<?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-7183663</id><updated>2011-06-08T14:24:36.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dEaR GoD... ...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>102</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-117532487312628954</id><published>2007-03-31T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T16:08:51.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shine</title><content type='html'>Been away for a long time. Don't even think ple come to this blog again. Well, let's take it as my space where i can have a conversation with myself to sort out the things in my own head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been having some 'eye-opening' expereince at work recently. I shall not reveal exactly what it is. It's just the usual office politics. I know, it's everywhere. As long as there's ple, there's politics. However, i've always tot my workplace somehow lacked the  normal scandal that usually goes on in the sky scrapers of Raffles Place.I was sadly mistaken. It is so bad that I am considering my future in this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, ple say stuff like ' oh, i don't care for politics. It's all for the kids in the end' or 'as long as i becareful and get out of the way, i won't be picked on'. Yes, for me, it's all for the kids. However, i cannot say that i don't care for it becos i am IN  it. No matter how 'bo chup' i am towards office politics, i will never be able to escape from it. Not here, not anywhere. And for my situation, if i'm doing it for the kids, i natually become a potential target. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i asked myself and i asked God. How? How can i face these ple with the same innocence that i have seen them in? How can i continue to work with these ple who i have to constantly keep my eye on? How do i respond to them? What if i were to be under them one day? Will i act for or against them and who am i in front of them and in front of the others?' For me, i just simply cannot act blur. I'm no longer 'blur' of all these things that are happening around me and even though i can act, there will be a inner conflict within me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was walking out from the place, i saw this verse on the T-Shirt of a GB girl. It simply said &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;" Let your light shine before man..Matthew 5:16" &lt;/span&gt;And God just spoke to me. He comforted me and reminded me of who i am. I belong to Jesus. I am the light of the world and the salt of the earth. I am who He called me to be. I am His light where there is darkness and injustice. I am His light where there is hopelessness and disillusion. I am His light where there is corruption and disunity. I am His light. And that's what God wants me to be in this place. As i have learnt from a sister, my job is to love ple, not to change ple. That is God's job. Similarily, my job is to love ple, not judge ple. God is the judge. God is MY judge. So ever if this politics is being thrown at my face, i need not fear. Because i know who my judge is. I know what i have been doing and i will be blameless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my future, i need not fear because it is not in their hands, it's in God's hands. And at the end of the day, God will be the judge. I will fear God, not man. I will trust God, not man. However, i will love God, AND MAN. Help me Jesus, as i tap on Your unfailing love to love others, even those who persecute me, stab me in the back, show me injustice and try to stop my success. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let your light shine before man, that they will see your good deeds and praise your Father in heaven." Matthew 5:16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be afraid of those who want to kill you. They can only kill your body; they cannot touch your soul. Fear only God, who can destroy both soul ad body in hell." Matthew 10:28&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-117532487312628954?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/117532487312628954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=117532487312628954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/117532487312628954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/117532487312628954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2007/03/shine.html' title='Shine'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-116097403119196545</id><published>2006-10-16T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T12:47:11.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Sway Can One Get?</title><content type='html'>All my life, i have been an active and outdoor person who loves sports and adventures like sky diving, bungee jumping and all that. However, i have been plauged with a very clumsy body and jinxed by God knows what. I never fail to injure myself. Most of my injuries were result of either carelessness or clumsiness. Hiaz... i'll always be a duck.. never a graceful swan. This year has been a pretty awful one.&lt;br /&gt;1. Fractured ankle in May&lt;br /&gt;2. Admitted to hospital in October&lt;br /&gt;3. Sprained ankle in October&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember telling someone that TTSH is my second home. I guess it really is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-116097403119196545?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/116097403119196545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=116097403119196545' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/116097403119196545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/116097403119196545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-sway-can-one-get.html' title='How Sway Can One Get?'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-115803437370016711</id><published>2006-09-12T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T12:14:08.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Type are You??</title><content type='html'>Okie.. i felt much better this morning. Still a bit blue but at least i can say it's been good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took this kind of personality test today. Found it on seng's blog. Really good!! Very very very true. It's like totally talking about me. So if you wanna understand how i work... just look below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Helper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you chose CX - your Enneagram type is TWO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I must help others"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helpers are warm, concerned, nurturing, and sensitive to other people's needs.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to Get Along with Me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Tell me that you appreciate me. Be specific. &lt;br /&gt;• Share fun times with me. &lt;br /&gt;• Take an interest in my problems, though I will probably try to focus on yours. &lt;br /&gt;• Let me know that I am important and special to you. &lt;br /&gt;• Be gentle if you decide to criticize me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Intimate Relationships &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•       Reassure me that I am interesting to you. &lt;br /&gt;• Reassure me often that you love me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(piggy, now you know why i always ask you that question even though you've told me so many times : &gt; )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Tell me I'm attractive and that you're glad to be seen with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I Like About Being a Two &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• being able to relate easily to people and to make friends &lt;br /&gt;• knowing what people need and being able to make their lives better &lt;br /&gt;• being generous, caring, and warm &lt;br /&gt;• being sensitive to and perceptive about others' feelings &lt;br /&gt;• being enthusiastic and fun-loving, and having a good sense of humor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's Hard About Being a Two &lt;br /&gt;• not being able to say no &lt;br /&gt;• having low self-esteem &lt;br /&gt;• feeling drained from overdoing for others &lt;br /&gt;• not doing things I really like to do for myself for fear of being selfish &lt;br /&gt;• criticizing myself for not feeling as loving as I think I should &lt;br /&gt;• being upset that others don't tune in to me as much as I tume in to them &lt;br /&gt;• working so hard to be tactful and considerate that I suppress my real feelings &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Twos as Children Often &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• are very sensitive to disapproval and criticism &lt;br /&gt;• try hard to please their parents by being helpful and understanding &lt;br /&gt;• are outwardly compliant &lt;br /&gt;• are popular or try to be popular with other children &lt;br /&gt;• act coy, precocious, or dramatic in order to get attention &lt;br /&gt;• are clowns and jokers (the more extroverted Twos)&lt;strong&gt;ME!!, &lt;/strong&gt;or quiet and shy (the more introverted Twos) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Twos as Parents &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• are good listeners, love their children unconditionally, and are warm and encouraging (or suffer guilt if they aren't) &lt;br /&gt;• are often playful with their children &lt;br /&gt;• wonder: "Am I doing it right?" "Am I giving enough?" "Have I caused irreparable damage?" &lt;br /&gt;• can become fiercely protective &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definately me! So this is me... What type are you?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Piggy.. go take the test!! Wanna noe wat type you are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=6711512663497470889&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-115803437370016711?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/115803437370016711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=115803437370016711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/115803437370016711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/115803437370016711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-type-are-you.html' title='What Type are You??'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-115798855751655142</id><published>2006-09-11T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T23:29:17.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt terrible the moment you opened your eyes in the morning. Or ever felt like just sitting there and crying all day? Ever felt like you don't exist, or just extremely tired in your soul? How about the feeling that you're so hollow that the wind could blow right through you? Ever wondered why it's so bright and sunny outside when you feel so cold and dreary inside? Ever tot of how you'd like to die? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... if you've tot of one of the above, i noe how you feel cos i've been like dat for the past two days. I don't noe why. Nothing's wrong, nothing's changed. Ever since Sunday morning it's been with me. Can't seem to shake it off. There's the hugs and  kissies from my piggy that brighten things up a little but my mind just goes back into that mode again after a while. Dunno man.. think i got bitten by the depression bug. But hey, they all say, it's a mindset. The mind is a powerful thing. I know it well. I guess i have to really 'snap out of it'. I have to. I can do. I'd better do. I don't wanna be this way. I hate it. I don't want to depress ple around me too. Got to get out of it. Got to have paradiam shift in mindset. Got to get a cream for the bite by the depression bug. Got to...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-115798855751655142?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/115798855751655142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=115798855751655142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/115798855751655142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/115798855751655142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2006/09/have-you-ever.html' title='Have you ever?'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-115707695748683589</id><published>2006-09-01T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T10:15:57.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Teacher's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6877/429/1600/present%20unopen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6877/429/320/present%20unopen.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, just a week back and it's teacher's day... how lucky can i get?? enjoyed myself though and the kids were so sweet. Look at all the presies they gave me. Okie.. shall open them now.... at 1a.m. as i put my cake in the oven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6877/429/1600/Presents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6877/429/320/Presents.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool.. got really great presents this year!! Pretty quality stuff. Here are my two personal favs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6877/429/1600/date.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6877/429/320/date.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the boy who refuses to write the date on his worksheets. Ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6877/429/1600/blue%20roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6877/429/320/blue%20roses.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue blue roses.... so sweet.. from the twins in my class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Teacher's day... to anyone who has held a child's hand and taught him/her to do something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-115707695748683589?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/115707695748683589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=115707695748683589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/115707695748683589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/115707695748683589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-teachers-day.html' title='Happy Teacher&apos;s Day'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-115646757096060577</id><published>2006-08-25T08:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T08:59:31.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>I love working. Keeps my mind occupied and my hands something to do. Not to mention the extra calories burnt in the meantime.. hehe. I love my work too. I guess the kids really missed me when i was gone. They came up to be during reading period and gave me all these small little gifts. So touched. There was a card that almost made me cry... Check this out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6877/429/1600/IMG_1284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6877/429/320/IMG_1284.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sweeeeeeeet....... And my flens were all so supportive and kind. They even got me a get well present! But i haven't got it yet cos they didn't noe was going to be back yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i guess it's time to work hard!! However term 4 will be quite a hectic yet slack term. Hectic cos of the end of year exams, slack cos of all the holidays. Well, i wanna do my best for my kids before they move on the P3. Do hope to move with them too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-115646757096060577?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/115646757096060577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=115646757096060577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/115646757096060577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/115646757096060577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2006/08/first-day-of-school_25.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-115638488974135254</id><published>2006-08-24T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T10:01:29.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>After 16 weeks of MC, i am finally going back to school (to the relieve of my mother). Really excited about it! so i'm all dressed and ready to go. First stop, P's office. Must give him formal greeting after MIAing for so long. Then next, a letter to the parents to thank them for their understanding and also to inform them of a one-to-one session with their child. Next, catching up with my flens and then it's back to the classroom. Update u all again when i finish school today. Fingers crossed that i retain my sanity at the end of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-115638488974135254?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/115638488974135254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=115638488974135254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/115638488974135254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/115638488974135254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2006/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-115596300437624412</id><published>2006-08-19T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T12:50:04.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning Out My Closet</title><content type='html'>Phew, just cleaned out my clothes cupboard. I actually cleared it 2 monts ago but it was a half hearted job. So, after watching Oprah clean out her closet, i decided to do so and reorganise everything in it. It was a, in her words, liberating experience. I decided to hang all my clothes so that I can make better and faster decisions on what to wear. My cupboard looks a bit darker coc of all the clothes being hung out, so i'm going to get a little light to put in the cupboard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what i have the most in my cupboard? SKIRTS! I can't believe it myself. Half the time, i'll be wearing either pants, jeans or quarts, but all these add up together, are only half of the number of skits that i have. Gonna try and wear a bit more skirts to school and out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. i tink i have another whole different closet to clean out. The other ones with all my stuff. Who knows what i'll find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Okie. i managed to set up my flog. Pls visit it at www.craziefoodie.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-115596300437624412?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/115596300437624412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=115596300437624412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/115596300437624412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/115596300437624412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2006/08/cleaning-out-my-closet.html' title='Cleaning Out My Closet'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-115587045857295354</id><published>2006-08-18T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T11:07:38.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flog Flop</title><content type='html'>been trying my hand at setting up a new food blog (aka flog). So far.. no good. Okie, i've got the bare essentials.. the main postings.. the header.. the footer... the date.. eh. i think that's abt it. Don't know where to insert the tagboard, don't know how to link my stuff.I think i have the computer knowledge of my P2 kids. I'm IT idiot man! Went to funan with aaron yesterday to look for his RAM. He was speaking over the counter to a techie and i could not understand a single word they were saying.. it was like greek to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can somebody pls teach me how and where to insert those darn java scripts so that i can add a tagboard and links to my flog??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-115587045857295354?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/115587045857295354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=115587045857295354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/115587045857295354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/115587045857295354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2006/08/flog-flop.html' title='Flog Flop'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-115527732704902555</id><published>2006-08-11T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T14:22:07.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Glorious Food</title><content type='html'>Well, as you all noe.. i'm crazy about food. More making it than eating it. I love cooking and eating with friends and family and have a thing about trying out stuff. Went net surfing yesterday and found these really cool blogs from ple who share the same love for food. Fantastic blogs i tell yer.. filled with recipes that they have tried and beautiful photos of their product. Actaully, i think i can have my own food blog soon. I already have like 20 MS Word pages of recipes and tried out about 10 of them. Sadly, i wasn't able to take any pictures as i did not have a camara on hand. But i'll be doing that pretty soon once i get my camara back. Going to start a food blog!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Fingers crossed that i can mantain it)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-115527732704902555?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/115527732704902555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=115527732704902555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/115527732704902555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/115527732704902555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2006/08/food-glorious-food.html' title='Food Glorious Food'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-115519407165146620</id><published>2006-08-10T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T15:14:31.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under The Weather</title><content type='html'>hiaz.. got the flu bug. Actaully had a sore throat on Monday, think it's due to all that BBQing and BBQ food. My gosh, didn't realize i've aged. I used to be able to do this stuff and hang out all night without any problems. Now i'm like matthew!! Die...&lt;br /&gt;Have to hang around the tissue box and sniff and snuffle all day. Feeling warm but cant turn on the air con cos my nose will drop off if i do so. Sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about the flu, i remember watching a show where they talked about two different kinds of sneezing. One of them was the "Broadway Sneeze" where you just go all out and sneeze your nose out(Haaaarrrrrrr Chewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww). The other one is the "Constipated Sneeze" where you stop your sneeze halfway (Har... Ni. I found out i adopt the two methods of sneezing. The Broadway sneeze is reserved for at home where no one noes who the hell is making such a big fuss about their flu and the Constipated sneeze is for the public.. you know.. to be discreet and all that.&lt;br /&gt;Leave a msg on my tag board and tell me more about your sneezing style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harrrrrrr cheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sniff sniff.. Excuse me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-115519407165146620?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/115519407165146620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=115519407165146620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/115519407165146620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/115519407165146620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2006/08/under-weather.html' title='Under The Weather'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-115501050425511731</id><published>2006-08-08T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T12:15:04.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner</title><content type='html'>Cooked a meal of lemon milk chicken with mashed potatoes and broccoli salad.Em.. fantastic. Jamie Oilver's meals are really simple and BAO CHIAK. I was worried that the chicken might come out too cooked or not at all but it was great!! Tender and sweet with herbs and lemon. And the milk turned totally yellow and it's not milky texture at all! Angela loved the broccoli salad so much, she ate most of it. My mom said to make it at least twice a week so that my sis could get a proper amt of vegetables in her system! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to prepare another dinner tmr for the men's ALG. Poor guys, all they every have is dried foodstuff (biscuits, cakes, chips, more biscuits). Gonna bless them with a nice and simple dinner! I was thinking Bee Hoon, Kebabs,(one more dish i havent tot of) and a nice chocolate dessert. Hope they'll enojy it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-115501050425511731?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/115501050425511731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=115501050425511731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/115501050425511731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/115501050425511731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2006/08/dinner.html' title='Dinner'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-115410363555724954</id><published>2006-07-29T00:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T00:20:35.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated Birthday List</title><content type='html'>Okie.. here's an updated list. Really wanna thank you guys for your generous gifts!! &lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should do this so we know what each one wants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wallet (Aaron chop this liaoz)&lt;br /&gt;2. Elmo Cake (Angela getting)&lt;br /&gt;3. Flip flops that i can wear to the beach or the mama shop (Aaron has kindly bought me one for an anniversary gift.. so sweet)&lt;br /&gt;4. Earrings (where have they all gone to??)&lt;br /&gt;5. Nike Woman Holland Jersey (the blue one)(Arh!! Yili and TS sharin with some others to get me this!!! Thanks!!)&lt;br /&gt;6. Soccer Boots&lt;br /&gt;7. 3 quaters from Giodarno (maybe can get on my birthday itself)&lt;br /&gt;8. A bag for work&lt;br /&gt;9. FBT running shorts (need more of those)&lt;br /&gt;10. A handphone pouch (to prevent from scratches)(Zikai is taking this.. thanks bro!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, thank you for your generous giving...(like collecting offering like dat)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-115410363555724954?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/115410363555724954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=115410363555724954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/115410363555724954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/115410363555724954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2006/07/updated-birthday-list.html' title='Updated Birthday List'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-115410362415559346</id><published>2006-07-29T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T00:20:24.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okie.. here's an updated list. Really wanna thank you guys for your generous gifts!! &lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should do this so we know what each one wants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wallet (Aaron chop this liaoz)&lt;br /&gt;2. Elmo Cake (Angela getting)&lt;br /&gt;3. Flip flops that i can wear to the beach or the mama shop (Aaron has kindly bought me one for an anniversary gift.. so sweet)&lt;br /&gt;4. Earrings (where have they all gone to??)&lt;br /&gt;5. Nike Woman Holland Jersey (the blue one)(Arh!! Yili and TS sharin with some others to get me this!!! Thanks!!)&lt;br /&gt;6. Soccer Boots&lt;br /&gt;7. 3 quaters from Giodarno (maybe can get on my birthday itself)&lt;br /&gt;8. A bag for work&lt;br /&gt;9. FBT running shorts (need more of those)&lt;br /&gt;10. A handphone pouch (to prevent from scratches)(Zikai is taking this.. thanks bro!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, thank you for your generous giving...(like collecting offering like dat)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-115410362415559346?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/115410362415559346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=115410362415559346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/115410362415559346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/115410362415559346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2006/07/okie.html' title=''/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-115355211138472534</id><published>2006-07-22T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T15:08:31.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday List</title><content type='html'>This will tell you how un occupied i am. The other day i was just thinking about my birthday (that is in a month) and all the other ple who had their birthdays in Aug. Was brainstorming for their gift and found it hard to decide what to get them (guys....) then i tot about my own gifts. Maybe i shall be like JL and list down the things that i need and hope to get for my birthday... heh heh.. sooooooooo thick skin...... but nevertheless, i shall do it for the fun of it. (No stress okie)&lt;br /&gt;Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wallet (Aaron chop this liaoz)&lt;br /&gt;2. Elmo Cake (Angela getting)&lt;br /&gt;3. Flip flops that i can wear to the beach or the mama shop&lt;br /&gt;4. Earrings (where have they all gone to??)&lt;br /&gt;5. Nike Woman Holland Jersey (the blue one)&lt;br /&gt;6. Soccer Boots&lt;br /&gt;7. 3 quaters from Giodarno (maybe can get on my birthday itself)&lt;br /&gt;8. A bag for work&lt;br /&gt;9. FBT running shorts (need more of those)&lt;br /&gt;10. A handphone pouch (to prevent from scratches)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooo.. looks like a lot leh... okie if anyone wants to buy me any of the above items for my birthday, just tell me and i'll 'chop' it for you... wah... now i'm really sounding like JL... actaually this list is ment to help out so that there is no need to tear your hair out when looking for my present... heh heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of JL "JIE NI BAO ZI LA!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-115355211138472534?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/115355211138472534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=115355211138472534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/115355211138472534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/115355211138472534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2006/07/birthday-list.html' title='Birthday List'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-115329097264401621</id><published>2006-07-19T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T14:36:12.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oliver's Twist</title><content type='html'>Well, since i've been home 2 months ago, been watching Jamie Oliver's show. Great stuff man. I still remember the first time i saw him on the naked chef.. really new age cooking show fantastic ideas and brilliant food (see i'm talking like one of them already). I've learnt a lot from him and noticed he really like italian food. One thing i really envy about him is that he cooks for his freinds a lot. This is my dream man... to cook for people. This is my passion. Cooking. Experimenting the different flavours and textures and mix. Maybe that's why i enjoy going to the supermarket so much. If only i could be like jamie oliver and stay home and cook and invite ple over to my place for a meal. My only chance is now as i get another month to rest at home. Maybe i'll do something in this line when i get bored of teaching. I cant see myself working in a restaurant cos i really prefer to cook for ple i know (so i can sit down and eat with them). I'll be trying that soon. Hope to invite different ple in batches to come over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-115329097264401621?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/115329097264401621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=115329097264401621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/115329097264401621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/115329097264401621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2006/07/olivers-twist.html' title='Oliver&apos;s Twist'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-115258732267168662</id><published>2006-07-11T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T11:08:42.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still out</title><content type='html'>okie.. this broken arm is really taking alot of time to heal. Though the bone is healed, i still have that chip that has not grown back. Plus, my muscles around the arm are still in active and wasted. So... another 6 weeks mc... dunno to be happy or sad but one thing i noe.. i feel guilty. While all my colleuges are slogging out this very busy term, i'm at home thinking of wat to do next. But i'll try and go back before the   6 weeks end, provided i gain back my arm strength again or it'll be hell writing on the board and marking. Then my mom adds on to the pressure ' better not stay away from work for too long.. later they dun want you'. I was like...Huh??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-115258732267168662?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/115258732267168662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=115258732267168662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/115258732267168662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/115258732267168662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2006/07/still-out.html' title='still out'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-115138440455622101</id><published>2006-06-27T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T13:13:57.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions, questions, questions</title><content type='html'>firstly, name 20 people you think of now before answering the questions below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Aaron Wong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Angela Tang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Chia Yili&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Tay Teck Seng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Matthew Chua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Chen Shengrou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Dawn Ng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Ng Huiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Joanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Ben Chew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Farah Ritz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Yeo Lin Tze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Samuel Pan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Jackson Qiu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Eddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Amos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Lydia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Ivan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Coco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i duno why too free go and add the nicknames behind. ya, so the qns are below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did you meet 14?&lt;br /&gt;Long time ago.. maybe 6 years ago? But only noe him recently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you do if you never meet 1 before ?&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t noe how much I loved someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you do if 20 and 9 dated?&lt;br /&gt;Wah … impossible.. 20 just got married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever like 19?&lt;br /&gt;Pls… xiao di di&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would 6 and 17 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;Ah??? Lesbian couple??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe 3.&lt;br /&gt;funny and real… good listener.. great flen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think 8 is attractive?&lt;br /&gt;yeah… she’s pretty alrite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me something about 7.&lt;br /&gt;She’s a person who thinks a lot… tries to do her best to achieve wat she wants..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know any of the 12's family member?&lt;br /&gt;yYeah.. her 3 beautiful daughters and her monster husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's 8 favourite thing?&lt;br /&gt;ooo…. Diving I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 11 confess that he/she likes you?&lt;br /&gt;huh?? Lesbian couple again??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What language does 15 always speak?&lt;br /&gt;mandarin.Tao key language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 9 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;dunno leh.. haven’t tok to her in a long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old is 16 now?&lt;br /&gt;28?? I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you talk to 13?&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago when we tried to fit him into ladies office wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's 2 favourite singer/band?&lt;br /&gt;Agape Worship Band!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you date 4?&lt;br /&gt;Ewww……… Though I have a taste for younger guys.. heh heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you date 7?&lt;br /&gt;nah...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 15 single?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's 10 last name?&lt;br /&gt;Solo.. oh.. I mean.. Chew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever be in a relationship with 11?&lt;br /&gt;I say no liao rite??? But if I were a guy… oooo.. I’d love her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What school does 3 goes to?&lt;br /&gt;Society Uni (Working liaoz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does 6 live?&lt;br /&gt;Currently moving to sengkang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favourite thing about 5?&lt;br /&gt;He’s a great brother and flen… Girls.. grab him quick cos he’s slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen 1 naked?&lt;br /&gt;Half lah… top half of cos!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-115138440455622101?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/115138440455622101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=115138440455622101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/115138440455622101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/115138440455622101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2006/06/questions-questions-questions.html' title='Questions, questions, questions'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-114905443371662203</id><published>2006-05-31T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T14:02:21.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do i make u proud?</title><content type='html'>I seldom fall in love with a song the first time i listen to it. However, the lastest Idol winner really brought this song straight to my heart. What a great singer and what a great song. As i listen to it more, i just love it more. If i were to be dedicated this song by my pupils at their graduation, it would be the greatest honor. It'll be a mark of the utmost positive influence on a person. The song can only be found in the 'contest' version, i hope the recorded version will be even better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do I Make You Proud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been&lt;br /&gt;The one to raise my hand&lt;br /&gt;That was not me&lt;br /&gt;And now that's who i am&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I am standing tall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is full&lt;br /&gt;Of endless gratitude&lt;br /&gt;You were the one&lt;br /&gt;The one to guide me through&lt;br /&gt;Now I can see&lt;br /&gt;And I believe&lt;br /&gt;It's only just beginning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what we dreamed about&lt;br /&gt;But the only question with me now&lt;br /&gt;Is do I make you proud&lt;br /&gt;Stronger than i've ever been now&lt;br /&gt;Never been afraid of standing out&lt;br /&gt;Do I make you proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs to rise up&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs to be loved&lt;br /&gt;To be loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what we dreamed about&lt;br /&gt;But the only question with me now&lt;br /&gt;Is do I make you, do I make you proud&lt;br /&gt;Stronger than i've ever been now&lt;br /&gt;Never been afraid of standing out&lt;br /&gt;Do I make you proud&lt;br /&gt;Do I make you proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U can go to this site to see the performance and song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=zu_2fjqKLg0&amp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOUL PATROL!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-114905443371662203?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/114905443371662203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=114905443371662203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/114905443371662203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/114905443371662203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2006/05/do-i-make-u-proud.html' title='Do i make u proud?'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-114640679123529469</id><published>2006-04-30T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T22:21:15.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>out...</title><content type='html'>i'll be 'single hand jasmine' for 6 weeks... just fractured my arm in a roller blading session..quite 'xian' abt it but i wanna remain positive. dun want it to stop me from.. well.. being me. though i'll be hindered quite a lot..(how to wear contact lens???) i'll try my very best with my left hand. Well, as the Bible says.. a cheerful heart is good medicine but a crushed spirit crushes the bones.. i sure dun wan anymore crushed bones... i'll try to mantain a cheerful heart. : ) &lt;br /&gt;my only worry is my kids... praydat they will be able to cope... with exams coming next week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but do pray for me... if my chipped arm does not fuse back, i would need an op to remove the chipped part. God can do all things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh one more thing to thank God for.... dat i have broken this same arm before..so... it isn't so bad.....&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/7183663-114640679123529469?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/114640679123529469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=114640679123529469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/114640679123529469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/114640679123529469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2006/04/out.html' title='out...'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-114541536183656434</id><published>2006-04-19T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T10:56:01.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning</title><content type='html'>Continuing from the previous post, children do ask lots of questions. Catch Ian on a good day and he'll ask you questions that will blow your mind (and sometimes your temper). I read this portion from a book about learning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" They (children) are born with an innate hunger for learning that remains strong- unless adults bore, spank, train, or discourage it out of them"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that i have never and will never do this to any child. I have this boy in my class that embodies this saying. He is so inquisitive about everything, especially things that are related to science. The other day, he saw an army of ants feeding on a small block of sweet. He came to me and asked me ," Miss Tang, do ants eat leaves?" I didn't know the answer. I told him to look it up in his encyclopedia. He nodded and walked off. However, his desire for the answer was strong and he decided to do an experiment. He plucked a blade of grass and put it near the ants. I think he ants were more intrested in the sweet and hence answered my boy's question. He came to me and told me, " I don't think they really like leaves." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask any teacher and they'll tell you the number of times they looked up some information because a kid asked a really good question. I tell you, being in the education field is not only abt passing on knowledge to the kids. It's also about the kids reigniting our fire of desire to learn and improve. I learnt much from my class and i hope that they have learnt as much from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-114541536183656434?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/114541536183656434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=114541536183656434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/114541536183656434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/114541536183656434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2006/04/learning.html' title='Learning'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-114489547541311291</id><published>2006-04-13T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T10:31:15.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions....</title><content type='html'>They say kids say the darnes't things... Let me tell you.. they also ask the 'DUHres't' things... here are some of the many questions that they ask me everyday'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(When told to check the test paper by doing the working more one time)&lt;br /&gt;Kid: Miss Tang, then do we need to colour over it one more time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(When told to come to school at 715 for sports day)&lt;br /&gt;Kid: Miss Tang, then do we need to come to school at 1230? Like everyday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(When asked what they female reproductive system produces)&lt;br /&gt;Kid: I know!! Sperms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHH...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-114489547541311291?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/114489547541311291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=114489547541311291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/114489547541311291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/114489547541311291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2006/04/questions.html' title='Questions....'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-114481026733542141</id><published>2006-04-12T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T10:51:07.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I had 1 million</title><content type='html'>wah.. this hokkien song... si eh ho chio.. so good to laugh... must see must see...&lt;br /&gt;(rou.. bet you'll love this song..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://blog.galvintan.com/?p=97&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-114481026733542141?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/114481026733542141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=114481026733542141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/114481026733542141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/114481026733542141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2006/04/if-i-had-1-million.html' title='If I had 1 million'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-114476348362103407</id><published>2006-04-11T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T21:51:23.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old...</title><content type='html'>Just got back from an excursion to the Botanic Gardens and Hydroponic farm. Though there were guides all the way throughout the trip, it was really tiring. But i tell you... the kids were like 'what's next?' at the end of the trip. Hence, i decided to give them a period of PE. They still had the energy to run around and play catching. However, at the end of the day, the told me that they were all exhausted. As some children were busy playing around, one of my girls sat beside me and watched them play. She started to talk to me about her baby brother and how she helps her mom to take care of him everyday. She has two other older siblings but she seems so well versed in taking care of the baby. She told me of the kinds of food he could eat and how he was 7 months (mind you, kids at that age can seldom count in months)and how much she loves him. She really is very matured for her age. She's one of my weaker pupils and she's from a low income family(Dad's a bum). At the end of the day, she told me that she did not bring any money along with her today. I asked her why, and she replied me with a genuine smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' My mother had only  $1.10 left in her pocket. She told me to bring that money for the trip but i said no. Instead, i gave her the $0.30 that i had in my pocket and told her to take it'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, it is rare to see such giving in a child. Most children (and i can safely say, most adults) are self centred. I was so touched by her gesture of love towards her mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-114476348362103407?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/114476348362103407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=114476348362103407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/114476348362103407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/114476348362103407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2006/04/old.html' title='Old...'/><author><name>aaronie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17979866223383553063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/37/1957359/1454835815710l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-114429032079796342</id><published>2006-04-06T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T10:25:20.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 5 love languages</title><content type='html'>Okie guys.. i noe the points not very clear ah... so (A) is Words of affirmation&lt;br /&gt;(B) is Acts of service (C) is Recieving gifts (D) is Quality Time (E) is Physical Touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me okie!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-114429032079796342?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/114429032079796342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=114429032079796342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/114429032079796342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/114429032079796342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2006/04/5-love-languages_06.html' title='The 5 love languages'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-114428991856311523</id><published>2006-04-06T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T10:18:38.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 5 Love Languages</title><content type='html'>Hey all! I've been reading this really great book. I think some of you might have come across this theory before. Everyone of us has a primary love language. Of cos, we love recieving love in all ways but we all have a primary one. So if i 'speak' your primary love language to you, you'll feel super duper loved!However, our languages will change from time to time. Cos i'm reading the one on children, my questionare is for kids. But i think you can change the 'mom/dad' to maybe 'friend'. Try it and tell me your love language so that i can 'speak' your love language to you and tell you that you are superly duperly loved!!!&lt;br /&gt;PS: Mine's Physical touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Love Languages &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within each group, rate the sentence &lt;strong&gt;1 to 5 &lt;/strong&gt;according to what would make you &lt;strong&gt;feel most appreciated &amp; loved&lt;/strong&gt; by anyone. The number 5 represents what you most appreciate; number 1, in contrast, is what you least appreciate in each group. No individual grouping can have a number repeated twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group 1&lt;br /&gt;A Mum or dad says, "You really did a great job on that. I appreciate it."&lt;br /&gt;B Mum or dad unexpectedly does something in or around the house or your room that you appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;C Mum or dad brings home a surprise treat from the store for you.&lt;br /&gt;D Mum or dad invites you to go on a walk just for fun and to chat.&lt;br /&gt;E Mum or dad touches you when they talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group 2&lt;br /&gt;A Mu or dad tells you how much he or she appreciates you.&lt;br /&gt;B Mum or dad volunteers to type your homework for you so you won't have to.&lt;br /&gt;C Mum or dad brings you home a special food treat from the bakery.&lt;br /&gt;D Mum or dad invites you to sit down &amp; talk about your day.&lt;br /&gt;E Mum or dad pats you on the head as you’re sitting down doing your work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group 3&lt;br /&gt;A Mum or dad during a party shares about the great grades you got in school.&lt;br /&gt;B Mum or dad helps clean up your room.&lt;br /&gt;C Mum or dad surprises you with a present you didn't know you were getting.&lt;br /&gt;D Mum or dad surprises you with a special afternoon trip.&lt;br /&gt;E Mum or dad puts their arm around your shoulder when they are standing next to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group 4&lt;br /&gt;A Mum or dad praises you about one of your special abilities.&lt;br /&gt;B Mum or dad brings you breakfast in bed.&lt;br /&gt;C Mum or dad surprises you with a book / toy you always wanted.&lt;br /&gt;D Mum or dad plans a special night out for the two of you.&lt;br /&gt;E Mum or dad will personally drive you to an event instead of you having to go on the crowded bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group 5&lt;br /&gt;A Mum or dad tells you how much his or her friends appreciate you.&lt;br /&gt;B Mum or dad takes the time to fill out the long &amp; complicated forms for school that you thought you were&lt;br /&gt;going to have to fill up yourself.&lt;br /&gt;C Mum or dad sends you something special through the mail.&lt;br /&gt;D Mum or dad kidnaps you for lunch &amp; takes you to your favourite restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;E Mum or dad gives you a hug when you confide in them (joy or sadness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Score sheet&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   Words of        Acts of     Receiving    Quality         Physical &lt;br /&gt;                   Affirmation      Service      Gifts        Time            Touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Group 1   A_______      B_______   C_______      D_______      E______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Group 2   A_______      B_______   C_______      D_______      E______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Group 3   A_______      B_______   C_______      D_______      E______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Group 4   A_______      B_______   C_______      D_______      E______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Group 5   A_______      B_______   C_______      D_______      E______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write down your love languages from the primary to the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 _______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 _______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 _______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 _______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 _______________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-114428991856311523?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/114428991856311523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=114428991856311523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/114428991856311523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/114428991856311523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2006/04/5-love-languages.html' title='The 5 Love Languages'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-114386673302861537</id><published>2006-04-01T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T12:45:33.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back.....</title><content type='html'>Woah.... a cool 3 plus months without blogging. The number one reason? LAZINESS!&lt;br /&gt;heh heh. I really admire ple who can do this consistently and write really great stuff. Maybe cos i'm quite a private person, hence the lack of commitment to this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though i've been MIAing from blogging, i've been reading lots of blogs. I see some flens thru the blogs and seen how some have improved or detoriated in their lives. Saw an 'intellectual wannabe', another, an increasingly materialistic person, yet another, learning the truth of life and how he can only rely on God to help him. Another person growing out of her insecurities and another, growing more insecure. Life is so colourful. Though i may shake my head in disbelif at some of the things mentioned on their blogs, i remind myself that it is their private life and i am in no position to judge them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, blogs are mysterious things. Are they something that people use as masks to cover who they really are? or are they something that people use to unmask themself? As V said, " Sometimes, we wear our masks so long that we have forgotten who we are under that mask or if it still exists"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I really loved V for Vendetta. Great show. Esp for those who love to rebel, like me. : &gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-114386673302861537?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/114386673302861537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=114386673302861537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/114386673302861537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/114386673302861537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back.....'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-113385942913586168</id><published>2005-12-06T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T16:57:09.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Things I Hate About You</title><content type='html'>Ten Things I Hate About You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Snacks I Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;- Mixed nuts with fig and rasins&lt;br /&gt;- Oat Biscuits&lt;br /&gt;- Cold Milo&lt;br /&gt;- Cakes... OOooo... cakes&lt;br /&gt;- Lian Rong Bao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Songs I Know By Heart&lt;br /&gt;- If I Ain't Got You, Alicia Keys&lt;br /&gt;- She, Elvis Costello&lt;br /&gt;- Amazing Grace, Gospel&lt;br /&gt;- National Anthem, Singapore&lt;br /&gt;- I Finally Found Someone, Barbra Streisand &amp; Bryan Adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Things I Would Do With A Hundred Million Dollars&lt;br /&gt;- Give some to God, build a church&lt;br /&gt;- Invest to ensure a comfortable monthly income(enough to shop a lot every month)&lt;br /&gt;- Ensure my parents can retire in luxury&lt;br /&gt;- Travel!&lt;br /&gt;- Find a cure for eczema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Favorite TV Shows&lt;br /&gt;- Football Matches (they're actaully not bad)&lt;br /&gt;- Everybody Loves Raymond&lt;br /&gt;- Oprah&lt;br /&gt;- Malcom in The Middle&lt;br /&gt;- Judging Amy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Bad Habits&lt;br /&gt;- I bite my nails when i'm watching TV&lt;br /&gt;- I procrastinate&lt;br /&gt;- I'm too impatient&lt;br /&gt;- I can never keep things tidy&lt;br /&gt;- I have a short attention span&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Biggest Joys&lt;br /&gt;- SHOPPING! (you'll be suprised that i once hated it)&lt;br /&gt;- Taching kids (though sometimes they drive me up the wall)&lt;br /&gt;- Boyfriend time&lt;br /&gt;- Exercising (though it's tiring, it makes me feel good)&lt;br /&gt;- Shopping with LOTS of money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Names You Go By&lt;br /&gt;- Yuen Har (only to Aaron)&lt;br /&gt;- Jas (to most ple)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Parts of Your Heritage&lt;br /&gt;- Teochew&lt;br /&gt;- Cantonese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Things That Scare You&lt;br /&gt;- Horror films&lt;br /&gt;- Seeing ple in pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Everyday Essentials&lt;br /&gt;- My contact lenses&lt;br /&gt;- Water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Things You Are Wearing Right Now&lt;br /&gt;- Yellow Espirit T-Shirt&lt;br /&gt;- White OP shorts&lt;br /&gt;- contact lenses&lt;br /&gt;- swatch watch&lt;br /&gt;- umm... smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Favorite Bands or Musical Artists&lt;br /&gt;- AWB!!!(Agape Worship Band)&lt;br /&gt;- Darlene Zchech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Things You Want in a Relationship&lt;br /&gt;- Aaron&lt;br /&gt;- Nothing else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Truths&lt;br /&gt;- God loves you&lt;br /&gt;- God is good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Physical Things That Appeal&lt;br /&gt;- Nice smile&lt;br /&gt;- Nice eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Favorite Hobbies&lt;br /&gt;- Shopping&lt;br /&gt;- Slacking&lt;br /&gt;- Chilling with pals&lt;br /&gt;- Reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Things You Want Really Badly&lt;br /&gt;- A good career&lt;br /&gt;- A good husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Places You Want to Go on Vacation&lt;br /&gt;- New Zealand&lt;br /&gt;- Tour round Europe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Things You Want to Do Before You Die&lt;br /&gt;- Start a family&lt;br /&gt;- Bungee Jump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Ways You are Stereotypically a Chick/Guy&lt;br /&gt;- I love shopping&lt;br /&gt;- I love to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Things You Normally Wouldn't Admit&lt;br /&gt;- I'm petty&lt;br /&gt;- I'm not feeling good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Things You Are Thinking About Now&lt;br /&gt;- Aaron&lt;br /&gt;- My bonus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Stores You Shop At&lt;br /&gt;- Giodano&lt;br /&gt;- Body Shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two People You Would Like to See Take This Test&lt;br /&gt;- Angela Tang&lt;br /&gt;- Anyone reading this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-113385942913586168?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/113385942913586168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=113385942913586168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/113385942913586168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/113385942913586168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2005/12/ten-things-i-hate-about-you.html' title='Ten Things I Hate About You'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-113289033815724923</id><published>2005-11-25T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T11:45:38.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To market, to market, to buy a fat pig</title><content type='html'>Well, i made my first offical visit to the market this morning. Not dat i've never been to one. This time, i needed to do some serious marketing for my mum. Here's how it went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up around 730 (the early bird cathes the worms), got my shopping list and money. Decided to take walk there (around 1km) to get some exercise (haven't done in a long time@!!!!!!. Took my mom's marketing bag along (it's not just any bag, it's from Harrods!)and my shopping list. Items include...&lt;br /&gt;1. Tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;2. Cang and wang sui&lt;br /&gt;3. Two types of vege&lt;br /&gt;4. Spring onion stalks (request from angie)&lt;br /&gt;5. 2 promfrets&lt;br /&gt;6. 1 sea bass&lt;br /&gt;7. $2 worth of minced meat&lt;br /&gt;8. Small onions&lt;br /&gt;9. Preserved plums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached the market. Saw some eyes looking at me. Maybe i'm just too self concious or maybe they could pick out a novice when they see one. Went to the vege stall. I love this stall!! Bright greens, yellows,reds... wowwww.... (okie, i'm sua ku). Had to choose tomatoes first. Saw some big baskets at the side and decided to use them. As i was choosing the fruit, i saw an aunite take a transparent bad near the baskets and put the veges in. I was like... OHHHHH... i seeeee.... so quickly took the bags and hid my embarrasment among the red tomatoes. Couldn't help buying some lettuce so i finished up and paid (total= $9.60) Hmm... did i kena ke tok??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was the fish. Wow!! 3 for $10... good buy... but i only needed 2... Moved on the the next stall and found 2 for $10. Dat's a better deal.... Okie.. now to choose.... darn..... i need to use my hands!!!! Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww............ okie... boh pian.... press press, turn turn, put them in the basket. Then had to wash fingers in a foggy pail of water... DOUBLE EWWWWW!!! HECK..... as usual.. jasmine forgets to bring tissue.... just let it dry lah. Got my sea bass. (Total=$14.50)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie.. the meat is easy. so were the preseverd plums. Walked back home. Mom gave me $30 and i spent almost all but $1.50. Not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home. Kept the veges. Okie.. quite simple. Oh no... have to wash the fish. This is the first time i've come face to face with fish stomach, gut and heart. Don't wanna go into the details. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to cook lunch now. My skills of choosing fish will be tested as i put it into my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think i'll go to the market sooon. It's pretty fun!! But this time, i'll remember to bring some tissue paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-113289033815724923?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/113289033815724923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=113289033815724923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/113289033815724923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/113289033815724923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2005/11/to-market-to-market-to-buy-fat-pig.html' title='To market, to market, to buy a fat pig'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-113154862832240796</id><published>2005-11-09T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T23:03:48.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>English Football- From a novice's point of view (Second half)</title><content type='html'>If you've ever watched me watch football, you'll notice that i always doze of in the second half. It's constantly between the 60th - 75th minute that i'll be nodding off. Don't noe why.... Guess my attention span is only so long. So here is the second half of the teams in the second half of the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Blackburn&lt;br /&gt;Another team with a werid badge. A rose. Now wat's dat supposed to mean? But they are quite steady in a game. I would say pretty consistant. Consistantly slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Liverpool&lt;br /&gt;I only noe this team as one that had a great past. Something like Tottenham. But i think their stikers are pretty cool. Ple like Cisse and Crouch. And i've always mused at Crouch's name. Guess he needs to use it pretty often. What i think this team lacks is consistantcy. As i've said, it's wat i THINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Middlesborough&lt;br /&gt;Know nothing much about them just that they did a really good job when they thrashed United 4-1. Let's be honest. They really did a good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Fulham&lt;br /&gt;My favourite stadium!!! Craven Cottage!! Beautiful and quaint. Well, their loss of Van Der Sar is United's gain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Portsmouth&lt;br /&gt;Don't noe much. The first time i saw their name, i made the common mistake of prnouncing it 'ports mouth'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Everton&lt;br /&gt;I like their name. Really classy. But they don't play really classy football though. Their manager is one of the faces that i remember cos he's got this distinct red curly hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Aston Villa&lt;br /&gt;Dont know much. But i think their jersey's kinda like a fashion disaster. Maroon with baby blue. Eww....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Wes Brom&lt;br /&gt;Another asian playing in this team. Don't noe much about them. Only bought greening once and he gave me 0 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Birmingham&lt;br /&gt;I think they got pretty good players actaully. Ple like Heskey and Jarosik. Could do better. I'm hoping they would actaully climb higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Sunderland&lt;br /&gt;Black cats. Though it's peer (Wigan) seems to be doing much better, i think this team has a chance of staying in the league even though it's so low down the table. The players are dedicated and quite 'chiong'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-113154862832240796?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/113154862832240796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=113154862832240796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/113154862832240796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/113154862832240796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2005/11/english-football-from-novices-point-of_09.html' title='English Football- From a novice&apos;s point of view (Second half)'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-113142409964435157</id><published>2005-11-08T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T12:28:19.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote... Just for you</title><content type='html'>" I love him for the man that he is and the man that he almost is"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-113142409964435157?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/113142409964435157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=113142409964435157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/113142409964435157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/113142409964435157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2005/11/quote-just-for-you.html' title='Quote... Just for you'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-113141501390903638</id><published>2005-11-08T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T09:56:53.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>English Football- From a novice's point of view</title><content type='html'>Well, i decided to take a break from 'quote blogging' where i quote from someone's blog. Today, i'm gonna talk about the EPL and the teams involved in it. Gonna use the score table to help me with it. Why do it? Well, i have never been so into football before and since being exposed to it by Aaron, i feel it's not as silly a sport as i used to think it is. It's really tactical (well... arn't all sports?) and requires more than just kicking and heading. I tell you, the skills invovled are so intricate and precise that just a slight difference in an angle can determine a goal from none, a match won, drawed or lost. &lt;br /&gt;On top of that, i've been playing Fantasy Football and am the only girl in the 'Groups of Death'. With Aaron's tips and sheer luck, i'm in the 11th place out of 21 other guys. Let me remind you, this is just a comment of the teams from MY POINT OF VIEW. It may not be accurate. So you football gurus, pls excuse me if i make a mistake. It's from a novice's point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. CHELSEA&lt;br /&gt;Well, most ple say that Chelsea play boring football. I've seen them play a few matches and can only conclude that when up against smaller clubs, they tend to play it 'safe'. The match against Manchester saw them reeling at the edge, attacking as much as they could. Overall, i would say that they are, and can be, very aggressive and tactical when they want to. Btw, i think their manager is an arrogant idiot. Make that a handsome arrogant idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Wigan&lt;br /&gt;Wow... i didn't noe a new team can actaully climb so far!!!! But hey, they bring in good competition and i'm thinking they might just make it into the top 5 spots. Chimbonda is great!!! haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bolton&lt;br /&gt;Heard a lot of horror stories about their aggressiveness. Guess they're the 'Ah Bengs' in the leauge.Dont' remember them being so high up the table last year. What i do noe is that Nakata is in this team. Haven't seen him play though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Manchester United&lt;br /&gt;Oh.......... this is ONE of my favourite teams. Many say that i'm a United supporter but i beg to differ. It's ONE of the teams that i strongly support. Not because aaron is their loyal fan, but because of the players in the team. They really work together very well and though the recent hicup in their game, managed to pull through the odds. It's sad that so many of their key players are down. However, the weakness in this team is that they always need some sort of boosting to get them going. They always need something to fuel their game. Think they need to find some intrinsic motivation or they wouldn't last long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Arsenal&lt;br /&gt;This is the other favourite team. I think they really got it going and their game is very fast. They don't have a stamina problem and so i think keeping up with the players in this team would prove to be difficult. Henry is like a treasure chest in the team and i think it's really Arsenal's privilige to have him. It;s not only his skills, it's also his attitude. If only thier manager would be like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Tottenham&lt;br /&gt;Don't noe much about them. Just tat they are an age old London club who's golden dynasty has already passed. A has-been i would say.ple who support them must be really nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Manchester City&lt;br /&gt;United's poorer cousins. They all say that. But i think they have alot to offer with ple like Darius Vassell. They've got a good goal keeper too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Charlton&lt;br /&gt;Darren Bent. The only Charlton player that i've bought and still have much confidence in. They've got a weird team badge too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.West Ham&lt;br /&gt;The hammers. Don't noe much about them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Newcastle&lt;br /&gt;Making waves with the purchase of Owen this year. Looks like the Magpies are banking on him and Sherer to give them that boost up the table. Emre's stepping up too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-113141501390903638?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/113141501390903638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=113141501390903638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/113141501390903638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/113141501390903638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2005/11/english-football-from-novices-point-of.html' title='English Football- From a novice&apos;s point of view'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-113115747016987081</id><published>2005-11-05T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T10:37:38.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace</title><content type='html'>Meaning of the word 'grace'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Undeserved favor especially that kind or degree of favor bestows upon sinner through Jesus Christ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Regarded as the sustaining influential enabling the believer to persevere in the Christian life (Acts 11:23, 20:32, 2 Cor 9:14) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Gift of knowledge (1Cor 1:4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Thanksgiving or gratitude expressed for favor (1 Cor 10:30; 1 Tim 1:1-2) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many years I've heard them told&lt;br /&gt;A story of compassion&lt;br /&gt;A prodigal son who left the fold&lt;br /&gt;Yet found no satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my knees Lord I cried out to You&lt;br /&gt;I'm so alone&lt;br /&gt;If there's room in Your house for one more&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to come back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know there is a place&lt;br /&gt;Where arms of compassion welcome me home&lt;br /&gt;Sweet mercies fall like rain&lt;br /&gt;I know there's a place&lt;br /&gt;Called grace.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At the table of grace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cup's never empty&lt;br /&gt;The plate's always full&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And it's never too late&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To come and be filled &lt;br /&gt;With love everflowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're always welcome&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the table of grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You'll help me with my 'No way out' situation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness."'(2 Cor 12:9a)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My own words)... ...&lt;br /&gt;"God does not want us to walk in pavements of perfection. He wants us to walk in fields of GRACE."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-113115747016987081?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/113115747016987081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=113115747016987081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/113115747016987081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/113115747016987081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2005/11/grace.html' title='Grace'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-113115630623131453</id><published>2005-11-05T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T10:05:06.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Can</title><content type='html'>Quote... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank God for strength, for embracing me, for comforting me. Thank You for teaching me to hang onto You no matter my situation. Thank You for being that someone who's alwaz there for me when i needed someone, when i'd no one to talk to, when i feel that no one can understand me. Thank You for the cross &amp; all that You'd gone thru so that i may come to You knowing that there's nothing You'd not gone thru. Jesus, thank You for this love that You'd poured into my life. Though i find the going's tough, but i really rejoice whenever i remember that i'd found You! And i can count on You! I'll be like Paul who rejoices even when he suffers. Hmm.. though i'm still in the whining mode, but i know that soon i'll stop. I'll juz keep thanking You &amp; rejoicing in You and what You'd done. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; problem too big,&lt;br /&gt;God cannot solve it&lt;br /&gt;There is &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; mountain too tall&lt;br /&gt;He cannot move it&lt;br /&gt;There is &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; storm too dark&lt;br /&gt;God cannot calm it&lt;br /&gt;There is &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; sorrow too deep&lt;br /&gt;He cannot soothe it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If He carried the weight of the world&lt;br /&gt;Upon His shoulders&lt;br /&gt;I know my brother that He will carry you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If He carried the weight of the world&lt;br /&gt;Upon His shoulders&lt;br /&gt;I knnow my sister that&lt;br /&gt;He will carry you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-113115630623131453?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/113115630623131453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=113115630623131453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/113115630623131453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/113115630623131453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2005/11/he-can.html' title='He Can'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-113068898691328557</id><published>2005-10-31T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T10:06:34.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Love Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Lover of my heart &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i want is to see Your face &lt;br /&gt;All i need is a moment of Grace &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's in You that i have the faith &lt;br /&gt;To stand up and be strong &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause i know i'm no longer bound &lt;br /&gt;It's in You that i have found &lt;br /&gt;Peace of mind &lt;br /&gt;freedom from my sin &lt;br /&gt;And the pow'r to love and forgive &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to walk with You every day of my life &lt;br /&gt;To talk to You in the good and the strife &lt;br /&gt;You're my friend &lt;br /&gt;You're the Father for all time &lt;br /&gt;Nothing can keep us apart &lt;br /&gt;You're the lover of my heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-113068898691328557?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/113068898691328557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=113068898691328557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/113068898691328557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/113068898691328557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2005/10/love-song_31.html' title='A Love Song'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-113068866598176650</id><published>2005-10-31T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T23:44:24.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Measureless</title><content type='html'>The Love of God&lt;br /&gt;Written by: Frederick M. Lehman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love of God is greater far&lt;br /&gt;Than tongue or pen can ever tell;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It goes beyond the highest star,&lt;br /&gt;And reaches to the lowest hell;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guilty pair, bowed down with care,&lt;br /&gt;God gave His Son to win;&lt;br /&gt;His erring child He reconciled,&lt;br /&gt;And pardoned from his sin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, love of God, how rich and pure!&lt;br /&gt;How measureless and strong!&lt;br /&gt;It shall forevermore endure&lt;br /&gt;The saints' and angels' song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When hoary time shall pass away,&lt;br /&gt;And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall,&lt;br /&gt;When men who here refuse to pray,&lt;br /&gt;On rocks and hills and mountains call,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's love so sure, shall still endure,&lt;br /&gt;All measureless and strong;&lt;br /&gt;Redeeming grace to Adam's race&lt;br /&gt;The saints' and angels' song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could we with ink the ocean fill,&lt;br /&gt;And were the skies of parchment made,&lt;br /&gt;Were every stalk on earth a quill,&lt;br /&gt;And every man a scribe by trade;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To write the love of God above&lt;br /&gt;Would drain the ocean dry;&lt;br /&gt;Nor could the scroll contain the whole,&lt;br /&gt;Though stretched from sky to sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, love of God, how rich and pure!&lt;br /&gt;How measureless and strong!&lt;br /&gt;It shall forevermore endure&lt;br /&gt;The saints' and angels' song.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, love of God, how rich and pure!&lt;br /&gt;How measureless and strong!&lt;br /&gt;It shall forevermore endure&lt;br /&gt;The saints' and angels' song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote... ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus, &lt;br /&gt;Thank You for being my shelter, my refuge... that i may hide in Your arms whenever i'm torn &amp; broken. Thank YOu for always stretching Your arms towards me! And the love that extend from heaven to me. Let Your love flows outta of me as showers of love fall on me. *mUacKZ*"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-113068866598176650?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/113068866598176650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=113068866598176650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/113068866598176650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/113068866598176650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2005/10/how-measureless.html' title='How Measureless'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-113068824923985683</id><published>2005-10-30T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T00:04:09.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come to The Father</title><content type='html'>Had seekers service today, Sang this song that we haven't sung for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come To The Father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the world began&lt;br /&gt;You were on His mind&lt;br /&gt;And every tear you cry&lt;br /&gt;Is precious in His eyes&lt;br /&gt;Becos of His great love&lt;br /&gt;He gave His only Son&lt;br /&gt;Everything was done&lt;br /&gt;So You would come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing You can do&lt;br /&gt;Could make Him love You more&lt;br /&gt;And nothing that you've done&lt;br /&gt;Could make Him close the door&lt;br /&gt;Becos of His great love&lt;br /&gt;He gave His only Son&lt;br /&gt;Everything was done&lt;br /&gt;So you would come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to the Father&lt;br /&gt;Though your gift is small&lt;br /&gt;Broken hearts broken lives&lt;br /&gt;He would take them all&lt;br /&gt;The power of the Word&lt;br /&gt;The power of His blood&lt;br /&gt;Everything was done&lt;br /&gt;So you would come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You're always praying for me and nothing can separates me from Your love".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Who is he that condemns? Christ Jesus, who died or more than that, who was raised to life is at the right hand of God and is also interceding for us. &lt;strong&gt;Who shall separate us from the love of Christ?&lt;/strong&gt; Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword?'&lt;br /&gt;'No, in all these things &lt;strong&gt;we are more than conquerors &lt;/strong&gt;through him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.' (Rom 8:34,35,37-39)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-113068824923985683?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/113068824923985683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=113068824923985683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/113068824923985683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/113068824923985683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2005/10/come-to-father.html' title='Come to The Father'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-113007948038789781</id><published>2005-10-23T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T22:58:04.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Wonderful Day</title><content type='html'>Had a great time today. And what's a great day without SHOPPING!?!?! MUHAHAHAHA..... Aaron and I went shopping for our anniversary gift today. It was actaully ment for NEXT MONTH when we will celebrate our first year. I guess we were all eager to get the stuff and so decided to buy them today. I got a 925 stirling silver ring with a little stone on it. Even got a pair of starfish earings to go along with my starfish necklace. And to top it all up, Aaron treated me to a great concert by a local artiste.I bought him his gift too and it's on his blog. Needless to say, we will both be eating A&amp;W (air and water) for the rest of the month. But when we eveluated what we bought, we were pleased to find that what we bought will be used daily.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your gifts dear. But i want you to know that you're the best gift to me...&lt;br /&gt;love ya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some people want it all&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;If it ain't you baby&lt;br /&gt;If i ain't got you baby&lt;br /&gt;Some people want diamond rings&lt;br /&gt;Some just want everything&lt;br /&gt;But everything means nothing&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-113007948038789781?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/113007948038789781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=113007948038789781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/113007948038789781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/113007948038789781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-wonderful-day.html' title='What A Wonderful Day'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-112852313817124729</id><published>2005-10-05T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T23:03:42.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About me</title><content type='html'>Saw this post on one of aaron's friend's blog. Found it pretty interesting and so i decided to have a go at it. If you noe me pretty well, you would noe that i hate writing in ple's autograph book. I dunt noe why.... I was lucky enough to have jiahui as my close friend and she did all the autograph writing for me during my JC days... thanks gal... so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here are sum facts about me&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what's in my wallet&lt;/strong&gt;--some cards:POSB, Ezlink,Popular, a replica of my IC (in case i loose it again)Tapz card, Body Shop card, KFC coupons, some cash (or rather, very little cash, a folded heart, a 'photo' of me and my dearest. Oh and it's high time i gave my wallet a goooood scrub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;favourite shoes&lt;/strong&gt;-- Oh... got to be those brown simple open toe shoes from C&amp;K&lt;br /&gt;and of cos my red hot flip flops from Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clothes i cant live without&lt;/strong&gt;-- woah.. dats quite a lot but i'd have to say my fav white tops and jeans. And my 'make me look thin' brown pants from Giodarno.(Always gives my ego a lift)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;something you're looking forward to in the upcoming months&lt;/strong&gt;-- okie.... quite a lot of stuff but the main things are the HOLIDAYS in 6 weeks time and the very very important ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY coming up next month!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;something that you are extremely afraid of&lt;/strong&gt;-- SNAKES.. totally hate them.and losing someone very dear to me, like my friends and family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;believe in forgiveness&lt;/strong&gt;-- forgiveness is the key to setting both me and my adversary free. Always believed in it. I wonder how well i practice it... Hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;favorite foods&lt;/strong&gt;--ooo... that will have to be everything.But see i'm on a diet now so my fav diet food is cereal with rasins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my father thinks&lt;/strong&gt;--i could've been a tennis star. Can still hear him shouting at me on the tennis courts.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my mother thinks&lt;/strong&gt;--i lead too much of a crazy life and need to eat more vegetables and fruits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everybody thinks&lt;/strong&gt;-- hmm... dun't really noe.... I'm tempremental??? Quiet at times and talkative at times? Actaully i prefer to listen to ple than talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what makes me happy&lt;/strong&gt;-- hanging out with my freinds and of cos time spent with my dear mr wong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;upsets me&lt;/strong&gt;-- if you break my trust. and also those who misunderstand me and then start spreading the wrong stuff.And the most distasteful of the lot if.... IRRITATING PARENTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what you cook&lt;/strong&gt;-- oh....i simply love cooking and preparing meals for ple. Mr wong says i make a mean instant noodle meal... no kidding... i only add 1/4 or 1/2 a pack of msg and the rest of the tastes come from boiling tomatoes, veges and meat. SHIOK! And oh.. i make pasta... Al dente... well.. almost....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you have a secret you have not shared&lt;/strong&gt;-- yeah.The question only requires a yes/no answer......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song you're listening to now&lt;/strong&gt;-- the quiet sounds of the nite... (not a song)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;person you've last called&lt;/strong&gt;-- Mr wong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;person that last called you&lt;/strong&gt;-- Mr Wong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;person u last sms&lt;/strong&gt;-- Yani (she told me to eat more meat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TV show you last watched&lt;/strong&gt;-- AXN Amazing Race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thinkin about&lt;/strong&gt;-- my sis in Cambodia... miss her so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you drink&lt;/strong&gt;-- sky juice... DA BEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you like roller coasters&lt;/strong&gt;-- oh i love watching ple get on them but honestly, i haven't been on one since dunt noe how many donkey years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ever been in love&lt;/strong&gt;-- yes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ever been kissed&lt;/strong&gt;-- yes.Another question that only requires a yes/no answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ever been arrested&lt;/strong&gt;-- nope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;makes you laugh the most&lt;/strong&gt;-- it's gotta be mr wong.. he's really witty. but i'm the subject of most of the jokes.... and oh.. sitcoms... and one very special person too.... my sis.... you should see us alone together.... we're like bert and ernie.... she's ernie of cos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last time you did something interesting&lt;/strong&gt;-- hmmm.... i performed as sailor moon on children's day for the kids. The other teachers thought i was acting as a porn star becuase of the attire... heck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last time you were totally happy&lt;/strong&gt;-- the last two days where i chilled out with my darling... it was a great time though we both sneezed a lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whats your favourite colour&lt;/strong&gt;-- oooi... got to be yellow and orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what're you planning to do tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;-- work... then dunno... hang out? or be a good girl and go home and eat my veggies and fruits....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-112852313817124729?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/112852313817124729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=112852313817124729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/112852313817124729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/112852313817124729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2005/10/about-me.html' title='About me'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-112737531875190003</id><published>2005-09-22T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T15:51:29.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relfection</title><content type='html'>Saw my reflection in your shades that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i thought.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'wow... i look so gooood!'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's becos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seeing me through your eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-112737531875190003?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/112737531875190003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=112737531875190003' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/112737531875190003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/112737531875190003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2005/09/relfection.html' title='Relfection'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-112692589928635453</id><published>2005-09-17T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T10:58:19.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl poem</title><content type='html'>Just to balance the sexist nature of the last post. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shave my legs,&lt;br /&gt;I sit down to pee.&lt;br /&gt;And I can justify&lt;br /&gt;any shopping spree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go to a barber,&lt;br /&gt;but a beauty salon.&lt;br /&gt;I can get a massage&lt;br /&gt;without a hard-on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can balance the checkbook,&lt;br /&gt;I can pump my own gas.&lt;br /&gt;Can talk to my friends,&lt;br /&gt;about the size of my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beauty's a masterpiece,&lt;br /&gt;and yes, it takes long.&lt;br /&gt;At least I can admit,&lt;br /&gt;to others when I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't drive in circles,&lt;br /&gt;at any cost.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't have a problem,&lt;br /&gt;admitting I'm lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never forget,&lt;br /&gt;an important date.&lt;br /&gt;You just gotta deal with it,&lt;br /&gt;I'm usually late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't watch movies,&lt;br /&gt;with lots of gore.&lt;br /&gt;Don't need instant replay,&lt;br /&gt;to remember the score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't lose my hair,&lt;br /&gt;I don't get jock itch.&lt;br /&gt;And just cos I'm assertive,&lt;br /&gt;Don't call me a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say to your friends,&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I can get her.&lt;br /&gt;In your dreams, my dear,&lt;br /&gt;I can do better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers are okay,&lt;br /&gt;But jewelry's best.&lt;br /&gt;Look at me you idiot...&lt;br /&gt;Not at my chest????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a problem,&lt;br /&gt;With expressing my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;I know when you're lying,&lt;br /&gt;You look at the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T call me a GIRL,&lt;br /&gt;a BABE or a CHICK .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a WOMAN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-112692589928635453?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/112692589928635453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=112692589928635453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/112692589928635453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/112692589928635453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2005/09/girl-poem.html' title='Girl poem'/><author><name>aaronie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17979866223383553063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/37/1957359/1454835815710l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-112478434576219256</id><published>2005-08-23T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T16:05:45.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The difference between men and women (part 2)</title><content type='html'>Okie... this is not as controversial as the previous post. I was having tea break with some of my colleuges at work today. We chanced upon this particular topic and went into a full scale thesis about it. Mind you, all my other colleuges are married and they have the full blown view of the vast difference between the sexes. The discussion was full of examples and comparisions (the male ego, practicality vs emotions, female submission, etc..).Sadly, we had to end the topic when the bell went. My male colleugue then summed up the whole topic with this remarkable sentence (which i find, is applaudable, seeing that it was coming from a man).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" The difference between men and women is this. Women have evovled over the years, changing and morphing as society moves. Men however, have not. They have been, are and will always be and have the same school of thought, come what may."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So girls..... cheers!!!!!We win again.: )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-112478434576219256?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/112478434576219256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=112478434576219256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/112478434576219256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/112478434576219256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2005/08/difference-between-men-and-women-part.html' title='The difference between men and women (part 2)'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-112468030985115357</id><published>2005-08-22T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T11:11:49.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know...?</title><content type='html'>Here's some health tips for all ages and sizes....taken from  Mind Your Body (Straits Times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Constant consumption of foods with MSG, artificial flavours, preservataives and other additives will weaken your immune system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) People who consume nuts five or more times a week have a lower risk of developing heart diesease compared to those who eat nuts less than once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Consuming too much sugar substitudes may stimulate the body into eating more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Not smoking can lengthen your life expectancy by up to 18 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) A cough releases an explosive charge of air that moves at speeds up to 96km/h. A sneeze can exceed the speed of 160km/h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Baking soda mixed with a few drops of water, makes an excellent facial exfoliator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Approximately 25% of the body's waste products are excreted through the skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Many people use only a small amount of lung capacity. This leaves residue of carbon dioxide in the bloodstream and can lead to symtoms of toxicity such as fatigue. By learning how to breathe properly, you can make dramatic changes in yhour health. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)At the earliest sign of sore throat, runny nose or aching bones, start adding garlic to your diet either in its fresh form or as garlic capsules. Add garlic to soups, stews, vegetables, and salads just before serving to retain its medicinal properties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Just two bananas provide enough energy for a strenuous 90 minute workout. Packed with vitamins and minerals, bananas can also help those suffereing from anaemia, high blood pressure, constipation, heartburn and stress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) The average adult human body contains over 50 trillion cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Water should be drunk about 30 minutes before eating. This prepares the digestive tract. Drink water again two and a half hours after a meal to complete the process of digestion and correct the dehydration caused by food breakdowns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-112468030985115357?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/112468030985115357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=112468030985115357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/112468030985115357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/112468030985115357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2005/08/did-you-know.html' title='Did you know...?'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-112467949311841265</id><published>2005-08-22T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T10:58:13.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Today, i turn 23. 23 years ago, i was born. But dunt feel like it's a special day. Dunt noe it's becos of age or it's a Monday. Feel melehcholic about my birthday. Reached the workplace and recieved a stack of work. My principal was sweet though. Gave me a card. Nice guy... Guess as age increases, the hype and excitement expereinced on one's birthday decreases.To be honest, today feels like a bore. A particularly blue monday with no mood to work or do anything. Just want to sit and sulk.(hmm... sounds more like PMS now)Maybe it's  not a good idea to have your birthday on a Monday. What a dread.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-112467949311841265?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/112467949311841265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=112467949311841265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/112467949311841265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/112467949311841265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2005/08/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-112452607679912180</id><published>2005-08-20T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T16:21:16.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The difference between men and women - biologically</title><content type='html'>Okie.This is a rather controversial post. As the title suggests, my topic for this blog is about, well, our sexual orientation (and organs too). Read this short excerpt from one of Christine Lim's book 'Fistful of colours'. One of the characters, Nica, made a very interesting comment about the topic.  When i read it, it was, i have to say, pretty refreshing becos of her take on the issue of women always loosing out when it comes to sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But in general, men are shallow. You guys can't help yourselves. It's your biology. Your sex organs are outside your bodies. So you can't feel as deeply as we do. I mean, to put it crudely, between the thrust and the spasm, it's all over for you guys. We are the fortunate ones...... I'm looking at us biologically. And biologically, we are the lucky ones. Our sex organs are inside us. So we can feel more deeply. Sex affects our entire being. It strikes us in the heart. In our very core. For us, sex and love come together. Like a two-edged sword. The day a woman enjoys her first sex-love encounter, she's cut in two. But the guy remains the same. He spends a night, a hundred nights, with a woman. Then he goes away. His life and body don't change. But a woman's body does. She can concieve. And carry the fruit of those hundred nights in her body. Nine months long. Inside her body. Look upon it as a curse or a joy. It depends on whether one is loved or not, doesn't it? But curse or joy, the fruit grows in her. And never quite departs from her. Not even after an abortion."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-112452607679912180?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/112452607679912180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=112452607679912180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/112452607679912180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/112452607679912180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2005/08/difference-between-men-and-women.html' title='The difference between men and women - biologically'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-112452296351493119</id><published>2005-08-20T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T15:29:23.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lesson learnt</title><content type='html'>Long time since i posted a blog... well.. busy you noe... heh heh... anyway, there's this particular situation what occured in my class about 1 month ago. Three of my pupils were caught stealing. Petty thieft. But i was PISSED!!! The most pissy thing was that the thrid girl, who claimed that she only 'watched' the crime saw no wrong in her deed. And worse, her parents did nothing to correct her actions! Heck...there's only so much scolding i can do. Another girl's case was worse. Apparently, her mother taught her how to steal!!!!!!!!!!!So stealing is like.. nothing to her. Have reccomended her for counselling. Hope what has been done can be undone. Well the third girl, she was really repentant. She got it real bad from her father. She even showed me two cane marks on her hand. Told me that her parents would bring her to the police station if she ever did it again. Now, this girl was really repentant. She stayed away from the other two girls, as instructed, and did her best to be on her best behaviour. One afternoon, i got the kids to do teacher's day tributes( their in pri 1 so cant expect them to do these stuff themselves). Tara draw me a beautiful picture and wrote the most touching and rewarding sentence i have ever recieved as a teacher. This was what she said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Miss Tang,&lt;br /&gt;I am happy that you are teaching me. I like you very much. I love you!!!! Thank you for teaching me not to steal. &lt;br /&gt;Love, Tara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart melted.I guess this is the kind of reward that a teacher gets. Not in monetary terms, not in terms of acadamic results, but that of a changed life because of what you have planted in a child. This is another lesson learnt. Not only for Tara, but also for her teacher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-112452296351493119?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/112452296351493119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=112452296351493119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/112452296351493119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/112452296351493119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2005/08/lesson-learnt.html' title='A lesson learnt'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-112322795426413952</id><published>2005-08-05T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T15:45:54.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fav Boy!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6877/429/1600/Pic-ShiHong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6877/429/320/Pic-ShiHong.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the boy in my class i've been telling you about. The one who told me that his short name is shihong and that his long name is zhuang zhihong.......... so cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuute rite???!!! this was taken during our trip to the zoo last friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-112322795426413952?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/112322795426413952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=112322795426413952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/112322795426413952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/112322795426413952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-fav-boy.html' title='My Fav Boy!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-112200325387466455</id><published>2005-07-22T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T11:34:13.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting the kids.</title><content type='html'>Well, it was quite an eventful session with the parents of my kids yesterday. Not becos some came banging fists on the table or demanding that i pay more attention to their kid, but becos of the answers that i got to my hypothesis. I found the session more of meeting the kids, the other side of them. Here are some of the answers to my questions:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Why does Melvin have bad prnounciation?&lt;br /&gt;Well, first thing is, his mom kinda speaks like him too. I asked her if Melvin was short tongued and she said no. So i advised her to look into the situation and help her son with pronouncing words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Why is Qixian so rebellious?&lt;br /&gt;Qixian's parents were jsut like him, outspoken. However, they too have a problem with him at home. But one thing good is they do not give in to him and insist that he take responsiblilty for his own actions. One thing i learnt about him was that he's really competitive and loves to win. Could use this method on him to motivate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Why is Simin so shy?&lt;br /&gt;This girl needs lots of persuassion and you got to use the soft method. One thing about her is, yes, you can use the soft method, but, she'll also climb all over you. Have tried a little of the soft method and it's working, better keep doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Why is Serene so lazy?&lt;br /&gt;Basically, she's spoilt. Her dad is not working and all he does is spoil his child. He allows her to laze around and not do her work and would not push her to go to school. Her mom is having a really tough time trying to manage her child and husband. Trying to find ways to help the girl, try to undo what her dad does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Why is Astley so arrogant?&lt;br /&gt;Well, cos she's over confident. Even her parents say so too. She basically speaks three languages at home and is so keen to learn languages. Great!!! Another writer in the making. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing i found out abt this kid in my class. My fav boy, Shihong is an only child. He feels lonely most of the time so he really lovvvvvvvvvvvves talking to people.He'll talkk to me about lots of stuff and he'll yak with his friends whenever he can and he'll talk non stop to his parents. The poor boy will even sometimes lock himself in the toilet and talk to himself. Hiazzz.... the woes of an only child. You have everything but it seems like you've got no one to share it with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's what i've concluded about my hypothesis: Behind every child's behaviour, is the parent's METHODLOGY of dealing with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-112200325387466455?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/112200325387466455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=112200325387466455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/112200325387466455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/112200325387466455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2005/07/meeting-kids.html' title='Meeting the kids.'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-112191685903284761</id><published>2005-07-21T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T11:34:19.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet The Parents</title><content type='html'>Well... as you see i've been really really busy these two weeks... mad rush to do everything!! And today, i'm MEETING THE PARENTS!! ohhh.... i've already got some of them in mind that would go on non stop about how good/bad/cute/mischevous their child is. Heck....and i have about 8 parents to meet within the span of 30 mins!!!!!!!! How to do?!?!?!?! Ugh... and there's this mother who complains non stop to me about her kid and husband...i mean....hey... so wat do you expect me to do if you cant control them??? I have already sent a note out that i'm only gonna entertain them for not more than 10 mins EACH. But on the other hand, i do look forward to tonite's meeting. I wanna see the parents behind each child. Why Melvin has bad pronounciation, why Qixian is so rebellious, why simin is so shy, why vijay dosen't give a damn about what i say to him, why serene is so lazy, why azira is also so lazy, why astley is so arrogant, why, why why?????? I believe that behind every child's behaviour, be it good or bad, is a parent's attitude. So let me see if my belief is accurate. Will update again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-112191685903284761?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/112191685903284761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=112191685903284761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/112191685903284761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/112191685903284761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2005/07/meet-parents.html' title='Meet The Parents'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-112053180515331040</id><published>2005-07-05T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T09:26:19.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe.... and die</title><content type='html'>Okie... try this. I want you to take 2 deep breaths. INHALE.. EXHALE. INHALE.. EXHALE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get this: One child in Africa has just died of starvation. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, while we're here in Singapore enjoying all the food we can get, with all it's varities, children in Africa are dying of starvation. Poverty is still a great stronghold in that continent, esp in the poorest parts of the land. Many organisations have been set up to battle this( World Vision, Red Cross, Live Aid and the most recent 'ONE'). However, the statistics remain. I heard of this ' one child per 3 seconds' rate back in 1997 when i took part in the 40 hour fast organised by World Vision. The rate still stands though there is increased effort put into the fight of this cause. As some of us are going through the 40 day fast period, you would understand the feeling of being hungry... really hungry. But we all know that at the end of the fast, there is something to satisfy our hunger ( and of cos there is God who helps us overcome it). For these kids, there is no hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard of a true recount of a certain photographer who went to the places where starvation was most prevelant and took a picture of a little boy, driven by desperation, eating fresh manure that came out from a cow. The little boy then went on to drink it's urine. After taking that photo, the photographer hanged himself. Such is the bleakness or rather, hoplessness of such situations. What can we do then, you may ask yourself. To be honest ( and perhaps cynical), we WON'T do much. It 's not that we can't, we WON'T. Allow me to quote the lead actress from the show Hotel Rwanda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" People back in their homes will watch our plight(genocide)on their televisions and say ' What a catastrophy!'. Then they'll turn off the TV and go back to their own dinners and lives."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true that is. Even for myself. But children of God CAN do more cos we know the power of prayer. If there is one doubt that I have about God, it is this. That He said 'Suffering children are safe in My arms'. I have not the faith to beleive. However, i think God wants us to rise up and do somthing about it. And i guess He wants us to use our most powerful tool, prayer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, as you fast, may i make a special request to have this one item on your prayer list. Pray for the nations fighting poverty and starvation. Prayerfully, we can eradicate poverty ONE, BY ONE, BY ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If your a fast reader and finished this post in 2 minutes, 30 CHILDREN HAVE DIED as you read this post. &lt;br /&gt;If your a slower reader and finished this post in 4 minutes, 80 CHILDREN HAVE DIED as you read this post. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Even if you stopped breathing, the children will continue to die, one per 3 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Heal the world&lt;br /&gt;Make it a better place&lt;br /&gt;For you and for me&lt;br /&gt;And the entire human race&lt;br /&gt;There are people dying&lt;br /&gt;If you care enough for the living&lt;br /&gt;Make a better place &lt;br /&gt;For you and for me"&lt;br /&gt;-Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;Heal the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-112053180515331040?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/112053180515331040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=112053180515331040' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/112053180515331040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/112053180515331040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2005/07/breathe-and-die.html' title='Breathe.... and die'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-112010125157876449</id><published>2005-06-30T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T11:14:11.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK to school</title><content type='html'>Yeap... it's back to work again. But this time, i seem to have lost that 'after holiday blues' that i normally get. Maybe cos i'm going into the new term with a refreshed mind and a determined spirit to improve in my work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it seems that i am under a curse! I was on MC on the first day of school, AGAIN! This is just a repetition of what had happened last year on my first day of school. Darn. Better undo the curse! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, school's been well.. taking it one step at the time. I find that I have actaully become more patient with the kids. I dont find myself shouting at them and so far (three days of school) i have not shouted or scolded them once. Okie... keeping my fingers crossed though. And you noe what... i think i'm begininng to really LOVE these kids. On my first day back, I was so excited to see them. And my favorite pupil( Melvin) greeted me with a 'Mi Tan, I neber se you! You friten me!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun with them yesterday just talking about the things you can find in the garden. Took them to the garden and made them touch and smell the flowers and leaves. They fed the fish and ducks and played with the birds. Ha ha... they are all so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, i asked them if they were ready to go home and some actually said NO&lt;em&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!(save for some that wanted to go home and play X Box. Hmm... sounds familiar eh?!)&lt;/em&gt;  My goodness! I was so suprised to hear them say that they want to have more fun in school and dun wanna go home!!!! This is the most sucessful day of my one year career so far!!!! Hopefully i have more of these moments. Hopefully it happens everyday!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-112010125157876449?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/112010125157876449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=112010125157876449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/112010125157876449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/112010125157876449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2005/06/back-to-school.html' title='BACK to school'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-111984791328201895</id><published>2005-06-27T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T12:51:53.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Salute to All Writers</title><content type='html'>Just went blog reading and was amazed by how much you can discover about the author of a blog just by reading it. Well, rou rou did a really radical post on her dream funeral. As Dawn said, ple would write about their dream house, car, husband/wife, but rou outdid herself again and went on to write on a taboo topic. Dawn's got her own stlye of writing too, both creative and realistic, opening her views to ple that would read it. I'd say, that's a really brave thing to do. And then there's Grace writing about her daily struggles at work ( i really feel so much for you girl). Cat musings can also be found on Jon's blog, lots of encouraging and hilarious comments and posts (Hey, he may be a cat but he's a pretty deep one. And of cos not forgetting my dearest mr wong. His blog is pretty much both personal and entertaining. His jokes(cold sometimes) are always there to tickle your funny bones and he's always sharing nuggets of gold that he picks up from books and ple. Very resourceful, i would say. Of cos, he's an up and coming jounarlist and future sports editor okie! Dun play play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as for me, i'm pretty low key when it comes to blogging. Don't get me wrong, i do love writing, espcailly creatively, but i don't have the discipline to do it. I really admire the ple i have mentioned above cos they have that passion and strength to continue to mantain a blog. One thing you guys are doing is actaully leaving your life(legacy) to many other ple who will laugh and cry along with you. Let me just say that i'm an ardent fan of you guys and i try to read your blogs daily. Though i may not make any comments, but be sure that i appreciate your writings and commend them. This is a salute NOT to all BLOGGERS( as you noe there are lots of nonsense nowadays), but to all who have that genuine love for writing and want to share their lives with others. I've always believed in the saying ' The pen is mightier than the sword' and i hope to live and teach them to the children. My fellow bloggers,your words of humor, love, regret, passion and sadness have more effects than you can imagine, so keep on writing!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-111984791328201895?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/111984791328201895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=111984791328201895' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/111984791328201895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/111984791328201895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2005/06/salute-to-all-writers.html' title='A Salute to All Writers'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-111934295084265281</id><published>2005-06-21T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T16:35:50.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher's Survival Kit</title><content type='html'>Contained: To help you survive teaching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toothpick - to help you "pick" out the good qualities in others and yourself&lt;br /&gt;Crayon - to color you day bright and cheerful&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and Kisses - for when you need a hug&lt;br /&gt;Candle - when you're up late grading papers&lt;br /&gt;Eraser - to remind you everyone makes mistakes &lt;br /&gt;Rubber band - to remind you to be flexible and try to work on "win-win" situations &lt;br /&gt;String - to ties things together when everything falls apart &lt;br /&gt;Pencil - to "write your wrongs" &lt;br /&gt;Marbles - to replace the ones you've lost (we enclosed extra, you'll need them later)&lt;br /&gt;Lifesaver candy - you are a lifesaver to many of your students&lt;br /&gt;Paperclip - to hold it all together&lt;br /&gt;Jewel - because you are as valuable as any precious stone&lt;br /&gt;and a Prayer for you to say at the start of each day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-111934295084265281?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/111934295084265281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=111934295084265281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/111934295084265281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/111934295084265281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2005/06/teachers-survival-kit.html' title='Teacher&apos;s Survival Kit'/><author><name>aaronie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17979866223383553063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/37/1957359/1454835815710l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-111812425314665642</id><published>2005-06-07T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T14:04:13.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooops I Did it Again</title><content type='html'>okie... when you see this.... i think most of you noe what i'm talking about. Yes... I have lost something again and the worst thing is that it does not belong to me. It's my dearest mr wong's Army donation card. He entrusted me with the respnsobility of collecting some donations from my colleugues. It has always been with me til i lost track of it last monday or tuesday. I searched everywhere i could, called up all the places i went to and asked if they have found it, cleaned out my cupboards and shleves (some of you noe how 'neat' they are), i've searched high low, deep and wide, i've looked in all the possible places and impossible places(utensils drawer, joey's food cupboard)AND I STILL CAN'T FIND IT!!!!!!!!!!!  well, i've already told mr wong that i will pay for the consequences  ($80 and a police report) cos i've got to bear full responsibility for all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dunno wat's wrong with me. I've been having this syndrome since i was 7. I'll loose at least something every week. Be it my water bottle, wallet, school uniform, pencil box, stationary, books. etc. etc. Whatever you name it, i've lost it before. I ve tried so many times to keep this in check, but it just doesn't seem to help. I've learnt so many lessons, paid so much money (IC:$500, ATM cards: $60 etc.) and gone to the police so many times to report lost stuff, i dunno what else can make me truly learn my lesson. I've made so many ple(esp my mother) worried and frustrated, i really dunno wat to do anymore. Of all my weaknesses, this is the worst. And now it's affecting my dear. Thankfully he won't be charged for this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno wat to do with myself. It's like paul's thorn in the flesh. This is a terrible torn that i cant seem to get out of my system.  Maybe i should go for some therepy thing. Ha! don't even think that will help me. I dunno wat to say.... cant go on saying sorry to myself and others all the time. It's doen't help. But then, what will? I'm in depair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: I'm really very very sorry dear. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-111812425314665642?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/111812425314665642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=111812425314665642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/111812425314665642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/111812425314665642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2005/06/ooops-i-did-it-again.html' title='Ooops I Did it Again'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-111752965816693192</id><published>2005-05-31T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T16:54:18.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favourites</title><content type='html'>well... to be very honest, the worst kept secret of all teachers is that we all have favourites. Though we do not show it in class, we all have a/a bunch of pupil that has that special place in our hearts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a peak at the kids who i really have a soft spot for....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michelle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you... this girl is really really realy BEAUTIFUL! Even the boys, at the age where they should be hating girls, have crushes on her. She's half filipino and she's got these huge sparkling eyes. Her hair is always neat and in pleats and she always spots a sweet angelic smile. The sight of her just melts me. She's really good at what she does. She's group leader and one of my top pupils. Her work is always prompt and neat and once even pestered her father to call me just because she left her work in school and could not finish it. She is one angel!!! But very sadly, this angel is, i think, very afraid of me. There was once we were practicing oral and i asked her to read a passage, she just looked at me and cried!!!!! I almost wanted to cry too!! i then assured her that she could do it and she's a really smart girl. At times when i talk to her, she seemed pretty distant. But she was always polite and just nodded or shook her head. So i guess i'll work on my relationship with her when the term starts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shihong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you.... this boy captured my heart the very first day i saw him. His like the little boy from the walls ice cream ad.. you noe... the boy with bowl shaped hair and glasses? Yeah man.... dats him!!! sooooooooooooo cute....... the first time i talked to him i asked him his name.... this was his reply' &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you want me short name or my long name? my short name is shihong, my long name is zhuang shihong'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  hahahah.... tell me how not to love him??????? but one thing abt this boy is that he's always complaining abt his classmates. Was really bad in the first few mths but he became better as time passed. He really likes to come to me and tell me abt the things he does at home. Sometimes, i just dun understand what he's trying to tell me. There was once, due to his limited vocab, he tried to tell me about some outing to the zoo. He stopped at mid sentence, looked at me, giggled and ran off... i was like.. hah??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, due to his parents working, he is sent to day care. imagine, a 7 year old kid sleeping at 12 and waking at 6 plus so that he can get to day care by 730. Then he spends the day doing day care work and then he comes to school for another gruelling 6 hrs.. poor kid.... his concerntration span is not really very high and he gets distracted easily. Will follow up with his parents and himself when term opens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melvin &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little guy is one of my favourites cos he reminds me of my dearest mr wong. Not that he's smart or handsome or cute : &gt; but he's got ants on his bottom. He just can't sit still!! I tell you, in a span of 30 minutes he can turn 360 degrees on the floor unpetent times!!! I always have to remind him to sit still. Hmm.. come to think of it... he's pretty smart leh... but he just lacks the attention span. One more thing abt him that i love... he's short-tongued. Haha... i sound bad eh.. but when he pronounces his words, his classmates will try to correct him but he just cant do it. His normal sentence will sound like dat " mi tan mi tan, kumawa (correct pronounciation - kumara) do wan to si down" well.... gonna continue to check on him when term starts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-111752965816693192?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/111752965816693192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=111752965816693192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/111752965816693192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/111752965816693192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2005/05/favourites.html' title='Favourites'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-111752836314256347</id><published>2005-05-31T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T16:32:43.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School's OUT!</title><content type='html'>Muahahhahahahha..... the time has come again for us teachers to take a well deserved break!!! oh boy did i look forward to this 4-week holiday! Wooo... wonder wat i'll do..... well... went for a counselling course for the past two days, having school camp tmr... going to car rally on thurs.... wooo... dats the only 'school' time and plus... the must have pre school repoen staff meeting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The counselling course was pretty expected. The things that ps nettie thought in learning to care all came out. But this time, it really really reminded me again of the importance of the role of a teacher in a child's life. To a child, the teacher can either make or break. I've been pondering of what i've been doing for the past 6 months and really reflecting on how i have been an influence/help/guide to the children and also on the reverse, how i might have been a discouragement/'breaker'/tyrant in their lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would describe myself as a rather strict teacher. Don't mess with me! I really go all out to make sure that discipline is instilled in my pupils. But aside from that, i have also stressed alot on morals and values and try to find every opportunity to influence the children with the like. But to the class, i would say that i'm a pretty distant figure, more of authoritative teacher. Well, with much pondering, i think i'm going to change course. For the next half of the term, i want to seek more to understand them as individuals and add that personal touch into their lives. Well, to start with, i'm going to do a kind of 'inventory' of the children in my class. Will be posting up stuff about them, according to what i have seen. Let's try 3 a posting eh.. and i'll be done in 10 days. well....i gave the kids holiday homework, so, here's mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-111752836314256347?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/111752836314256347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=111752836314256347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/111752836314256347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/111752836314256347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2005/05/schools-out.html' title='School&apos;s OUT!'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-111631739585585561</id><published>2005-05-17T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T16:09:55.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored...</title><content type='html'>Once again.... i'm bored.... hmm maybe i get bored too easily. Let me clarify, it's not that teaching is a slack profession.. it's just dat there's so much to do.. i just dun wanna do it.. (werid eh). I picked up some worksheets and was trying to start marking them but the atrocious answer and handwriting just made me put it away again (remind me to always put my best pupil's worksheet first in the pile. Got two more hours of lesson to go. I always enjoyed being on the other side of the education system.. the students... cos i can always travel to a distant land as the teacher goes on and on in class... hmm....maybe some of them are doing it as i'm teaching but wat the heck....they get the lesson in the end. So.... twiddle dee twiddle dum... bored bored bored...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-111631739585585561?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/111631739585585561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=111631739585585561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/111631739585585561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/111631739585585561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2005/05/bored.html' title='Bored...'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-111588605914780798</id><published>2005-05-12T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T16:20:59.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jasmine had a little lamb</title><content type='html'>I'm so bored stiff... dunt get me wrong... it's not dat there's nothing to do.. i got loads of marking... get this... i did so much marking dat i used up a pen in two days.... best.... anyway... wanted to share this with you all some time ago.. but kept forgetting. You noe how lambs bleat rite? they go 'maaa...aa, maaa..aa' yeap.. well i just found out that i have a pupil who bleats... I'M NOT JOKING!!! He really does! Sometimes it's pretty cute but most of the times, he justs gets on my nerves with his bleating. He dosen't litteraly go 'maaa...aaa' but he goes. 'Miss Taaa..aaang, Miss Taaa..aaang' Urgh!! irritating...... and then he calls me for all the silliest reasons eg.'Miss Taaaa...aaang, he stepped on my bag.' Grrrrrr.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a rhyme for this little 'lamb'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine had a little lamb &lt;br /&gt;Little lamb, little lamb&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine had a little lamb&lt;br /&gt;His name is Sundaresh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So folks.... as Starhub says.... Wat's next? You really dunno wat to expect with 7 year old kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-111588605914780798?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/111588605914780798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=111588605914780798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/111588605914780798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/111588605914780798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2005/05/jasmine-had-little-lamb.html' title='Jasmine had a little lamb'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-111465053165890533</id><published>2005-04-28T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T09:08:51.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Rhymes</title><content type='html'>As requested by my dear mr wong.... shall show the meanings to two other rhymes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hickory, Dickory Dock &lt;br /&gt;Nursery Rhyme &amp; History&lt;/strong&gt;Action Rhyme reflected in the words of "Hickory, dickory dock"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nonsense poem using alliteration and allowing children to mimic the sound of a clock chiming at the relevant point in the song. Hickory, dickory dock is intended to introduce children to the fundamentals of telling the time. Hickory, dickory dock is also known by another title "Hickory, dickory doc" inevitable perhaps due to the nonsensical nature of the words of Hickory, dickory dock! The first publication date for the "Hickory, dickory dock" rhyme is 1744. Investigation into the meanings of the words used in the rhyme lead us to believe that it has its basis in America&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Oh... so it's actaully a teaching tool.... &lt;br /&gt;interesting...."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Little Piggy &lt;br /&gt;Finger or toe rhyme for "This little piggy"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words for "This little piggy" nursery rhyme are used to point out each one of the child's toes! The last line in "This little piggy" is used to accompany the child being tickled by the narrator of the poem! This rhyme is extremely popular which ensures that it will be passed from generation to generation. The first publication date for the words and lyrics for this nursery rhyme was in 1728.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Woo... another teaching tool.. this time for kids at Ian Ian's age..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. nothing too scandelous about them.... if i find a really scandelous one... i'll post it up.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-111465053165890533?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/111465053165890533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=111465053165890533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/111465053165890533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/111465053165890533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2005/04/more-rhymes.html' title='More Rhymes'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-111459098660106642</id><published>2005-04-27T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T16:36:26.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revolting Rhyme</title><content type='html'>Had this idea of teaching my kids all the beautiful nursery rhymes that I have been taught when I was a child. These poor kids have never heard about nursery rhymes! Can you believe it!!! Terrible, i say...... So started out with Baa Baa black sheep... well... not too bad... at least they knew the tune to the song... I've been collecting a lot of rhymes from the net and aim to teach them at least 1 rhyme a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you might think ... hmm.. wat a wonderful thing to teach the children !! rhymes..... well let me tell you.... rhymes are actaully not as innocent as they seem. Most of them have hidden meanings behind them. Most of it is political and written by commoners. Some have hilarious meanings to them but i found this particular one quite disturbing...It's titled Mary Mary Quite Contrary. It was a really sweet rhyme for me.... imagine a beautiful garden filled with flowers and beautiful maidens.... nice...... but.. to my horror.... it was really a way of desribing a grave filled with torture instuments.... i'll let the text explain itself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mary Mary quite contrary,&lt;br /&gt;How does your garden grow?&lt;br /&gt;With silver bells and cockle shells&lt;br /&gt;And pretty maids all in a row&lt;/strong&gt;Mary Mary Quite Contrary: origin &lt;br /&gt;Nursery Rhyme Origins &amp; History&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The origins are steeped in history... Bloody Mary!&lt;br /&gt;The Mary alluded to in this traditional English nursery rhyme is reputed to be Mary Tudor, or Bloody Mary, who was the daughter of King Henry VIII. Queen Mary was a staunch Catholic and the garden referred to is an allusion to graveyards which were increasing in size with those who dared to continue to adhere to the Protestant faith - Protestant martyrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instruments of Torture!&lt;br /&gt;The silver bells and cockle shells referred to in the Nursery Rhyme were colloquialisms for instruments of torture. The 'silver bells' were thumbscrews which crushed of the thumb between two hard surfaces by the tightening a screw. The 'cockleshells' were believed to be instruments of torture which were attached to the genitals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The " Maids" or Maiden was the original guillotine!&lt;br /&gt;The 'maids' were a device to behead people called the Maiden. Beheading a victim was fraught with problems. It could take up to 11 blows to actually sever the head, the victim often resisted and had to be chased around the scaffold. Margaret Pole (1473 - 1541), Countess of Salisbury did not go willingly to her death and had to be chased and hacked at by the Executioner. These problems led to the invention of a mechanical instrument (now known as the guillotine) called the Maiden - shortened to Maids in the Mary Mary Nursery Rhyme. The Maiden had long been in use in England before Lord Morton, regent of Scotland during the minority of James VI, had a copy constructed from the Maiden which had been used in Halifax in Yorkshire. Ironically, Lord Morton fell from favour and was the first to experience the Maiden in Scotland! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Executions!&lt;br /&gt;Another form of execution during Mary's reign was being burnt at the stake - a terrible punishment much used during the Spanish Inquisition. The English hated the Spanish and dreaded the idea of an English Inquisition. The executions during the reign of Bloody Mary were therefore viewed with a greater fear of the Spanish than the executions themselves - it is interesting to note that executions during her reign totalled less than 300 an insignificant amount compared to the executions ordered by her father King Henry VIII  which are believed to have numbered tens of thousands! Click the link for another Rhyme which features 'Bloody Mary':  Three Blind Mice rhyme&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;*Shiver Shiver* Ewwwwwwwwwwwww...... such a lovely poem.. but filled with such... such...... ewwww..... okie.... if you're interested to check out the other meanings behind other seemingly innocent nursery rhymes... you can go to this website..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.rhymes.org.uk/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooo....... i think i'll leave Mary's rhyme out... got other better rhymes to teach the children...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-111459098660106642?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/111459098660106642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=111459098660106642' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/111459098660106642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/111459098660106642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2005/04/revolting-rhyme.html' title='Revolting Rhyme'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-111422493603755528</id><published>2005-04-23T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T10:55:36.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawn.........</title><content type='html'>Darn... wat a way to spend Sat morning and afternoon. Trapped in school doing 'guard duty'. Had only 4 hrs of sleep last nite... just cant get to sleep... dunno why... hmmm... maybe i'm getting old. And then woke up with terrible hair and now i'm grumpy and sleepy and having a bad hair day. I actaully got lots of marking, planning, typing etc etc to do.... but... just no mood... if you noe wat i mean... yaaawwwnnnnn........ so i figured i'd just blog..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been reading this brilliant book, you all noe it very well.... Bridgit Jones Diary.... fantastic book i tell you.... fantastic... i;ve never seen the movie but i heard it's pretty good too. Except for the cover, (which i find is hideious and mr wong likes to use it to scare me)everything else is the book is so damn funny.. I'm finishing the book soon and am going to borrow the next instalment. I've always taken a liking for biographies (both fact and fiction) , maybe cos i'm a nosey person who likes to mind other people's business. But well, i find that we can all learn from a particular persona and can benefit much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn.... thinking of going to the teacher's lounge for a nap.... or maybe the sick bay... hmmmmmmmm......... just thinking.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-111422493603755528?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/111422493603755528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=111422493603755528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/111422493603755528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/111422493603755528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2005/04/yawn.html' title='Yawn.........'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-111355022528156713</id><published>2005-04-15T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T15:30:56.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Ain't Got You</title><content type='html'>Wow.. it's been.... i think exactly 2 months since i blogged. Well Just wanna dedicate this song to three groups of people. If you've called me recently, you'll know that I've got Bye Bye Ring Ring.. the title sounds corney but it's a pretty cool gadget. I have put on a song, well, not a very new song though.It's Alicia Keys' 'If I Ain't Got You'. Noticed this song only very recently (very slow rite?). Okie... let's take a look at the very meaningful lyrics &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I Ain't Got You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people live for the fortune&lt;br /&gt;Some people live just for the fame&lt;br /&gt;Some people live for the power yeah&lt;br /&gt;Some people live just to play the game&lt;br /&gt;Some people think that the physical things&lt;br /&gt;Define what's within&lt;br /&gt;And I've been there before&lt;br /&gt;But that life's a bore&lt;br /&gt;So full of the superficial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people want it all&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;If it ain't you baby&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you baby&lt;br /&gt;Some people want diamond rings&lt;br /&gt;Some just want everything&lt;br /&gt;But everything means nothing&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people search for a fountain&lt;br /&gt;The promises forever young&lt;br /&gt;Some people need three dozen roses&lt;br /&gt;And that's the only way to prove you love them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hand me a world on a silver platter&lt;br /&gt;And what good would it be?&lt;br /&gt;With no one to share, with no one who truly cares for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people want it all&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;If it ain't you baby&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you baby&lt;br /&gt;Some people want diamond rings&lt;br /&gt;Some just want everything&lt;br /&gt;But everything means nothing&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you, you, you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people want it all&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;If it ain't you baby&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you baby&lt;br /&gt;Some people want diamond rings&lt;br /&gt;Some just want everything&lt;br /&gt;But everything means nothing&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you with me baby&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in this whole wide world don't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you with me baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song goes out to.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My Heavenly Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly... all things are in vain without You. I could gain the world yet loose my soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Family and Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one to share... no one to care....without you guys.... the whole world would be colourless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) My dear dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some ple want diamond rings (not dat i mind he he). But these things cant compare to you. You're priceless. I love you sweetie. This song goes out especailly to you. &lt;strong&gt;:]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-111355022528156713?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/111355022528156713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=111355022528156713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/111355022528156713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/111355022528156713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2005/04/if-i-aint-got-you.html' title='If I Ain&apos;t Got You'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-110854160329288427</id><published>2005-02-16T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T16:13:23.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please LEAVE him.</title><content type='html'>he's not worth it&lt;br /&gt;he really isn't&lt;br /&gt;cant you see??&lt;br /&gt;can u really trust him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you dig&lt;br /&gt;you'll uncover more skeletons.&lt;br /&gt;can u pick up the bones?&lt;br /&gt;or will you be burried by them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun u think it's a mystry?&lt;br /&gt;why he chooses to tell you now?&lt;br /&gt;so he can take the extra time&lt;br /&gt;to hang more skeletons in the closet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can u see past today?&lt;br /&gt;can u see past tommorow?&lt;br /&gt;is there a future?&lt;br /&gt;only God noes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never wanted to say this.&lt;br /&gt;until today.&lt;br /&gt;until the ax hung over my head&lt;br /&gt;i dun want to wait until it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to tell you&lt;br /&gt;please....&lt;br /&gt;please...&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm begging...&lt;br /&gt;for the love of God...&lt;br /&gt;for your sake....&lt;br /&gt;leave him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-110854160329288427?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/110854160329288427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=110854160329288427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/110854160329288427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/110854160329288427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2005/02/please-leave-him.html' title='Please LEAVE him.'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-110369883578715146</id><published>2004-12-22T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T00:19:27.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of death and madness... ...</title><content type='html'>read a book recently, a brilliant book in fact, by Paul Coelho. I devoured the book in a matter of hours as i sat waiting for my hairstylist to finish my rebonding service. Now, if i can finish it in such a short time, considering my slow reading skills, it's a sure read! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author took a plunge at two of the most taboo topics of our time, death and madness. Death was a topic that seemed to be prevelant in the book because of it's title, 'Veronika Decides to Die'. However, to me, madness was the main theme that was dominant thru'out the whole book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a span of three hours, Coelho took me on a journey into the minds of four ordinary people who have been deemed by society as 'mad'. The characters were brilliant people if you asked me. One was a lawyer, one a diplomat's son, one a graduate with a good life and one with a great family. One common thing about them is this: they tried to live a life outside the confines of normailty but were sadly labled as 'mad'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was reading the sob stories of people who have diagnosed with all sorts of terms from being clinically depressed to having obessisive complusive disorder, there was a feeling of familiarity. I seem to have people around me that possess these qualities but in a milder manner.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps Coelho was trying to justify madness as he himself had been admitted, on three seperate occassions, into an asylm. Perhaps there really is no fuss about madness. Perhaps everyone of us is mad in our own way. I like the description given by one of the characters about madness, this is what she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Anyone who lives in their own world is mad. Like schizophrenics, psychopaths, maniacs. I mean, people who are different from other."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, a line in the moive, 'Girl, Interrupted', would stike a chord in this world we call 'sane'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everyone has their own peeves and weird habits. It's just that we(mad people) choose to magnify them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.......... Are you mad? I think I am..... in a very small way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-110369883578715146?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/110369883578715146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=110369883578715146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/110369883578715146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/110369883578715146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2004/12/of-death-and-madness.html' title='of death and madness... ...'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-110199119977286055</id><published>2004-12-02T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T20:39:59.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet!</title><content type='html'>How about:&lt;br /&gt;"I see you for who you are and who you are going to be. You're exceptional to me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-110199119977286055?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/110199119977286055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=110199119977286055' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/110199119977286055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/110199119977286055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2004/12/sweet.html' title='Sweet!'/><author><name>aaronie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17979866223383553063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/37/1957359/1454835815710l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-110197222990503130</id><published>2004-12-02T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T15:23:49.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tHe swEEteST tHIng</title><content type='html'>hmmmm..... wat's the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to you?? well.. i guess the bible also encourages us to speak sweet to one another to encourage too... so let's sweeten this blog with short phrases of the sweetest things others have ever said to you okie...... it's free for all... especailly for friendships....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start the ball rolling... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You noe i'll be happie just spending time with you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you have your say.... ....&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/7183663-110197222990503130?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/110197222990503130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=110197222990503130' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/110197222990503130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/110197222990503130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2004/12/sweetest-thing.html' title='tHe swEEteST tHIng'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-110187850074597802</id><published>2004-12-01T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T13:21:40.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>handwritings... ...</title><content type='html'>Wow.... who knew that my scrany messey handwriting could say so much about me.... .... lets take a look at it... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a graphologist, the spacing on the page reflects the writer's attitude toward their own world and relationship to things in his or her own space.  If the inputted data was correct Jasmine has left lots of white space on the left side of the paper. Jasmine fills up the rest of the page in a normal fashion. If this is true, then Jasmine has  a healthy relationship to the past and is ready to move on. The right side of the page represents the future and Jasmine is ready and willing to get started living now and planning for the future.  Jasmine would like to leave the past behind and move on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Dats true...not looking back but looking on to a better future togehter."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine has  a very unusual lower zone y loop.  If the data input is correct, Jasmine's y or g is large and has triangle shape to the lower loop.  This is not a common trait, but the implications are very interesting.  As you begin to study handwriting analysis, you will learn any loop indicates imagination.  This lower loop indicates the amount of imagination Jasmine has regarding sex and physical things. Her lower zone stroke is large, so her sexual imagination is large and open.  Furthermore, because the loop has a triangle shape, this indicates a particular curiosity with certain aspects of sexuality.  In a nutshell, Jasmine is open to some very new ideas sexually and is willing to try anything once.  I'd say Jasmine  is quite a dynamic and playful lover.  Watch out world! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Oooo...... I'll leave dat to the imagination..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine is very selective when choosing her inner circle of friends. She excludes all but a few from her fellowship. She limits her intimate friends to one or maybe two people. She tends not to trust the masses of people but chooses only a few to trust. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Yeap... very very true about me. So dun take it personally if ur not in the 'inner circle' . It's just me."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine is sarcastic. This is a defense mechanism designed to protect her ego when she feels hurt. She pokes people harder than she gets poked. These sarcastic remarks can be very funny. They can also be harsh, bitter, and caustic at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Watch out for those spikes!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Jasmine has sharp needle pointed 'm' and 'n' humps, she has a very sharp mind. She instantly sizes up situations, making instant decisions. She thinks and evaluates circumstances very rapidly. Many people with this type of mind are geniuses, thus she may be seen as highly intelligent. &lt;strong&gt;Jasmine is often irritated by slow talkers or slow thinkers. If she drives, she gets irritated by slow drivers in the fast lane. She quickly becomes bored when being taught on the level of the slowest student in class. She may be on problem number three when the rest of the class is on problem one.&lt;/strong&gt; Jasmine is curious and very active. In fact, in school she might have been a trouble maker because she thought so much faster than the other kids, she finished her work first, thus having plenty of time on her hands to make trouble! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"See!!!! I told you i had intolerance for slow ple. But well... i guess God really wants to mold me here by giving me my beloved sister. Sometimes she's unbearable but wel... i still love her so much!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine will be candid and direct when expressing her opinion. She will tell them what she thinks if they ask for it, whether they like it or not. So, if they don't really want her opinion, don't ask for it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hmmm.... sometimes... but well... i try not to force it down other people's throats.. not very appealing you noe..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine has difficulty making decisions. Her mind changes constantly. She lives in an emotional tug of war. Jasmine could be described like a thermometer. Today warm and friendly, yet tomorrow she may be distant and cold, not wanting to be close to anyone. Some research indicates that people with a severe variety in the slant of their handwriting have an inability to tolerate sugar and are suffering the side-effects of too much sugar in their diet. If moods swings are a reoccurring issue, investigate the diet. If Jasmine encounters a situation she cannot handle she frequently pulls into herself. She feels her emotions are secure if she is withdrawn. When she has solved the problem she can be very outgoing and again need other people's companionship. &lt;strong&gt;Some see Jasmine as very moody, but it it would be more accurate to say she has two complete personalities that she chooses depending on the circumstance.&lt;/strong&gt; This type of person is often hard to understand because no one knows what personality she is exhibiting today. She may not be bothered by something one minute, then the next minute become upset at the same thing. It is very difficult to pin down Jasmine's emotional expressiveness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hmm... means my PMS is everyday one lah?!?! He heh... quite true.. but learning to conrol it..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People that write their letters in an average height and average size are moderate in their ability to interact socially.  According to the data input, Jasmine doesn't write too large or too small, indicating a balanced ability to be social and interact with others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"So far..... i love all my flens.......and they love me.... i think.. heh heh"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-110187850074597802?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/110187850074597802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=110187850074597802' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/110187850074597802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/110187850074597802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2004/12/handwritings.html' title='handwritings... ...'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-109992459759071977</id><published>2004-11-08T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T22:36:37.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saTIsFiEd?</title><content type='html'>Just some questions i asked myself. Hope you can find the answers to them yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Satisfied?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfied with legalistic religion?&lt;br /&gt;Jesus offers a loving relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfied living a mediocre life?&lt;br /&gt;He offers life abundent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfied staying saved?&lt;br /&gt;Jesus promises us growth from glory to glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfied reading His word?&lt;br /&gt;He calls us to remain in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfied being fed?&lt;br /&gt;Jesus calls us to feed His sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfied walking your way?&lt;br /&gt;He leads us in paths of righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfied just doing your job?&lt;br /&gt;Jesus gives us the power to make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfied living on the affirmation of people?&lt;br /&gt;He loves us unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfied being in Church?&lt;br /&gt;Jesus commands us to 'GO'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfied of the 'Sunday boosts'?&lt;br /&gt;He lives in us 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfied?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I say on Sunday,&lt;br /&gt;How much I want revival.&lt;br /&gt;But then on Monday&lt;br /&gt;I can't even find my Bible&lt;br /&gt;Where's the power, &lt;br /&gt;The power of the cross in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of playing&lt;br /&gt;The game of religion&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of loosing,&lt;br /&gt;My reason for living.&lt;br /&gt;Where's the power,&lt;br /&gt;the power of the cross in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not content just to walk thru my life&lt;br /&gt;Giving into the lies&lt;br /&gt;Walking in compromises &lt;br /&gt;We cry out as a generation that was lost&lt;br /&gt;But now is found in the power&lt;br /&gt;Of the cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We believe in You&lt;br /&gt;We believe in the power of Your Word and it's truth&lt;br /&gt;We believe in You&lt;br /&gt;So we lay down our cause &lt;br /&gt;That our cross might be found in You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not satisfied&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing it my own way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not satisfied&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To do church and walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not satisfied&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no love in my life but You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not satisfied&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in yesterday's hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not satisfied&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have the form but not the power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not satisfied&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord I am crucified in You"&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/7183663-109992459759071977?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/109992459759071977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=109992459759071977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/109992459759071977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/109992459759071977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2004/11/satisfied.html' title='saTIsFiEd?'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-109765065556700984</id><published>2004-10-13T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T14:57:35.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I should have taken wan tan mee.</title><content type='html'>Okie. The only reason why I have time to add to this blog is because I'm down with sore tonsils and an on-again-off-again fever. Well, to sum up what has been going on for the past, let's see, 2 weeks, the title says it all. Here's the conversation i had with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jas: Argh... God.... i should have taken Your advice and eaten wan tan mee! Nnow i'm having indigestion! And i'm feeling like i drank a barrel of oil!&lt;br /&gt;God: Well child, it's alrite. I forgive you. But rite now u really need to get rid of all that oil and the ONLY way is exercise!&lt;br /&gt;Jas: Hah?? Exercise! Ewwww..... i don't like!! But well, I've learnt that doing stuff YOUR way is still the best. Okie... i'll be on the exercise routine to 'detoxify' myself of all the fats.&lt;br /&gt;God: Hey, remember that I AM with you. My grace has always been more than enough for you and MY strength far more than you can ask. Child, though the exercise may be tough, it's for your good and you can always rely on ME. I'M taking you to the next level of fitness so that you can run the race with much more endurance.&lt;br /&gt;Jas: Thanks FATHER... for all YOu've done... and all You're going to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's with the wan tan mee scene. Heh heh. Just a little reminder to those who are going thru discipline like me. God loves you too much to let you continue to walk in sin and disobedience. His actions may be harsh, but His motives are always full of love. I praise God everyday for leading me in paths of rigtheouness and leading me back even though i myself have deliberately walked away. So brothers and sisters, you are the delight of God's heart hence the candidate of His discipline too. Take heart for in the end, the benefits are not only for youself (vr 11) but also for those who follow you(v13). These very two truths and promises keep my spirits up though the training is tough. Verse 13 is especailly motivating as it promises the up lifting of my disciples. Father, I cheerfully submit to Your discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you lots Father (brothers and sisters too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No discipline is enojyable while it is still happening-it is painful! But afterward there will be a &lt;strong&gt;quiet harvest of right living &lt;/strong&gt;for those who are trained under it"&lt;br /&gt;"Mark out a straight path for your feet. &lt;strong&gt;Then those who follow you&lt;/strong&gt;, though they are weak and lame, will not stumble and fall but will become strong"&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews 12: 11,13&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-109765065556700984?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/109765065556700984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=109765065556700984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/109765065556700984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/109765065556700984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-should-have-taken-wan-tan-mee.html' title='I should have taken wan tan mee.'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-109629534725606002</id><published>2004-09-27T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T22:29:07.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Rock and Salvation</title><content type='html'>Here's a poem i wrote quite some time ago. Actaully, i think i wrote this about six months ago. How time flies. I wrote this when i was in a really low period. Had lots of stuff going on that time. It was out a this really interesting experience i had with God that i wrote this. As you know i like to write abstractly, this poem is kinda... well... abstract in a way. But i can honestly tell you it was exactly what i saw in my mind's eye when i shut my eyes then. And as i was deep in God's presene, the radio kept playing 'We all bow down'.Well, enough of the sypnosis and down to the real stuff. This is for those going through a tough time, to remember that, hey, we still have Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There i sat&lt;br /&gt;In my room with the Lord&lt;br /&gt;And as i wept my heart out to Him&lt;br /&gt;As i thought i was pouring my heart &lt;br /&gt;He poured His heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There i sat,&lt;br /&gt;Transcending lonely rooms&lt;br /&gt;of lonely hearts&lt;br /&gt;Flowing images&lt;br /&gt;of flowing tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pained people pouring out.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams, hopes, loves&lt;br /&gt;now all&lt;br /&gt;broken, lost, scattered&lt;br /&gt;drained, finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman's last meal&lt;br /&gt;A man's hollow heart&lt;br /&gt;A girl's unexpresable loneliness&lt;br /&gt;A boy's cry for direction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as they wept,&lt;br /&gt;i wept.&lt;br /&gt;No longer for me&lt;br /&gt;But for them&lt;br /&gt;For the misery of misled people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it dawned&lt;br /&gt;As i wept&lt;br /&gt;for those who know Him not&lt;br /&gt;For those whose cries go out&lt;br /&gt;into wilderness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my bad days&lt;br /&gt;I can go home with Jesus&lt;br /&gt;But for these,&lt;br /&gt;where can they turn?&lt;br /&gt;who can they call?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now,&lt;br /&gt;i weep&lt;br /&gt;For such as these.&lt;br /&gt;The least,&lt;br /&gt;the lowest,&lt;br /&gt;the lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That they too may know&lt;br /&gt;Through my tears&lt;br /&gt;of prayer and toil&lt;br /&gt;that Jesus is&lt;br /&gt;the unfailing love of God.&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/7183663-109629534725606002?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/109629534725606002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=109629534725606002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/109629534725606002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/109629534725606002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-rock-and-salvation.html' title='My Rock and Salvation'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-109560106028101999</id><published>2004-09-19T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T21:37:40.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ohh.... back in business!!</title><content type='html'>finally after two confusing days of wondering... i'm back in business!!! yippie!!! okie... eh.... may only post a few days later... heh heh... wat to do... got to mark books.... tsk tsk.... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-109560106028101999?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/109560106028101999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=109560106028101999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/109560106028101999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/109560106028101999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2004/09/ohh-back-in-business.html' title='ohh.... back in business!!'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-109516862539594918</id><published>2004-09-14T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T21:30:25.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger is mad!! i cant blog!!! can only type in the title!!!!! so sorry guys... tune in another time for the full story!! cheers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-109516862539594918?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/109516862539594918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=109516862539594918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/109516862539594918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/109516862539594918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2004/09/blogger-is-mad-i-cant-blog-can-only.html' title='Blogger is mad!! i cant blog!!! can only type in the title!!!!! so sorry guys... tune in another time for the full story!! cheers...'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-109413326560406269</id><published>2004-09-02T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T21:54:25.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a teacher</title><content type='html'>hohoho... this is my very first teachers' day in school. Recieve all sorts of funny funny gifts... well.. the kids ment well... so for this blog, i just wana share this short, hilarious story.. this one's for all teachers out there, and to everyone of you who has ever taken even that short time to stoop down to teach a child even the slightest most insignificant action of a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Teacher Applicant&lt;br /&gt;After being interviewed by the MOE, the eager teaching propect said,&lt;br /&gt;"Let me see if I've got this right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want me to go into that room with all those kids, and fill their every waking moment with a love for learning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm supposed to instill a sense of pride in their ethnicity, modify their disruptive behavior, observe them for signs of abuse and usage of handpones in class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want me to wage a war on drugs and sexually transmitted diseases, check their bags for weapons of mass destruction, and raise their self esteem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want me to teach them patriotism, good citizenship, sportsmanship, fair play, how to register to vote, how to balance a checkbook, and how to apply for a job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am to check their heads for kutu, mantain a safe environment, recognize signs of anti social behavior, offer advice, write letters of recommendation for student employment and scholarships, encourage respect for the cultural diversity of others, and oh, make sure that i give the girls in my class fifty percent of my attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My contract requires me to work on my own time before and after school, evenings and weekends grading papers. Also, I must spend part of my June and December (not forgetting the whole of march and september)holidays preparing for the new year and the year that is ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on my own time, you want me to attend committee and faculty meetings.Level and department meetings and particitpate in TRAISI. I am to be a paragon of virtue, larger than life, such that my very presence will awe my pupils into being obedient and respectful of authority.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want me to incorporate technology into the learning expereince, monitor web sites, and relate personally with each pupil. That inculdes deciding who might be potentially dangerous and/or liable to commit a crime in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am to make sure all pupils pass the mandatory school and state exams even those who dont come to school regularly or complete any of their assignments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I am to make sure that all of the pupils with andicaps get an equal eductaion regardless of the extent of their mental or physical handicap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am to communicate regulary with Kiasu and Kiasi parents by letter, telephone, newletter and report card.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this I am to do with just a marker, a computer, a few books, a bulletin board, a big smile AND on a starting salary that DOES NOT ALLOW me to save up for a rainy day.&lt;br /&gt;You want me to do all this and yet you expect me NOT TO PRAY?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well.... hahaha... yeapz... dats a teacher's job alrite.... BAO GA LIAO...but well... i thank God everyday and ask Him for His grace everyday cos He is my portion for the job.. Thank You Jesus.... i have this little card plastered to my desk and i look at it everyday to remind myself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; "The future of the world is in my classroom today, a future with the potential for good or bad. Several future presidents are learning from me today; so are the great writers and mathmaticians of the next decades, and so are the so called ordinary ple who will make the decisions in a democracy. I must never forget these same yound ple could be the theives and murderers of the future. Only a teacher? Thank God I have a calling to the greatest profession of all! I must be vigilant everyday, lest i lose one fragile opportunity to improve tmr.' Ivan Welton Fitzwater&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well folks... just want to end on a very touching note i recieved from my pupils on that wonderful day.. God used the sweet voices of my pupils to recite this encouragment that came in a form of a poem... on this note.. i end my teachers'day speech...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why God created Teachers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(recited by Pr 5 Wisdom)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When God created teachers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He gave us special friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To help us understand His world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and truly comprehend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The beauty and the wonder,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of everything we see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And become a better person,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with each discovery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When God created teachers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He gave us special guides,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to show us ways in which to grow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we can all decide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's right instead of wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To lead us so we can lead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and learn how to be strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why God created teachers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in His wosdom and His grace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was to help us learn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to make our world a better, wiser place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-109413326560406269?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/109413326560406269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=109413326560406269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/109413326560406269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/109413326560406269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-am-teacher.html' title='I am a teacher'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-109335315911043621</id><published>2004-08-24T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T21:14:51.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this one's for JESUS.</title><content type='html'>hey hey Jesus... i noe i wrote this kinda long ago... but as i read it the other day... it really brought me back to the foot of the cross, to what life is all about, to what You called me to be and do.Thank You Jesus, though i cant thank You enough... this one's for YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIS HANDS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(by jas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Behold...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;His hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These that first made,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the universe, the stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Then became of flesh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Closed as an infant's palm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Treading through the multitudes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Touching, healing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;lepers,lame,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;losers, lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Then, though by man's judgement,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;scourged, and then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Nailed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Triumph it held,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;over death and sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Lifted up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;For all who would believe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Reached out to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;this lonely soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The reality of them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;soon clearly seen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;as they gently,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;clean, heal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;shape, lift,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;this wretched life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So my hands,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will be for Him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a sacrifice of praise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And then in Heaven,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the first my lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;will touch,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;His feet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;His Hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;For You Jesus, my best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Jas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"But He was pierced for our transgressions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;he was crushed for our iniquities;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Isaiah 53:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'Thank Your for this love Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thank You for Your nail pierced hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wash me in Your cleansing flow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now all I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Your fogiveness and embrace'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-109335315911043621?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/109335315911043621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=109335315911043621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/109335315911043621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/109335315911043621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2004/08/this-ones-for-jesus.html' title='this one&apos;s for JESUS.'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-109301244275841355</id><published>2004-08-20T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T22:34:02.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This one's for YOU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Heya to one and all, my dearest brothers and sisters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow... been a while since i last updated my blog yeah... well, it's not that i've been offline all this time but just havent got that well.. that idea fully formed yet. But as i was looking through so many of your beautiful and newly improved blogs, i've found that actaully you guys arn't really having a 'jolly good time' as well. Well, as i read all your expressed struggles and thoughts, i was kinda feeling very ashamed. To think i had concentrated only on my own struggles yet forget others who need that word of encouragement. Well, so this blog is just for you.. you and you... I pray that you'll find God in your struggles and see His almighty hand upon them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly... ... my dearest &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hambo sister&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love u so much too!! I'm really so amazed by ur creativity and humor.. though it can be dry sometimes.. haha.. but i really thank God for you... really... though without you i would have gotten more pocket money and more attention... i wouldn't want to exhange any amount of money for u....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up... my &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;sweetie grace&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're such a livewire. I noe that these times of adjusting and transition is really difficult.. i understand... but hold in there kay!!!! God's got your hand in His and He's not letting go!! so press in and go all the way. I noe the times where you are working when you can actaully be in service can be really tormenting... but hey... God wants His worshippers to worship in Spirit and in Truth... so it does not need to be in the mounts of Lebenon or in the church building... but make that hospital just that place of worship unto God... esp when it's Sunday service or youth or mid week.... Delight yourself in God yeah and let Him show you the many things that you will go through.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... everybody stand up now!! &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Miss Agape&lt;/span&gt; has just entred the scene!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear miss beautiful.. do you noe that you are a woman, friend and mentor that i deeply respect and love? I dunno wat to say but thanks for all that you have invested in my life and how your words of encouragement have lifted me up so many times. Hang in to God's promises and leading.. He's leading you to higher ground so get ready for the ascent!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Miss dawn/lay/zhu/ect&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many nicknames.. forgot them liao.... but hey.... you've got wat it takes for God's power and moulding!!! so continue to strive yeah... its not easy being streatched by God but it's all in the name of His glory!!!!! let His perfect love continue to shine tru u yeah?!?!? YOU GO GIRL!!!! and... ehm ehm.. welcome to the profession *wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cuite little pooh pooh.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk.. so cute.. even when you have already evolved into such a beautiful butterfly.. your still so cute in my eyes.... you're  like a dear little sister to me... hang in there for all those struggles you have yeah... and continue to have that open mind towards Jesus as He continues to renew your mind and shape your life... give Him all that you've got cos He''s all that you need. love a much much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FAITH!!!! you can move the mountains!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoyoyoyo!!!! Do you noe my dear girl... that you are a conquerer!!?!?! to me.. you have always been a fighter.... a 'ZA CAO SAN CAI' .... however the wind blow.. or ple step step.. you'll never fade.. and i noe the secret behind it all is that unceasing dependence on our Holy Father. though things seem really dreary now... hang in there and never forget what you had made up in your mind to do... to ..by the grace of God.. rise up and take the challange of taking care of someone!! hold on to His promises that He will give to you wat you need to accomplish it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My wonderful mummie&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey girl... remember you used to call me mummie?? now it's my turn!!! hey.... let me tell you something... i noe it's not easy being a mum and i take my hat off with much respect at how you are coping with mother hood... you really give ur best to your son and huband and you are a 'xian su' wife.... next time must learn from you!!!!! Hold on to God's word so that you may grow and help your husband and son to grow in God's ways yeah?! JIA YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie.. here comes the &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;'MAN'&lt;/span&gt;... or rather... the self proclaimed one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh heh.. just joking lah brother!! you noe.. you're like the brother i never had... always there for me and always checking on me.... must call you kor kor lah.. but like so weird leh!!! but hey... as i';ve always said &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;matt&lt;/span&gt;, i'm here behind you supporting you as my leader... Be assured that my prayers always have you included in it and i really appreciate how you teach/comfort/support/encourage/warn me...... i really do.... thanks so much bro!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;MR WONG&lt;/span&gt;!!! it's ur turn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dearest mr wong... you are a person that sometimes just  too deep to comprehend... you seem nonchelant about stuff but yet you are deeply aware of it.... never judging others and always having a fair mind... i always loose debates to you tsk tsk.... it's like.... really... dun judge a book by it's cover man..... you really have great potential that God can mould and use.. so be ever so open to Him and contiune to trust and seek Him for the way you should go...... and go that way though difficult...... cos He's there for you.. and He's all you need....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh... now...... &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ah teck&lt;/span&gt;..... xiao di....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime i look at you... i see a miracle..... a miracle that God has put in all our lives to remind us wat first love is all about.... you are so totally hungry for God!!!! dand tat's really great!!!! continue to trust the Lord your God and may He lead you to greater heights and&lt;br /&gt;new realizations of Him!!! continue to love and trust the Lord.. even at these times of testings ... trust in Him and remember what He has taught you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehmm.. the very dignified... &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;amos&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noe i seldom tok to you.. but just wana tell you that to me.. you are an emblem of obedience and surrender...... when i see you.... i just see that man that is so willing to submit and obey God.... let me tell you bro.. it is very very rare... esp for guys..(that normally have egos as large as it goes) .. continue to obey the Lord's leading and He will put more things in your hands....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;PA PA!!!! DADDY!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dearest  papazzzzz....... haha..... hey... u really are a man man!!!!! i'm so encouraged by your resolve to be a good example to your son and wife... continue to be faithful and see how God's gonna expand ur territory!!!! And you noe.. everytime i see you play your guitar.. i'm so happy.... so very happy that your picking up the gift that God had given you.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Father...&lt;/span&gt; i just thank You for every single one of my &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;brothers and sisters&lt;/span&gt;... i pray Lord that You &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;bind us together&lt;/span&gt; with cords that cannot be broken. Lord.. i pray that thru the difficult times that we go thru.. we will see that &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Your power be manifested in us&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that the world will noe You live&lt;/span&gt;.... Father... make us a &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;combined light that brings Your love&lt;/span&gt;.... guide us with Your everlasting arm.... we give You all glory and honor.... praise and thanks..... for Your grace.. love... truth.. EVERYTHING Lord!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love You(Jesus) and you all Lots lots lots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-109301244275841355?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/109301244275841355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=109301244275841355' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/109301244275841355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/109301244275841355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2004/08/this-ones-for-you.html' title='This one&apos;s for YOU!'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-109181002792716093</id><published>2004-08-07T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T00:33:47.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What will you give?</title><content type='html'>Will you give your &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hand&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for that deed?&lt;br /&gt;Though small and insignificant,&lt;br /&gt;To others a feat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you give your &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;To listen and not judge, to see with love,&lt;br /&gt;To give that minute of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you give the above?&lt;br /&gt;Cos it's another means&lt;br /&gt;To do show and tell&lt;br /&gt;About our Lord Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Will you give?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A hand, an ear, loving eyes, endless time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the work of the Gospel&lt;br /&gt;To Jesus Christ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then... Will you give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The world?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your world?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you've &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;known &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;all your life&lt;br /&gt;What you've come to &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People that you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;c&lt;strong&gt;herish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you give,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your world?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what you've never &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;known&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what you've maybe even&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;detested&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For multitudes of &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;faceless&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; people you&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;don't know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you give,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The world?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Your world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;story?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'And i would give the world&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To tell the story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos i noe that You've called me&lt;br /&gt;I noe that You've called me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost myself for good&lt;br /&gt;Within Your promise&lt;br /&gt;I won't hide it&lt;br /&gt;I won't hide it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus i believe in You&lt;br /&gt;And i would go&lt;br /&gt;To the ends of the earth&lt;br /&gt;To the ends of the earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For You&lt;br /&gt;Alone are the Son of God&lt;br /&gt;And all the world will see&lt;br /&gt;You are God&lt;br /&gt;You are God'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7183663-109181002792716093?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/109181002792716093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=109181002792716093' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/109181002792716093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/109181002792716093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2004/08/what-will-you-give.html' title='What will you give?'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-109111804004107848</id><published>2004-07-30T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T00:20:40.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to my avid fans</title><content type='html'>oh my dears.... see... i have not forgotton... isn't it wonderful to see such &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;beautiful &lt;/span&gt;pictures of me???? fwah... i havent been updating for long time eh.... i have some &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;good ideas&lt;/span&gt; in the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;works..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; not yet in &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;word form&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; though.... okie... well.. by the time it gets into word form.. should take another week or so... &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not too bad rite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?? muhahaha... in the meantime.. please entertain yourselves with these&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; photos&lt;/span&gt; and try to add new captions to it okie?!!?! okei u all ... &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TTFN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... 'ta ta for now'!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-109111804004107848?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/109111804004107848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=109111804004107848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/109111804004107848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/109111804004107848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2004/07/to-my-avid-fans.html' title='to my avid fans'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-109111682461983831</id><published>2004-07-30T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T00:00:24.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/10/1136/640/110_1089.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/10/1136/320/110_1089.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one is doggie and monkie........&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/7183663-109111682461983831?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/109111682461983831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=109111682461983831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/109111682461983831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/109111682461983831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2004/07/this-one-is-doggie-and-monkie.html' title=''/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-109111676279735701</id><published>2004-07-29T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T23:59:22.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/10/1136/640/111_1102.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/10/1136/320/111_1102.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miNAH and mAt!!!!&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/7183663-109111676279735701?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/109111676279735701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=109111676279735701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/109111676279735701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/109111676279735701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2004/07/minah-and-mat.html' title=''/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-109111665035573269</id><published>2004-07-29T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T23:57:30.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/10/1136/640/110_1092.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/10/1136/320/110_1092.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minah in action!!!!!&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/7183663-109111665035573269?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/109111665035573269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=109111665035573269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/109111665035573269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/109111665035573269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2004/07/minah-in-action.html' title=''/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-109050278809091998</id><published>2004-07-22T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T21:34:07.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>be STILL</title><content type='html'>dear&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;so how's it been?? so sorry that i haven toked to you in such a long time... hiazz.. i miss You... and i really had such a beautiful time with You this morning. It;s really great to hear Your voice and just read Your word.. Lord help me... that i may do this everyday!! i tend to skip a day or two.. but no good lah..to start the day with you everday is a privilidge... but hoh... in the morning i like super doper blur loh... cant achieve much.. how to survive next 3 years???? i noe i will definately be in the morning session!&lt;/span&gt;!(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pls let me be in the morning session!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;em... nvm!! i'll do a short short one in the morning and then a full one later when i get home!! haha... okie okie!! it's a date then?!!! wah.... planning for next year already.. so typical of me hoh???? cannot cannot.. must be more flexible...but the bottom line is God... that i'll spend that quiet time with You EVERYDAY......&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;You noe Lord.. i'm just so amazed by wat You're doing in the lives of my brothers and sisters.. some have it really good a nd smooth sailing.. some.. well... they meet with great challenges and difficulties. ... but overall.. i really see that Your mighty hand is uopn them and i just noe that Youre just so into their growth in spiritual life now!! so you bros and siss out there!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;it doesn't matter wat kind of season you are in... for me.. it's a season of being still before God... just wana encourage you that God is in control and in the situation, joy, sorrow,peace, chaos... wat ever it is... God is with you..(Maco) and i pray for all of you,,, esp ple in the youth... that you will cond to be faithful to the One who will share in your happiness or struggles, no matter wat... never think of letting go.. cos it's just not worth it... never think of being complacent cos it's just not the way to go.. just go on and chiong for the Lord!!! you'll never regret it....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Father i thank You for every single one of my avid fans (God.. i'm not an idol hoh) i thank You for how you are working in their lives i pray that You ( i noe You will) and they too will be faithful to the end... and may they see the victories of Your finished work in their lives! Praise You almighty God! and i love You i love You i love You!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Your precious/noti/stubborn/pretty/lazy/caring/impatient/beloved child&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;jasmine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Would u believe me if i said&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That we are the ones who can make the change &lt;br /&gt;In the world today? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would u believe me if i said &lt;br /&gt;That all of the dreams of ur heart &lt;br /&gt;Can come true today? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would u believe me if i said &lt;br /&gt;That live can be all that you &lt;br /&gt;Want it to be today? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i had wings i would fly &lt;br /&gt;Cos all that i need &lt;br /&gt;YOU are &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the world caved in ard me &lt;br /&gt;To YOU i still hold on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos YOU'RE all that i believe &lt;br /&gt;YOU''RE the ONE who created me &lt;br /&gt;JESUS becos of YOU' &lt;br /&gt;i'm FREE!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would u believe me if i said &lt;br /&gt;That GOD can make miracles &lt;br /&gt;Happen today &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would u believe me if i said &lt;br /&gt;That u dun need to wait for the answers before &lt;br /&gt;u step out in FAITH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would u believe me if i said &lt;br /&gt;That nothing is ever impossible for God!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just live ur life &lt;br /&gt;With GOD inside &lt;br /&gt;u wun regreat &lt;br /&gt;One moment of it &lt;br /&gt;Give all that u can &lt;br /&gt;for GOD &lt;br /&gt;for GOD!!!!!" &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/7183663-109050278809091998?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/109050278809091998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=109050278809091998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/109050278809091998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/109050278809091998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2004/07/be-still.html' title='be STILL'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-109015670387208402</id><published>2004-07-18T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T21:21:13.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog obligations</title><content type='html'>To my dear &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;avid fans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! i noe you've been waiting for the next post but hey.. i'm a &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;busy woman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ah.... But well... i guess this blog goes out to all you faithful ple who still continue to visit my blog though i do not update it on time.... ehm ehm... here goes... &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;long long time&lt;/span&gt; ago... in a land &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;far far away&lt;/span&gt; lived a &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;little princess&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. She had the most beautiful head of hair in the whole land. one day, as she was combing her hair, she found a &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;little&amp;nbsp;spider&lt;/span&gt; in it. The &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;little&amp;nbsp;spider&lt;/span&gt; was so afraid that he started to shiver. The &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;little princess&lt;/span&gt; picked up the &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;spider&lt;/span&gt; and said to it,"hey there little fella. wat are you doing in my hair?" &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;"i...i...i... well... i tot it was my home. so... so..so... i hid in it!"replied the&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; little spider&lt;/span&gt;, so terrified that the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;little princess&lt;/span&gt; would kill him. "ppp...lleaseee.... let.. let.. let.. let me go." well.. to the little spider's suprise, the little princess brought out a... ..... &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay folks... it's up to you to complete the story. but i need your understanding as iam already marking 38 scripts of composition, so do bear with me that i do not mark you on ur grammar or spelling... have fun!!! muahahahhahahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7183663-109015670387208402?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/109015670387208402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=109015670387208402' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/109015670387208402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/109015670387208402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2004/07/blog-obligations.html' title='Blog obligations'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-108972604942544152</id><published>2004-07-13T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T21:40:49.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You raise me up</title><content type='html'>'When iam down&lt;br /&gt; And oh my soul so weary&lt;br /&gt; When troubles come&lt;br /&gt; And my heart burdened be&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Then iam still &lt;br /&gt; And wait here in the silence&lt;br /&gt; Until You come  &lt;br /&gt; And sit a while with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You raise me up&lt;br /&gt; So i can stand on &lt;strong&gt;mountains&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You raise me up&lt;br /&gt; To walk on &lt;strong&gt;stormy seas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i am &lt;strong&gt;strong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When i am on &lt;strong&gt;Your Shoulders&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You raise me up &lt;br /&gt; To more that i can be"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lord, You have said to me rite from the start of the year that You'll raise me up. And when You raise me up.. it's not only for survival... it's to face challenges! Well... here's another one right smack in my face now... Lord... You noe this is a tough one... but... well... i've decided to take the actions and it really seems like You're helping me out by making friday not free... wonderful God... Lord... raise me on Your shoulders. i noe You will ... i believe You will... i love You Lord... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jas: i''m doing this for You God!!&lt;br /&gt;God: I'M doing THIS for you too child...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-108972604942544152?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/108972604942544152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=108972604942544152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/108972604942544152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/108972604942544152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2004/07/you-raise-me-up.html' title='You raise me up'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-108972222401141469</id><published>2004-07-13T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T20:37:04.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so........ wat do YOU want now God??</title><content type='html'>OBEDIENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i need You now&lt;br /&gt; more than ever, Lord&lt;br /&gt;Give me truth over mystery&lt;br /&gt;Because when You're around&lt;br /&gt;the uncertainties seem to fade into history"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are my strength when i am weak&lt;br /&gt;You are the tresure that i seek&lt;br /&gt;You are my all in all&lt;br /&gt;&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;Jesus, Lamb of God&lt;br /&gt;Worthy is Your Name&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, Lamb of God&lt;br /&gt;Worthy is Your Name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking my sin, my cross my shame&lt;br /&gt;Rising again i'll bless Your Name&lt;br /&gt;You are my all in all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i fall down You pick me up&lt;br /&gt;When i am dry You fill my cup&lt;br /&gt;You are my all in all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Lamb of God&lt;br /&gt;Worthy is Your Name&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Lamb of God &lt;br /&gt;Worthy is Your Name"&lt;br /&gt;&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/7183663-108972222401141469?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/108972222401141469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=108972222401141469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/108972222401141469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/108972222401141469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2004/07/so-wat-do-you-want-now-god.html' title='so........ wat do YOU want now God??'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-108947700432520711</id><published>2004-07-11T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T00:30:04.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hide... ...</title><content type='html'>"Go to the east and HIDE by the Kerith Brook at a place east of where it enters the Jordern River"&lt;br /&gt;1 Kings 17:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What God Said:&lt;br /&gt;I am your hiding place nas strong refuge. So in the times of flood or famine, come to me who is Your stronghold and HIDE in My Presence for there I will feed you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i said:&lt;br /&gt;Father, what can i say but thank You for Your love and compassion. Lord I thank You for speaking, not only to me but also the others to run and HIDE in You. Lord, without You, i really dunno what i would do. Father, I need You... We need You and Lord i exalt You above all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hide me now&lt;br /&gt; under Your wings&lt;br /&gt; Cover me&lt;br /&gt; Within Your mighty Hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When the oceans rise and thunders roar&lt;br /&gt; I will soar with You above the storm &lt;br /&gt; Father You are King over the flood&lt;br /&gt; I wil be still know You are God"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-108947700432520711?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/108947700432520711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=108947700432520711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/108947700432520711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/108947700432520711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2004/07/hide.html' title='Hide... ...'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-108920673717380397</id><published>2004-07-07T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T21:25:37.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOD@heavenmail.com</title><content type='html'>Father, if You had an e mail, i guess the add would have been that. Well... for today... i'll just imagine that You have one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: GOD@heavenmail.com&lt;br /&gt;Cc: JESUS@heavenmail.com, HOLYSPIRIT@heavenmail.com&lt;br /&gt;Subject: God... Can i have ba ku teh for lunch?&lt;br /&gt;Attachment: tears and snot.doc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey God... thanks for the help on that lego set.. Whew..... really really.. i believe i really LEARNT my lesson this time. You noe.. i thank You too that i had that oppotunity to learn a spiritual lesson too. To come with boldness to Your throne of grace. Ah yah... i was very pai seh mah...i always had to like beg You and tell You that i learnt my lesson this time around.. really loh... PAI SEH is the word..... but well.. i also learnt that it's just You to forgive and be merciful. And i really stand in awe and sing.. Who is like YOU?????? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Father, wana meet up for lunch this afternoon??? i noe the ba ku teh stall is pretty out of the way, but it's really really nice.. and i really love it!! So how???? wana go??????? reply me soon kay? so that i can prepare my stomach for lunch!!! heh heh..... okie... so i'll see u then eh?? call Jesus and Holy Spirit along lah!! then after makan we can go for Your fav coffee!! okie... got to go.. the boss is looking!!!! love u lots lots!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow..... wat an e mail!!! heh heh... but on the more serious note God, i really thank You for all that encouragement You've given me today... thru Your word.. it was really refreshing and I could really see Your hand working in the situation. I love You Lord, dats why i'm doing this.. so i pray that truly You'll see me thru. Father, i dunno any other way to do it but Your way. So Lord, even as we try to walk in Your ways,give us the courage and strength. I love You Lord, and i noe You love me so much more. So in that i will trust and lean upon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For the Lord God is a sun and sheild. He bestows favor and honor. No good things does He withold from those whose walk is blameless. O Lord Almighty, blessed is the man who TRUSTS IN YOU"&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 84:11,12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No eye has seen&lt;br /&gt;No ear has heard&lt;br /&gt;The good that the Lord has prepared for those&lt;br /&gt;Who wait on Him&lt;br /&gt;To hear His voice&lt;br /&gt;I am the Potter and you are the clay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus take me in You hands&lt;br /&gt;And make me all that You want me to be&lt;br /&gt;Jesus help me understand my purpose and what You can do through me&lt;br /&gt;Fufiling my destiny'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praising You all my days... ...&lt;br /&gt;jasmine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-108920673717380397?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/108920673717380397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=108920673717380397' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/108920673717380397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/108920673717380397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2004/07/godheavenmailcom.html' title='GOD@heavenmail.com'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-108920390175179209</id><published>2004-07-07T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T20:38:21.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ywan.... oh... is it time to enter another blog</title><content type='html'>To all my fans out there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noe that you all have missed me a lot since my last entry to the stage 1 week ago. Well see, there was a new bollywood production and they INSISTED that i be in it. So to all my advent fans... my thousand apologies dey. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-108920390175179209?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/108920390175179209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=108920390175179209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/108920390175179209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/108920390175179209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2004/07/ywan-oh-is-it-time-to-enter-another.html' title='Ywan.... oh... is it time to enter another blog'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-108860870942325621</id><published>2004-06-30T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T23:18:29.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights in the darkness</title><content type='html'>Well, i no need to do anymore explanation about the blackout that happened yesterday.. bet lots of you folks have expereinced it urself. Well, my family handled the situation quite well.Mom was in such a hurry to light the candles that she put them on a newspaper. Thankfully, my hambotic sister actaully took note and removed the candles.. well.. that's one case less for the fire emergency ple!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap... guess u all had candle light dinners/talks/sleep/conversations. For me, i had a candle in every room. As i was in the shower, i took a harder look at the candle that was before me. It's light totally illuminated the bathroom. Though darkness filled the majority of the room, that little strong light guided me so that i wont be slipping and trypping all over. I could reach for the soap, towel, my clothes and everything, with that small light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It must be really dark for You God.. in this world"... I guess the scenario that happened yesterday could easily illustrate how the world looks like to God everyday and nite. DARK. But those little lights, though small and insignificant, give hope to ple. Hey you all... the lights that i'm toking about is all of us!! We're God's little light in this dark world!! As that candle or torch that helped you thru that dark june nite, let us be God's little candles, that the light of Jesus may shine in us to give that help, love, peace, goodness and hope to the dark world ard us. Let's be that guiding light for others that they may noe the true Light of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You are the light of the world&lt;br /&gt;-like a city on a mountian, &lt;br /&gt;GLOWING in the night for all to see&lt;br /&gt;Don't hide your light... ...&lt;br /&gt;Put it on a stand and let it shine for all'&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 5:14,15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You are the HOPE&lt;br /&gt;Living in us&lt;br /&gt;You are the ROCK&lt;br /&gt;In whome we trust&lt;br /&gt;You are the LIGHT&lt;br /&gt;Shining for all the world to see&lt;br /&gt;You rose from the dead &lt;br /&gt;Conquering fear&lt;br /&gt;Our Prince of peace&lt;br /&gt;Drawing us near&lt;br /&gt;JESUS our hope&lt;br /&gt;Living for all who will recieve&lt;br /&gt;LORD WE BELIEVE'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-108860870942325621?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/108860870942325621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=108860870942325621' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/108860870942325621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/108860870942325621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2004/06/lights-in-darkness.html' title='Lights in the darkness'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-108842620804141711</id><published>2004-06-28T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T20:36:48.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me be... ...</title><content type='html'>Let me be an inspiration to my students,&lt;br /&gt;these who are well to do and &lt;br /&gt;probably have never seen failure in their lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be an inspiration to them &lt;br /&gt;to love learning and &lt;br /&gt;be humble enuf to learn from all people &lt;br /&gt;to love and serve others, &lt;br /&gt;especailly those who are more needy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be an inspiration to them to be dynamic and expressive, &lt;br /&gt;that they noe how to represent themselves before others&lt;br /&gt;and not be afraid of what others might think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be an inspiration to them of integrity and responsibility, &lt;br /&gt;that they will grow to be mature and responsible adults. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most of all Lord, &lt;br /&gt;let me be an inspiration to them &lt;br /&gt;to know You, love You, worship You and serve You, &lt;br /&gt;that You in turn, &lt;br /&gt;will be the ultimate Inspiration in their lives, &lt;br /&gt;just as You have been in mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-108842620804141711?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/108842620804141711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=108842620804141711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/108842620804141711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/108842620804141711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2004/06/let-me-be.html' title='Let me be... ...'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-108842600541968849</id><published>2004-06-28T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T20:33:25.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rivers in the deset will i see</title><content type='html'>Well Father, just missed my first day at school to recuperate. It was a great day though, spent a really great time with You this morning. Father thank You for Your assurance too, that You're taking care of things even as i rest at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You noe, i was thinking of my job scope and it's like i have to take on so many roles and responsiblities at one time, it's like balancing plates on sticks. (okay, that's chinese, how about trying to charm a snake out of it's basket)I was kinda worried about all that stuff, not to mention the kind of brains i'll be dealing with. But once again Lord You have assured me of Your strength and power to do the job, truly Your grace is more than enuf for me. I still remember the time when i first started teaching, i was pretty clueless just as well, not to mention the lack of passion for the job. But You told me thru this song, that You'll make a way and that i'll see rivers in the deset. And indeed, i did. Even as i was getting those first day jitters yesterday, You just spoke thru the service to remember all that You have done for me before and that You are ABLE to do just as much, and even more. And that beautiful song we sang again just gave me the assurance that surly Your hand is upon me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God will make a way,&lt;br /&gt;Where there seems to be no way&lt;br /&gt;He works in ways we cannot see&lt;br /&gt;He will make a way for me&lt;br /&gt;He will be my guide &lt;br /&gt;Hold me closly to His side&lt;br /&gt;With love and strength for each new day&lt;br /&gt;He will make a way&lt;br /&gt;He will make a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the roadway in the wilderness&lt;br /&gt;He'll lead me&lt;br /&gt;And rivers in the deset will i see&lt;br /&gt;Heaven and earth will fade&lt;br /&gt;But His word will still remain &lt;br /&gt;He will do something new today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-108842600541968849?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/108842600541968849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=108842600541968849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/108842600541968849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/108842600541968849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2004/06/rivers-in-deset-will-i-see.html' title='Rivers in the deset will i see'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-108834395360880701</id><published>2004-06-27T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T21:45:53.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MC qUeeN??</title><content type='html'>Oh bother... ... i HAVE to take MC on my FIRST DAY at work. Tsk tsk tsk... wonder if i'll leave the impression of being an MC queen. But i really cant help it... wat if my kids get it?? then they pass it on to other kids and more and more kids????? Then there'll be an epidemic!!!! ahhhhh.. nono.. i better stay at home.... well... it's all matthew's fault!!!!! Humph!!!! Nvm... ... i just do some explanation to my HOD... she's a nice lady, she'll understand my plight......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-108834395360880701?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/108834395360880701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=108834395360880701' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/108834395360880701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/108834395360880701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2004/06/mc-queen.html' title='MC qUeeN??'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-108825946663294518</id><published>2004-06-26T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T22:17:46.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lUNch wIf tHe ALmIghTY... ... Ba Ku Teh and Wan Tan Mee</title><content type='html'>Have you ever imagine going out to lunch with God before? Okie, i noe that He can just fill our stomachs with the wriggling of His toes, (wow, then my diet will work!), but just imagine... having lunch with God. What would it be like? Well, i had this one imagination and God and me were on our way out of the building to have lunch. There were two scenarios, let me illustrate them to you as best as i can... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCENE 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God: So jas, what would you like to have for lunch?&lt;br /&gt;Jas: Well, i really like this ba ku teh that's at the corner street. It's really nice and all that and i've eaten it before. Wana go try?&lt;br /&gt;God: Oh, lets see. You've had a good breakfast, not too heavy,plus, you'll be missing dinner later, so I guess we could go for that ba ku teh. It'll be good!&lt;br /&gt;Jas(Overjoyed): Goodie! Okie... let's go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCENE 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God: So jas, what would you like to have for lunch?&lt;br /&gt;Jas: Well, i really like this ba ku teh that's at the corner street. It's really nice and all that and i've eaten it before. Wana go try?&lt;br /&gt;God: Hmmm, you had quite a heavy breakfast just now you noe. And you're mum's cooking dinner tonite so if you eat ba ku teh, it'll spoil your appitite. Why not we go for wan tan mee? It's lighter and I noe a stall that sells great wan tan mee. Wanna go??&lt;br /&gt;Jas(Sad): Oh.... but... i really like the ba ku teh leh... tsk.....(ponders)... well, what You said was true abt breakfast and dinner. Sigh, okie then, i'll trust Your taste so... (willingly)let's go for wan tan mee lah......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well folks, hopefully the dialouge didn't confuse you. I'll leave the interpretation to you (cos i'm already very tired) and you can add some comments about your interpretation of the whole lunch conversation with God. In the meantime, pls be patient as i try to update it more frequently, cos i'm starting school soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;jas&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/7183663-108825946663294518?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/108825946663294518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=108825946663294518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/108825946663294518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/108825946663294518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2004/06/lunch-wif-almighty-ba-ku-teh-and-wan.html' title='lUNch wIf tHe ALmIghTY... ... Ba Ku Teh and Wan Tan Mee'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-108774449389834574</id><published>2004-06-20T22:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T23:14:53.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thANk YoU lOrD ... ...</title><content type='html'>Thank You Lord,&lt;br /&gt;for that beautiful smile.&lt;br /&gt;Little 'fangs'that stick out,&lt;br /&gt;and not forgetting that pout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Lord,&lt;br /&gt;for that big heart.&lt;br /&gt;Forgiving, loving, emphatizing,&lt;br /&gt;holding fast to joy, letting go of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Lord,&lt;br /&gt;for the times she had&lt;br /&gt;to even be that elder sis to me.&lt;br /&gt;That i could get some sense in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Lord,&lt;br /&gt;for this true friend.&lt;br /&gt;That helped me to grow,&lt;br /&gt;even through words of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Lord,&lt;br /&gt;for those deep times&lt;br /&gt;of relfection and sharing.&lt;br /&gt;Her teachable spirit, unquenchable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Lord,&lt;br /&gt;for the times of testing.&lt;br /&gt;When speed clashes with time&lt;br /&gt;and exasperation with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Lord,&lt;br /&gt;for her imperfections.&lt;br /&gt;Causing me to understand,&lt;br /&gt;the vulnerability of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Lord,&lt;br /&gt;for her.&lt;br /&gt;I would never want to exchange,&lt;br /&gt;anything with this precious gift&lt;br /&gt;that You have bought with Your life,&lt;br /&gt;and allowed me to have in mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Lord... ...&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-108774449389834574?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/108774449389834574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=108774449389834574' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/108774449389834574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/108774449389834574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2004/06/thank-you-lord_20.html' title='thANk YoU lOrD ... ...'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-108774342910590941</id><published>2004-06-20T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T22:57:09.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/10/1136/640/MEandAHJIE!!.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/10/1136/320/MEandAHJIE!!.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Lord... ... &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/7183663-108774342910590941?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/108774342910590941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=108774342910590941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/108774342910590941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/108774342910590941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2004/06/thank-you-lord.html' title=''/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-108743864985073553</id><published>2004-06-17T10:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T10:17:29.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/10/1136/640/101_0141.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/10/1136/320/101_0141.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo.. this the the before effect&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/7183663-108743864985073553?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/108743864985073553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=108743864985073553' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/108743864985073553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/108743864985073553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2004/06/oo.html' title=''/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-108743862521212583</id><published>2004-06-17T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T10:17:05.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/10/1136/640/101_0142.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/10/1136/320/101_0142.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooo.... TRANSFORMATION!!!!.... well Father.. i thank YOU that truly transformation comes from YOU and the only way to that is through YOUR WORD. (Romans 12:1,2)&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/7183663-108743862521212583?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/108743862521212583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=108743862521212583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/108743862521212583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/108743862521212583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2004/06/ooo.html' title=''/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-108735550098028796</id><published>2004-06-16T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T11:11:40.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We can make our plans but the LORD determines our steps. (Proverbs 16:9)</title><content type='html'>Well Father, truly words cannot express what i feel except peace, love, joy, confidence, trust and yieldedness, all i can express is through these songs... ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'i love YOU, i love You, i love YOU&lt;br /&gt; i love YOU , i love YOU, i love YOU&lt;br /&gt; i love YOU, i love YOU, i love YOU&lt;br /&gt; And my heart will follow wholly after YOU'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 'All of my ambitions,hopes and plans&lt;br /&gt;  I surrender these into YOUR hands&lt;br /&gt;  For it's only in YOUR will that i am free&lt;br /&gt;  For it's only in YOUR will that i am free'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  'In HIS time&lt;br /&gt;   In HIS time&lt;br /&gt;   HE makes all things beautiful&lt;br /&gt;   In HIS time&lt;br /&gt;   LORD my life to YOU i bring&lt;br /&gt;   May each song i have to sing&lt;br /&gt;   Be to YOU a lovely thing&lt;br /&gt;   In YOUR time&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;   In YOUR time&lt;br /&gt;   In YOUR time&lt;br /&gt;   YOU make all things beautiful &lt;br /&gt;   In YOUR time&lt;br /&gt;   LORD please show me everyday&lt;br /&gt;   As YOURÉ teaching me YOUR way&lt;br /&gt;   That YOU'LL do just what YOU say&lt;br /&gt;   In YOUR time'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR beloved child&lt;br /&gt;jas&lt;br /&gt;&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/7183663-108735550098028796?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/108735550098028796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=108735550098028796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/108735550098028796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/108735550098028796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2004/06/we-can-make-our-plans-but-lord.html' title='We can make our plans but the LORD determines our steps. (Proverbs 16:9)'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-108727079205985401</id><published>2004-06-15T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T11:39:52.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/10/1136/640/106_0611.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/10/1136/320/106_0611.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Mau! The littlest worship leader of the people in his rural village. &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/7183663-108727079205985401?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/108727079205985401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=108727079205985401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/108727079205985401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/108727079205985401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2004/06/meet-mau-littlest-worship-leader-of.html' title=''/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-108727046994244617</id><published>2004-06-15T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T11:34:29.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/10/1136/640/106_0605.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/10/1136/320/106_0605.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul magnifies the Lord, My heart rejoice in God my Saviour. For He lifts the lowly and He's done great things for me. I will sing, praise Him evermore. He is mighty and Holy is His Name!&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/7183663-108727046994244617?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/108727046994244617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=108727046994244617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/108727046994244617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/108727046994244617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2004/06/my-soul-magnifies-lord-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183663.post-108726927787984997</id><published>2004-06-15T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T11:14:37.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joshphina??</title><content type='html'>GOD!!! I can't believe it!! Am I really gona take the EM3 class?? I knew You had great things in store but... wow... this soon?!?!?! Well... i've got no excuse watsoever cos You already gave me that 'warning' when i read from 2chronicles28:20.. i was still so gungho, telling You to 'bring it on'. And well.. becareful wat you pray for... so the saying goes.... and true enuf... You did it!! Well.. ehpesians does say that You can do more that the mind can imagine or think about!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie Father.. i'm not complaning.... You have told me that the way to acesses if it's really from You.. it is to see if the task is ABOVE me.. and boy oh boy.. this one reaches to the highest heavens!haha.. but I take Your word for Joshua to be 'strong and very courageous'and to counquer the 'land' set out before me! So Father, if You would, rise me up to be Joshphina!!!!! For Your glory and honor Lord.. that Your love and light may shine through me to children who have be told by society, the education system, adults and peers that they have no hope. God.. in You.. there is hope. You have said that You have a plan for everyone and that plan is to give them a HOPE and a FUTURE.I believe so strongly in my heart and know that these children are as much, or even more, the apple in Your eye as all the other seemingly 'normal'children. For God, You are the one who lifts and defends the lowly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so honored Father, to work with You to bring HOPE to these beautiful children and to tell them the truth that they are of worth cos You died for them too. Father, i'll be stong and courageous and face this challenge, well.. if You could use Joshua, just plain ol' joshua, to conquer the lands, then Lord, I know You can use me, not Joshphina, but Jasmine, to conquer hearts for Your Glory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BE BOLD! BE STRONG! &lt;br /&gt;FOR THE LORD THY GOD IS WITH YOU!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183663-108726927787984997?l=conversationswith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/feeds/108726927787984997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183663&amp;postID=108726927787984997' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/108726927787984997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183663/posts/default/108726927787984997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswith.blogspot.com/2004/06/joshphina.html' title='Joshphina??'/><author><name>mstang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337969926301543640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
