What's your love language?

The Five Love Languages

My primary love language is probably
Quality Time
with a secondary love language being
Acts of Service.

Complete set of results

Quality Time:		11
Acts of Service:		8
Receiving Gifts:		5
Words of Affirmation:		5
Physical Touch:		1

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Unhappiness in relationships, according to Dr. Gary Chapman, is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages. Sometimes we don't understand our partner's requirements, or even our own. We all have a "love tank" that needs to be filled in order for us to express love to others, but there are different means by which our tank can be filled, and there are different ways that we can express love to others.

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Dear Dad

I'm gonna be there...
even if it ain't fun

I'm gonna be there...
even if others say otherwise

I'm gonna be there..
even if it hurts

I'm gonna be there..
Just because

I love you.

Excited!!

It's coming..

It's coming..

It's coming!!!

Yippee!!

If only...

If only I had smaller feet...I would not be in such GREAT PAIN!

If only I bought a bigger size...I would be smiling :D

PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN!!!

Rain Down

pain no more!

A dose of kindness

A sprinkle of love

A whole load of concern

And a huge bowl of deer tendon!

Backache's gone!

Music Mnemonics

painful sia~~

I'm in pain..

Super duper backache.

ARGH!

ARIGATO!!!

Thank you.. for praying

Thank you.. for being there

Thank you.. for listening

Thank you.. for everything!!

Thank you everyone!!! Dad's much better!

On the 10th of March, daddy had a birthday celebration in the hospital.

He didn't expect it. Haha!

Thank you, God!

...at a lost...

Lil' one

Scolding doesn't work...anymore.

I used to think that punishment = discipline.

No longer is that true.

I want to be your friend.

An example that you'd imitate.

Am I good enough?

Haha.

Teaching is no longer just that.

What does it take to get into a child's life?

It shouldn't be that hard, I was once a child too.

Truth is, it is hard.

You're different, your needs.. I'm appalled..

I'm at my wit's end.

Yippee!!

Dad's fine!

Dad's fine!

Dad's fine!

Dad's fine!

Dad's fine!

Dad's fine!

Yippee!!!!

Why....?

Hmm... Dad's sick.

It seems everyone has begun to accept it. It's a fact.

I miss daddy.

Please come back.

Caught in between

These two days.. I've been caught in between-a lot.

I've been going out with my eldest bro and sis-in-law.

And they squabbled at the slightest things. Slightest.

Sigh.. Communication isn't just words. In fact it's everything else. Your tone.. your body languge... your personal radius( Let's get mathemathical)

On the eve, it started out with bro hugging his wife squeezing through the crowds. After the fireworks, it was jammed... EVERYWHERE! Traffic was slow, tempers were flaring. Everyone wanted to get out of the place fast. We were stuck. Can't move an inch.

*squabble*

They were no longer hugging. Bro was walking really fast.. ahead. I spoke to sis... then to bro. Reconciliation. Phew.

Just earlier...bro misplaced his phone. He asked sis...in a rather harsh tone.

*squabble*

We sat in his car, setting out to visit sis' parents. He drove recklessly.

I cried. Told him," Can you don't get angry over the slightest things..."

They made up... and the whole night was peaceful...

Phew.

Acceptance

Woohoo!! It's chinese new year's eve!!

And I'm sick. I'll just watch people grow fat while I abstain from all the goodies.

Hah! As if I will.. This weekend.. I'll go into the SWIM-EAT-SLEEP cycle :D

Yesterday was the last day to put up the new year decorations. It's gonna be the piggy year! All the kids were busily colouring my little piglets. One little boy was what started the colouring frenzy.

P: Miss Quek.. I thought you have something for us to do?

Me: Oh Ya! Wait.. I'll go photocopy the pigs..

Two days ago, his grandma came to me and talked and cried.

Me: Can he go back later? He hasn't finished his work yet.

G: I know he's a naughty boy. But don't call his parents when he's up to mischief.

Me:...

G: His mom would only scold. His dad would only hit him. He's my only grandson and they don't know how to love him.

Tears welled up..

G: I've been taking care of him since he was young..

Is it because he has never been loved by his parents in a way he could understand? Just hitting.. scolding the child when they've done something wrong doesn't mean love. You've got to explain to the child why you did that.

As I was washing the dishes.. I called him to me.

Me: I spoke to your grandma earlier.

P:...

Me: I just want to say that your grandma loves you a lot. Also... Be a good boy. I won't call your parents up, but you have to be a good boy.

P: Ye-s

Me: Wanna help me this friday?

P: Yes!

He needs to be accepted. He needs to be loved.

P: Here Miss Quek! ( he hands me the piglets he has just coloured)

Me: WoW! Nice! Can you cut them?

P: Okie! (beaming away)

I'm happy too :D

Baa...Baaa....

A simple Thank You!

X: Can you come to my class? This kid, N, is crying. I dunno why..
Me: Okie..

+This bunch of kids are rarely quiet. It's strange as I entered to find silence+

N: ...SOB...
Me: Come on out.. (N came out still sobbing) What happened? Are you alright?
N: sob..SOb..I've got lotsa homework...SOB...
Me: It's alright.. Dun cry.. You're excused from tuition today. (N widened his eyes... tears brimming) You come to my class. I'll help you out.

N isn't a pure Chinese. He's mixed. He has never really understood Chinese but has to take it as his second language. hah.. It's Chinese tuition that he's excused from. :D

When I was in secondary school, it was common for the teachers to give us holiday assignments (lotsa them in fact!!) Due to poor poor poor time management, I'd play away the entire holidays then.... On the second last day of holidays, start rushing my assignments. The first time it happened, I cried a whole lot before falling back to sleep. My brother, who was merely two years older than me, had a shock. He told mommy and mommy just said," Just sleep. Wake up early and finish up your work." I slept soundly, knowing I'm not alone :D

Me: Wow! That's the last page! Well done!
+After completing the last bit of his homework...+
N: Thank you Miss Quek..(softly)

Tears started brimming from my eyes. A simple thank you. I'm touched and really appreciated.

Thank you little one..

It's a brand new year!

Gosh!! It's 2007!!!

Well.. Happy New Year!

It's really belated huh?!

Since it's a new beginning, let me start with some new year resolutions!

+I wanna be a clown. Even if it's just for a day. I want the full works, make up, costume and balloons and a whole bunch of kids!! Hah!
+Lose weight lor... sianz..
+Learn cycling!! Now that I've mastered swimming. :D
+hmm... try out diving?
+Do well in my studies... I wanna be a psycho one day.

Hah!! These are just some.. I want SO MUCH MORE!!!

Wahahahahahahahahaha!!!

Splish Splosh Splash!!!

Swimming...

Without the board

Wading hard

My arms hurt

Muscles are forming!!

Woohoo!!

*bye bye fats*