who says she dates “Like Margaret Mead.” On a promising date she brings along her anthropological, oh- isn’t-that- interesting self, observing and recording differences “as if the guy were an alien species.” By consid&amp;shy;ering the first few dates as an expedition, she’s learned to listen more and react less. And it pays off. She doesn’t jump to critical conclusions because he isn’t willing to try Thai food or has a different political view from hers. Over time, she patiently sifts through the dating data to dis&amp;shy;cover whether she and her date are a good match on the things that matter most.&lt;br /&gt;Differences emerge in any close relationship, of course. But smart love knows that for a fighting chance the relation&amp;shy;ship must be built on common ground. In one famous study of more than three hundred dating couples in Boston, those who eventually broke up were less well-matched in age, educational ambitions, intel&amp;shy;ligence, and physical attractiveness than those who stayed together: Study after study has found little support for the “opposites attract” idea. Instead, the happiest couples are those with lots of similarities.” To para&amp;shy;phrase Henry Ward Beecher, “A well-matched couple is winged, an ill-matched couple is shackled.”&lt;br /&gt; Smart Love Pays Attention to Values&lt;br /&gt;     Five dates into her “last worst relationship,” Cameron overheard Jess on the telephone, screaming at his mother. “I said to myself, he’d never talk to me that way.” One year later, says Cameron, that was about the only way he did talk to her. No big surprise to learn the relation&amp;shy;ship self-destructed.&lt;br /&gt;The person you date is constantly giving out clues about his or her values. And if you’re smart, you’ll pay attention. Why? Because what a person values reveals the course of your relationship and how you will he treated. If your date respects his younger sister, chances are he’ll respect you too—it’s part of his value system. How a person treats fam&amp;shy;ily and friends, however, is just one area where values are revealed.&lt;br /&gt;You’ll also want to pay attention to how that person treats him or herself. Does she see herself as the victim? Is he always blaming oth&amp;shy;ers? Money is another realm of revelation when it comes to values. Is this person wise with financial decisions? Generous? How about this per&amp;shy;son’s commitments? Does he keep his promises? Is she reliable? What about this person’s spiritual values? Does he talk about spiritual issues? Is she on a spiritual quest?&lt;br /&gt;You discover what people value by paying attention to what makes them laugh, what they fear, what they desire, and how they spend their time. And the more you know about their values, the smarter you become about the future of your relationship.&lt;br /&gt; Smart Love Doesn’t Try to Change Others&lt;br /&gt;          Alfred Hitchcock’s 1956 movie Vertigo startles the audience with several scary scenes, but none is as terrifying as when Kim Novak pre&amp;shy;sents her remade self to Jimmy Stewart. She is dressed in a gray suit and a white blouse, and her hair is done up in a seascape of blond waves. What’s so frightening? Stewart has wholly recreated her in the image of a dead woman he had loved. By making her over he thinks that he has bought a second chance at happiness, but as the plot twists, we realize he has doomed them both.&lt;br /&gt;Doom awaits any rela&amp;shy;tionship where one person is trying to change the other into something or someone they aren’t. And yet that is exactly what dumb love does. We can’t tell you how many people we’ve counseled who believe they can “fix” their date. They are so desperate to he in a relationship they delude themselves into believing a lie—that the flaws they now see in this person will somehow evaporate under the influence of their love. But the flaws remain. Here’s the truth smart lovers know: What you see is what you get, and your chances of changing it are very slim.&lt;br /&gt;When talking with someone who believes they can change another person we sometimes ask them to think how difficult it is to lose three pounds to slightly improve their appearance. They gener&amp;shy;ally concede the struggle. We then ask, “Now, what’s the likelihood of changing an entire personality?”&lt;br /&gt;Let’s make this perfectly clear: A person who recognizes flaws in his or her mate during courtship and vows to do a remake after marriage is simply looking for trouble. Smart love knows better.&lt;br /&gt; Smart Love Doesn’t Try to Change Oneself&lt;br /&gt;        Not only does smart love not attempt to change another person, it knows better than to try and change oneself for another person. Twenty-three-year old Judy, unfortunately, hadn’t learned this lesson. When she met Don she couldn’t believe her eyes. “He was gorgeous,” she told us. “He had everything—good looks, self-confidence, a good job, a sense of humor—and I couldn’t believe he was asking me out on a date.” She went on to tell us how her girlfriend’s mother worked in the same office building with Don and could supply “the inside scoop” on him.&lt;br /&gt;Judy learned that Don loved sailing and played saxophone in a jazz band. She learned he had traveled extensively in India. With this and other advanced knowledge of Don, Judy confessed to “brushing up” on her knowledge of sailing, jazz, India, and all things Don. So what’s the problem with doing a little research? Nothing, really. The problem emerged when on their first date Judy found herself not only being knowledgeable about their “common” interests, but making up little white lies to woo him. “I love Dizzy Gillespie,” she enthusi&amp;shy;astically told Don—a day earlier she hadn’t even known who he was. Judy, knowing next to nothing about Indian food, told Don it was her favorite. You can probably guess what happened next. Don thought he had found his soul mate— “It’s almost spooky how much we have in common,” he told her.&lt;br /&gt;Spooky, indeed. A few dates later, the whole relationship fell apart. That’s when Judy walked into our office and confessed a string of sim&amp;shy;ilar failed relationships with great potential partners where she became whoever she thought her date wanted her to be. Like a chameleon changing colors to blend in, Judy would contort her likes and dislikes, her whole personality, if she thought it would make her more alluring. It’s no wonder Judy couldn’t maintain an ongoing dating relationship. No one can if they are not true to themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Judy’s pressure to change herself came from within, but we have met plenty of people who felt the same pressure to change from the per&amp;shy;son they are dating. In either case, being true to yourself is still paramount. If you find you have to alter yourself considerably to fit in with his or her friends, for example, you’ve discovered a danger sign, and it reads, “This isn’t going to work.” Be courageous and move on. “It is bet&amp;shy;ter to he hated for what you are,” said André Gide, “than loved for what you are not.&lt;br /&gt; Smart Love Doesn’t Play Games&lt;br /&gt;             Let the male take the lead and carry the conversation. Be honest but mysterious—men like a challenge. Don’t return all his calls, and never stay on the phone with him longer than ten minutes. Always he the one who ends a date or a phone call. Never accept a Saturday date if he asks later than Wednesday. Break off the relationship immediately if no gift arrives on your birth&amp;shy;day or Valentine’s Day. Rarely say thank you for presents.&lt;br /&gt;There are thirty-five of these sorts of rules in all, according to the Cosmopolitan-style magazine article gussied up as a book that has achieved bestsellerdom. The Rules, by Ellen Fein and Sherrie Schnei&amp;shy;der, has also achieved cult status, spawning seminars and support groups around the country. For $250 an hour, fans can get direct phone advice from the authors. The point of the whole thing? Play by the rules and you win Mr. Right. Perhaps. The question we ask is for how long? How long are you willing to play the game? Carry out the charade? Sooner or later the real you will emerge, and then what?&lt;br /&gt;Rules are for games, not relationships. And smart love knows the difference. Games are meant to lure, even manipulate another person into seeing you as someone you’re not. We’re not picking on this lit&amp;shy;tle book of codified dating advice. The games people play in dating rela&amp;shy;tionships are nothing new. They’re as old as time. As is the damage they cause. Anytime you project an image that is not real, you are hiding your true self and playing a game you’ll eventually lose. You may win attention, sympathy, or admiration for the moment, hut it won’t last— it’s only a game.&lt;br /&gt;So if you’re looking for love that goes the distance, you’ve got to avoid game playing as much as possible and be real. Consider the child&amp;shy;hood game of hide and seek. “Oh, the delicious thrill of hiding while the others come looking for you,” writes French author Jean Baudrillard, “the delicious terror of being discovered, but what panic when, after a long search, the others abandon you!”2 Dating games, played too much and too long, result in the same aloneness. So play a few games if you must, but don’t hide too well. Our advice? We’ll say it again, be who you are and the dates will follow.&lt;br /&gt; Smart Love Doesn’t Run from Conflict&lt;br /&gt;              He didn’t follow through on his promise to pick you up at an agreed upon time. She said something embarrassing in front of your friends and you lost it. Whatever the issue, wherever the place, your first fight is inevitable. And you feel devastated. Scared. Disillusioned. Worried that you’ve ruined everything. Well, rest assured, you haven’t. Only dumb love runs from the slightest conflict. Smart love uses the harsh words and hurt feelings to better understand each other and the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Four weeks into their romance, Todd failed to invite Patricia to a fancy dinner sponsored by his company. Pa&amp;shy;tricia felt hurt but kept it to herself. After all, their relationship was still brand-new. At seven weeks Todd went solo to his high school reunion. Patricia felt annoyed. They’d been dating steadily. Were they not a couple? At three months, Todd told Patricia that he was spending Thanksgiving in California with his former college roommate, not in Seattle with his family and her. “That was when I went ballistic,” says Patricia. This fledgling couple had their first real fight, complete with yelling and crying.&lt;br /&gt;Afterward, they each went home and replayed the fight a thousand times in their heads—until Patricia called Todd. The rest of the night and into the next day, the two of them had their first real conversa&amp;shy;tion about their relationship, about where they each hoped and feared it might go. Todd admitted some resistance to being definitively coupled” hut stressed that the relationship was meaningful to him and he wanted to move it forward.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of their talk, Todd and Patricia felt exhausted and a lit&amp;shy;tle fragile. But they also felt closer. “I learned more about who Todd was in this one fight than I had in months of dating.” Patricia knows they’ll eventually argue again, but she also understands that they can use con&amp;shy;flict to their advantage. Patricia’s no dummy.&lt;br /&gt; Smart Love Knows the Bottom Line&lt;br /&gt;           When Gary and Brenda first met, their dates mostly happened like this: If Gary wanted to see Brenda on the weekend, he called her sometime on Thursday to make plans for Saturday night; otherwise she didn’t hear from him. After weeks of this, Brenda balked. “It felt too unbalanced. I had no control. If I wanted to see him, I had to wait, not make other plans.” And so the Thursday eventually came when Brenda sweetly declared herself busy on Saturday. She turned down dates with Gary until eventually he got the message and changed his pattern.&lt;br /&gt;It’s a little thing, hut it illustrates a big point: Smart love has stan&amp;shy;dards of behavior in a relationship. Smart love has a bottom line that says, This is what I can and cannot live with. Whether it be about com&amp;shy;mon courtesy, seeing other people, or having limits on sex, smart love preserves your dignity, integrity, and well-being.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone’s bottom line is different. We can’t tell you where to draw the line on every issue. That’s your decision. You call the shots about what you can and cannot live with. The point is to know what you want from a dating partner and where you are willing to bend—and where you are not.&lt;br /&gt;Beware: If you are to hold to your bottom line, you must ultimately accept the possibility of being alone. You must be willing to walk if the relationship isn’t allowing your best self to flourish. Here’s the bot&amp;shy;tom line of smart love: A lousy relationship is never better than no rela&amp;shy;tionship at all.&lt;br /&gt; KEEPING THE LOVE OF YOU&lt;br /&gt;   “All beginnings are lovely,” a French proverb tells us. That’s par&amp;shy;ticularly true of a promising new dating relationship. But no matter how lovely, a beginning is only a beginning. Time will tell if a relationship is built to go the distance. And smart love, not leaving everything up to chance, can once again put the odds of survival in your favor. So we conclude this chapter with one more thought for anyone who has found true love and wants to keep it.&lt;br /&gt;Here it is: love is not static. Love is not something you fall into and fall out of. Love is fluid. It rises and falls like the tide. “When you love someone,” writes Anne Morrow Lindbergh in her little book Gift from the Sea, “you do not love them all the time, in exactly the same way, from moment to moment.” It’s impossible. Yet this is what dumb love demands. Smart love, on the other hand, has faith in the ebb and flow of love, knowing that it is fluid and free. Smart love works day to day at being in love. It doesn’t sit hack and get sucked under by the happily&amp;shy; ever-after myth. Smart love practices loving ways of being.&lt;br /&gt;So if you are blessed with a healthy, budding love-relationship, don’t set yourself up for disappointment by thinking your feelings of love are permanent. Don’t leap at the flow of the tide, as Lindbergh says, and resist in terror its ebb. Be smart and know that love, no matter how lovely in the beginning, will change and change again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-109548669920877857?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/109548669920877857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=109548669920877857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/109548669920877857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/109548669920877857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2004/09/falling-in-love-without-loosing-your.html' title='Falling In Love Without Loosing Your Mind!'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372884.post-109548407909796795</id><published>2004-09-18T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T13:07:59.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Questions With The Smart Answers</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Teacher: "Which is more important to us, the sun or the moon?"&lt;br /&gt;Pupil: "The moon".&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;Pupil: "The moon gives us light at night when we need it but the sun gives us light only in the daytime when we don't need it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "What do u call a person who keeps on talking when people are no longer interested?"&lt;br /&gt;Pupil: "A teacher".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiter: "Would you like your coffee black?"&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "What other colours do you have?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father is so old that when he was in school, history was called current affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "Sam, you talk a lot!"&lt;br /&gt;Sam: "It's a family tradition".&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "What do you mean?"&lt;br /&gt;Sam: "Sir, my grandpa was a street hawker, my father is a teacher".&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: ''What about your mother?"&lt;br /&gt;Sam: "She's a woman".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "Now, children, if i saw a man beating a donkey and stopped him, what virtue would i                   be showing?"&lt;br /&gt;Student: "Brotherly love".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient: "What are the chances of my recovering doctor?"&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: "One hundred percent. Medical records show that nine out of ten people die of the                     disease you have. Yours is the tenth case i've treated. The others all died".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "Can anybody give an example of 'coincidence'?"&lt;br /&gt;Student: "Sir, my mother and father got married on the same day and at the same time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "George Washington not only chopped down his father's cherry tree, but also admitted                  doing it. Now do you know why his father didn't punish him?"&lt;br /&gt;Student: "Because George still had the axe in his hand?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372884-109548407909796795?l=mouthgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/feeds/109548407909796795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372884&amp;postID=109548407909796795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/109548407909796795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372884/posts/default/109548407909796795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthgear.blogspot.com/2004/09/stupid-questions-with-smart-answers.html' title='Stupid Questions With The Smart Answers'/><author><name>Mouthgear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005749559723544108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D2ToSePT-WM/SKj4j72gv7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pLIO0698YKY/S220/Boring+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
