<?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-36446818</id><updated>2011-12-17T00:26:09.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-3267702594191786184?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3267702594191786184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=3267702594191786184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/3267702594191786184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/3267702594191786184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2007/07/in-any-case-of-why-am-i-not-updating-is.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-8207653855153513617</id><published>2007-06-12T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T01:41:07.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went shopping at vivo yesterday evening and my toes were soring. thanks to val for accompanying me or i think i will have to take longer hours to complete my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;present-buying-assignment&lt;/span&gt;. anyway after walking in and out of shops and comparing this and that.... finally bought it at the last store i stepped into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the most expensive present i ever bought for anyone on my own. but i'm glad it was a good present for a good enough friend. :) sometimes some money can't be save on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a good dinner, good dessert and a good enough catch up. i guess things are just good the way they are. as long as there's a thought for a friend once in a while is good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time passes but somethings don't change with time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a love for a friend remains. i am thankful enough for that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is fair, God is good, all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-8207653855153513617?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8207653855153513617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=8207653855153513617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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really amaze me, cos he reads and watches discovery channel alot. i'm quite the opposite of him cos i i hardly read and i watch more cartoons than other shows. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after waving goodbye, i turned and i bumped into another friend, whom i havn't met for quite a while. so it's considered old friend too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-2797094252810422794?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2797094252810422794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=2797094252810422794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/2797094252810422794'/><link 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woke up to a sms today that says, "ello" from an old friend. seems like all my old friends are coming back for a reunion with me. haha! and i am pretty serious about it, cos i have been talking to a few old friends recently too. by the way, old friends means i have lost contact with them for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it takes a life time to build good friendships and a minute to break it. so very true. i will really love love to have good buddies around me when i turn 30+ and above.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-4360167138502005366?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4360167138502005366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"we send you out with blessings but it is really our lost".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;upon hearing that makes me wanna cry when i think about it now. i'm taking everything well cos more or less i am already least prepared. there's so much to go on, so much more changes that i am expecting to expect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone somewhere will move on, someone has to raise up to occasion to fill in the gap. some people has natural talent, while others have to train up that talent. i have no natural talent. i force myself to pick things up, especially in things that i have special interest in, like children. i am NOT naturally kind hearted, i choose to be so that i am able to work with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the experiences i have, make people that sees me now think that i am really good with children. if only you see how trouble i was when i first started out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every event in life is like a chapter in a book; there's an opening and finally an ending. the chapter may be long... but it still ends for the next to start. life is not base on just one event. i'm writing a closing for this chapter and starting on my new chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no trial-run in life. play it well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-2788286609212278398?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2788286609212278398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=2788286609212278398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/2788286609212278398'/><link rel='self' 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excited as the children. at the same time emerge conference 2007 is here too. yea! i need to be prepared in the spirit to receive something big this june.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe that 2007 is going to be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good &lt;/span&gt;year, after experiencing many changes and expecting more changes to come. i'm pretty confident though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently been busy with portfolio and i am so glad that i am finally done with all of them. well not quite but... lets take it that its 98% complete and i am going to stop there. on friday i will be meeting 12 + 13 student's parents. that's quite a lot of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked to raymond on monday and it was a pretty nice conversation. i like to do catching up with old friends like him cos we talk about the future then having some old friends who keep talking about the past. its like they never grow out of their old life. i hope i am able to make it for either night of his performance. it feels weird to think about meeting up after soo long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again, the human mind tends to think beyond the situation which is very often unnecessary. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-3662001053580095902?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3662001053580095902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=3662001053580095902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/3662001053580095902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/3662001053580095902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-need-more-rest-i-need-more-sleep-i.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-8823861876459076022</id><published>2007-05-03T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T01:52:30.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes its scary to take naps cos i will jump out bed or wherever i am sleeping on when i wake up as the first thing i do is to see my watch for the time. regardless of am or pm, it just makes me have that jerky feeling cos i really don't want to be late for work. argh. it happens a few time when i have short naps after my work when i get home. argh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes during saturday i have the same problem. my internal clock will wake up me and scare me then i will remind myself that it is saturday and there's no work. piew. so irritating! its like routine to wake up early daily... but thankfully i am a heavy sleeper. erm i mean i can go back to sleep anytime... no problem for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised that i am running out of time to complete my portfolio. my deadline for my nursery class portfolio will be on next wednesday. then subsequently my k1 class to due on the 17 may. weah... parents teacher conference is coming... i better buy some more "teacher-like" clothes to wear while meeting them... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today someone comment that i look like 17, a student more than a teacher. am i supposed to feel happy that i can look that young? well at least its good, cos i still can buy student meal at mac for a looonggg time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-8823861876459076022?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8823861876459076022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=8823861876459076022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/8823861876459076022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/8823861876459076022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2007/05/sometimes-its-scary-to-take-naps-cos-i.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-7628621694630531345</id><published>2007-05-01T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T02:03:51.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i slept early last night as i was really tired. yawns. like i always do, i fall asleep in front of the television again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a dream... it was weird. erm i mean it was funny. haha. anyway i guess i just miss my friend. :) to think that i was going to marry jeremy in a hurry was really a funny thought. in my dream, a lot of things really went through my mind, such as do i really like him? cos we're so much better off friends. or how are we going to live together after all that... but i struggled hard to wake up and stopped the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told him about it and he feel offended cos he feels that i think that he is not a good enough guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. jeremy is a nice guy. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-7628621694630531345?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7628621694630531345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=7628621694630531345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/7628621694630531345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/7628621694630531345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-slept-early-last-night-as-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-3776704082662831284</id><published>2007-04-28T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T23:21:29.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dream of you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just feel so weird cos people normally dream of things or people that are often in contact with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was a good dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-3776704082662831284?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3776704082662831284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=3776704082662831284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/3776704082662831284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/3776704082662831284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-dream-of-you-again.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-4638450772910192430</id><published>2007-04-28T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T23:11:13.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes silence is indeed golden. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no point talking sense to a person who talks big. &lt;/span&gt;i totally understand what my supervisor told me, "if you need something, or you don't know anything, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;open your mouth to ask&lt;/span&gt;." serious, if you are reading the bible, there is a famous saying, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ask&lt;/span&gt; and it shall be given unto you. please don't tell me you left that part out while reading the entire bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes some people are just so good at talking that they think they can smoke through almost everything. sadly to break to bad news to you, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you can't&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wo shi guo lai ren. &lt;/span&gt;i went through a lot to become who i am today. i know who are those who talk a lot and try to smoke through, its just that i don't expose you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;speak lesser and do more&lt;/span&gt;. better still &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;show results &lt;/span&gt;or else whatever you have been telling us that you are doing are considered &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dead works&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't know, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ask&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;don't have, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ask&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;don't expect things to fall nicely on your lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grow up! &lt;/span&gt;no one is there to serve you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooh. just a random comment that went through my mind on my way home.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-4638450772910192430?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4638450772910192430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=4638450772910192430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/4638450772910192430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/4638450772910192430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2007/04/sometimes-silence-is-indeed-golden.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-2060072987000147090</id><published>2007-04-27T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T23:13:25.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its coming. finally. i waited for it to come since june last year. :) yippie!!!&lt;br /&gt;1st may 2007. tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peter parker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;spidey spider man III. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/RjDX7-4pl0I/AAAAAAAAABM/VL_YlFtR4Ho/s1600-h/spiderman+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 288px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/RjDX7-4pl0I/AAAAAAAAABM/VL_YlFtR4Ho/s320/spiderman+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057779807029925698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm dying to catch it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-2060072987000147090?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2060072987000147090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-601645676701507907</id><published>2007-04-25T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T23:36:56.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all i said was, "tomorrow you bring one for me also okie?" when i was playing with aston to take away his ribena during snack time. aston nodded his head with a shy smile. charlotte and tanisha immediatly said they also want to bring for me too. i end off my&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; fun&lt;/span&gt; by shaking pinkies with three of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after my lunch break today while i went back to take over my class, vani passed me a ribena packet, just like the one i saw yesterday and told me a boy bring it for me. i had a shocked as i never expected aston to really keep his word. on a normal situation like such, children never remember. so many of them keep saying, 'tomorrow i give you this and that...' but of cos i never expect them to bring and anyway they didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the small packet of ribena really made me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i gave aston a squeesey hug, charlotte raised her hands and said, "teacher regina, i also brought a packet for you." she ran over to her paper bag and take out... this time it was even more shocking cos it was the big packet, like those you buy it off the shop's fridge at $1.30+. i double checked with her if she was sure it wasn't for herself to drink. she told me, "no, it's for you, i ask my daddy to buy for you." with that she pointed at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really let out a big smile and gave her a big teddy hug. oh btw, cos her dad is quite a pretty nice person and friendly, plus she made her dad buy it so i am more embarrassed. i reminded them a few times that when they get home, remember to tell their parents that i said thank you. strangely, charlotte frowned and asked me, "but why". i replied, "because i am being polite."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i won't want to play prank on my kids anymore. but its really sweet that they really made effort to remember. well i like days like this when i feel special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not greedy. i was just playful, like what sean comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i wonder what will i get tomorrow.... erm ops! haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-601645676701507907?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/601645676701507907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=601645676701507907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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scratched by the corner of the mahjong table. i can't explain how did the third bruise come about, rather i didn't even know i had it on me. well when it is not one of my days, i get into an "accident prone" state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleah. i hate to have blue-blacks. i never remember to apply medication and i always need to find people to rub for me. wee... they are not sadist but they help me a lot, even though it hurts quite a bit. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered that my date line is the 17th May. i have alot of work to do this weekend. :/ which is NOT a good news cos weekends are supposed for me to plan the next week's lesson plan. when you are the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;head-of-level,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it sucks&lt;/span&gt;. cos you have MORE things to do and sometimes it feels that the other party is not doing anything, cos things are given too last min by me. thus i have to do more. neh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a freak-o in cleanliness. i need to be in control of my material stuff or i will go mad in messy work area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate to control but circumstances disallow me to be letting my hair loose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-2368578554393181399?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2368578554393181399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=2368578554393181399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/2368578554393181399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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like people who like me.&lt;br /&gt;i mean who don't?&lt;br /&gt;i too love a list of people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-7482041565388154287?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7482041565388154287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=7482041565388154287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/7482041565388154287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/7482041565388154287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-love-my-short-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-6809228518413278351</id><published>2007-04-21T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T01:21:59.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one day when we get to heaven and there's a result slip, i wonder how will He grade me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-6809228518413278351?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6809228518413278351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm back with them. but nothing much as i felt the bond was disconnected. surprisingly i am more concern over my new k1 class. not because they are wild, but simply they switch character depending on who's the boss. in class, i enjoy playing boss, or rather the queen. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel that my life is like a balloon. when everything is smooth and nice, the balloon shape looks perfect and wonderful, cos the air inside is well controlled. but when sometimes i stress myself too much and its like adding air into the balloon. losing its shape and intended form, anticipating for the balloon to burst anytime. blowing up is an awful scene thus i try my best at the very last few seconds, to let air out of the balloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am encountering challenges everyday at work. challenging children with challenging parents. just handled and closed case of an incident that woke me up to see a clearer picture of myself. i feel that i have not been nice to a lot of people because i did not think nicely of them. as a result, i see the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes its really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;, the people whom you want to get attention from will not give you much and the person that you don't want to give attention to, is dying for your attention. just as much things you do to get that person's attention, is that much effort that person is doing to get your attention. i guess what goes round comes round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is unfair, a lot of things are unfair. i guess after all the changes that i am seeing everyday and all the unhappiness, though mention and not taken into any consideration, is turning my heart colder towards the whole thing. i think being a dead robot, operating as told is better than being shoot back twice as much than what you suggest. tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more changes are coming... hai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i want to start everything afresh. knowing new people and making new friends. going into a new environment. going to somewhere where no one knows me so that i can start afresh. there is nothing ever too late to do before you finally die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-1155591727243528031?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1155591727243528031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=1155591727243528031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/1155591727243528031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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moment i reached home. knowing that i needed rest than ever, i took a day off to see a doctor to get medicine for my nose, throat and eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess the last whole weekend was tiring enough just to meet really early to queue to get into SIS for the benny hinn meeting. plus it ending late and reaching home to realise that i have no more energy to work but to have enough rest to get up early the next day to queue again. a night event but a whole day is burn out. but it was worth it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left with no choice, my sunday night is extreme important for me to stay awake to rush up the lesson plans for the whole week. after much research and much reading, i finally finish off with 3 days and fell asleep while cutting some teaching aids. dangerous but i am used to it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to school on the third day was still abit weird as i was still getting use to the new class of children and their old routines that i am somehow trying to change. my own former class also has its sets of behaviour problem, which is boiling my blood. argh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my supervisor told me that she realised i have been shouting too much recently. well okie, i will try to change. i also too don't like to shout and strain my voice. not worth it to get a throat infection because of "highly irritating attention seeking children". haha. i am mean. just that my children all do not know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got over being sad about my nursery class cos i will be back with them tomorrow again. :) i guess changes will help us to learn the concept of adapting to other things even though we don't like it. i got over alot of things that had happened last week and am stronger this time to be a better teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tell-you-off&lt;/span&gt; is good to let people go further.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-1331138383809191517?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1331138383809191517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=1331138383809191517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/1331138383809191517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/1331138383809191517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2007/04/first-day-of-work-with-new-timetable.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-215356654840508951</id><published>2007-04-15T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T02:46:38.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday during their snack time, i casually asked them if a new teacher could come in to teach them. some said okie at first, and some said no immediatly. i further try to hint to them that i won't be teaching them anymore. before i could talk further, almost all shake their heads and said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO! i want you (pointing at me)... i want you."&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why?&lt;/span&gt;" i asked.&lt;br /&gt;"i want you.... b'cos i love you."&lt;br /&gt;hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a drop of tears rolled down my eyes as i see their reaction. at least i know i stand somewhere in their hearts. i too, will hate to say goodbye as their form teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i quickly asked them to finish their art work so that there will be some time left for me to spend with them. the last barney song was sang and i send them out the last time as their form teacher. closed the door behind me and cried. i felt so emotional at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most embarrassing part was when i was informing some nursery parents about the change of teacher, tears just rolled down my eyes uncontrollably. worst of all, i look terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its hard to say goodbye. though i will see them every friday... but i know, i know that the feeling won't be the same anymore... all the bondings will just drift slowly as time passes and i will really feel sad about it. lastly i also know that i have to let go and not be affected so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm an emotional freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like the government passing out the law about the increase of the GST. no matter how unhappy you may be or talk heaven to earth to hell about it... you still have to pay. just like my work, no matter what are the many crazy changes and how much we are unhappy and how much we complain, we still have to adapt to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;benny hinn's service was really good today. like what he said, twice the anointing of yesterday. i strongly believe its all about you expecting something from God in your heart and believe that you will receive it, before anything can happen. be hungry so that you can be fed not sit there and wait to be fed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-215356654840508951?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/215356654840508951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=215356654840508951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/215356654840508951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/215356654840508951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2007/04/yesterday-during-their-snack-time-i.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-5153267725640638640</id><published>2007-04-13T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T00:58:46.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>on my way home today, as i thought of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt;, tears rolled down my cheeks. maybe i am too emotional, just couldn't control my tears. i feel so weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changes are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to be good if it is said to be for the better. but what if the changes are so much that almost everyone is affected and worst of all, there is no room for discussion about the changes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like ever since the march holidays, every week there is a new "information" of the upcoming changes and recently every day there is a new change from what we hear about yesterday. so the whole information is so unstable, loop sided, so disorganized and disorientated... till the extend, i really do not know which information given by the same person can i follow through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i will be taking my last lesson with my nursery class, according to the latest memo about the new changes that will be taking place next week. emotionally not okie because i feel a lot for my kids. though after the changes of timetable, every friday i am taking them again, i guess its no longer the same again. i am not a robot. i have feelings and bonds with children are hard to build, why want to break the bonds and break my heart. i teared because i love my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing that made me sad is one of my fellow partner colleague is leaving. she had enough of all the unnecessary remarks and comments for everything she do or say. at first i didn't really like working with her as i felt that she was too bossy. after the march holidays, we had to work together as we were teaching the same level... surprisingly she is someone really easy to get along and we got a lot of things done because of her large collection of resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from that, we started to talk a lot and help each other along. she takes good care of me by showing concern for me and my life, like my auntie. thinking back working for up to 1 month closely with her can make me feel sad when i know she's resigning... what about my nursery class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saying goodbye is always hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-5153267725640638640?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5153267725640638640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=5153267725640638640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/5153267725640638640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/5153267725640638640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2007/04/on-my-way-home-today-as-i-thought-of.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-6338526204360191374</id><published>2007-04-06T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T23:33:14.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i feel that i am so lucky to be sitting beside &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good looking&lt;/span&gt; people, like today. :) haha. due to lack of seats, i sat elsewhere with my leader. guess what? sitting beside me is a good looking young boy. neat, cute, clean and smart looking. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of cos, i am focused on pastor's preaching and the drama. :) and wow, it's been a while since i comment on someone being good looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how true it is that humans are naturally attracted to good looking things. we are always so attracted to the outlook of everything before anything else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-6338526204360191374?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6338526204360191374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=6338526204360191374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/6338526204360191374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/6338526204360191374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2007/04/sometimes-i-feel-that-i-am-so-lucky-to.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-5174996550273278236</id><published>2007-03-28T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T01:05:08.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>night shows makes me laugh. morning makes me cry, b'cos i don't want to wake up. nursery class makes me feels to young, k1 class makes me feel more like a teacher where real discipline kicks in. i'm a night person but as much as i can, i make my morning, night. make myself be as awake as night in morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are many things to make you unhappy and upset. do selective listening, at least you can feel better. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-590757974802143926</id><published>2007-03-26T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T00:15:02.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everybody have their rights to be angry over a matter, depending which angle they take. like i always tell people, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one mountain top but many routes up&lt;/span&gt;. so why insist that you are only right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes sometimes i can be so WRONG for insisting that my route is the only right way, people make mistakes and sometimes we tend to be stubborn somewhere, somehow. i may be wrong for my tone of voice, but of cos i have my reasons and my angle of perspective for being upset with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;scenario #1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;child A&lt;/span&gt; has a habit of bitting people all year round and everyone knows it. one day when you are out of the classroom and you heard that someone got bitten, will your first reaction be, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CHILD A&lt;/span&gt;, again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;scenario #2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets refer to the story, "the boy who cried wolf". after a few times, people will go, "NOT AGAIN..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have constantly be doing something that upsets people, how will people know when you are trying to be serious? especially when you said you were and act like you don't? you can't blame me for thinking that way... your actions and words don't telly, don't match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodness. everyone wants to be right, yea who don't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe my eyes, my ears and my mind. you tell me that i am being rude, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okie fine&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i accept&lt;/span&gt; cos i know that sometimes i can be... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; what do you call yourself when you hang up the phone in the midst of a phone call, even though the conversation is abit heated? i&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; would rather&lt;/span&gt; you flare at me. on a second though, maybe i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; regret&lt;/span&gt; calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can be as rude as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;expect me to be. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i can only treat you the way you want me to. &lt;/span&gt;if you want to play attitude with me, i will let you have your way, just don't go overboard cos soon my A-T-T-I-T-U-D-E will come to you, then we will see who has the "best" attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;case closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes people like this, improves your character.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-590757974802143926?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/590757974802143926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=590757974802143926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/590757974802143926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/590757974802143926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2007/03/everybody-have-their-rights-to-be-angry.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-998269746700723861</id><published>2007-03-26T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T00:35:32.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes, when things we can't hold on to, we have to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; let go&lt;/span&gt;. when we let go from our hands, we also have to let go from our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;. though weird feelings some by sometimes, we know that these are past memories that we are glad to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for playing a great part. we will meet up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peixiong. i want to meet you !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-998269746700723861?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/998269746700723861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=998269746700723861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/998269746700723861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/998269746700723861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2007/03/sometimes-when-things-we-cant-hold-on.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-5453600583374678520</id><published>2007-03-26T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T00:23:55.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/RgahNWL4vpI/AAAAAAAAABA/eU072GcFg3I/s1600-h/Eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 200px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/RgahNWL4vpI/AAAAAAAAABA/eU072GcFg3I/s320/Eyes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045897683181026962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found this picture in my photobucket album. :) wow, it must have been ancient history. haha. to think of it makes me laugh cos when i was making this gift for my friend, i felt so pervert to be cutting eyes out of models from magazines and all. hehe. well, if you need the attention, here's all that you want. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-5453600583374678520?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5453600583374678520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=5453600583374678520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>after a few incidents that had happened over the week, i realised how petty i can actually get over small matters. and it is worst when one builds onto another and gets my anger up another level. this week is really one that i try my best to keep my cool. when things are not good from the start and you lost control over it, you just blow it. and i think i almost blew everything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT... things are always good when you shift focus. yes, true enough our mind is always driving towards the negative. we just need to put effort to focus on the good, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;focus on God&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am looking forward for a better week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-1447683857746980293?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1447683857746980293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=1447683857746980293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/1447683857746980293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/1447683857746980293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2007/03/after-few-incidents-that-had-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-5298369529838960766</id><published>2007-03-21T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T23:38:27.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why do people put msn nick such as, LEAVE ME ALONE, argh sick again, no one cares and so on. are they wanting the crowd's attention? or they are just expressing themselves? i guess our nicks sometimes is a good way to convey to the crowd our current situation or feelings. worst still, a msg directly for a person to see. sometimes i wish i can speak my heart out, or rather be so direct to include eg. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;XXX&lt;/span&gt; i am really upset with you, you broke my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if one day i were to put on my nick, "i am really upset today" or something about that line, will you come and talk to me because you are just being a K-Po or because you are genuinely concern about me. sometimes i wonder. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who is real?&lt;/span&gt; this has been a thought that i have been pondering about for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its quite werid. this week there are quite a few people asking me for a meet up. they seem to fall in order of days. i wonder what's the catch. did i suddenly growth prettier? nah not quite possible. or maybe people just thought of me and missed me? :) heh i will really try to make it for all meet ups, especially those people that i don't get to see for a few months time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially if i take you more than a normal friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired from all the work at work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-5298369529838960766?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5298369529838960766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=5298369529838960766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/5298369529838960766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/5298369529838960766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2007/03/why-do-people-put-msn-nick-such-as.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-1786127196150687337</id><published>2007-03-19T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T00:44:01.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>let my life bring You honour&lt;br /&gt;let my words bring You praise&lt;br /&gt;Your great love is all i want Lord&lt;br /&gt;i've nothing else to gain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i particularly like this part of the new worship song we sang this morning, felt that it really touched my heart as we sang it. yes Lord, let my life bring You honour, in everything i do. let my words be words of love that will be pleasing to Your ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;upset&lt;/span&gt; this morning, over a couple of matters. being upset seems to be wrong? and to avoid me from saying the wrong things, can i just shut up? does it kill anyone if i stop talking? i am petty, yes i admit i am. i am very D and C... but that's me. my character is like that when it comes to planning and work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't mention names, or can i? this is supposed to be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; where i can freely express how &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. but sometimes blogging makes me a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fake&lt;/span&gt; person, cos i have to write nice things to sound good. if i am bad, i'm bad. if i am mean, i'm mean. do i really care that much when i write and if the person happens to see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;let me c l a r i f y .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you happen to see your name on my blog, that means you are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on my mind&lt;/span&gt;, which falls into 2 category: &lt;span&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt;. if i wrote something good about you, smile and come back reading again. if i wrote something bad, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i don't consider it as that kind of "bad" but anyway&lt;/span&gt;, i wrote it from how i felt that moment and most of the time after i express myself, i will let go and i will really forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way sean, i am not AA (attracting attention). there are more people whom are more ATTENTION seeking than me. if you don't like, don't bother about me and don't see. that's the least you can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know the present wasn't really very well done. people focus more on ahjie's slight disappointment and feel that the present as compared to last year was a big mega difference. though i too felt the same way, but hey, i did put in much effort in the making the present. not that it was an extreme hard task to do but it the effort work. no encouragement or anything... quite sad actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm better off colouring teaching aids for my students, at least i feel so lifted up when they tell me, "teacher, very nice leh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks samuel for understanding my stand and bother to listen to my whines. and to peixiong who know my character and the way i handle things. i am thankful always for you two. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-1786127196150687337?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1786127196150687337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>the more you work with someone, more time is spend together. more time spend together,  true self and character will start to surface. i'm an easy going person. though i like to have things my way, i can offer to give in. don't push things too hard cos i am not easy to mess around with. i don't argue, i reason and i stay firm. the last resort is to show you my colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dislike people who don't do much, but talk alot. instead of encouragements, you slash cold water at us. not a single contribution on work but contribute all the critics about this and that. goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ren&lt;/span&gt;. though i am not a good tempered person, i try my best to stay calm. but when i get heated, hotter than the iron on max heat, be prepared... i can't think of what are the things i will do or can do cos i haven really get near that stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you work outside you see part of the world through the people or company you work with and for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-3596412307677706268?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3596412307677706268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=3596412307677706268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/3596412307677706268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/3596412307677706268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2007/03/more-you-work-with-someone-more-time-is.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-8926900595095176591</id><published>2007-03-15T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T02:28:05.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm scare of people&lt;/span&gt;. who is real and who is not, i can't tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;scenario #1:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one told me to be watchful, beware and stay away. another seem to be nice but yet too early to tell. the one i have to beware of became someone i can share frustration with. one is always talking without action plans. one is not bothered about everything. the last one seems clueless. the other miscellaneous people wants to have a say about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who is real?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;scenario #2:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait wait wait. waiting for the sky to fall, for pigs to learn how to climb tree, sharks to make friends with fishes... i mean its not bad to be waiting but do take effort to ask if one needs help and most importantly take initiative. even if you didn't help much, by asking makes me feel that you are still bothered. i can't stand people who thinks that others knows everything. well i don't. like i said, i am going to be lesser concern about things that don't bother or rather affect me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i care, people feel that i am being kpo. when i don't people say i am too less bothered about them. humans. how nonsense can we ever get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how can i be real?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;scenario #3:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you tell me this and then behind me you said something different. not that you back stabbed me, but you changed your lines of words within 5minutes. how fast. do i trust your conversation with me or with the third person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are which words are real to listen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;scenario #4:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when people are busy, their true colours surface, especially if a strong headed person insisted her way through of doing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are you more real when you are busy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;walking away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-8926900595095176591?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8926900595095176591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=8926900595095176591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/8926900595095176591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/8926900595095176591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-scare-of-people.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-1174243951610210375</id><published>2007-03-13T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T14:07:47.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i like to know a lot, be "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;concern&lt;/span&gt;" about everything. my dad comment, "why do you always like to be a toa k-po?" maybe i am one. i need to stop, i guess. be less concern, less bothered. make my life easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-1174243951610210375?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1174243951610210375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=1174243951610210375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/1174243951610210375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/1174243951610210375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-like-to-know-lot-be-concern-about.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-1931107356735549630</id><published>2007-03-13T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T02:40:04.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>suggesting is easy. talk is cheap. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;words without action is nothing.&lt;/span&gt; absolutely true. everyone wants to say something, everyone wants to be heard but at the end of the day, who is really doing what they say? if you don't practice what you preach, who will ever follow? gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been trying to settle as much stuff at work today. has been just enough to keep me busy and i have to entertain silly questions. anyway at work, i know there will be alot of problems that is surfacing but as much as i can, i try to keep things low. i can't deny that even in my line, there are working politics. everyone wants to have the bigGER say. if your suggestions are "against" them, better just keep quiet, cos you won't be heard. that's how it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... but in the end, everything also you do right?" - pei xiong&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't say everything. most of it. maybe its my D and C character an me that makes me feel so KPO to want to do everything. feels like i have a KPO spirit in me, always trying to make myself &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;zo-bo-eng&lt;/span&gt; (make myself feel busy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this really necessary? do i have to try to do everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a msn chat with raymond. sometimes i really thank God for such chats cos it makes you feel that someone who you hardly talk to can understand more than those you always talk to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-1931107356735549630?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1931107356735549630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=1931107356735549630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/1931107356735549630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/1931107356735549630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2007/03/suggesting-is-easy.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-5537468924404639489</id><published>2007-03-12T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T02:18:15.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm starting to feel very D when every i want to do something &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in my way&lt;/span&gt;. yes, sometimes i tend to forget about how the rest around me feel cos i'm so blinded with my opinion of how the outcome of the thing should be. my D personality is raising higher, but so what? who doesn't want things their way at times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel that the march holidays is burned. apart from work, i really have no time for myself to really do what i enjoy. i long for a good night's rest... very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-5537468924404639489?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5537468924404639489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=5537468924404639489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/5537468924404639489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/5537468924404639489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-starting-to-feel-very-d-when-every-i.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-2334929656852534891</id><published>2007-03-09T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T23:35:05.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/RfF2PAQQuZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/hRYBcQXbkbY/s1600-h/stickman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039939458142615954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="196" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/RfF2PAQQuZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/hRYBcQXbkbY/s320/stickman.jpg" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;person A (left) showing a pic to B.&lt;br /&gt;B: this doesn't look anything like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of the time, we deny who we really are. well i would say, we just appear differently to different people we meet from time to time. its getting scary to work at my work place. sometimes i feel that i am a little two-face too cos of the different approach i take to talk to different people. i don't aim to please them but i just want to have &lt;strong&gt;peace. &lt;/strong&gt;already enough problems and changes at work place that is causing us to be unhappy, plus my pay problem. why do you think i would want to find myself another problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i believe in one-ear-in-one-ear-out. listen. listen. LISTEN. don't comment too much also cos you get yourself into alot of trouble if you are mis-quoted by others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;who is the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you?&lt;br /&gt;- the one in front of your mirror?&lt;br /&gt;- the one daydreaming?&lt;br /&gt;- the one in front of your boss/leader?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- the one at work/school?&lt;br /&gt;- the one facing crisis?&lt;br /&gt;- the one with friends?&lt;br /&gt;- the one in front of your family/love one?&lt;br /&gt;- the one in front of God?&lt;br /&gt;- the one who you are still in search for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;what is real and what is not?&lt;br /&gt;who's real and who's not? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;how do you know? can you really feel it? what if the person is so good with the act? what if you were deceived all along? what if this person's character is made up in your wild imagination?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i am not, therefore i think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i think, therefore i am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-2334929656852534891?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2334929656852534891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=2334929656852534891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/2334929656852534891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/2334929656852534891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2007/03/interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/RfF2PAQQuZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/hRYBcQXbkbY/s72-c/stickman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-4044296918587813959</id><published>2007-03-07T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T00:28:52.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2007 is going to be your best year yet. yea, everyone and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. i am struggling to break out of my slackness. but yet i feel that i have so much to do all the time. my hands are busy, my mind is thinking but my body is not moving. brain-half-dead. but thank God things somehow hit for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just telling qinsi that, sometimes when we are in our walk, yes we may keep walking down but when you reach a stage where there is no more way down, you have to go &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt; once again. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-4044296918587813959?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4044296918587813959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=4044296918587813959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/4044296918587813959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/4044296918587813959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2007/03/2007-is-going-to-be-your-best-year-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-405316528012769070</id><published>2007-03-04T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T02:38:30.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how much can you go through, before you finally want to give up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am connected with the mobile line again. bad news number #2, i lost all my contacts in my previous sim card. OMG. sigh* i really have to go around asking for numbers again. oh well, at least asking from those people i want to have contact with first. thank goodness i have some numbers in my old phone's memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stopped thinking that the person will be convicted. i am waiting for a blessing in disguise. haha. :) maybe a nice 3G phone to come. that would be good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-405316528012769070?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/405316528012769070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=405316528012769070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/405316528012769070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/405316528012769070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2007/03/how-much-can-you-go-through-before-you.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-7072384251990720611</id><published>2007-03-03T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T02:46:17.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i enjoy good dreams that i don't remember. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how irony. people like to remember the good ones while i prefer not to. well i guess if i do, i tend to daydream a lot on that sweet dream, that can only happen in dreamland.com and never in reality. thus i figured that i rather have no dream and give me a good rest. :) sleeps without dreams are good cos they don't make you force yourself to try to recall what you dreamt or think about where did the dream stopped at and wonder what happen later or even get upset with the person who woke you up from your sweet dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like to be screamed at when i wake up, especially before i go to work. it will surely affect my mood. i enjoy mornings with enough words exchanged and more than enough time to prepare. i don't like people to keep reminding me of the time when i already know i have to hurry. to be honest, i don't like to wake up so early in the morning. haha. unless i have alot of rest the day before. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-9208519707843520044</id><published>2007-03-03T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T02:14:05.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i lost my chocolate. b'cos i was running late for work. i hop on the cab and as soon as i reached my destination, i flew out. and that's how maybe i didn't realised that my phone slipped off my jacket's pocket or something. :/ sadly, i only found out 2 hours later. sigh* i felt so angry with myself for being so careless the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that two days is already over, and there's no news about the phone, i guess its goodbye. though i am still believing in a miracle that the person gets &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;convicted&lt;/span&gt; and returns the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was still sad about it today at work. plus my own students seems to go all out to try to murder me by forgetting every single thing i told them and simply doing all the opposite things. during the next nursery class, i went in to do chit chatting with the children. i have a few dearies that i really like in the pink class, ashton, joshua, johanna, munchi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was talking with johanna asking her why does she always shout for me from her block when she sees in the the afternoon with my k1 class during PE. she paused for a while and replied, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;because i love you&lt;/span&gt;!" at first i thought i heard wrongly so i asked her to repeat what she said. without a second thought, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love you teacher regina.&lt;/span&gt;" it really blew my mind. seems like all the troubles were lifted off my head. she made me feel so so loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my class too, i really enjoy the hugs they give me before they go home. cos it makes me feel important in their lives. i received a praise report from my principal that sheri's grandfather sang high praises of me. to think that he used to think that i am like a big child. wow! it sure made my day to know of so much good things that came in after the loss of my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing that made me really smile with my heart is andrea's results. so proud of her. :) and i was so touch that she shared about me being there for her in the midst of her "dark exam period" during testimony. almost moved to tears. but tears of joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm back to serve tomorrow. yippie!! :) and sunday i have my ministry lunch. cool. yeah. hoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-9208519707843520044?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/9208519707843520044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=9208519707843520044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/9208519707843520044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/9208519707843520044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-lost-my-chocolate.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-6856812310289539056</id><published>2007-02-26T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T19:41:02.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last weekend was one of the longest. haha. i finished watching my show, went to help out for my cell group's steamboat dinner, rush down to sentosa, played indian poker, went for supper, watch classmates test drive and do parking, drive through cemetery, went back to resort, laugh, talk nonsense, sleep, nap, rush home, wash up, rush out for service....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had so much fun. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-6856812310289539056?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6856812310289539056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=6856812310289539056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/6856812310289539056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/6856812310289539056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2007/02/last-weekend-was-one-of-longest.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-3256983739179179393</id><published>2007-02-24T03:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T19:30:58.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i finally finish watching my show, &lt;strong&gt;war and beauty&lt;/strong&gt;. awesome show of how women fight to survive in tough environment. not much of laughing scenes as the title explains. the whole show is always on the climax of their jealousy that leads to evil plots and lastly concequences. as i watch the show, i could feel the&lt;strong&gt; pain&lt;/strong&gt;, the&lt;strong&gt; anger&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;strong&gt;heartaches&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;strong&gt;satisfaction&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;strong&gt;anxiety&lt;/strong&gt;... of the characters. constantly wondering why did &lt;em&gt;so-and-so&lt;/em&gt; do such a thing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;maybe i am too &lt;em&gt;into&lt;/em&gt; the show, so much that, without realising, i spend my whole night to finish the last third of the show. gosh. just like what i always do when i want to watch a certain drama series. just that now i break them down to watch. age is catching up, oh i mean i have to work the next day so i can't afford to watch through the night, except weekends. dvds are good. cos you don't have to keep changing disc. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i love the words in the show. i wish i have time to recall and write it down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-3256983739179179393?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3256983739179179393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=3256983739179179393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/3256983739179179393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/3256983739179179393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-finally-finish-watching-my-show-war.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-91665246420563229</id><published>2007-02-22T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T01:16:06.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sometimes i wish i can be nicer friend.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish i can be wiser at choices.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish i can be better at work.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish i can be faster in things i do.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish i can be more hardworking.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish i can be more efficient.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish i can be more daring.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish i can be free to express myself.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish i can be a good friend for myself.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish i can be rest more.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish i can be more appreciative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes sometimes sometimes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish i can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;be controlled so i don't lose control&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let Him be in control. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-91665246420563229?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/91665246420563229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=91665246420563229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/91665246420563229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/91665246420563229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2007/02/sometimes-i-wish-i-can-be-nicer-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-527580634723141364</id><published>2007-02-22T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T00:39:18.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>on my way to the toilet today, a parent who was in classroom came up and ask me, "are you the teacher?". looking puzzled, i told her i am, but am not the form teacher of her son and then pointed to veronica who was conducting her class. anyhow, she walked up to me and passed me a red packet and said, "come, take. happy new year."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. so interesting. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teck sheng came to class with a nice paper bag of two mandarin oranges and a handful of sweets in it. after saying happy chinese new year to me, i asked if the bag was for me. he held tightly to it and looked at me blankly. suddenly his grandfather came to the door and said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boy ah, give it to your teacher lah.&lt;/span&gt; (in chinese)" he smiled and passed me the bag. just as i put down the bag and turned my head, he took back the bag and took out sweets and started to distribute the sweets to his friends. haha. how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;interestingly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sweet &lt;/span&gt;of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's a sweetie. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/Rdx1I_xYGBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6oyRERXnAy4/s1600-h/img001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 193px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/Rdx1I_xYGBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6oyRERXnAy4/s320/img001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034027280911308818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;n2 yellow class. class of 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;happy chinese new year party. look at ridzuan in his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;long pao.  &lt;/span&gt;i think he look doubly cute. too bad i didn't had my camera with me, cos its enjoying its life in perth. my camera has a better life than me, it travels overseas more than me. i'm jealous. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/Rdx1I_xYGBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6oyRERXnAy4/s72-c/img001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-5723243164399154605</id><published>2007-02-20T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T18:29:30.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had this dream last night, that seems so real. a part of it seems to be an unplayed scene of my life, being reviewed in my dreams. somehow it explains why things happen this way and helped me to see things from another angle. sometimes i do believe that our dreams are telling us somethings that we fail to see in our daily busy life. or sometimes, it just gives you a fantasy to take away your frustrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i enjoy having good dreams that i don't remember after i wake up. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just changed my pc and my monitor. yippie! i supposed i should be happy, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-5723243164399154605?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5723243164399154605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=5723243164399154605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/5723243164399154605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/5723243164399154605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-had-this-dream-last-night-that-seems.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-8336769396187125836</id><published>2007-02-11T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T23:07:39.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i learn a lot today. sometimes it is good to live in a life where you only tell when being asked, or tell when necessary. :) nothing worth to let the whole world know about. my life is ordinary, unless if you are interested, you will read more about it through me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i received the best gift ever today: green peas peanuts with wasabi. thanks &lt;b&gt;andrea&lt;/b&gt;. the words on the card make me feel so loved. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-8336769396187125836?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8336769396187125836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=8336769396187125836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/8336769396187125836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/8336769396187125836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-learn-lot-today.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-8732241438776450662</id><published>2007-02-05T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T23:07:39.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow! i just read my tag board after so long, okie not really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; long, just about a few days. thanks phileo for the note. his note really encourages me and to tell, to remind myself that i am the best and i therefore have to do my best. apart from trying, i have to really DO IT. just like what nike says, just do it. haha. thanks phil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently things have hit a nice turn at work. students are more well behaved, more things to laugh about at work. at least i feel happier when i see all my students. i'm feeling a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little sad&lt;/span&gt; now that my ex-students no longer &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to greet me or rather they are so adapt to their form teacher now that they feel no need. hai. to let go to be free. they're no longer my students, but they will forever be my most favourite students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/RcdHp4HpP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/hN9dOWOu--A/s1600-h/img241.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 183px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/RcdHp4HpP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/hN9dOWOu--A/s320/img241.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028066293747105650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;class of 2006 : k1 daisy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;not the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt; photo cos two didn't turn up on that day. but nice enough for me to think of them one day when i grow old. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-8732241438776450662?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8732241438776450662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=8732241438776450662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/8732241438776450662'/><link rel='self' 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probably its due to some wrong chemical reaction in my body, i am feeling tired a little easier. after teaching my nursery class, i feel no energy to help buy lunch for the rest and i just want to sleep. i think i need a longer time to adapt to the full time life. :/ bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel that once you are nice for once or a few times, people tend to take advantage of you. example: everyday because my nursery class ends the earliest, i will tend to buy my lunch and help the rest to get, out of good will. okie, so today i was really feeling lazy, don't feel like doing anything after my first class but to rest, one colleague asked, "eh you not going to buy food today?" holding money in her hands, so ready to pass me. her tone sounds as if why am i not doing it today? crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i am petty, cos you may think that since its on the way, should just help one another. i am really fine about it but ... sigh. its me.&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-1320208166588521512</id><published>2007-01-30T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T23:44:35.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want to excel at work.&lt;br /&gt;i want to excel at work.&lt;br /&gt;i want to excel at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to be a good teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may be wild, but i can try to be nice too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-1320208166588521512?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-5116983272762924382</id><published>2007-01-30T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T23:40:41.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i don't understand. i feel that i have to work harder at work. i am trying my best, trying my best for the children. trying my best to be a good teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i were to rate myself upon 10, i guess i am only 3.5/10. failed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-5116983272762924382?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5116983272762924382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>just when i thought that everything has settle down, but i know more changes are taking place. didn't people all say that changes are good, well i guess it does not apply for every case. a few teachers &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;might be&lt;/span&gt; leaving and more coming in. gosh, how sad for the kids to keep trying to adapt to new teachers especially in just one month, worst when they are still so young, when adapting to a new person is quite a hard thing for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spoke to my mentor today, she commented that i have to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more firm&lt;/span&gt; in order to get through the rest of the year well. time for play, time to joke, time for lesson and time for serious. probably i am seen as a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; good-to-bully teacher&lt;/span&gt;, because i try to get into their lives to understand them. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; they haven't seen &lt;u&gt;my true colours&lt;/u&gt; yet. wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did a mistake in class today and i regretted my actions. reflections are good. though it makes me feel bad about my day, but at least i can try to amend my mistake in the next few days. its not about the actions or reason/explainations but all about the intention. you may appear good with big actions but still have evil intentions on the inside. on the other hand, good intentions from the inside but not expressed well on the actions or words you used. i hope i may not fall into any but be on the border line: balanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to manage my expectation level for my children. i have to be more S than C. strike a balanced between D and I. my current is ISDC... not sure how true it is.  of well personality test are just so to make you feel that you are this or that kind of person. how true is it to an extend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-5014404593204351637?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5014404593204351637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=5014404593204351637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/5014404593204351637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/5014404593204351637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-when-i-thought-that-everything-has.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-6187843003536164926</id><published>2007-01-22T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T22:38:27.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been doing a lot of things but it only seems to be a week that has just passed. wow! i'm amazed at how much things i have done last week. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally this week more or less i am more adapting to the working full time lifestyle. teaching 6 hours a day is sure not easy especially when you have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;difficult&lt;/span&gt; children. i used to have top 8, now it dropped to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mr tan&lt;/span&gt; and him alone. cos i managed to control the rest already. worst or maybe challenging enough, i just got a transfer student from the next-door-class. he's almost like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mr tan&lt;/span&gt; just that it is easier to tame him. if you observe my class, half the time i am calling out to the both of them to sit properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should buy some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;super glue &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rope. &lt;/span&gt;haha. :) kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-6187843003536164926?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6187843003536164926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=6187843003536164926' title='0 Comments'/><link 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way till the end of prayer meeting. and it helps me to save some supper money. gee. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to work tomorrow. i am half worried, half excited. what's wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my job, right? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-8690879656840246761?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8690879656840246761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=8690879656840246761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/8690879656840246761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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its not really serious, but its not healthy enough to report to work. -_-, what if parents are upset with me or blame me if their child gets sick too? i can't bare that kind of responsibility. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strong. healthy. that's my aim for the year 2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-1551779477035178713?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1551779477035178713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=1551779477035178713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/1551779477035178713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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without covering nose plus due to the sudden change of weather. eye sore is probably due to lack of rest. hai hai hai. i need to be well, i can't fall sick. i have to be strong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-7849306088289563010?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7849306088289563010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=7849306088289563010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/7849306088289563010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/7849306088289563010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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italic;"&gt;under controlled, &lt;/span&gt;but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; for my this new batch of students. they need more practise and  before they can reach that level where i can let them play the whole day and not cause any trouble. apparently having &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mr tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in class, doesn't help me to visualise my goals... but thank God for television. i was able to at least keep them occupied. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm losing my voice... half of it is gone with the calling for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mr tan. &lt;/span&gt;he's really cute but it's IRRITATING when he does all the wrong thing at the wrong time. he likes to call me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jie-jie, &lt;/span&gt;runs around in class, run from class to class to look for me when i am not in the chinese classroom [i'm looking for you, why are you here? (he said that in chinese)], make me laugh with his innocent expression and going WAY-OUT-OF-FLOW when i am supposed to be angry with him. HAIz! HELP. i am screaming for help. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone gives me a look when i tell them that my profession is a teacher. as i explain, preschool teacher, they then smile. do i so not look like a teacher? or it is my dressing? i need to change my dressing. cos i have more skirts than pants, more sleeveless tops that is not appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money to fall from heaven, money to grow on trees, money to be rooted from ground, money to be planted in pots... money money money! $$$&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-116861967245093292?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/116861967245093292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=116861967245093292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116861967245093292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116861967245093292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2007/01/audrey-down_12.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-116853807770113045</id><published>2007-01-12T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T01:54:37.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you wanted something that didn't have and you push your way through. trying so hard to get it, still you didn't. trying again and again makes the intention of wanting it originally  diluted. at the end of the day, when you finally got/have it, you then realized that it isn't what you really want. you, probably just, want to believe that you are able to get/have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it so weird how the world works?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sharing makes you grow. submit.&lt;br /&gt;be firm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;be strong&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stay strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-116853807770113045?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/116853807770113045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=116853807770113045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116853807770113045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116853807770113045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-wanted-something-that-didnt-have.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-116852284677810235</id><published>2007-01-11T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T23:52:23.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i'm losing a little of my voice. thanks to my k1 rose, especially my top 8 students. but today, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i manage to grab the hold of the correct button to control them. well, its all about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;writing letters&lt;/span&gt;. well its all about hitting at their weakest point: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the fear of their parents&lt;/span&gt;. haha. i really have no choice but apparently it works. but i know it won't work for too long... but lets hope it can last as long as can be. :) hai. being a teacher also have to come up with tactics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm investing... investing on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pi pa gao. &lt;/span&gt;hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh audrey is leaving, going back to admin jobs. she said teaching is always been a challenge to her and she cannot stand children. well, i think she is doing the right thing. if you can't stand children, please don't force yourself and be unhappy everyday, it affects your whole life. kids nowadays are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO LONGER&lt;/span&gt; as easy as the past, where you can do anything to them. now, they have a bigger backing, their parents. plus, they are getting smarter at talking back, getting on your nerves, boiling your blood, irritating you. yes, that's why some TOP __ kids are good at. but beneath all these, they are always so cute, so sweet. :) and i love working with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teaching is always a challenge to many people. it's indeed one of my biggest challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-116852284677810235?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/116852284677810235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=116852284677810235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116852284677810235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116852284677810235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-losing-little-of-my-voice.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-116835104870318067</id><published>2007-01-09T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T21:57:28.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>monday was a good day at school. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mr tan&lt;/span&gt; didnt turn up for class. it was much easier to teach the class yesterday. :) but he's back today. i seriously can't handle him yet. how? maybe i am not fierce enough? but apart from him, there are the other 7 highly popular kid in my class that demands more attention than the other 13. which also means, the other 13 needs my attention, but not as much as the TOP 8. sounds like some star awards with TOP 10 most popular artist. but mine is TOP 10 most "on my nerves" kid. haha. i already have 8 and i know who are the upcoming 2 going up my list. i spend half my breath calling for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mr tan&lt;/span&gt; and the other 3/8 on the TOP 7 and last 1/8 for the other students. so you can imagine how happy i was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIVE ME MORE POWER... wahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-116835104870318067?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/116835104870318067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=116835104870318067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116835104870318067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116835104870318067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2007/01/monday-was-good-day-at-school.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-116805843967686650</id><published>2007-01-06T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T12:40:39.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just received a news that i am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; having 2 more students in my k1 class. best of all is they are foreign  students. is makes me worry cos my best language is either english or chinese. apart from that is my own best "hand action motion" language. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i was so so glad that my nursery girl only cried for 15mins yesterday, as compared to the first 2 days where she cried that whole day. gosh! it was bad. sometimes i thank God for the experiences i have with young children in my ministry. i have acquired the skills of handling with crying children. hee. :) but of cos i don't want to say i am a expert...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when monday comes... haha. i hope they wont be affected by the weekends and not want to come back. but i have alot of confidence in my nursery class. they are all so so CUTE. especially when i am blessed with a handful of responsive children. :) winks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k1. argh. lets talk about them another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-116805843967686650?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/116805843967686650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=116805843967686650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116805843967686650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116805843967686650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-just-received-news-that-i-am-maybe.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-116793113189084325</id><published>2007-01-05T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T01:18:52.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one goodie class, one a little not too goodie class. it makes your day, somehow. (`~`) i can't really smile. it just balanced up the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;famous names that i call out all afternoon long: aston, joel, teck sheng, rohan, yue jun... 3 of which are my "heavenly king". oh well, one didn't come today. then i realised that in fact there are more than 4 "heavenly kings".... ARGH! worst, i realized only today that i only have 7 girls in my class and that means there are 13 boys. woHOHO! how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i pray i pray i pray PRAY &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hard&lt;/span&gt;. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jennifer said she has something for me. :) whee!! how sweet of her and i am going to receive it tomorrow. whatever it is, i guess i will really like it. cos it makes me feel so so loved that my students remember me even after the holidays. plus they buy gifts or enjoy giving me stuffs. haha! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE PRESENTS&lt;/span&gt;... ops i mean, i think i must have really been too good to them last year that i am able to reap what i have. :) i miss them, my k1 daisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be strong to survive this battle! the battle is only for the strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-116793113189084325?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/116793113189084325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=116793113189084325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116793113189084325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116793113189084325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-goodie-class-one-little-not-too.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-116782938188240891</id><published>2007-01-03T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T21:03:02.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back to school... erm i meant &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;work. &lt;/span&gt;well i guess all the last minute touch ups and all did save some of our faces as we open doors to welcome the children. i was up all early, as early as 6am all by myself, some big miracle of the year. audrey and miss tan were all so shocked off their pants when they found out that i reached at 7.15am. big deal. heh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really interesting as this year i am taking the morning nursery class and the afternoon kindergarten one class. it so happened that my previous class students were all in the morning shift. thus some parents brought their child to my class, without looking at the class signs. haha. they were all, "eh, miss neo you are not teaching them k2?". smiles. they like me right? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after my hour's of first day of school orientation with my nursery, i went over to the k2 classes to pay a visit to my students. its either i look funny or they are cute, they can't stop giggling and smiling when they saw me. anyway i think they missed me. or rather zuen and a few others told me they did. :) wee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah, my nursery class is okie, the kids are responsive and they are quite cute. :) they are quite independent and sweet!  only one cried... but its a miracle, cos everyone expected my class to have the MOST crying children. i try not to be to happy as i won't know what will the kids give me tomorrow. aww. but i believe in prayers, i prayed before i start work, so it should be fine, as long as i am faithful in praying... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k1, alright i guess. playing and doing nothing the whole day is BORING. i really hate it. but no choice its the orientation week, i need to get the students to get use to school life all over again, especially the transition from the nursery class and worst still from home. cos some never go to nursery before. sigh* but i will stay strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKFULLY, my principle transferred 3 students over to the other k1 class as i had 23 at first and she only had 18. and the 3 students are ARHHGGHH!!! kill me to teach them. haha. ops i mean, i will try my very best if i ever have them as students. but sorry &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! why? cos i already have "4 heaven kings" of being famous since nursery. i observed them today, they are pretty sweet and cute... but they hold up to their description:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;extra&lt;/span&gt; attention seeker&lt;br /&gt;2. mischievously mischievous&lt;br /&gt;3. interruptive&lt;br /&gt;4. wrong flow...&lt;br /&gt;haha* just a rough description. :) there are other students, i have yet to mention... cos i think everyone is going to bored if you keep reading me talking non stop about my students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know is it i love my job or what. i just can't stop talking about my students. it's like they are so close to my heart. mainly i love them i guess. :) talking about it, i miss my k1-daisy students much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-116782938188240891?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/116782938188240891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=116782938188240891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116782938188240891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116782938188240891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2007/01/back-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-116766870817114465</id><published>2007-01-02T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T00:25:08.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOW we REST our VOICES.. the show is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it has been such a long week ever since the pre-christmas week till the end of the year. meetings, prayer meetings, meeting up with friends, ministry, christmas services, family dinners and gatherings, thanksgiving cell meetings and planning, conference calls, msn meeting, movie-ing, buying award presents... plus working in the midst of all these ongoing stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the year ended well, i guess. have so much to say but i cant think of what to upload. when my brain is functioning well again... i'll load some interesting things to share. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-116766870817114465?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/116766870817114465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=116766870817114465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116766870817114465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116766870817114465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2007/01/now-we-rest-our-voices.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-116742643164746793</id><published>2006-12-30T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T05:07:11.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>politics. sigh, sometimes i wonder what's up with teachers nowadays. not practicing what they preach. one moment telling children to love one another, the next moment talk bad behind another colleague. scary. looks like you have to always beware of people. the world is so...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; beautifully&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UGLIED&lt;/span&gt; by such people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i heard that i am my "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;principle's pet"&lt;/span&gt;. yea whatever! if i am a pet, what kind would i want to be? a fish or dog or .... -_-. just because of somethings i did and talking more to her made me her pet. well, to think of it, to really be a pet of your boss/supervisor, without doing anything great or significant, means you are sure &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;something &lt;/span&gt;(referring to the good part). i don't really remember that i had a lot of praises from my principle to me, its always more of reminding me to put a stop to last minute work and a lot of work related stuff. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pet. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe that we should learn to keep quiet at many times. smart is good enough, don't act or play smart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-116742643164746793?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/116742643164746793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=116742643164746793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116742643164746793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116742643164746793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2006/12/politics.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-116715327180576959</id><published>2006-12-27T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T01:14:31.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some people are out there to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;make people angry&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;some people are out there to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;irritate you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;some people are out there to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;be so sensitive about everything&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;some people are out there to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;make things complicated&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;some people are out there to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;create trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such people are really so free to be doing such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, i am a little irritated by someone who constantly gets sensitive over little issues like, "are you angry with me?", "you guys unhappy with me?", "er, what you guys talking about?" and such. i mean, why can someone be so sensitive is because there is lack of security. or what else can it be? to be KPO? seriously, i just have to say, sometimes you have to be there to understand the point, or rather you have to be fast enough to catch the conversation to understand the point. i dislike retelling conversations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember i have a badge that says, i don't like to repeat myself. or it goes something along that line. true enough, some of my friends say i am really like that. oh well. who likes to keep repeating themselves? certainly not me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-116715327180576959?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/116715327180576959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=116715327180576959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116715327180576959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116715327180576959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2006/12/some-people-are-out-there-to-make.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-116706928594690094</id><published>2006-12-26T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T01:54:45.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;" &gt; If a doctor, lawyer, or dentist had 40 people in his office at one time, all of whom had different needs, and some of whom didn't want to be there and were causing trouble, and the doctor, lawyer, or dentist, without assistance, had to treat them all with professional excellence for nine months, then he might have some conception of the classroom teacher's job.  ~Donald D. Quinn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BINGO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love being a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;i appreciate people understanding my job scope. :)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-116706928594690094?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/116706928594690094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=116706928594690094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116706928594690094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116706928594690094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2006/12/if-doctor-lawyer-or-dentist-had-40.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-116706878654596868</id><published>2006-12-26T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T01:47:49.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt; Not what we say about our blessings, but how we use them, is the true measure of our thanksgiving.  ~W.T. Purkiser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so true so true. if we are just waiting for the blessings to come to pass by doing nothing, it is almost like not hearing them. :) chinese proverd, shou zhu dai du. waiting for things to happen don't always happen in a lifetime. if you think you have nine lifes like a cat, you can try using 4 life time waiting. haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sean said i am on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quote virus&lt;/span&gt;. haha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-116706878654596868?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/116706878654596868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=116706878654596868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116706878654596868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116706878654596868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2006/12/not-what-we-say-about-our-blessings.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-116706609559114554</id><published>2006-12-26T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T01:01:35.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>suddenly i feel so much like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;changing&lt;/span&gt;. to grow up much much more in my thinking. i have NOT been childish but i just feel that i want to grow up more maturely in my thinking. i want to do more. everything can be less but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;actions must be more&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt; Thanksgiving, after all, is a word of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;action&lt;/span&gt;.  ~W.J. Cameron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway action speaks louder than words eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm inspired by You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-116706609559114554?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/116706609559114554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=116706609559114554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116706609559114554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116706609559114554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2006/12/suddenly-i-feel-so-much-like-changing.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-116705860454782493</id><published>2006-12-25T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T22:56:44.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have to stop making myself create silly fantasy over nothing. i lost it. i let go of good chances myself. i just want to say i am happy that things are not the way i wanted it to be. cos to see you happy with where you are now is more happier than anything. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have the courage to say&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i love you&lt;/span&gt;, but i dare to say, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i really like you alot&lt;/span&gt;, very much as my good friend. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-116705860454782493?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/116705860454782493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=116705860454782493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116705860454782493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116705860454782493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-have-to-stop-making-myself-create.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-116705725539711767</id><published>2006-12-25T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T22:34:15.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i noticed that i have take a slight, or maybe quite big, change in my character. i become &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;less&lt;/span&gt; caring, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;less&lt;/span&gt; bothered, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;less&lt;/span&gt; concern, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;less&lt;/span&gt; interested, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;less&lt;/span&gt; supportive, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;less&lt;/span&gt; energy... lesser of a lot of other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to work out my life. or just lose everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-116705725539711767?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/116705725539711767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=116705725539711767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116705725539711767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116705725539711767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-noticed-that-i-have-take-slight-or.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-116681241092107836</id><published>2006-12-23T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T02:33:30.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>christmas is coming.&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;jingle bells jingle bells....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-116681241092107836?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/116681241092107836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=116681241092107836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116681241092107836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116681241092107836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-is-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-116681024051686407</id><published>2006-12-23T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T02:32:13.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3754/345/1600/430328/IMG007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 201px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3754/345/320/266113/IMG007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;when you see this, it just simply means i just came back from a GREAT show. awesome! :) i am so impressed by all the actor and actress, and most importantly all of their &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;facial expression&lt;/span&gt;. i must say the king is surely the king and so is the queen of movies, their acting is super good and i think they have pretty good &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mo-qi&lt;/span&gt;. :) anyway the whole point still goes back to my most favourite prince jai. woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3754/345/1600/563778/jay%20movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 247px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3754/345/320/999194/jay%20movie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;his role is simple but great! "xiao" - unconditional love respect and loyalty for one's parents. regard as the highest regards in the chinese culture. :) i love his role. because of the love for his mum, he died. and i teared. :/ the ending song ended the whole movie really well. nice lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh to end of, director zhang said, curse of the golden flower is like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"gold and jade on the outside, rot and decay on the inside". &lt;/span&gt;what ever looks good on the outside doesn't mean anything. cos on the inside, it's rotting. that's probably why it is a cursed. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-116681024051686407?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-116678254389801415</id><published>2006-12-22T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T18:20:09.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>though i may not be totally well...&lt;br /&gt;though i may not be feeling too good too...&lt;br /&gt;though everywhere is almost fully booked...&lt;br /&gt;though the seats  available in the cinema is  bad...&lt;br /&gt;though its the third front seat though booked online...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt; can stop me from watching it... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the curse of the golden flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;wahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;i will be back to talk ALOT about the show. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) :) :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:) :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; :) :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; :) :) :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; :) :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:) :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; :) :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; :) :) :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; :) :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:) :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; :) :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; :) :) :) whhheeee!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-116678254389801415?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/116678254389801415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=116678254389801415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116678254389801415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116678254389801415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2006/12/though-i-may-not-be-totally-well.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-116669100415043474</id><published>2006-12-21T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T16:50:04.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one of the most terrible moments in life is to fall ill. yuck. just been through one of the worst feelings ever for the past 1.5day. vomiting, visits to the toilet and the constant sharp stomach pains. ouch. the whole time is to only sleep and sleep some more. i was quite weak to really do much as the pain keep coming and i had to sleep to ignore the pain. it was terrible, terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling much better today. much much much better. at least i can also eat something and use the com now. i wonder how did i do it for not eating and drinking the whole of yesterday, cos whatever i eat i throw up so it's considered not eating. bleah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to do the things that i did not and wasn't able to do so yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-116669100415043474?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/116669100415043474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=116669100415043474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116669100415043474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116669100415043474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2006/12/one-of-most-terrible-moments-in-life.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-116639142042106954</id><published>2006-12-18T04:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T05:37:00.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i serious &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wonder&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wonder&lt;/span&gt; wonder. sorry for being mean or what: how can a person with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not-much-of-an-character&lt;/span&gt; be always involve in relationships? anyway its getting&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; in and out &lt;/span&gt;of relationships, which leads to heartbreaks and heartaches all the time. terrible. :/ i do wonder, wonder, wonder what and where is the &lt;u&gt;attraction&lt;/u&gt;? hmm, maybe they are all young girls that's why it is easy to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hook&lt;/span&gt; them up? but what's the point of doing that when it will never work out? gosh. aiyo! haha. that's why i said, pardon me for being mean. its just making me feel puzzled all the time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;staying up is so cool. i always like to stay up. esp to watch live-cartoons. heh. ;) cartoons makes you laugh so much that your worries are gone for a while... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-116639142042106954?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/116639142042106954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=116639142042106954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116639142042106954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116639142042106954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-serious-wonder-wonder-wonder.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-116621089077653202</id><published>2006-12-16T03:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T03:28:10.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i paid the most expensive cab fare all my life today journey from city hall to woodlands: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$25&lt;/span&gt;. reason being, HEAVY traffic jam at city hall area, all the red traffic lights waiting, plus two erp charges and the peak hour surcharge. it is really a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats the story about the collection of the christmas ham for the cell group house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the card i made for audrey. love loved it. some of them thought i bought the card. but well i didn't. somehow feeling good and bad about it at the same time. good because it is really nicely made and it looks "pro". bad being... its too commercial that people mistaken as bought. i had that card idea in my mind for a long time, just wanted to express it for someone special. :) haha. i don't know how to make nice designs, i go for simple. my simple designs are all in the details of making it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 + 1. haha. nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know the person, you know what kind of card to make.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-116621089077653202?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/116621089077653202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=116621089077653202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3754/345/1600/709253/IMG_0103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 199px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3754/345/320/49952/IMG_0103.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;$50 cash voucher. :) its a smart gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;what will you buy if you are given a voucher that allows you to shop for anything you want that's below $50? a bag? a pair of shoes? clothes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend told me, "you never like presents, thats why i got smarter and i got you that." haha. true to a certain extend. :)  i laugh a lot when people say something about me that most people don't usually talk about. cos it makes my ears and heart feel good. at least its something new. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-116611906834616609</id><published>2006-12-15T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T01:57:48.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>minds cafe. interesting place to go out with friends to really chill and play games. yes, even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brainless&lt;/span&gt; games keeps us crazy. lots of screaming and reacting. :) i had fun. one bad thing about these places is when you have friends who are very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hao sheng, &lt;/span&gt;that kind that aim to win at all cost. i mean, its just a friendly game, besides its a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;BRAINLESS&lt;/span&gt; game. so why take it so seriously when you lose a little? gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats why you have to choose the right group of people to go out with. erm, not that i am choosy or i am mean... i just prefer not to have my fun spoiled because someone feels upset when he/she lose a simple friendly game. what more when you are a &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. so petty? or should i say you have no sportsmanship? aiyo. sometimes it amazed me to realized that i have weird friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POS guys, lets go down to minds one of these days. yeah! especially after those who are doing their fyp. :) hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm reporting back to work, finally. haha. yea, my center is undergoing some painting, hopefully the place will look better than before. audrey and i don't expect much cos we know... budget. haha* whatever the case, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;its back to work&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-116603560738381647</id><published>2006-12-14T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T02:46:49.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes its really funny to actually think of it. here you are trying to show concern for a friend that doesn't seem to be appreciating it and there you are trying to avoid this person who is fighting for attention. wow, how i hate incidents like that. it makes me feel like my acts are always wasted effort that rolls down the drain. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should careless right? or should i be less caring? some people say i am a caring person. am i? since when? in what way? to who? haha. tell me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WRITE SOMETHING ABOUT THE PERSON. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, i already know what people will write about me. cheerful, bubbly.... and all those sociable words to describe me. it always happens for me. cos 6.5 out of 10 times those words will appear. well, i know i am like that. tell me or rather write something about me that i don't know or should i say you observed. that makes the whole thing more meaningful eh. hai. it takes a lot of effort to do that. thats why everyone like to choose the easy way out, the safe way. -_-||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should get a few friends to play with me. :)&lt;br /&gt;time for observation, observation. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-116603560738381647?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/116603560738381647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=116603560738381647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116603560738381647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116603560738381647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2006/12/sometimes-its-really-funny-to-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-116603455732779089</id><published>2006-12-14T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T02:35:09.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"why did you like me? what's so good in me?"&lt;br /&gt;"nothing. you're mean, stubborn, rude, short tempered... but i just like you.  i can't control my feelings even though i know you are like that, i just like you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- cited off the 10pm show: a conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't that what people always say, love is blind or rather love covers all mistakes / flaws. :) love can really do wonders. laughs. :) if you really like someone, i guess its all of them that you have to like yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently i have been having funny dreams: people getting attached, me doing some funny stuff, funny incidents, long lost friends....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreams dreams dreams. nothing but dreams. how i wish some can come true. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-116603455732779089?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/116603455732779089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=116603455732779089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116603455732779089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116603455732779089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2006/12/why-did-you-like-me-whats-so-good-in.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-116595221007954672</id><published>2006-12-13T03:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T03:36:50.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can't wait. heh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="275" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pCdtb90KzzU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pCdtb90KzzU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="275" width="300"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;the movie. :) the curse of the golden flower 黄金甲&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="275" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F3yxLN9Afz0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F3yxLN9Afz0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="275" width="300"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;the new song. :) 霍園丁&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love youtube. :) but i have to stop before i get out of hand. i can't stop watching those video people load up. too many too many too too many... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-116595221007954672?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/116595221007954672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=116595221007954672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116595221007954672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116595221007954672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-cant-wait_116595221007954672.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-116591446457811482</id><published>2006-12-12T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T17:07:44.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life greatest lesson is to think of the people that is in the opposite situation from you to stop you from complaining or feeling upset over the issue. i guess i understand what the "greatest lesson" really means. stop thinking of life is bad, stop thinking that life is unfair, stop thinking that people are against you. cos there is surely someone that is in a worser stage than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how positive thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a lot of weird dreams recently. it makes me wonder am i still sleeping or already in reality. haha. :) i guess i need some time to work out than to keep sleeping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-116591446457811482?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/116591446457811482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=116591446457811482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116591446457811482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116591446457811482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2006/12/life-greatest-lesson-is-to-think-of.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-116586113991430754</id><published>2006-12-12T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T02:18:59.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when i am up late working on some stuff, there are so much things on my mind. i was just wondering which is a better name for my students to address me next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Miss Neo&lt;br /&gt;2. Teacher Regina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i prefer the later but then again Miss Neo sounds more formal. haha. funny things that comes in and out of my mind all the time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-116586113991430754?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/116586113991430754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=116586113991430754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116586113991430754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116586113991430754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2006/12/when-i-am-up-late-working-on-some.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-116585731554256766</id><published>2006-12-12T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T01:19:41.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;regina. (: iammysuperwoman. says:&lt;br /&gt;crazy me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[Rubez] Breakthroughs!! says:&lt;br /&gt;but if ur nt crazy you, you wouldn't be the regina tt i love ! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she makes me feel so love in the middle of the night. :) its so so sweet to have friends who makes you feel special at different time of the day. like i said, my top first love language is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;words of affirmation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, so words really counts a lot to me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;周杰倫&lt;/span&gt; i just can't stop listening to his songs and watching his MTV. i am really very very excited about his upcoming movie, the curse of the golden flower. in KL, it will release on the 21dec. i wonder when is the release date for singapore.  i remembered spending an hour watching about the making of the movie thru youtube when i was supposed to be sleeping. heh. love loved him. if you love me, you will love him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i am his biggest fan in my world. &lt;/span&gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-116585731554256766?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/116585731554256766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=116585731554256766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116585731554256766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116585731554256766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2006/12/regina.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-116585361776299899</id><published>2006-12-12T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T00:13:37.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back from trip.&lt;br /&gt;back to work.&lt;br /&gt;time to work &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;harder&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;two weeks is short.&lt;br /&gt;before you know it...&lt;br /&gt;welcome 2007.&lt;br /&gt;live not to regret.&lt;br /&gt;make a difference today.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is the result today.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;slack should never exist.&lt;br /&gt;:) jiayou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i saw you today as i walked out of my place. time moves on... like it always doesn't wait for anyone. why is it that people are always late in their actions / words?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-116585361776299899?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/116585361776299899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=116585361776299899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116585361776299899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116585361776299899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2006/12/back-from-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-116577208294078330</id><published>2006-12-11T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T01:34:43.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back, finally. 3 days seems like a week. didn't really enjoy myself as i kept feeling unwell due to the on/off headaches. argh. :/ shopping there was okie. quite cheap at certain places. bought myself some stuff that i thought was okie enough to get. went to the indoor theme park, feel more like sleeping as we had overnight karaoke session a few hours before, thus didn't enjoy the rides. anyway i went there last year, so it wasn't much of a pity for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too much free and easy holiday tour isn't that good. too much shopping but what's there to really see there? going as a big group isn't that good either. too much waiting, too much suggestion,  too much of happiness here and there. unity is not all the time sticking as a big group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.5/10.&lt;br /&gt;i prefer to go on a holiday just with my family. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-116577208294078330?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-116551851902819369</id><published>2006-12-08T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T03:08:39.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>perhaps perhaps perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad i will be away on a short holiday for 3 days. somehow away from people that i usually hang out with. to reflect on myself and the things that i have been doing in year 2006. by the way, what did i really do this whole year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i give an open question to the ground of readers, to tell me something that i have done that makes you feel proud of me, what will that be? or i rephrase, is that anything that i have done that is worth feeling proud of? _____________________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag me. i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i need a break from people i know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-116551851902819369?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/116551851902819369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=116551851902819369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116551851902819369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116551851902819369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2006/12/perhaps-perhaps-perhaps.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-116548151619677603</id><published>2006-12-07T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T16:51:56.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>justice. [the quality of being just; righteousness, equitableness, or moral rightness: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;to uphold the justice of a cause.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's good eh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thumbs up for a good life ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-116548151619677603?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/116548151619677603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=116548151619677603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116548151619677603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116548151619677603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2006/12/justice.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-116543454299143428</id><published>2006-12-07T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T03:49:03.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; made me smile, again. for some reason i was thinking about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. and for another reason i rather not, so that i may not be sad later on for something that i misled myself into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am, i still am. but i moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes turning back isn't a bad thing after all right? but most of the time, and even bible says, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't look back&lt;/span&gt;. i guess i have to &lt;u&gt;walk on&lt;/u&gt;. hopefully good things are all right ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't let me be mislead by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your &lt;/span&gt;actions if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; want nothing more out of what we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"did you received the letter that i did not send..."&lt;br /&gt;- interesting part of a lyrics (light in your eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever wonder how many times you want to tell someone something but are all bottom up in your hearts or written a letter to send/give but are kept in your cupboard? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random thoughts as i was doing my stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-116543454299143428?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/116543454299143428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=116543454299143428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116543454299143428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116543454299143428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-made-me-smile-again.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-116530610641382611</id><published>2006-12-05T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T16:08:26.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/chinese/19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You are The Sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Happiness, Content, Joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The meanings for the Sun are fairly simple and consistent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Young, healthy, new, fresh. The brain is working, things that were muddled come clear, everything falls into place, and everything seems to go your way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Sun is ruled by the Sun, of course. This is the light that comes after the long dark night, Apollo to the Moon's Diana. A positive card, it promises you your day in the sun. Glory, gain, triumph, pleasure, truth, success. As the moon symbolized inspiration from the unconscious, from dreams, this card symbolizes discoveries made fully consciousness and wide awake. You have an understanding and enjoyment of science and math, beautifully constructed music, carefully reasoned philosophy. It is a card of intellect, clarity of mind, and feelings of youthful energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot" target="_blank"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-116530610641382611?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/116530610641382611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=116530610641382611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116530610641382611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116530610641382611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-are-sun-happiness-content-joy.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-116516003070482547</id><published>2006-12-03T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T23:33:51.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i guess all birthday celebration has come to an end for me today. :) thanks to all those who have send or called me or dropped me msg in friendster or thru email to give me birthday wishes. i really really appreciate all the birthday wishes. anyway my TOP on the list love language is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;words of affirmation&lt;/span&gt;, so i really like it when i have birthday wishes.... :) and to do that is of cos to first remember my birthday date. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly i really didn't feel really good in the morning. i was having a bad headache and felt like vomiting as i felt bloated. the sweet part is my mum cooked the mian-xian for me. :) i didn't managed to finish as i was about to puke and i guess it was too much for me too. -_-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had alot of interesting happening incident today. to think of it, i think i'm too thick skin to feel embarrassed. one of it was... i broke my heel during service and had to limp over to buy a new pair of shoes. thankfully there was a john little sales going on or i will seriously die. :/ the other is i left my hp on the usher's chair and the usher almost took my phone away by putting it in her bad to probably bring to recep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;service message was really good. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the power of ONE&lt;/span&gt;: believing in yourself. if something that needs to be done is impossible, we can trust God for miracles, but if something is possible, God will make sure we work really hard for it to be done. power! :) if you want something to happen, stop depending on miracles, God expects you to work hard for it. wow. its like a WAKE UP wake up call once again, from last week pst phil's svc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after service during debrief my cell group celebrated my birthday for me. this time they made me go search for my present myself. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;clue: female from our subzone. &lt;/span&gt;to me its easy like anything... who else will they find than the usual people? so anyway i went over to look for it. the bad thing about the whole thing was, the present didn't look fantastic enough for me to finally realised that it was my gift. so i was like.... oh, okie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then in the bag itself was a paper mache cake with birthday wishes paper inside. they told me that's my cake for the day. sang the birthday song and all and even prayed for me. deep in my heart was like... HUH, okie, maybe budget. so off i left to buy a pair of new shoes before prayer meeting could start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pm was good, guess we really did pray up a storm. during pm, pst zhang shared that liu geng hong invited jay for a service and he was touch by the power of God and now liu geng hong and him are reaching out to a*mei. so that means he is saved right? PTL. i am so so happy! my best birthday news for the day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after pm, i went to meet raymond whom tried very hard to catch a minute of my time since service ended till before prayer meeting. i was really very happy that he actually remembered my birthday as we have not really been talking alot and the best part is he also bought me a gift. :) a practical gift with an interesting birthday wishes. he's a friend that i will always value &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;. okie, anyway he said he is smarter this time when buying the gift as i am pretty picky at some presents i received. haha. he's so right. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before we could all go off, suddenly i saw my cell leader standing at a corner, i went up to her and found out that.... she was lighting up the candle of my REAL birthday cake. wahaha. so they sang me a birthday song again. as soon as they finish, we got chased out of hall as the christmas drama people needs the place to practise. haha. what a surprise SURPRISED. so glad to meet with peixiong and have him to sing me my birthday song. after all its not easy to be my 15years long friend. gee. sharing my joy with me makes me even more excited about the actual happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY, i reached my grandma's place for my last birthday celebration of the day. when i reached, i was dead tired. the rest were playing ma-jong and watching show entertainment shows. i was so tired that i took a nap there before dinner time. while sleeping, alot of people called and i was trying my best to talk... i hope i didn't say anything funny or weird. gee. everyone came and woke me up for dinner. wow, that's like the birthday girl's life. haha. had a wonderful dinner cooked and prepared by my grandma, auntie and my mum. yummy!! had a good time of fellowship with my family members to celebrate my 21st birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it does not have to be a big who-ha event. simple is good. :) i like it simple and nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a long entry... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-116516003070482547?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/116516003070482547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=116516003070482547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116516003070482547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116516003070482547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-guess-all-birthday-celebration-has.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-116508545382082079</id><published>2006-12-03T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T02:50:53.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont feel good. guess i am not resting and eating well or for some other reason, i feel that my body is aging. vomited thrice due to some stomach problem. arh. chinese medicine taste terrible but they work really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. keep me in prayers. :) appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-116508545382082079?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/116508545382082079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=116508545382082079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116508545382082079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116508545382082079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-dont-feel-good.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-116508485742825873</id><published>2006-12-03T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T02:40:57.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>since last saturday i already had my first early birthday celebration. :) my ministry friends really gave me a surprise SURPRISED when they suddenly sing the birthday song to me after debrief. at first i thought they got the date wrongly but i realised today why they celebrated last week... cos there were more people last week and plus i guess they wanted to really caught me unaware. :) winks. that really kept me excited the whole week for my birthday to finally arrive after a long 364days since 2005. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to work finally and had meetings about next year's curriculum. i finally was &lt;strong&gt;confirmed&lt;/strong&gt; as a full time stuff for next year. the next thing is to talk about my PAYROLL with the manager. wahaha. hopefully i can get about 1.4k due to my diploma cert plus the 4months of experiences working with them. pray pray praying hard. hee. :) anyhows i also got to find out the levels that i will be taking next year: n2 and k1. though its a bit sad that i am unable to take my previous class that's promoting to k2, but i guess since i will still see them in school, doesn't really matter. its good for changes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot of planning, weekly and daily lesson plans to write, preparation of props ... ... to do. sigh* feeling a bit tired of working during the holidays cos i am in such a lazy mode. but when i think about being paid, i endure through. hee. ($_$) money face. working with my colleague is quite fun but a little hard to move on somehow.... i need to be smart and work harder. (._.) not easy to be a good teacher at all times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to meet my poly girls. finally the 6 of us could meet up as a whole. usually one will be away but i was so so glad that we all could meet up. esp when they are all busy with work and all. wendy always flying in and out. meifen and lu constantly OT-ing and nad... actually also don't know what she is busy with. haha. went down to essential brews and had a good dinner. they bought me a nice thick coated chocolate cake and a really nice knitted top. :) i feel so loved by them. :) i really miss them so much and i do hope the meet ups are not just on the birthdays again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when everyone is working, it is so hard to find a common time to meet. i guess its all about taking and making the effort to make friendship blossom and go far. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POS gang. haha. lots of fun and always lots of laugher where-ever we go. had a pretty filling dinner before phileo and sinyee pop out with the ice-cream-cake. :) WEE!!! so cute, so interesting and so innovative. :) jason, rongping and me were the 3 special people at that moment cos almost all of carls junior was looking at us posing for the camera with our ice-cream-cake. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though it was a short dinner, i was happy enough for the mini gathering. it makes me feel that i am special, together with jason and rongping. i love the t'shirt card. funny, weird but nice. the sweetest thing i received was a really nice white necklace with the colourful retro paper bag with the bird sticker from jason. wow! :) was quite shocked cos i though we decided to give each other a watch on our birthday. okie, i still owe him his present. i guess i better feel guilty. gee. -_- thanks jason. most importantly thanks to the rest: phileo, rubez, candice, emil, wahkeong, sinyee, sharon for coming out with all the stuff to make us special. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shiqi called me to wish me happy birthday. :) was really very happy cos i was hoping she could come for the dinner. buy i know she had emgm meeting. but one phone call was enuf to make me smile. okie, i am straight... i like boys, ops i mean guys still. just that i like shiqi as a friend, a shi-jie much. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;birthday is a time to make lots of wishes. let me compile them and reveal it soon. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-116508485742825873?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/116508485742825873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=116508485742825873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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lasthandle="cns!C6B0238E4A07EE51!4892"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes we put up walls, not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to knock them down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- lifted off my friend's blog. :) thanks raymond.&lt;span id="BlogViewId" sortmode="Normal" sortkey="" firsthandle="cns!C6B0238E4A07EE51!6706" lasthandle="cns!C6B0238E4A07EE51!4892"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-116481996272748915?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/116481996272748915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=116481996272748915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally. :) i will be turning 21. not bragging about my birthday, but just excited. :) :) though its not going to be those fancy kind of celebration, but i'm glad enough to have my closer friends with me to make me feel great about my day. its my day soon. not that i can do anything i want, but at least its special enough for me to feel that happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;birthday girls gets her way out of everything eh? hehe. like real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-116470621387660462?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/116470621387660462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=116470621387660462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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when speaking to the children. anyway it was quite saddening for me as it was the last day of school and it means i won't get to see my class as MY class anymore. they all looked so excited to see me when i stepped into class. :) and i feel so so loved by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the party was like me suddenly turned into a waitress serving the children with the different types and kinds of tibits. and the tibits that the children bring to share, when added together is like a BIG mountain of goodies... wow! before they were dismissed, each of them were given a plastic bag and i kept giving out the tibits till their plastic bags were full but still there were alot of tibits left behind. it was really like in abundance of tibits. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shafie gave me a nicely wrapped cup, lizhen's mum bought me chocolates and qeisha's mum, i supposed, gave me a small bottle of perfume wrapped with qeisha's winks club drawing. i love them all and the most touching gift was from yunhui. she wasn't feeling well early in the week and i spoke to her mum on thurday to let her come when she's better so that she can still enjoy the party feel. at first i thought she will not be coming anymore, anyhow she came knocking at the door 30mins before dismissal and passed me a thank you card. wah, my tears nearly dropped when i received it. :) saying goodbye to them was kinna &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she bu de.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i brought home the rest of the tibits. hee. we had our own teacher's mini gathering for the last day of school party too. had a meeting about the working schedule for the coming holiday. sigh. i am only entitled for a week's of holiday and after that i have to come back to work almost everyday till next year. tough eh? but to think of it, got work means i will get an income. and then i can clear my building fund as soon as possible. yippie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to see a doctor after work. had to eat pills again in order to be well soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat was another rushing day from cell to ministry again. but i enjoy every part of it. after serving, a few of us met up to celebrate wahkeong's birthday. mr jason once again... ai! nevermind. lets say he's nice to actually plan something to gather us. :) so jason, i appreciate your efforts k? hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home pretty late and i rushed to finished up qinsi's birthday card. wooh, ahjie said my cards are too commercial. eh, i guess i have to work harder on my card making skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH, i woke up late. rush rush rush to expo. after service, celebrated qinsi's birthday. the moment when she received the card and saw the $100 voucher, her expression immediatly changed. but when she saw the real pretty feet voucher, she smiled. seems like she expected something better. erm...okokie. nevermind. straight after that went off to meet qian yu and adelene to go down for the rocfish workshop. we fellowshiped for while after that before i left to meet meifen to go down to joanne's 21st birthday celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of the 5 of us, only the 2 of us could make it. it was a little disappointing when we went down as everything was quite in a mess. but slowly as her ntu friends came, it was much a happier occassion. finally met danny. erh no comments. just all the best to them. i had alot of fun with meifen, though most of the time we were entertaining one another. hee. had a long ride home with her, and we chatted alot as well. i thank God for such conversations, cos it is of quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised i miss my poly friends pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the first day of my holiday, i re-designed the layout of my room. took me half the day. did all the moving, all the shifing myself. i guess i am really strong, even my dad was surprise when he found out i did everything by myself. :) i am proud of myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired to type in details... too lengthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-116404156159142566?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/116404156159142566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=116404156159142566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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shared with me about the kid at home and all. it was a great time of exchanged info about the child. i really appreciate most parents making the trip down to meet me. :) at the same time i also learn more about my kids, but i am only left with tomorrow with them. sob. -_- i'll really miss them and their nonsense... heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was extreme &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt;! i then realised that teaching something is more fun than doing nothing the whole day, letting the children have free play session. piew. i was so bored and the children are  too, from the way they play. worst, when they are bored, they pestered me the whole day and i was like their entertainer.... entertaining them with their play. we did almost everything: music and movement, art and craft, play time, computer, tv... and just enough to cover the 4hours of school. sigh. i just realised that they seem to enjoy playing more after finishing their work than to do nothing the whole day. maybe playing to them is like a reward, they study hard, they play hard. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr the nursery green class is combining with my k1 class for the year end party. i see a big mountain just placed in front of me. noisy + noisy = super noisy. wah haha. i better bring ear plugs. hee. thank God its only 2hours. probably play music for them to listen to enjoy.... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-116365863754081664?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/116365863754081664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=116365863754081664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116365863754081664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116365863754081664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2006/11/yesterdays-parent-teacher-conference.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-116344836414939026</id><published>2006-11-14T03:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:06:04.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am not sure why i am not really tired yet. i guess writing 24 remarks for my student's "report card" is sure fun. too bad i can't write anything &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nasty. &lt;/span&gt;ops! i meant something more direct than to beat around the bush to talk about surface things about the child. :/ but honestly i also do not want my parents to get a shock if my teachers were to write something nasty about me. hee. it all comes about. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawns. i hope i'm done with them all....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-116344836414939026?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/116344836414939026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=116344836414939026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116344836414939026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116344836414939026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-not-sure-why-i-am-not-really.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-116334877866073778</id><published>2006-11-13T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:26:18.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>excited for tuesday's dinner. my dad said he is making mutton soup. woohee! 10years ago he tried and it was good. due to the huge preparation for this dish, he did not had time to try again. tuesday he is going back for his check up for his back shoulder so there is quite alot of time to make. i hope i can clear my work early to help him out. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about food, i am most alert. -_- yummy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-116334877866073778?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/116334877866073778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=116334877866073778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116334877866073778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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that she is already on the way. yeah yeah, just stepped out of house also on the way. she brought another friend along, pei shan, who's as weird as christine herself. it was a not-really good sunday all the way even in service. lets say its all over and i don't want to talk so much about it. of cos i tried my best to listen and catch as much as i can during service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i can't understand &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt; i have to always bear in mind be extra sensitive to her and her feelings. most of the time, she doesn't seem to understand me when sharing with her my thoughts and frustration. i'm known as rude instead. alright FINE. and her sms, i don't know what's up with the saving of sms, she rather cut short the words and cause so many misunderstanding then spending another 5cent to clear doubts. i seriously hate reading her long msg cos she tries to cut short every word  and some words are jointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no doubt she is a nice girl. but certain things about her, i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really cannot&lt;/span&gt; understand. feeling a little tired for trying too much times. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told sean... we have to learn to have a bigger heart and now he is telling me my line. sigh. i guess i really REALLY have to have a bigger heart. i'm going level 2, dealing with level 2 kind of people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-116334197963881949?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/116334197963881949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=116334197963881949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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morning, and knowing that i might not reach by 2pm, i pre-tell them that i can only reach by 2.30pm. at the end, people come late for cell and all, plus it was pouring cats and dogs i was really late and i only reached at 3pm. gosh, you can see from the other teachers' faces like... "WHAT THE HECK! where have you been when we were so busy helping the children to make up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ignored&lt;/span&gt; for a while by everyone, while i try to find something to do to help the other kids. after a while then i seem to look a little more visable to be asked to do certain task for them. well i understand their anger, cos they looked pretty stressed. the k2 kids are really good at chatting. they can really talk none stop about everything, oh i meant &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shout&lt;/span&gt;. they were practically shouting into one another's ears and the next moment complain that their friends shouted into their ears. diao! -_- so being nice, i entertained them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of the many many... this boy is one that i particular liked. sweet looking, polite, good boy image, respectful... actually i only took his class once and he left me a good enough impression: very nice, asks sensible questions.... another is by greeting me outside of school, after school hours. he has a nice smile, quite handsome and a nice name: Galvin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3754/345/1600/IMG_0108.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 267px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3754/345/320/IMG_0108.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Galvin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;their performance was great. smiles, snap alot of pictures for no reason... just to be reminded of memories of this batch on k2s. to think of it, my k1 daisy class they are going on k2 next year. i really wonder how how how life will be like for the teachers taking them... oh better keep my fingers crossed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-116326180292455568?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/116326180292455568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=116326180292455568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116326180292455568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116326180292455568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2006/11/went-to-help-out-in-k2-graduation.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-116309821455887495</id><published>2006-11-10T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T02:50:14.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p:colorscheme colors="#ffffff,#000000,#808080,#000000,#bbe0e3,#333399,#009999,#99cc00"&gt;&lt;/p:colorscheme&gt;  &lt;span style=""&gt;it really takes alot of effort to blog. been taking evening naps &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;since monday as i am working straight till almost 5pm daily. i'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;still trying to get use to the full time working hours. have been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;teaching chinese language to the nursery class and you can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;imgine how weird i sound when i try to speak chinese the whole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;time to the students&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; with half the class being non-chinese. half &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;the time i had to do translation for them. but they are all so cute, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;they just repeats after whatever chinese character you teach. i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;think i got to to brush up in my chinese, with the proper &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;i&gt;ying&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;that just in case i take a nursery class next year, i am more &lt;/span&gt;prepared. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div shape="_x0000_s1026" class="O"&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;worksheets and more worksheets. been sorting out my students &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;work for their portfolio to be returned next week. you can imgine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;how frustrated i felt when the previous teacher left a pile of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;worksheets not filed and some of it are without the student's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;names. plus she missed out a student's observation form. aiyo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;good thing that st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;udent's mum was really nice, so it was quite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;easy to contact her to find out if she had a previous copy at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;i'm getting a little nervous about the whole parents-teaching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;meeting. i don't want to look as if i try so hard to impress &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;parents or i look slack in my work. last of all, to look like a child &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;in their eyes. a little stressed as the reponsed from those &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;parents that wants to meet me, some are VERY particular about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;certain stuff... so i better be super extra careful and tactful with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;my words about their PRECIOUS BABY. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;how i wish my teachers were tactful about me being inattentive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;in class last time. ops. haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;forever 21&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;. i love the clothes in there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;i want to buy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;so many&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; clothes there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;esp this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;cost: $68 arggh. its too expensive for me to buy it now. so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;dress, please wait for me to buy you the next time. -__-;. i saw it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;online and it cost half &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;the price cheaper but it doesn't seem to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;cater for as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ia countries. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3754/345/1600/dress.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3754/345/320/dress.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-116309821455887495?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/116309821455887495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=116309821455887495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116309821455887495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116309821455887495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-really-takes-alot-of-effort-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36446818.post-116274327921844077</id><published>2006-11-05T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T00:18:06.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lets do a trackback...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last thurday was my last day at school, where it will be the last day i am back for class. i guess i was glad that it finally ended but then again sad because i know i will miss my friends. anyway it was a fun presentation and a good closure for the whole school curriculum. the best part of the whole day was the dinner that we have all been waiting for - SEAFOOD. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we waited an hour for karbik and kitty as they had their practicum briefing. tina's twin came to join us and they look super idenitcial even though they are already 25, ida's husband also came along and we were all looking forward for the dinner. the bus journey there was another hour and it nearly drive me mad as i was really hungry to the max. there's a saying, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a hungry woman is an angry woman&lt;/span&gt;. haha. thankfully we manage to dig out some finger food to munch on our way there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you happen to pass by bukit timah double storey hawker and hear a group of girls laughing like mad, that will most probably be my friends and me. it was really good food, good dessert, good company, goodth service and good laughters. we really had so much fun with the food and the conversation and the acting of our other classmates, that we all forgotten about the time. i guess we really will miss one another much. or at least i will only miss the last group i worked with. :) winks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday, i went to help out in the k2 graduation rehersal. i learned a simple theory: when the other teachers are scolding the children, play the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;angel&lt;/span&gt; to ask them to be nice, to behave themselves or they will get more scoldings... and they will mostly listen to you more. :) anyhow that was what i almost did the whole day as i wasn't taking any k2 class, so i was to help to take care of the k2 kids. i could see that it was pretty angry-ing when the kids starts to "play punk" and put up stunts that you didn't expect. but kids are kids, you can't blame them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;travelled up and down my house area the whole afternoon till evening. then went to meet anand for a movie. it was a BORING show, the covenant. the only catch is most probably steven straits, the main character of the show as he's quite good looking. the other time is watching them fighting like street fighter and a combo of matrix added to the fighting actions. diao. honestly lame. i think flushed away will be a better show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday. cell started late. couldn't serve in ministry again. went to meet jieqi after that at town for dinner and for some cousins catch up. it was pretty silly that far east closes so early even before 10pm and we were walking around, hunting for shops that are still open for us to go it. it's like, we're prepared to spend money but no shop wants our money. how sad. so anyway we decided to chill at starbucks. girls are really talk and we chatted all the way till we remembered that we needed to catch the last bus. haha. anyway it was a good meet up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have all been waiting for this day. i will arise and lay down this sacrifice, as we're building your house on high. God i want to give an offering that touches Your heart that Your hand will surely move in my life. as i wrote the amount, i teared. i know i just have to trust Him. its an amount that i know means alot to me, and i believe God will feel it. presence of God was so strong that i could not control my tears as they kept flowing down. bible says those who sow in tears will reap in joy. amen to that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally finally met up with peixiong and oh also to make the first trip down to vivo city. huge place and we didn't shop much as he was pretty more hungry than interested to shop. after which we went to sit down in an open space and started talking. beautiful sight and night scene. we just chat and chatted about everything. thank God for such a friend like him. knowing him for 15 years has always been my pride. i love him so much. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told peixiong&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, "i missed a good boat&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;he said a better will come.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will it? help me keep a look out.&lt;/span&gt;" :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36446818-116274327921844077?l=iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/116274327921844077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36446818&amp;postID=116274327921844077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116274327921844077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36446818/posts/default/116274327921844077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammysuperwoman.blogspot.com/2006/11/lets-do-trackback.html' title=''/><author><name>regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8_Zmg0JzKM0/SOGpLJ6hlsI/AAAAAAAAACs/3bi2WI3bgZA/S220/DSC00573.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
