<?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-1742253693898870014</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:22:44.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im Strict and Fierce !</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iworkwonders.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1742253693898870014/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iworkwonders.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SoNeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14605101611801498206</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>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1742253693898870014.post-2126893008874895650</id><published>2008-03-17T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T22:56:28.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me and my handphone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;loneliness is the worst feeling ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;separated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;distanced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;far away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;i can i can i can. im strong. im strong. i wont let anything break me.i can do without u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;why? why now, why me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i miss u .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;miss every part, every moment, everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;miss ur smile, ur jokes, ur laughter,ur pettiness,ur company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i hate u .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and will never forgive u .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GO AND DIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1742253693898870014-2126893008874895650?l=iworkwonders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iworkwonders.blogspot.com/feeds/2126893008874895650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1742253693898870014&amp;postID=2126893008874895650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1742253693898870014/posts/default/2126893008874895650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1742253693898870014/posts/default/2126893008874895650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iworkwonders.blogspot.com/2008/03/me-and-my-handphone.html' title='me and my handphone.'/><author><name>SoNeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14605101611801498206</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-1742253693898870014.post-9150814614363570023</id><published>2008-02-24T21:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T12:31:15.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spore Airshow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;alritee.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;i woke uo tday without a heavy heart, unlike other bad days .. so thats a good sign.. hehe ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;im gng keep maself occupied with family and friends ,exercising reading and working :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;im thinkin of taking up bike liscense ..wart do u think? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;i cant wait for holidays with the girls .. im very excited :):)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;alrite.. so what have i been up to from 19/2- 24/2 ? the SPORE AIRSHOW ! correct ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;it was super fun experience.. met alot of nice ppl ..mingled with cute men andd lots of good food ..and relaxing time .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;i worked under a french missile company, MBDA .. how kewl is that ?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;getting to view the airshow everyday for free ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;and being Exhibitors , we get good treatment and dont have to stand in long ques to take the buses :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff66;"&gt;get to see many ppl making a fool of themselves .. really ahha.. shiqi,cartini shd noe wart i mean !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;lastly we get PAID ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;the Black Knights and Hornet were really good by the way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;these are some pictures : -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LlgJCS8GShY/R8OLZSjzOxI/AAAAAAAAABA/2em2rtv-S4k/s1600-h/20022008(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LlgJCS8GShY/R8OLZyjzOyI/AAAAAAAAABI/57C6MO6rpZo/s1600-h/IMGP0222.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171132383028788018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LlgJCS8GShY/R8ONgSjzOzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/8UZCVwYQ3uo/s320/20022008(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt; i like it with the Welcome Banner.. too bad my eyes were closed ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171132387323755330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LlgJCS8GShY/R8ONgijzO0I/AAAAAAAAABY/a1Sc5ZLTjp4/s320/IMGP0222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me, cartini, shiQi's fren and ShiQi..  ShiQi was my partner at the booth. cartini was attached to some USA booth that was filled with DRAMA ! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171132391618722642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LlgJCS8GShY/R8ONgyjzO1I/AAAAAAAAABg/14wOPrHzR7k/s320/IMGP0281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;aboard the shuttle bus &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171132404503624546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LlgJCS8GShY/R8ONhijzO2I/AAAAAAAAABo/PcxEcB1SaoU/s320/IMGP0223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;at the private cafe of my booth where we had students from Hospitality and Tourism to serve us . thanks guys ! :) i love the cookies btw!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171132408798591858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LlgJCS8GShY/R8ONhyjzO3I/AAAAAAAAABw/iH1gbvi1PKA/s320/IMGP0244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ms Astruc, a very pleasant lady incharge of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LlgJCS8GShY/R8OQzijzO9I/AAAAAAAAACg/OQ7ZtzQxiXk/s1600-h/IMGP0262.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171136012276153298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LlgJCS8GShY/R8OQzijzO9I/AAAAAAAAACg/OQ7ZtzQxiXk/s320/IMGP0262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LlgJCS8GShY/R8OQ0CjzO-I/AAAAAAAAACo/DisoHzFBNH8/s1600-h/IMGP0215.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171136020866087906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LlgJCS8GShY/R8OQ0CjzO-I/AAAAAAAAACo/DisoHzFBNH8/s320/IMGP0215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;shez the head of the Media, extremely busy woman . she wanted the pic taken with animation ..ahahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LlgJCS8GShY/R8OQ0SjzO_I/AAAAAAAAACw/ubZrl6-XoCA/s1600-h/23022008(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171136025161055218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LlgJCS8GShY/R8OQ0SjzO_I/AAAAAAAAACw/ubZrl6-XoCA/s320/23022008(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Mr Mati n Shiqi ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LlgJCS8GShY/R8OQ0ijzPAI/AAAAAAAAAC4/5mocuYT8azw/s1600-h/23022008(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171136029456022530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LlgJCS8GShY/R8OQ0ijzPAI/AAAAAAAAAC4/5mocuYT8azw/s320/23022008(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;doesnt the man on the left look like Mr Bean ? well hez french and hez name in french means 'Red Wine' In English ! hahaha ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LlgJCS8GShY/R8OQ0yjzPBI/AAAAAAAAADA/ImBkSl6g2lM/s1600-h/IMGP0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171136033750989842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LlgJCS8GShY/R8OQ0yjzPBI/AAAAAAAAADA/ImBkSl6g2lM/s320/IMGP0254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me and the AIRBUS 830 ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i enjoyed myself .. and i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;would love an opprtunity like this one again :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1742253693898870014-9150814614363570023?l=iworkwonders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iworkwonders.blogspot.com/feeds/9150814614363570023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1742253693898870014&amp;postID=9150814614363570023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1742253693898870014/posts/default/9150814614363570023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1742253693898870014/posts/default/9150814614363570023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iworkwonders.blogspot.com/2008/02/spore-airshow.html' title='Spore Airshow'/><author><name>SoNeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14605101611801498206</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/_LlgJCS8GShY/R8ONgSjzOzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/8UZCVwYQ3uo/s72-c/20022008(003).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1742253693898870014.post-6607292966608977182</id><published>2008-02-23T21:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T21:31:23.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>help</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;im going to start the blog by saying .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;pls dont assume anything .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;pls dnt associate the below with anyone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;pls dnt ask me about it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;i hate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;negativity&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i always was a cheerful happy person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i love to make those ard me happy and laugh and im always with a smile on my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;thats me , thats Shahira . and i love me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;but over the years i feel i lost a little part of me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;i been through situations that test my patience, play with my emotions and brought tears to ma eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;i felt negative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;when i do.. i tend to keep it to myself . iniatially i used to spill it out to my close ones..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;soon.. i just get sick of it i end up keeping it maself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;at times im numbed. its like im used to it, im not affected. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;i botttle up the emotions .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;i laugh ,remained strong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;and during these sad nights.. sickeningly it takes me longer to doze off.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;i start to wonder why im facing n receiving all this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;i list down where i went wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;want to eliminate the source of my misery, but somehow i feel i cant . its like not letting me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;im hooked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-for things to change, you must change- , a phrase that i strongly believe in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i did change hoping for things to change.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i became a nicer human being , lookout for ppl ard me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;nicer to my parents and my loved ones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;became more tolerant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;tings did change a little for me ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;but once in a while .. the misery returns to eat my everybit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;makes me feel so horrible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;so worthless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;so upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;soo upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;i dnt noe what to do ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;im afraid i'd make the wrong decision that might affect me terribly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;i hate this negative feeling .im gng stop and read a book . bye .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1742253693898870014-6607292966608977182?l=iworkwonders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iworkwonders.blogspot.com/feeds/6607292966608977182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1742253693898870014&amp;postID=6607292966608977182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1742253693898870014/posts/default/6607292966608977182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1742253693898870014/posts/default/6607292966608977182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iworkwonders.blogspot.com/2008/02/help.html' title='help'/><author><name>SoNeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14605101611801498206</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-1742253693898870014.post-8061191235075090128</id><published>2008-01-24T21:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T17:16:27.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NIGHT SHIFT !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LlgJCS8GShY/R5r6YzglDII/AAAAAAAAAA4/STbvVSEPH2o/s1600-h/DSC02791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159711627156982914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LlgJCS8GShY/R5r6YzglDII/AAAAAAAAAA4/STbvVSEPH2o/s320/DSC02791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PHEW !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just ended my 3 nights shift in Changi Hospital- the 1st of my nursing career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mann.. i was very excited, i never did night shifts before.Besides, i kept thinking i wouldnt survive coz i love my night sleep and i cant stay awake even in chalets and slumber parties ! hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept asking my friends who have done their night shifts how it was for them .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jovell said she loved it ,that it is very peaceful at night and time passes very fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fathiyah and Du Rei said it is very tiring on the 2nd night. their body wasnt very used to it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meishi said she was practically half asleep during the nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FINALLY ! on the 11th week of PRCP, i did my 1st night shift. its a big deal btw haahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1st night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt sleep on the day of my night shift. i couldnt as i hardly take afternoon naps. I followed my mom to Joo Chiat to buy cloth and drove her to the tailor. i managed to sleep from 5pm-6.30pm. got up, prepared my herbal tea and started work. the 2 staff nurses i was working with , WJ and IVY and EN fiza was super fun click. during our free time we spoke aloott gossip aloott ahaha AND ATE ALOT . time passed very fast. i was incharge so i had alot of work to do . fiza and me ate maggi noodles at 2am. i was telling her ghost storeies and ended up scaring myself so i had to get my NYP frens teresa or hannah or my staff nurse to accompany me to the toilet ! hhahaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2nd night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was a killer ! i slept for only 3hrs after my 1st night then i went out and slept for another 3hrs . went gym. so i was practically gng to doze off and complaining alot during my 2nd night. missed my bed alot .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one patient was so noisy but it was good coz he made me awake ! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking vital signs is super annoying! CGH should revise their 4am vital signs taking for stable patients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to noe my other EN Irene and Guoying ,Xiaowei better . was ok la ..i was very hungry and sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3rd night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY ! after my 2nd night i slept from 9am till 6pm ! got up and did the treadmill and went work. drank my tea. btw the tea makes me awake. i shd have taken it on the 2nd night! 3rd night was better.im used to the routine and infact got a hang of working at night.annndddd... i m brave enough to go toilet myself ! hahaah ..&lt;br /&gt;i did feel things ard .. or felt like someone was behind me when i was doing some procedure to my patients but i brushed scary thoughts away..'' im just tired'' haha..RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;i was super hyper when it was time to pass report to the morning shift as i was so excited to spend the next 4days holiday-ing !&lt;br /&gt;YAY ! end of night shift marathon !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i met cartini and we went for a job interview since our holidays are coming and i dnt want to be all alone at home rotting and eating ..&lt;br /&gt;the ladee was LATE and it sorrt of pissed me off coz i was tired . then i did the interview confidently but with a bad voice and a tired face . she kept telling me i look mature and asked if i had a sore throat ! WHAT DO U THINK? i didnt sleep the whole nighhtttt ! try doing tt and see if u look like cinderella!&lt;br /&gt;grr. some ppl.&lt;br /&gt;hahaah.. so yess..&lt;br /&gt;in conclusion : NIGHT SHIFT AINT FOR ME ! yes when im a staff nurse i get paid alootttt per night shift but i love my night sleep more than moneyy. i love my night rest i love the night shows i missed on TV like Grey's anatomy, CSI Miami, desperate housewifes, ANTM .. bla bla..&lt;br /&gt;AND I GET BAD EYEBAGS. i dnt need darker circles ard my eyes u noe !&lt;br /&gt;and my whole body feels weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawn. im gng sleep now. HOLIDAYYY ! :) :) :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1742253693898870014-8061191235075090128?l=iworkwonders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iworkwonders.blogspot.com/feeds/8061191235075090128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1742253693898870014&amp;postID=8061191235075090128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1742253693898870014/posts/default/8061191235075090128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1742253693898870014/posts/default/8061191235075090128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iworkwonders.blogspot.com/2008/01/night-shift.html' title='NIGHT SHIFT !'/><author><name>SoNeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14605101611801498206</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/_LlgJCS8GShY/R5r6YzglDII/AAAAAAAAAA4/STbvVSEPH2o/s72-c/DSC02791.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1742253693898870014.post-7976332861413329583</id><published>2008-01-19T19:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T20:38:40.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LlgJCS8GShY/R5HsiVA_0mI/AAAAAAAAAAw/vDuJC6UoP-Y/s1600-h/th_twisss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157163122816963170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LlgJCS8GShY/R5HsiVA_0mI/AAAAAAAAAAw/vDuJC6UoP-Y/s320/th_twisss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;i was at my grandma's house a few days ago, came straight after work in my Nurses' Uniform. My grandma quickly made me eat and grandpa was asking me to drink milo . they were treating me like i just came home from War. haha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Then this KEPO auntie of mine was there.. asking my mom when im going to be a Staff nurse and how old i m . then she whispered to my mom to get me married soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;WHAT THE HACK !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;and i heard my power mom reply ''can get the groom from the mama shop? '' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;hahaahahah !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;irritating ppl. like they think marriage is everything. cant they mind their own business. she told me that if i find for groom when im 21-23 i can get the handsome ''strong'' guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;if i find when i m 24 plus and im haggered i will get lousy guys .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;HOW DARE SHE !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;screw it la . i mean does she think im soooo waiting to get married ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;i have so much to look forward to , goals to meet places to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;and i feel if i ever meet and marry a man who till the day i die can sincerely love me and can make me feel happy, im super lucky. coz if i live long .. it's a matter of40+ years ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;what are the chances this guy's feelings are going to last 40 years ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;and that how he looks at me now and how he looks at me when im old wont change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;honestly im not lookin forward . im afraid of living with the WRONG guy . what if God decided to punish me for my sins here , and makes my marriage life a living hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;what if that guy isnt what he seemed to be before marriage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;what if he is ultra possessive, he doesnt let me meet my family, doesnt let me meet up with my frens &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;he picks fights with me when i want some time alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;he verbally abuses me .. makes me feel lousy of myself, threatens me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;beats me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;he doesnt let me work, or he controls my pay and decides what i should do with it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;he hurts me everyday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;makes me suspicious, depress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;or, starts loving another girl behind my back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;sleeps ard without my knowledge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;keeps thinking im lookin at other guys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;or if i look good or dresses up , he thinks im attracting guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;calls me a slut &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;he feels inferior, insecure and takes it out on me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;he scolds my parents &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;what then ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;yes, divorce him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;even if i have kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;coz look !! im not some girl u can push ard . i WONT EVER tolerate such a man. once twice thrice, i might console myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;then i will leave and never look back. even if i have children , my children might not deserve a broken family , but they DEFINATELY dnt need succha dad ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;yes. so auntie, do u think someone like me really need to marry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;i have tons of girl cuzzins and 2 other sisters &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i alwaes tot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;we can all buy a huge house and stay together, work and come home to each other, have gals nites together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;yes we lack the manly fun , so what, when we can avoid the manly stress and MESS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;but as for now , i do have in mind the sort of guy i'v alwaes wanted in general :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;#1 Someone that respects me ! (very important )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;if he lures vulgarities at me , doesnt tink my decision is important to him and talks lowly of me , GET LOST !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;#2 Someone that is educated ,mature, earns more than me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;im not hardup for the money,but if he earns lower than me , im afraid he mite be insecure and take it on me . i dnt ever want fights bcoz of money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;#3 can let me have time for myself, with my frens&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;and family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;#4 likes my family, my frens and vice versa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;#5 i can engage in nice fun conversations &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;#6 accepts me for who i m , accepts my past &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;#7has a personality i can live with vice versa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;#8someone like my dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;#9taller than me (hehe.. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;#10 someone that truly loves me .. that is genuine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;AND MANY MORE.. haahah ..i dnt need a perfect person. but just dnt hurt me , cheat me .. or disrespect me or my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;coz from love to tolerance it will turn to hate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;i will always want to live with my current family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;i love them and enjoy their presence wayy to much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;and i dnt want marriage to change any of tt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;ya,so marriage is something farr farr away(and i hope will never come )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;coz its lame shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;why even bother..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s188.photobucket.com/albums/z52/Soneya_photo/Rhea/?action=view&amp;amp;current=twisss.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1742253693898870014-7976332861413329583?l=iworkwonders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iworkwonders.blogspot.com/feeds/7976332861413329583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1742253693898870014&amp;postID=7976332861413329583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1742253693898870014/posts/default/7976332861413329583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1742253693898870014/posts/default/7976332861413329583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iworkwonders.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-was-at-my-grandmas-house-few-days-ago.html' title='Marriage'/><author><name>SoNeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14605101611801498206</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/_LlgJCS8GShY/R5HsiVA_0mI/AAAAAAAAAAw/vDuJC6UoP-Y/s72-c/th_twisss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1742253693898870014.post-239281851432614869</id><published>2008-01-15T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T23:52:16.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death - a long holiday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;one minute u can be alive and the next minute '' ------------------ ''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i have seen quite a number of patients die, but no matter what, every death makes me feel terrible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;being in the room where the body stops breathing, chest stops rising sends chills down my spine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can feel my face all cramped up, my arms shivering, and tears filling my eyes .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;a terrible feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i swallow my tears and suppress my emotions . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;im in my uniform.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;perform the last office for the patient in silence, thoughts running through my mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;what if this is my loved one ? can i take it ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;what if this is me ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;where is the soul now ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;at times when i am very attatched to a patient, and when he/she pass away , i cant contain my tears. i'd run to the toilet and cry my heartout, wipe my tears and act strong .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;some deaths are expected. experienced nurses actually can tell when the patient is going to ''go''. we tell the family to accept it , its good for the patient , relieve them from more ''suffering''.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but no matter what , no one can accept the lost of a loved one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i know i never can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I never faced a loved one's death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;my paternal grandparents died before i was born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but i know how much it affects my dad, he still misses his dad so much even after 20years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i value life alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my perspective of life and death has changed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i treasure people around me , my parents, my siblings, my cousins, my friends, relations, aquaintances, everyone .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i treasure every moment i spent with them like its the last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;sometimes, i ask myself why does God give us the best things in life , only to take it away from us .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then i console myself, we will all die, its natural, and we all hope to meet again up there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Inshallah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Death - A long holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1742253693898870014-239281851432614869?l=iworkwonders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iworkwonders.blogspot.com/feeds/239281851432614869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1742253693898870014&amp;postID=239281851432614869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1742253693898870014/posts/default/239281851432614869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1742253693898870014/posts/default/239281851432614869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iworkwonders.blogspot.com/2008/01/death-long-holiday.html' title='Death - a long holiday.'/><author><name>SoNeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14605101611801498206</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-1742253693898870014.post-2104495224050816469</id><published>2008-01-15T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T00:49:41.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 1st !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LlgJCS8GShY/R4uNUFA_0lI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PFa7qoYJjMQ/s1600-h/SPA54370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155369574538924626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LlgJCS8GShY/R4uNUFA_0lI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PFa7qoYJjMQ/s320/SPA54370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY 1ST BLOG! * WEEEtttsss! *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, afteerrr donkey years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;im so super &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt; ok i mean where else can i write abt myself hahaah.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i hope i dont get &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;bored &lt;/span&gt;of this like i get of FRIENDSTER &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THANK YOU MY DEAR SISTER RAIHANA !&lt;/span&gt; (shez the one above )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for patiently creating this blog for me and putting up with my fussiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but HEY u did have a good time &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;LAUGHING AT ME&lt;/span&gt; , thx. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the product of my boredom is this blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my aim : to blog on those boring nights when im back from work or simply have nothin to do online ,ppl on my MSN are simply boring or when im just waiting to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i decided nature. i really hate those &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;EMO&lt;/span&gt; blog skin . me and emo just ..naahh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im a happy person &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sat on this chair for an hour creating my blog , and my DVD- &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;''you got served''&lt;/span&gt; is staring at me for me to watch in my PORTABLE DVD PLAYER.. hoof hooff hehee.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;besides, its so lonely where im sitting now i can hear &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;noises from the walls&lt;/span&gt;. im not schizophrenic. but yes ''they'' are quite noisy .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and worst, the malay channel on TV ,a man is telling ghost stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shucks, n im doing three night shifts next week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YIKES !! &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' 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