<?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-68941510423820483</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:44:27.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ally</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/68941510423820483/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>its me and me and me and me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545863673868591310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68941510423820483.post-6849243351250693497</id><published>2009-08-28T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T21:47:00.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a mid sem test up this week,&lt;div&gt;a birthday lunch tmr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and all i want is some peace today to get more work done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but no, music blasting since eleven am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the party is not going to stop till at least midnight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the library is close for the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and great, im here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've decided to return here again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just cause i wouldnt want to look back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and see its all a blur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heh, anyway the thoughts had been in my head since god-knows-when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pardon me if its mostly emo posts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but this is just an outlet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i seldom share my thoughts with anyone here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause this would increase their burden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not those back home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause its an additional worry for them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;plus they might not truly understand the feelings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(i perfectly understand the feeling of wanting to help&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but distance made it a hindrance)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im doing well, being miss independent,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and well, like what i told someone before i left,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;living life just for myself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but its taking on another level,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not exactly the way i want to actually,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause besides living for yourself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you need to care for people around you too,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the people around me arent exactly the people i want to care for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;past disappointment i should forget,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but no, i cant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and only when i can, i would then be able to genuinely care for them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meanwhile, im missing miss indo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seems like an eternity since i last spoken to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/68941510423820483-6849243351250693497?l=missychoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6849243351250693497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=68941510423820483&amp;postID=6849243351250693497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/68941510423820483/posts/default/6849243351250693497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/68941510423820483/posts/default/6849243351250693497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/2009/08/mid-sem-test-up-this-week-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>its me and me and me and me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545863673868591310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68941510423820483.post-5136644036954748932</id><published>2009-08-27T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T04:22:29.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everytime i  look at my parents play with my nieces &lt;div&gt;i never felt so blessed before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my mum always surprise them with sweets and little gifts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and haha i would feel jealous at times,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause she doesnt do that with me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my dad playing tricks on them &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my nieces look forward to going our house on weekends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;exploring parts of spore, or simply just a meal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im glad they can keep my parents busy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since im away and my bro is in the army,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;revealing a side of them we seldom see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cant help but feel im the luckiest of all to have them as parents:))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/68941510423820483-5136644036954748932?l=missychoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5136644036954748932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=68941510423820483&amp;postID=5136644036954748932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/68941510423820483/posts/default/5136644036954748932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/68941510423820483/posts/default/5136644036954748932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/2009/08/everytime-i-look-at-my-parents-play.html' title=''/><author><name>its me and me and me and me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545863673868591310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68941510423820483.post-8073601157330448396</id><published>2009-08-26T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T04:06:25.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>many a times, i wish there was someone here i could relate to&lt;div&gt;supressing everything within me wont be doing myself any good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was only when i was back home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;showing my dad all the pics i had taken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that it suddenly dawn on me that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;isnt it wonderful to have someone to share life's journey with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i then understood why my dad always tells me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"you should see this!" whenever he's overseas for travel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the other time was when i was running the 14 km city to surf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taking in the amazing view,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enjoying the experience,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be able to share the feeling of running without any beads of perspiration&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(haha yes, it evaporated into salt and you could literally feel it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;strangers encouraging you along the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and all the interesting sightings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i never it felt it before,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i was surrounded by so many people,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how could i feel so alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i came here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had this fear that i would be so comfortable being alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that i wouldnt want to mingle around with others anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess it was made worse when i told myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that i had the right to choose my friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wouldnt make friends for the sake of making friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but instead only those that i can trust &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;really good ones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what was i afraid of then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;being taken advantage of, being hurt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess i miss my friends back home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not that i regret it, i made some really good ones,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i really couldnt bother to do small chats here and there now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gone is the friendly self and definately a higher expectation of people around me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be able to witness something wonderful yourself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wont feel as good as being able to share it with someone you love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and im glad i still have a tight few whom i can rely on here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/68941510423820483-8073601157330448396?l=missychoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8073601157330448396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=68941510423820483&amp;postID=8073601157330448396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/68941510423820483/posts/default/8073601157330448396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/68941510423820483/posts/default/8073601157330448396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/2009/08/many-times-i-wish-there-was-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>its me and me and me and me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545863673868591310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68941510423820483.post-102567138472296152</id><published>2009-08-17T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T02:26:48.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been a really long time since i've been here&lt;div&gt;guess i should post more often when im free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so many months have passed and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess i've gotten used to life here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well be back soon:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/68941510423820483-102567138472296152?l=missychoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/feeds/102567138472296152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=68941510423820483&amp;postID=102567138472296152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/68941510423820483/posts/default/102567138472296152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/68941510423820483/posts/default/102567138472296152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-been-really-long-time-since-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>its me and me and me and me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545863673868591310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68941510423820483.post-5005559202613114937</id><published>2009-04-07T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T08:02:34.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'll pray that you'll be alright&lt;div&gt;that when im back, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you'll be healthy and strong again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss you so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and im sorry that i didnt keep in contact with you after i left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the last one i called and a return msg after that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cant help but thank you for seeing me grow throughout the years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for being always there for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll see you strong and fit soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/68941510423820483-5005559202613114937?l=missychoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5005559202613114937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=68941510423820483&amp;postID=5005559202613114937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/68941510423820483/posts/default/5005559202613114937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/68941510423820483/posts/default/5005559202613114937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/2009/04/ill-pray-that-youll-be-alright-that.html' title=''/><author><name>its me and me and me and me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545863673868591310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68941510423820483.post-7228103115526374304</id><published>2009-02-26T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T02:41:13.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>long time since i've blogged&lt;div&gt;but its been a hell of emotional rollercoaster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not that it goes up and down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but its mostly downs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with rushing to meet groups of people before leaving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not looking forward to departure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feeling a little excitement when i reached here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hitting rock bottom again when my mum left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then feeling a little thankiful on that day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause my students came online unexpectedly to talk for the first time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then getting used to everyday life here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but along the way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know i've been blessed so abundantly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause as compared to others&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've had things so much smoother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or maybe i was just optimistic about everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while the rest kept complaining&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so it seems like mine isnt so bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and as you talk to more people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you realise you are not the only one,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eyes redden, heads nodding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the tiniest things reminds us of people back home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the days our parents left us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the little treasures we had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;plus the fact that i never took things for granted &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and treasuring people around me before i leave made it even harder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and for months i searched for something to ease the ache a little&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thankfuly i found this just before i left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;"Losing people you care about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 16.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana; color: #333333"&gt;and the thought of never, ever seeing them again, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 16.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana; color: #333333"&gt;or hugging them, or hearing them laugh is heart-breaking. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 16.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana; color: #333333"&gt;Trust me, I know. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 16.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana; color: #333333"&gt;You’re only losing ONE of me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 16.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana; color: #333333"&gt;I’m losing ALL of you. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 16.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana; color: #333333; min-height: 16.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 16.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana; color: #333333"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But here’s something even more sad – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 16.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana; color: #333333"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what if we had never met, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 16.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana; color: #333333"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never gotten to know each other, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 16.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana; color: #333333"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never laughed together or cried together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 16.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana; color: #333333"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;or learned from each other? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 16.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana; color: #333333"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sure, we’d have saved ourselves some heartache, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 16.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana; color: #333333"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but we’d have lost a great deal more than that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 16.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana; color: #333333; min-height: 16.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 16.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana; color: #333333"&gt;And many of you have told me &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 16.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana; color: #333333"&gt;that I’ve taught you a thing or two. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 16.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana; color: #333333"&gt;You’ve said I’ve been an inspiration, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 16.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana; color: #333333"&gt;a role model, a source of strength, even a gadfly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 16.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana; color: #333333"&gt;Just hearing these great compliments from you &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 16.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana; color: #333333"&gt;made me want to live up to them and deserve them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 16.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana; color: #333333"&gt;That’s what kept me going during some of my darkest moments. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 16.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana; color: #333333"&gt;You had put so much faith in me, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 16.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana; color: #333333"&gt;I just couldn’t let you down. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 16.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana; color: #333333"&gt;You saved me."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 16.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana; color: #333333"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 16.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana; color: #333333"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;so thank you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/68941510423820483-7228103115526374304?l=missychoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7228103115526374304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=68941510423820483&amp;postID=7228103115526374304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/68941510423820483/posts/default/7228103115526374304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/68941510423820483/posts/default/7228103115526374304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/2009/02/long-time-since-ive-blogged-but-its.html' title=''/><author><name>its me and me and me and me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545863673868591310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68941510423820483.post-8437686379189823651</id><published>2009-01-28T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T09:12:25.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont know&lt;div&gt;but i suddenly feel this overwhelming fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i could have just chosen the safer route&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rather than putting myself through all this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its going to be all worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/68941510423820483-8437686379189823651?l=missychoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8437686379189823651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=68941510423820483&amp;postID=8437686379189823651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/68941510423820483/posts/default/8437686379189823651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/68941510423820483/posts/default/8437686379189823651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dont-know-but-i-suddenly-feel-this.html' title=''/><author><name>its me and me and me and me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545863673868591310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68941510423820483.post-8516324442475575202</id><published>2009-01-05T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T07:51:47.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a wonderful 2008&lt;div&gt;a year which i cannot ask for more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a year which i devoted myself to everyone except myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but an even more fantastic 2009 i will look forward to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i've decided that it will all be back to me and only me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Putting yourself at the top of the list &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so you can treat your body &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with as much as you would give to someone else's - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when anyone needs something from you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you will be operating from a full cup."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;looking at the numerous farewells i had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it seemed to be sending me a msg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one of which i've discovered is that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a farewell is only so painful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only cause relationships built has been so strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i thank everyone of you:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so while you think that you'll be going through one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll be going through much more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;many temp cause i'll be back:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but a no. of them perm since i dont know how many years more i'll see them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;till then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've begin by boiling barley tea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and drink them when i think of you all:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/68941510423820483-8516324442475575202?l=missychoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8516324442475575202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=68941510423820483&amp;postID=8516324442475575202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/68941510423820483/posts/default/8516324442475575202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/68941510423820483/posts/default/8516324442475575202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/2009/01/wonderful-2008-year-which-i-cannot-ask.html' title=''/><author><name>its me and me and me and me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545863673868591310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68941510423820483.post-5669036970591061619</id><published>2008-12-09T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:19:18.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'll miss these times when i can just call you&lt;div&gt;and head to esplanade  to watch one of those musicals or performances&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meanwhile, i'll treasure them now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/68941510423820483-5669036970591061619?l=missychoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68941510423820483.post-5621791427117702535</id><published>2008-10-29T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T08:09:09.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first pang of bad news&lt;div&gt;parting never seemed this bad before:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/68941510423820483-5621791427117702535?l=missychoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5621791427117702535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=68941510423820483&amp;postID=5621791427117702535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/68941510423820483/posts/default/5621791427117702535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/68941510423820483/posts/default/5621791427117702535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-pang-of-bad-news-parting-never.html' title=''/><author><name>its me and me and me and me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545863673868591310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68941510423820483.post-417205581148387939</id><published>2008-10-13T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T09:56:51.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what am i to do&lt;div&gt;i dont create miracles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who am i suppose to look for support&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when all of you depend on me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what if im gone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/68941510423820483-417205581148387939?l=missychoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/feeds/417205581148387939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=68941510423820483&amp;postID=417205581148387939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/68941510423820483/posts/default/417205581148387939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/68941510423820483/posts/default/417205581148387939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-am-i-to-do-i-dont-create-miracles.html' title=''/><author><name>its me and me and me and me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545863673868591310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68941510423820483.post-1139370867197237576</id><published>2008-09-10T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T08:13:29.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unnecessary&lt;/span&gt; pressure on myself&lt;div&gt;until everything was over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i see light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause others had such confident in me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which i didnt have in myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this cycle repeats over and over again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when sometimes i fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but im glad i got through it today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i totally hate that feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the sense of fear i never once had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but only get worse each time now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the fear of not meeting my own expectation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wonder how will i be able to survive &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;through all those&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/68941510423820483-1139370867197237576?l=missychoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1139370867197237576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=68941510423820483&amp;postID=1139370867197237576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/68941510423820483/posts/default/1139370867197237576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/68941510423820483/posts/default/1139370867197237576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/2008/09/unnecessary-pressure-on-myself-until.html' title=''/><author><name>its me and me and me and me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545863673868591310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68941510423820483.post-5767845413839849550</id><published>2008-09-08T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T07:46:30.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so moody and drained these days&lt;div&gt;i flare up at both my kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;much to both their surprise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause they didnt believe i would get angry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its time to take a breather&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and have something to look forward to:|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/68941510423820483-5767845413839849550?l=missychoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5767845413839849550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=68941510423820483&amp;postID=5767845413839849550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/68941510423820483/posts/default/5767845413839849550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/68941510423820483/posts/default/5767845413839849550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-so-moody-and-drained-these-days-i.html' title=''/><author><name>its me and me and me and me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545863673868591310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68941510423820483.post-7524297979292970826</id><published>2008-09-01T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T07:52:50.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my memory is failing me so bad&lt;div&gt;that i realised im suppose to be at two places at the same time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;both important and im feeling so guilty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just want to hide under my sheets and never wake up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and life is moving so fast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that im not in the right mental frame to take my driving test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ive become so impatient&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and everything just have to be fastfastfast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but other than the fact that i dont have the time to think so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ive not begun to fret about it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i better slow things down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(which i know will never happen though)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause i never felt so guilty using the word busy as an excuse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its an excuse, not a reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/68941510423820483-7524297979292970826?l=missychoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7524297979292970826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=68941510423820483&amp;postID=7524297979292970826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/68941510423820483/posts/default/7524297979292970826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/68941510423820483/posts/default/7524297979292970826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-memory-is-failing-me-so-bad-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>its me and me and me and me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545863673868591310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68941510423820483.post-7200185686595141997</id><published>2008-08-28T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T09:14:45.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like a cancer patient&lt;div&gt;no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/68941510423820483-7200185686595141997?l=missychoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7200185686595141997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=68941510423820483&amp;postID=7200185686595141997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/68941510423820483/posts/default/7200185686595141997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/68941510423820483/posts/default/7200185686595141997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-feel-like-cancer-patient-no.html' title=''/><author><name>its me and me and me and me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545863673868591310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68941510423820483.post-7083963018238907269</id><published>2008-08-11T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T07:50:39.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>things are going way too fast &lt;div&gt;and i've got no one else to blame but myself:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/68941510423820483-7083963018238907269?l=missychoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7083963018238907269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68941510423820483.post-1683949799533826551</id><published>2008-07-31T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T08:31:47.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>almost one month since i was last here.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at this moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just want to travel around the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and run away from everything here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/68941510423820483-1683949799533826551?l=missychoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1683949799533826551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68941510423820483.post-1859130115353386319</id><published>2008-07-01T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T09:53:02.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just realised&lt;div&gt;half the people coming by here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are prob still in the dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while the other half, obviously, is in the light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;na ha, thats all im going to say:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i've got yet another baby nephew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my second one this year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and one more to come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just a little good news to brighten up my week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since i fell terribly ill for a whole of five days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which i did nothing but sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how apt when i was adviced to sleep before twelve just the week before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i so badly want to cut back on lessons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but my kids make lesson so hilarious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats rendered me quite reluctant to do so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the sake our my health, i must,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but we'll see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/68941510423820483-1859130115353386319?l=missychoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1859130115353386319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=68941510423820483&amp;postID=1859130115353386319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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responsibilities i surround myself with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or so i think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it feels like im counting down to life's last moments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like everything is about to be disappear in the near future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;head vs heart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i should be making decisions with my heart instead of head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but there's no turning back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no room for regrets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just treasure what life has offered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and be thankful for every opportunity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when you said that you'll cry so badly on that day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i couldnt bring myself to start thinking about it, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545863673868591310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68941510423820483.post-2834480044024489905</id><published>2008-05-26T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T04:39:14.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>of late i've been in this dilemma&lt;div&gt;and i dont really have a firm answer to it yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my dad will tell me that this is a happy problem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause its not a case of 'you've got no choice'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but rather one with too many choices&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so the least i can do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is to be thankful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause others do not even have a choice at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i've recently though about what i have done this past hols&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i must add that i never felt so satisfied and accomplished&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;long hours and back-to-back schedules&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it plastered a smile on my face like nonetheless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it seems to take a life of its own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and sometimes i wish i have a double&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so that i do not have to reject people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel so bad:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you dont know me well enough &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you'll ask why do i take up so many assignments and jobs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do i really need money, sorry not at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's no point chasing it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(but i grew up from young never having to worry about that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i have always handled my finance quite well too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats why i see things this way)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause its never ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just be satisfied with what you have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you chase after money, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chances are it will go after you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats why it quite irks me when people go for a career because of that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rather than really liking it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;firstly, i do not go knocking looking for these assignments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was recommended and since i feel bad rejecting &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i couldnt help but just take it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i could have said that i was busy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yes i have done that to quite a few&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but so long as my schedule allows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just accept it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;besides most of them are a joy to teach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they'll tell you the craziest thing on earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;make you laugh when you want to start scolding them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and tell their parents they want more of my lessons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when the parents want to cancel lesson so that they could have more rest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now, how can you resist them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in addition to that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i told myself that in my lifetime &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i must have an office job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so this offer from my aunt came by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and ta-da, im surrounded by employees so stressed out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and thats what the real working world looks like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i sail through it with smiles though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that prob lighten the mood by a tiny wee bit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;helping my teacher at her tuition centre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i get to see every aspect of how a business works&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and contrary to beliefs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the ones who appreciates whats done for them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;arent adults or people around us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they are kids and strangers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meeting so many people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seeing through their eyes how they see life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the ones who enjoy themselves amid the stress and business&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are the ones who enjoy what they are doing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and with passion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything else comes naturally:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/68941510423820483-2834480044024489905?l=missychoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68941510423820483.post-6212583309219094231</id><published>2008-05-14T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T08:39:37.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why do i always make up my mind the night before&lt;div&gt;spend my whole time before thinking if i've made the right decision&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only to have have someone/circumstances forcing me to change it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY?!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its making me so disoriented!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/68941510423820483-6212583309219094231?l=missychoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68941510423820483.post-4237036135729289942</id><published>2008-05-13T09:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T09:21:54.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the best thing you could ever hear from a parent&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"...you've proven your worth in this short time..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/68941510423820483-4237036135729289942?l=missychoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4237036135729289942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68941510423820483.post-6861643910173122330</id><published>2008-05-11T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T10:08:46.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know, when someone lies&lt;div&gt;we may not know exactly what they are lying about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but their expression and languages will give hints&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no matter how well they try to hide it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its often only a matter of whether the other &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;choses to let you off or confront you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i bet you didnt know:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/68941510423820483-6861643910173122330?l=missychoo.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68941510423820483.post-6344893795238479990</id><published>2008-05-11T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T09:59:09.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if you were in my shoes&lt;div&gt;what would your choice be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to see this from another perspective&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;actually no, i've dissected it from so many different point of views&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can tell you inside out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just need someone to tell me yes, this is what should do cause it best suit you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and not tell me this and that and leave me hanging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause you believe i always make the best choice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or either after talking you will have a clearer picture of what you want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and me, as usual, as confused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please drop this angel from heaven please&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/68941510423820483-6344893795238479990?l=missychoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6344893795238479990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=68941510423820483&amp;postID=6344893795238479990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/68941510423820483/posts/default/6344893795238479990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/68941510423820483/posts/default/6344893795238479990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/2008/05/if-you-were-in-my-shoes-what-would-your.html' title=''/><author><name>its me and me and me and me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545863673868591310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68941510423820483.post-5830934769571195802</id><published>2008-04-28T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T09:51:26.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>receiving a cardboard iphone becomes an acceptance to ntu&lt;div&gt;im torn for choice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really hope i receive a rejection letter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that would have been much ideal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;being the fifty or so to get into it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i should be rejoicing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;either way im not following the advice of my interviewer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh by which the interview went really well &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and became a chit chat session&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and ya, hence the result&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and im glad that i've got someone in the same position&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only that im in a worse dilema&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause ya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway i should be grateful to come this far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its been an enriching journey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i hope more to come:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/68941510423820483-5830934769571195802?l=missychoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68941510423820483.post-4704395365770365634</id><published>2008-04-25T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T09:31:59.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i reallyreally hate parting scene&lt;div&gt;it was so hard putting up a front &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while i was crying so badly inside:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/68941510423820483-4704395365770365634?l=missychoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4704395365770365634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=68941510423820483&amp;postID=4704395365770365634' title='0 Comments'/><link 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free&lt;div&gt;how the two p's are really fine with anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as long as the kids do their best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how the teachers does not pressure them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;despite them being so stressed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and having to leave up to their previous gold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its how everything thats so cheerful and happy in the staff room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that really starts my week right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the teachers still treating me like their student&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;despite me being their collegue already&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and how i look forward to going back there during the weekend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;despite the kids that leave me drain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and despite me screaming and scolding and making them cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they tell me that im not strict enough, argh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im still this nicenice teacher &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who looks more like their sister than teacher:( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well it isnt such a bad thing right:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/68941510423820483-4435619897766907700?l=missychoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4435619897766907700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=68941510423820483&amp;postID=4435619897766907700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/68941510423820483/posts/default/4435619897766907700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/68941510423820483/posts/default/4435619897766907700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-love-it-how-primary-school-syf-is-so.html' title=''/><author><name>its me and me and me and me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545863673868591310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68941510423820483.post-8692663626289862068</id><published>2008-04-14T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T09:23:23.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this thought just pop up during driving lesson a few days back&lt;div&gt;no, actually its only yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but my day is so packed with stuff &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that it actually seemed so long ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh back to the point, ya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was stepping on the clutch pedal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i was thinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything is all about tension and release&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like no matter how far or how fast a car moves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after sometime it got to slow down or stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and like how every piece of music in itself is in the form of tension and release&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;listen closely, and every note is a form of it too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the entrance and the ending, how intense or relaxed it is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and then it lead on to alot of other stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i look at some people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how they keep going on full steam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;without a break, day and night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still so upbeat and forward looking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where's their release button?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when is it going to stop?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and working with them makes me feel so lucky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im surrounded by people who do what they love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they made me a workaholic like them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont think about ending work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont cast a glance at my watch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i go back on days i dont need to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i ask for extra lessons, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha which the parent happily agreed to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i start to see some light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;choosing passion over any other thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but im also so involved involved in the edu sector&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that got to say something too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/68941510423820483-8692663626289862068?l=missychoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8692663626289862068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=68941510423820483&amp;postID=8692663626289862068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/68941510423820483/posts/default/8692663626289862068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/68941510423820483/posts/default/8692663626289862068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-thought-just-pop-up-during-driving.html' title=''/><author><name>its me and me and me and me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545863673868591310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68941510423820483.post-3953723849427583885</id><published>2008-04-03T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T09:10:40.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i rmb telling someone close to me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to go for something you really want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then not trying at all &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause when you look back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at least you would have been certain of the outcome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then not knowing at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i reallyreally wish i hadnt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i wouldnt be stuck in this dilema&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the unknown would have provided much comfort&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;much better than this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it started out as one of the plans i have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then realising that it was almost taken away from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i want it more than ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how close i am to have it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and still believing that it was meant for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it may never materialise afterall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its almost like life is poking fun of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;putting me through test after test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i stupidly believe that everything happens for a reason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but never seemed to get an answer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ive been making myself terribly busy with work and stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hoping that at the end of the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll be too tired and i'll just fall asleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but somehow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been keeping late nights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;waking up at six and continue with my twenty hour day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im no superwoman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and its taking a toll on me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just give me this for once&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want it reallyreally badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/68941510423820483-3953723849427583885?l=missychoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3953723849427583885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=68941510423820483&amp;postID=3953723849427583885' title='0 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;div&gt;an excuse for not doing what we really want to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;an excuse for not meeting up with friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;an excuse for not spending more time with precious ones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;an excuse for 'i-dont-know-i-cant-really-think-of-any'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause i realised that despite having so many things going on in my life concurrently&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything falls in place nicely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;except that that i often forget to put in meal breaks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which isnt a very good thing, you know why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its like, if you really want to get things done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you will find time for it no matter how busy you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of course, it cant be helped that timings do clash sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;other than that we'll achieve nighty percent of what we want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;april's almost here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nearing three months of this full fledge break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its certainly packed with stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tired i may be sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but im totally enjoying myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be it work or other activities&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;relief teaching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;two tuition kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;admin work at tuition centre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;volunteer weekly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;driving lessons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;viola lessons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;piano lessons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and alumni prac which ended with a concert in march hols&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fulfilling indeed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just got to be thankful for all this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;perhaps its my way of escaping all those fretting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;business is not the word&lt;/span&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/68941510423820483-8450769402712673399?l=missychoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8450769402712673399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=68941510423820483&amp;postID=8450769402712673399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/68941510423820483/posts/default/8450769402712673399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/68941510423820483/posts/default/8450769402712673399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/business-is-just-excuse-excuse-for-not.html' title=''/><author><name>its me and me and me and me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545863673868591310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68941510423820483.post-63648936947420970</id><published>2008-03-26T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:43:07.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9ktM20t5FM/R-qQ4UK7ocI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Rr-p-Hv00wE/s1600-h/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9ktM20t5FM/R-qQ4UK7ocI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Rr-p-Hv00wE/s320/beach.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182113618404811202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just hope all the late night pays off&lt;div&gt;something good has comes out of this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it has to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;perhaps mine planning ahead is doing more harm than good &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i shouldnt be thinking and worrying and leave it up to fate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;afterall i always tell my kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;slowly, be patient ... time will see that your hard work pay off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at that age, yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but as you grow older time doesnt go your way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and as much as we want things to go our way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we also have to expect that it often doesnt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I NEED TO SCREAM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i want to see those happy pills tmr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but appt clash &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and unfortunately only they can make my gloomy thurs bright:(&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/68941510423820483-63648936947420970?l=missychoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/feeds/63648936947420970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=68941510423820483&amp;postID=63648936947420970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/68941510423820483/posts/default/63648936947420970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/68941510423820483/posts/default/63648936947420970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-just-hope-all-late-night-pays-off.html' title=''/><author><name>its me and me and me and me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545863673868591310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9ktM20t5FM/R-qQ4UK7ocI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Rr-p-Hv00wE/s72-c/beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68941510423820483.post-6959887375418810004</id><published>2008-03-25T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T11:42:12.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;an observation of mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;most people around me are in a desperate bid to get in a relationship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in my very opinion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;getting into a relationship isnt the toughest thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what most difficult is resisting to get into one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it isnt that difficult to get into one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tempting it may be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even when we tell ourselves that our min. requirement is this and this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but at the end of the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our heart soften when one goes out of the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or simply, gives more attention&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause affection and acknowledgement and acceptance are what humans crave for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not just in a relationship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but also friendship or in a classroom or in our workplace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why dont we look out into the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not just the people around us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but beyond that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the people in our society&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;instead of being on the receiving end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we have so much within us to offer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when we give selflessly &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we'll actually receive much more, trust me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause just a slight nod or a smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can tug your heartstrings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and as i was planning my schedule for next week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i realised that most of my time are spent &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with those that i have known for a few months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its time for more meet up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lunch shopping and dinner dates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ive been neglecting them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;its the things in common that make relationships enjoyable&lt;div&gt;but the little differences that makes it interesting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/68941510423820483-6959887375418810004?l=missychoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6959887375418810004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=68941510423820483&amp;postID=6959887375418810004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/68941510423820483/posts/default/6959887375418810004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/68941510423820483/posts/default/6959887375418810004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/observation-of-mine-most-people-around.html' title=''/><author><name>its me and me and me and me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545863673868591310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68941510423820483.post-739531258165293856</id><published>2008-03-24T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:43:08.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GOSH...my days are packed&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;with stuff going on back to back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and im trying to squeeze a little time for everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at the same time doing my best to have quality time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and not rush through them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im trying hard to convince myself that im not busy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;although failing quite badly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;afterall its all up to the mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how busy one is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its about planning my time well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and enjoying every moment of business&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it cant be helped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause i was suppose to be free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but all these activities are not mandatory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and besides i enjoy them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've planned a whole list of people to meet up with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people that i should have met since the start of jc life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but somehow along the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;didnt really got down to it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a whole list of places to visit &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i barely strike off half the list&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;besides that, i havent been spending much 'me' time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;except that i last remembered i had been watching movies &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for a consecutive no. of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but somehow im crowded with stuff to be able to do that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quite disjointed post&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but ah...rushing around makes me feel like that all the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;exciting stuff this week:))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9ktM20t5FM/R-fS-UK7obI/AAAAAAAAAC0/qLtoSX_DQog/s320/butterfulq6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ironically, i never felt this free before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;free as in busy/free  and  freedom/free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/68941510423820483-739531258165293856?l=missychoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/feeds/739531258165293856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=68941510423820483&amp;postID=739531258165293856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/68941510423820483/posts/default/739531258165293856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/68941510423820483/posts/default/739531258165293856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>its me and me and me and me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545863673868591310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9ktM20t5FM/R-fS-UK7obI/AAAAAAAAAC0/qLtoSX_DQog/s72-c/butterfulq6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68941510423820483.post-6447501809912197943</id><published>2008-03-20T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:43:08.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im near burnt out&lt;br /&gt;something which is not suppose to happen &lt;div&gt;since its supposed to be a break i promised myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why cant i go back on promises&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why did i promise so much in the first place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why did i even entertain the thought of letting others down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why didnt i think about myself first?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why am i so upset with myself in the first place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didnt realised i was upset till someone told me right in my face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'why do you look so unhappy today, tired ah?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanted to cry there and then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but as usual, the kids did wonders:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, i wanted it so badly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cant i just have it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a happier note&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this girls did managed to lift my mood little too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9ktM20t5FM/R-KllUK7oZI/AAAAAAAAACk/56rktwsaYxE/s320/DSC00063.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/68941510423820483-6447501809912197943?l=missychoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6447501809912197943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=68941510423820483&amp;postID=6447501809912197943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/68941510423820483/posts/default/6447501809912197943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/68941510423820483/posts/default/6447501809912197943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-near-burnt-out-something-which-is.html' title=''/><author><name>its me and me and me and me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545863673868591310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9ktM20t5FM/R-KllUK7oZI/AAAAAAAAACk/56rktwsaYxE/s72-c/DSC00063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68941510423820483.post-5470791485426565515</id><published>2008-03-19T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:43:08.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9ktM20t5FM/R-KnUUK7oaI/AAAAAAAAACs/Jj3hLHzDQqo/s1600-h/me%2Bkimi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9ktM20t5FM/R-KnUUK7oaI/AAAAAAAAACs/Jj3hLHzDQqo/s320/me%2Bkimi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179886488883274146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy birthday sweeet!&lt;div&gt;love from spore to indo then to macau:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/68941510423820483-5470791485426565515?l=missychoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5470791485426565515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=68941510423820483&amp;postID=5470791485426565515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/68941510423820483/posts/default/5470791485426565515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/68941510423820483/posts/default/5470791485426565515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-birthday-sweeet-love-from-spore.html' title=''/><author><name>its me and me and me and me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545863673868591310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9ktM20t5FM/R-KnUUK7oaI/AAAAAAAAACs/Jj3hLHzDQqo/s72-c/me%2Bkimi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68941510423820483.post-6597087532703977447</id><published>2008-03-13T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T08:47:04.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my girl showed me her whole collection of stickers&lt;div&gt;and even giving some to me&lt;div&gt;i told you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she knows i love them:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now, talk about me and stickers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA&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/68941510423820483-6597087532703977447?l=missychoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6597087532703977447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68941510423820483.post-7902559558669209097</id><published>2008-03-09T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:43:08.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9ktM20t5FM/R9Q5AvprmSI/AAAAAAAAACc/sGWzIaEGz5M/s1600-h/248920216_c78579d0d8_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9ktM20t5FM/R9Q5AvprmSI/AAAAAAAAACc/sGWzIaEGz5M/s320/248920216_c78579d0d8_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175824556709615906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why the reluctance&lt;div&gt;what's stopping me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been sure of what i want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;except this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;urgh!&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/68941510423820483-7902559558669209097?l=missychoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7902559558669209097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=68941510423820483&amp;postID=7902559558669209097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68941510423820483.post-8851682163892164051</id><published>2008-03-08T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:43:08.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it wasnt great results&lt;div&gt;but im just thankful for it&lt;div&gt;for it could have been worse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was neutral, neither feeling hapy nor sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but more worried about those who had not done as they had expected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just hate this thing about others being upset&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i cant bear to see them cry or hold back their tears &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it hurts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks for telling me that i should be happy instead of just neutral,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for lifting my mood cause i really would have started tearing then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and everyone else who was genuinely concerned:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9ktM20t5FM/R9Kvd_prmRI/AAAAAAAAACU/dSIYEIzYDbE/s320/530516761_b35b164ec8_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it feels like a great load off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it never felt this good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that this phase of life have ended&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps. do let me know if you know anyone who teaches viola&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/68941510423820483-8851682163892164051?l=missychoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8851682163892164051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9ktM20t5FM/R9Kvd_prmRI/AAAAAAAAACU/dSIYEIzYDbE/s72-c/530516761_b35b164ec8_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68941510423820483.post-6802185249316499121</id><published>2008-02-27T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T05:47:07.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha i bought stickers for the kids&lt;div&gt;and im so badly want to paste it on their ws&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the kids must have sensed my eagerness:))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/68941510423820483-6802185249316499121?l=missychoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6802185249316499121/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68941510423820483.post-7583971131013211488</id><published>2008-02-23T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T09:15:43.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realised...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its not just about passion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its more than that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its love for it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and actually missing it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/68941510423820483-7583971131013211488?l=missychoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7583971131013211488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=68941510423820483&amp;postID=7583971131013211488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/68941510423820483/posts/default/7583971131013211488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/68941510423820483/posts/default/7583971131013211488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-realised.html' title=''/><author><name>its me and me and me and me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545863673868591310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68941510423820483.post-934777905872158042</id><published>2008-02-19T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T09:18:22.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;a whole lot of activities coming up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it felt impossible to be part of every one of them&lt;/div&gt;but alas, everything falls nicely in place:)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and more to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/68941510423820483-934777905872158042?l=missychoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/feeds/934777905872158042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68941510423820483.post-4762797882333527018</id><published>2008-02-16T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:43:08.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9ktM20t5FM/R7XP4rJdnsI/AAAAAAAAACE/u2Zii2CvJGs/s1600-h/185062629_545b8c79ae_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9ktM20t5FM/R7XP4rJdnsI/AAAAAAAAACE/u2Zii2CvJGs/s320/185062629_545b8c79ae_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167264720039550658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've never been that afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the fateful day fast approaching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how ironic that everyone around me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;has so much faith in me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(for that i thank every single one of you for being my morale booster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it didnt help much still)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wheras i do not have faith in myself at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not a single bit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wonder why they thought so highly of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;asking me to go to a certain uni,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go for scholarships, and what nots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im not pressured into living up to their expectation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because i really dont know what to expect at all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how it will all turn out &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and besides i know they genuinely care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and im grateful to have them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shut my eyes and i have nightmares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;awake and i fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wonder how i will survive the week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;terribly afraid:(&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/68941510423820483-4762797882333527018?l=missychoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy st valentine:)&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/68941510423820483-3526807002047629376?l=missychoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3526807002047629376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=68941510423820483&amp;postID=3526807002047629376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/68941510423820483/posts/default/3526807002047629376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/68941510423820483/posts/default/3526807002047629376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-st-valentine.html' title=''/><author><name>its me and me and me and me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00545863673868591310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y9ktM20t5FM/R7XRQ7JdntI/AAAAAAAAACM/Go2MaD-WQtM/s72-c/99209546_e8c4cb70a7_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68941510423820483.post-3458808492996631198</id><published>2008-02-13T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:43:09.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have too much spare time in between lessons&lt;div&gt;not alot of it, really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but enough for my mind to wonder off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hence it would be nice to keep track of what im thinking of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this best describes my thoughts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after each lesson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its a child's life you are talking about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;make or break it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've come to a frightening conclusion &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that i am the decisive element in the classroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's my personal approach that determines the climate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's my daily mood that makes the weather. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a teacher, i possess a tremendous power &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to make a child's life miserable or joyous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can be a tool of torture or an instrument of inspiration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can humilate or humour, hurt or heal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In all situations, it is my response that decides &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whether a crisis will be escalated or de-escalaed, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and a child humanized or dehumanized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haim Ginott&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;(taken from one of the teacher's table that i relief)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9ktM20t5FM/R7XKTbJdnrI/AAAAAAAAAB8/350u-_EJ8KE/s320/345635648_40eef4f590_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;children in school ... potential awaiting to be unleashed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/68941510423820483-3458808492996631198?l=missychoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missychoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3458808492996631198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=68941510423820483&amp;postID=3458808492996631198' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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