<?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-9591381</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:08:07.373+03:00</updated><category term='holiday blues'/><title type='text'>Teri!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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>755</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-3289352600090917769</id><published>2010-08-26T08:55:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T08:58:41.984+03:00</updated><title type='text'>All I need is time, a moment that is mine.</title><content type='html'>I am wondering why on earth I have so many spams on my Cbox D: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I think Imma hop on over and use Tumblr more often soon. It's just so much easier to use Tumblr, srsly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9591381-3289352600090917769?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/3289352600090917769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=3289352600090917769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/3289352600090917769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/3289352600090917769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2010/08/all-i-need-is-time-moment-that-is-mine.html' title='All I need is time, a moment that is mine.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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-9591381.post-5219179695807966584</id><published>2010-07-26T13:03:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T13:32:52.958+03:00</updated><title type='text'>#23 - Words betray her.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/TE1iZdd7X5I/AAAAAAAAEP0/VYb1ma4P6Jo/s1600/Travis%2BMcCoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/TE1iZdd7X5I/AAAAAAAAEP0/VYb1ma4P6Jo/s400/Travis%2BMcCoy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498158909635649426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know what you're thinking. Who's this rapper dude? Okay maybe you know who he is but at first, I had no idea who he was. Haha this is Travie McCoy and his most recent hit was Billionaire featuring Bruno Mars, who I really like as well. I have a thing for rapping and R&amp;amp;B k? Too bad they don't sing rock. Anyways Billionaire's a really good song, just that the profanities are a liiiiiittle bit uncalled for haha. But then I found this song by him which I really love right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;One At A Time - Travie McCoy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yeah, Its Travie!&lt;br /&gt;Lets take a second and reflect on what we can do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To be smart and play a part in somethin' beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Embrace life appreciate the fact you even breathing,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cos we in the crosshairs and it's over season.&lt;br /&gt;If each one teaches one we got a good start.&lt;br /&gt;You're not a square 'cos you care and have a good heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;We gotta speak soft, and listen harder.&lt;br /&gt;Its right in front of our face but we don't even bother.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Think about it, think about it,&lt;br /&gt;Be about it, dont be afraid to speak about it.&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry about it even though they lie about it,&lt;br /&gt;Set a fire, inspire, dont turn the other cheek about it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't change the world overnight,&lt;br /&gt;But we can start by saving a life,&lt;br /&gt;One at a time, One at a time.&lt;br /&gt;So lets make history and help out those in need,&lt;br /&gt;One at a time, One at a time.&lt;br /&gt;We can change a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I be like my generations complaining about things that we don't have,&lt;br /&gt;But if you think about if you think about it we ain't got it so bad.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me I know bad, and I met worst,&lt;br /&gt;And it'd be so sad, to sit it and let it get worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's a simple concept we need to grasp quickly,&lt;br /&gt;Before we end up wishing we did something differently.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go and spread the word, and not the violence,&lt;br /&gt;C'mon lets get together try and put this all behind us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could change a life, then you can change a life.&lt;br /&gt;We can change a life, so lets just change a life,&lt;br /&gt;One at a time, One at a Time.&lt;br /&gt;If I could change a life, Then you can change a life.&lt;br /&gt;We can change a life, So lets just change a life,&lt;br /&gt;One at a time, One at a time,&lt;br /&gt;We can change a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh no I promised to post and I haven't done so in an entire month D: Its just that after my exams ODAC started spamming me with activities and I was so entirely swamped. And I was a bit disappointed with my results and wanted desperately to catch up and everything. I've already planned my study schedule for Promos. So after this, I'm gna study a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think I'm gna post much anymore. I think my Tumblr has most of my thoughts and ideas and all that. And my Facebook. And my own notebooks. I hardly have time nowadays to gather my thoughts anyway. Sometimes I think if I don't get the time to gather my thoughts they're gonna explode within me. But somehow they disappear after awhile, which is quite a waste actually, 'cos I know the greatest revelations sometimes come from little ideas. I'm really enjoying Lit 'cos I realised the things I learn there are really true to life and the human condition, and it helps me understand myself and the people around me better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been reading a book called "I, Lucifer" by Glen Duncan and I recommend it to you guys! But to have full understanding of quite a lot of things in the book, you kinda need some Bible knowledge. It's a really funny, creative novel about the devil being given a second chance at redemption by living as a human for a month until Judgement Day. It's been called "a wonderful act of ventriloquism" 'cos its from the viewpoint of Lucifer himself. I know it sounds a bit scary but trust me, you'll enjoy it. Its been said that we always pray for people who make mistakes, but who has ever prayed for the devil, the biggest sinner of us all? Lucifer has typically been known for enticing us, tempting us, controlling us, but by becoming human and living as one of us for a month, he finds out a lot about humans and its scary that Glen Duncan would know so much about the spiritual to make such connections. Imma go find more books by this guy. Reminds me, I need to finish reading Top Girls soon (yawns).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've decided that I wanna be more settled in my goals and not just float around everyday aimlessly. There are stuff I wanna do, there are things I wanna accomplish and its about time i get down to them. Been praying really hard everyday for understanding and strength and thank God that I've finally made a decision to do this. First half of the year was kind of a mess although I had a lot of fun. But now its time to do some work, mostly academically, at church, at home and in ODAC as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just ranting right nao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been thinking about scholarships and realised I'm absolutely clueless about 'em.&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/9591381-5219179695807966584?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/5219179695807966584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=5219179695807966584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/5219179695807966584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/5219179695807966584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2010/07/23-words-betray-her.html' title='#23 - Words betray her.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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/_oV2U4BK_6po/TE1iZdd7X5I/AAAAAAAAEP0/VYb1ma4P6Jo/s72-c/Travis%2BMcCoy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-5135403259866544570</id><published>2010-06-25T08:58:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T11:21:32.155+03:00</updated><title type='text'>#22 - Updates in progress.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/TCRmxjV629I/AAAAAAAAEPs/86nyjQ7hXV8/s400/tumblr_l4k9jmOF7U1qapng0o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486623247530908626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I took time out of my studying to type this. I thought I kind of should. I have tried had not to make it too sappy or sentimental. But I decided that I should just let my emotions be true and go with what comes to my head. It's kind of long, so, here it is:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first year anniversary is always the most important. A year, not long, not short either. It makes you feel like it happened yesterday, and yet at the same time, it was so long ago. After the second year, people think its ancient history. Bring it up, and you’re obsessed. I probably wouldn’t see tributes on Tv next year anymore. That’s the way it works. Things are forgotten to make way for new things to be forgotten in the future. Not a bad cycle really. Keeps us excited, keeps us on our toes. So let’s take this time to remember, while we can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago, on the morning of Singapore’s 25 June, I woke up to my father telling me that Michael Jackson had passed away. I remember thinking, “Michael Jackson. Haven’t heard that name in a long time.” I’m sorry, although I seem like I’m such a fan now, I admit. I am an after death fan. A kid fan, then an after death fan. His first and only trip to Singapore was in my year of birth, 1993, and after that, he was no longer at the peak of his career. I listened to him all the way till primary school, and adored him. Yes, I thought he looked a bit funny, but as a kid, I didn’t care too much. I imitated his screams and dance moves and did all of that. Admit it, you did it too. But then, as trends work, he faded away, to the back of my mind, where only a little joke or reference brought the memory of him back just for a few seconds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then came that morning. My father played his videos on Youtube while I was having breakfast after telling me the news. I didn’t feel anything much yet, was too busy recalling who Michael was to me when I was a kid. Billie Jean, Bad, Dangerous, they were all playing, song after song, as I ate my breakfast. After my father left the house, I took over and watched more videos. And I realised I couldn’t stop. I remember watching the video of him talking about imitating Jesus and loving children, where Jesus said, “The least among us shall be the greatest.” I really touched my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt way too much for him. It was like going back to being a kid, only that compared to when I was admiring him back then, it was a different admiration now. Now, its with the obvious sense of loss. Michael gave us the impression that he was going to be there forever. A modern day Peter Pan, never growing up, never going to die. But now, he has. He’s gone and all we have left, which should be his music and his legacy, has been tainted with tabloids, rumours and cruel jokes. I don’t know the truth to many cases and situations, but I can say I believe in Michael. Who am I, who are we to judge?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Maybe now, Michael, they’ll leave you alone.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After his death, the media circus went nuts and suddenly, Michael was just a popular as he was back in the day. More rumours, more spills, more tears, more anger. Why so much fuss over a death? A death is quiet, like at a funeral. You do not create a ruckus. You stand back. But of course, even helicopters flew over his private funeral to film his family’s pain in exchange for perhaps, some money. This opened me up not just to what the media does to Michael, but what the media does to everyone. They manipulate, they creep, they betray and they stir hatred.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There doesn’t go a time where I listen to his music, watch him dance or watch him just being him and then not think that this man was pure genius. And a genius with the best heart. I can go on forever with compliments, praises and declarations, but all that can be said about him has already been put out there for you, in his songs and in his messages. Put aside your doubts or accusations for this day. There’s enough hate in this world. And maybe by doing that, and listening to his songs with no walls put up, you will hear the truthfulness and sincerity in the music. This goes for any other artiste. Tabloids steal your money and mess with your heart and your brain. Artistes are humans too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never talked like this about anyone before. I don’t know if anyone will find this crazy or obsessive or over-reacting. They must understand that ignorance will not get them anywhere. There are many people I would like to write a tribute to as well, but this is one I definitely have to write. Michael must know he is loved and he always will be. I know he is in a better place. As for all the prayers for his family from the fans, I pray they may they reach their destination in the form of blessings and protection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to sit down in front of the Tv tmr and watch the Michael tribute on Channel 5 at 10 pm and smile. I’ve learnt much from his life, and from his death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Michael, for your life has brought joy, and so much more (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/TCOVG_3cMKI/AAAAAAAAEPk/XZcrw0yHsmY/s400/tumblr_l4gayz1NBQ1qbw0myo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486392718523117730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I wanna start being honest on my blog. Not crudely honest, but sincerely honest. That up there was a long, honest rant about Michael. No matter if nobody reads it. Personal satisfaction fulfills me (Y).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm really busy studying for mid-years and wasting precious time to post about my trips this holiday! But rest assured, once the exams are over, I'll update all you lovely people who still believe in this blog. Below are just small little peek previews of ODAC OT to Perak and UK Literature Study Trip. This holiday was a blast, with a few downers here and there. Experiencing the real downer now, about 4 days away from the exams and I have hardly finished revision. Wish me all the best! God bless for all your exams peeeeeeps &lt;3&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/TCL1BEIdO2I/AAAAAAAAEPc/Z-OQp65kvRA/s400/36477_407895665757_509165757_4311570_7276356_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486216694728571746" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the Millenium Bridge, London, where they shot a scene in a Harry Potter movie (I have no idea which one).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/TCL1Ac_vKUI/AAAAAAAAEPU/RyUt6uQDP0I/s1600/36477_407864415757_509165757_4310454_4063630_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/TCL1Ac_vKUI/AAAAAAAAEPU/RyUt6uQDP0I/s400/36477_407864415757_509165757_4310454_4063630_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486216684223015234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picnic with pre-packed food in cold wind! Stratford-Upon-Avon, Shakespeare's birthplace. People there are nuts about Shakespeare haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/TCL0_wCCtqI/AAAAAAAAEPM/jCj4oU54Cmo/s1600/20864_104053859644762_100001204454013_24054_1690804_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/TCL0_wCCtqI/AAAAAAAAEPM/jCj4oU54Cmo/s400/20864_104053859644762_100001204454013_24054_1690804_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486216672153089698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Base of Gunung Liang! Much loves to 27th ODAC PIs. We'll become Instructors soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, last but not least, my new TV crush (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/TCL099cbwJI/AAAAAAAAEO8/Khc1LCNkdBY/s400/3524036497_d6ffba8fcd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486216641393705106" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Artie from Glee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/TCL0XqyUn_I/AAAAAAAAEO0/5bRWFJC77Y4/s400/Glee%2BCast%2Bkevin%2Bmchale.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486215983550210034" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're gorgeous in real-life, Kevin McHale (Y).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/TCL0_OoGsgI/AAAAAAAAEPE/XQzrMF9SY0Y/s400/3471250.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486216663185928706" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did I mention he used to be from a boyband? He so gets bonus points for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I shall stop being a bimbo and squeaking about Kevin McHale. Do look forward to my updatesssssss. I think only Tricia and Pamela read this blog HAHA.&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/9591381-5135403259866544570?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/5135403259866544570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=5135403259866544570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/5135403259866544570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/5135403259866544570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2010/06/22-updates-in-progress.html' title='#22 - Updates in progress.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/TCRmxjV629I/AAAAAAAAEPs/86nyjQ7hXV8/s72-c/tumblr_l4k9jmOF7U1qapng0o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-7503774896683045914</id><published>2010-05-25T11:39:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T11:51:34.035+03:00</updated><title type='text'>#21 -Sleep paralysis &amp; lucid dreaming</title><content type='html'>I get them way too often. So, decided to do a bit of research.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wikipedia:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;In addition, the paralysis may be accompanied by terrifying hallucinations (hypnopompic or hypnagogic) and an acute sense of danger. &lt;b&gt;Sleep paralysis is particularly frightening to the individual because of the vividness of such hallucinations.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;(They really are kind of scary.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Chinese culture, sleep paralysis is widely known as “&lt;b&gt;鬼壓身/鬼压身&lt;/b&gt;” (pinyin: guǐ yā shēn) or “鬼壓床/鬼压床” (pinyin: guǐ yā chuáng), which literally translate into “ghost pressing on body” or “ghost pressing on bed.” A more modern term is “夢魘/梦魇” (pinyin: mèng yǎn).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;(This is continued by a whole long list of very frightening folklores from all over the world about sleep paralysis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many perceptions associated with sleep paralysis (visceral buzzing, loud sounds, adrenal mental state, presences, and the paralysis itself) also constitute a common phase in the early progression of episodes referred to as&lt;b&gt; out of body experiences&lt;/b&gt;. Mental focus varies between the two conditions; paralysis sufferers tend to fixate on reestablishing operation of the body, whereas subjects of out-of-body episodes are more occupied by perceived non-equivalence with the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;(What if I’ve had both? :/)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the actual transition into the dream state, dreamers are likely to experience sleep paralysis, including rapid vibrations, a sequence of loud sounds, and &lt;b&gt;a feeling of twirling into another state of body awareness&lt;/b&gt;, or of “&lt;b&gt;drifting off into another dimensio&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;n&lt;/b&gt;”, or like passing the interface between water into air, face front, body first, or the gradual sharpening and becoming “real” of images or scenes they are thinking of and trying to visualize gradually, which they can actually “see”, instead of the indefinite sensations they feel when trying to imagine something while wide awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I should try out walking around my house while lucid dreaming. Like, try looking in the mirror, try walking through walls, trying flying. It’d be so awesome. But I’m scared. What if I never wake up :/? That's why everytime I get it I force myself to wake up. Maybe I should be braver and just stay a little longer the next time, if I ever do get it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Try it out. Its pretty cool. Just lie in bed, face up, and stay still for as long as you can until you kind of fall into a state of paralysis. For me, it just happens although I don't conciously want it to. I try to avoid it, actually. But it kind of forces me into it. Then, if you're scared and you wanna wake up, just make the biggest movement you can to shock your body into waking up. If you wanna explore more, well, go ahead, 'cos I never tried going further than the hallucinations before. I never tried controlling the experience. Maybe I shall tonight, if it decides to happen again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember when I got it in Secondary school for the first time. I was soooo horribly terrified that I remember muttering The Lord's Prayer over and over again until the feeling went away. I made no effort to focus on the paralysis 'cos I wanted it to go away. But nowadays, the hallucinations are so real that its like being halfway in another dimension.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't understand it, but it comes so often I'm not that scared anymore.&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/9591381-7503774896683045914?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/7503774896683045914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=7503774896683045914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/7503774896683045914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/7503774896683045914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2010/05/21-sleep-paralysis-lucid-dreaming.html' title='#21 -Sleep paralysis &amp; lucid dreaming'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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-9591381.post-3591160447601913757</id><published>2010-05-16T17:22:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T17:26:13.250+03:00</updated><title type='text'>#20 - What are you missing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S-__9NCPhCI/AAAAAAAAEOk/4Actnuuchho/s1600/tumblr_l1pqp0FnJw1qb158no1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S-__9NCPhCI/AAAAAAAAEOk/4Actnuuchho/s400/tumblr_l1pqp0FnJw1qb158no1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471873499214611490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE SITUATION - In Washington , DC , at a Metro Station, on a cold January morning in 2007, this man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, approximately 2,000 people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.&lt;/div&gt;After about 3 minutes, a middle-aged man noticed that there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds, and then he hurried on to meet his schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 4 minutes later:&lt;br /&gt;The violinist received his first dollar. A woman threw money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 6 minutes:&lt;br /&gt;A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 10 minutes:&lt;br /&gt;A 3-year old boy stopped, but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head the whole time. This action was repeated by several other children, but every parent - without exception - forced their children to move on quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 45 minutes: &lt;div&gt;The musician played continuously. Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while.&lt;br /&gt;About 20 gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace. The man collected a total of $32.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 1 hour:&lt;br /&gt;He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed and no one applauded. There was no recognition at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before, Joshua Bell sold-out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100 each to sit and listen to him play the same music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a true story. Joshua Bell, playing incognito in the D.C. Metro Station, was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people’s priorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This experiment raised several questions:&lt;br /&gt;1. In a common-place environment, at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty?&lt;br /&gt;2. If so, do we stop to appreciate it?&lt;br /&gt;3. Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;how many other things are we missing as we rush through life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;?&lt;/b&gt;&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/9591381-3591160447601913757?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/3591160447601913757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=3591160447601913757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/3591160447601913757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/3591160447601913757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2010/05/20-what-are-you-missing.html' title='#20 - What are you missing?'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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/_oV2U4BK_6po/S-__9NCPhCI/AAAAAAAAEOk/4Actnuuchho/s72-c/tumblr_l1pqp0FnJw1qb158no1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-6593823876960055595</id><published>2010-05-11T15:50:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T16:20:41.125+03:00</updated><title type='text'>#19 - What are you sayin'?</title><content type='html'>My blog is gonna die soon 'cos I really don't have the time and energy to update it and keep it going. I think most of my photos are alrd on Facebook and its quite pointless to put them here. And I spend most of my time on Tumblr, which I'm going to revamp once I get the time (don't think I will ever get that done). I've officially lost my passion for blogging. I mean, I like writing and stuff. So maybe I'll leave it here so that I can come back whenever I want to :D &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so first Estrellas was freaking awesome. Thank you to Vj Dance for putting up a stellar performance, along with their friends not from Vj who performed as well. I wish there was a dance performance every year, 'cos its awesomez. Jiayi is from my class okay people! Haha. Pamela was sitting with the ODAC people during the concert and I'm glad everyone around us was really nice to her haha. I wanna apologise to the people in front of me 'cos I talk a bit loud :X AND VENUS, PAMELA AND I ARE YOUR FANS FOREVER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my next few weeks plus month are gonna be jam-packed, I swear. Tests, homework, ODAC, family, camps, studying for MYE, UK Trip, more ODAC, more studying. I hope I can cope, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to do my work. Really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am scared for Welcome PT (Which isn't gonna be much of a Welcome anymore :/)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;"It is God who arms me with strength and makes my way perfect. He makes my feet like the feet of a deer; he enables me to stand on the heights. He trains my hands for battle; my arms can bend a bow of bronze. You give me your shield of victory, and your right hand sustains me; you stoop down to make me great. You broaden the path beneath me, so that my ankles do not turn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Psalm 18:32-36&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes I lie so I don't have to explain myself to others, and most of all to myself.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9591381-6593823876960055595?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/6593823876960055595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=6593823876960055595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/6593823876960055595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/6593823876960055595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2010/05/19-what-are-you-sayin.html' title='#19 - What are you sayin&apos;?'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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-9591381.post-4129247651647848082</id><published>2010-05-01T18:53:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T18:55:59.551+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have so many things to doooo what the sfkjdkfldnskjcasndzkjdsa.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having kayaking 1-star this weekend, plus doing projects and essays and tests on the Monday holiday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it when teachers catch us sleeping in class and say things like "You know, you're supposed to have an optimum of 10 hours of sleep a day?" We CCA reach home 8+, do homework until past 12 midnight, how to sleep 10 hours, unless we reach school at 11?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I'm wasting time here ranting and stuff, but I guess sometimes, being whiney helps. Okay no it doesn't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm off to read Carol Ann Duffy's extreme feminist poems and evaluate them critically.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9591381-4129247651647848082?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/4129247651647848082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=4129247651647848082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/4129247651647848082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/4129247651647848082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-have-so-many-things-to-doooo-what.html' title=''/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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-9591381.post-2007727844296801075</id><published>2010-04-18T17:22:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T17:33:16.204+03:00</updated><title type='text'>#17 - DAR3!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;DAR3 is over! Will more post about it soon. Meanwhile, enjoy the pretty photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30 km of running (Okay fine we walked a lot of it) and biking, plus swimming, kayaking, paddle boarding, abseiling, rock-climbing, piggy-backing and other challenges along the way. Didn't get to do the orienteering and vertical challenge! But it was a lot of fun anyway. My partner, Joyce, and I rock ttm (Y)(L). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S8sWAEZRmhI/AAAAAAAAEOE/6W1CHncUBWE/s400/dar3+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461483163552422418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S8sV_xvp0TI/AAAAAAAAEN8/SSA675806AU/s400/dar3+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461483158546010418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S8sWAb3FvqI/AAAAAAAAEOM/Bf8jb5YCoBI/s400/dar3+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461483169851489954" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last part of the race! Was tired and walked a bit, then saw the camera man taking photo, so caught up with Joyce and decided to look really happy instead of tired :D I wanted to have a photo to remember the fun, not the tiredness haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so burnt now. Scratching my skin hurts D: I'm 2 shades darker D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess that's inevitable. Ugly tanlines, I hate you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S8sV_qLDj6I/AAAAAAAAEN0/lTwvJQAyd9I/s400/dar3+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461483156513460130" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S8sWJL8pRNI/AAAAAAAAEOc/KuQwNoepIfA/s400/dar3+6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461483320198644946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;DAR3!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;Discovering Adventure, Realising Extremes.&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/9591381-2007727844296801075?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/2007727844296801075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=2007727844296801075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/2007727844296801075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/2007727844296801075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2010/04/17-dar3.html' title='#17 - DAR3!'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S8sWAEZRmhI/AAAAAAAAEOE/6W1CHncUBWE/s72-c/dar3+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-6875606822366976895</id><published>2010-04-16T08:45:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T08:55:47.275+03:00</updated><title type='text'># 16 - Sflr.</title><content type='html'>Hey guys. Been awfully busy nowadays so I haven't been updating. I know only less than 10 people read my blog, seriously, but I shall update for you 10 plus minus really sweet people :D Photos soon k!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only have 3 minutes left of my 1.5 hour break. Was having lunch + looking at Tumblr previously. I might change permanently to Tumblr. Like, a new Tumblr other than liltaradiddles.tumblr.com. I only have 50+ followers and I mainly reblog stuff so what's the use? Wanna create sth more useful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway school's been busy. Not doing so well in my studies and I'm sooo lost for Econs and Physics. Praying real hard I get it by Mid-years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Received bad news last Sunday. Just wanna say God bless his family, and even though what happened has made me upset, I'm sure his immediate family feels worse. I felt so, frustrated, because what happened really made me think about how short and fragile life is. Couldn't stop choking up randomly. But from where I am, I pray for him and for his family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAR3 is tmr and I'm freaking out. 30km of really fun but obviously tiring things. But Joyce and I are just gonna go for it and see how it goes hahaha :D HOPE MY MUSCLE ACHES GO AWAY TMR. I have muscle aches from the 5 km run. Didn't stretch before it (smacks head).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to be at 2 camps during June + my 10-day London Trip. So I'll be away for the first 2 weeks. Don't miss me too much :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll edit this post to make it better and more worth reading soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't think now. My whole class is in Comp Lab slacking and it so noisy + I can't blog when someone's looking over my shoulder. Yes, you. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh no Justin Bieber is addictive :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9591381-6875606822366976895?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/6875606822366976895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=6875606822366976895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/6875606822366976895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/6875606822366976895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2010/04/16-sflr.html' title='# 16 - Sflr.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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-9591381.post-7989654899062560621</id><published>2010-04-02T15:22:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T16:32:00.959+03:00</updated><title type='text'>#15 - Good Friday</title><content type='html'>HAPPY GOOD FRIDAY EVERYBODY. Today's the day Jesus died on the cross for us, to provide the choice of salvation for all. Its a day of grace, forgiveness and love. Let's take this day to provide all of that to the people around us, just as we've received it. Went to watch Red Brick Road, an Easter presentation at my church today. It was like a musical drama set in Singapore in the 1970's. Impressive setting, interesting dialogue and great message. Great job guys! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm supposed to be doing PBL now. But it sucks and I'm lazy. There you go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So right now, I really want to thank everyone for their birthday wishes (: Was happy to wake up to so many wishes by SMS and Facebook! Feeling really happy, so thank you again, everyone. Went to Aston's for lunch with the fam and loved it. Took pictures with the Queen of Hearts and the Rabbit from Alice In Wonderland! Pictures soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Missed ODAC Initiation on Thursday. Apparently it was April Fool's joke, so after voting of posts, they told them they were gonna run 18 km. Haha but after awhile they stopped running, and the seniors said they were gonna have Initiation PT. Which, apparantly, was extremely dirty games. Like, gross dirty. Although I don't like getting so gross, I'm quite sad I missed it. It was probably a lot of fun! But, I had a good time performing at 'Life is Good' with Clara, Janice, Shi Lun, Kenny and David. Good job with the band playing, and hope everyone who went enjoyed themselves.&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/9591381-7989654899062560621?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/7989654899062560621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=7989654899062560621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/7989654899062560621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/7989654899062560621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2010/04/15-good-friday.html' title='#15 - Good Friday'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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-9591381.post-4266657981992753067</id><published>2010-03-20T07:50:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T14:48:19.599+03:00</updated><title type='text'>#14 - It's official.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't know if anyone ever reads this blog, but I'm here to update for those who do, and for my personal satisfaction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post is to post lots of outdated photos, but many of them will be on Facebook (once I have the time to upload). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here goes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S7CN_cQWiYI/AAAAAAAAEMk/jQDEojGNreA/s1600/IMG_3005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S7CN_cQWiYI/AAAAAAAAEMk/jQDEojGNreA/s400/IMG_3005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454015269801724290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S7CN-yglQJI/AAAAAAAAEMc/8B_FA5w0IvY/s400/IMG_3003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454015258595508370" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this stray cat at my gramma's place. Not because its the friendliest cat ever (It totally isn't), but because of its colours and the look it has. It looks like its been through a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S7CN-yglQJI/AAAAAAAAEMc/8B_FA5w0IvY/s1600/IMG_3003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S7COBAnX2uI/AAAAAAAAEM8/MVC2pL0zM2A/s1600/IMG_3032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S7COBAnX2uI/AAAAAAAAEM8/MVC2pL0zM2A/s400/IMG_3032.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454015296741825250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S7COAezT4SI/AAAAAAAAEM0/s4E8QBCIDvg/s400/IMG_3059.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454015287665090850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;OG BBQ was lots of fun! Super lots of cam-whoring and yummy food (: I love Pyxis, I love Pycnic, 'cos we have awesomez people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S7CN_y9PW6I/AAAAAAAAEMs/RfAGDmvIBSs/s400/IMG_3079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454015275895577506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S7CPWqgGtmI/AAAAAAAAENE/B8kJo-AeKNM/s400/IMG_3110.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454016768274511458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our OLC 2 Flag, front and back. The front there is the original design. We had to cut off the guy's legs 'cos we realised our flag was the wrong dimensions ): The back was pretty much random stuff, plus doodles mainly by Boh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S7CPW0KUzRI/AAAAAAAAENM/P49KHp3dM2k/s400/IMG_3116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454016770867514642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;My old specs, which broke right at the freaking centre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S7CPXk5HGSI/AAAAAAAAENU/2iZpMfvv_C0/s400/IMG_3143.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454016783948650786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S7CPYRD7Y5I/AAAAAAAAENk/g6_VetBF5wk/s1600/IMG_3148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S7CPYRD7Y5I/AAAAAAAAENk/g6_VetBF5wk/s400/IMG_3148.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454016795805180818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LYNX CHEER 2010!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Guys, we won! House cheer was full of crazy preparation late into the night, still doing Elevator lifts, dances, cheers and other things. And we beat the other houses at our routine (Although I rlly don't know how we managed to win)! I hope it was as fun an experience for you as it was for me. We love Lynx Cats! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S7CPXw9LTxI/AAAAAAAAENc/sLtnWDffKiE/s1600/Photo+150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S7CPXw9LTxI/AAAAAAAAENc/sLtnWDffKiE/s400/Photo+150.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454016787186929426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S7CRnIekVGI/AAAAAAAAENs/CWW3dCx7Ezc/s400/Photo+148.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454019250222290018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;And this is my new hair guyz. Idk about you, but I like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope people don't think I cut it 'cos I'm a Rihanna fan, 'cos I'm not. Neither am I copying Victoria Beckham. My hair is totally different from hers. And Lady Gaga?! My hair isn't blonde/yellow! Haha. People have weird perceptions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ODAC Selection Results were out on Saturday. Well, let's say it was scary. I felt like crying a lot of the time, because of the emo singing and the emo videos and the emo talking. When they said to go into our groups to receive the results I couldn't breathe. I felt nervous for everyone. The anticipation, knowing not everyone's gonna make it, was so hard. I'm happy to say I made it in (: I may not be entirely in the position to make any comments about the decisions made on the whole, so I guess I can say that I love Tornado, and if I could, I'd let all of us in. I hope OLC will never be forgotten, and we'd always meet up and stay close. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Was supposed to have rehearsal today for Easter performance. Called Janice so many times, called Clara as well, but no answer. So, I gave up. Sorry guys for being MIA, but please answer your phone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9591381-4266657981992753067?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/4266657981992753067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=4266657981992753067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/4266657981992753067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/4266657981992753067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2010/03/14-insert-interesting-title-here.html' title='#14 - It&apos;s official.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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/_oV2U4BK_6po/S7CN_cQWiYI/AAAAAAAAEMk/jQDEojGNreA/s72-c/IMG_3005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-470361480049646199</id><published>2010-03-17T05:48:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T15:36:50.381+02:00</updated><title type='text'>#13 - I'm talkin' pedicure on my toes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S6BThW-a8qI/AAAAAAAAEJU/-Ft68sADabs/s1600-h/kota%2520tinggi%2520waterfall.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S6BThW-a8qI/AAAAAAAAEJU/-Ft68sADabs/s400/kota%2520tinggi%2520waterfall.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449447381686481570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S6R8P4KbaJI/AAAAAAAAEK0/Nd_dWs1T2dM/s1600-h/24529_374214991548_686421548_4240468_1893297_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S6R8P4KbaJI/AAAAAAAAEK0/Nd_dWs1T2dM/s400/24529_374214991548_686421548_4240468_1893297_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450618061241149586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think we climbed down this the second day. Its kinda hard to tell when your landmarks are trees and ferns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S6R7xrY1ppI/AAAAAAAAEKs/Je8F1wAApj8/s1600-h/24529_374212446548_686421548_4240431_4625638_n.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S6R7xrY1ppI/AAAAAAAAEKs/Je8F1wAApj8/s400/24529_374212446548_686421548_4240431_4625638_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450617542415853202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S6R7xYg6faI/AAAAAAAAEKk/fEpKcZfQSZA/s1600-h/24529_374211541548_686421548_4240409_5603209_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S6R7xYg6faI/AAAAAAAAEKk/fEpKcZfQSZA/s400/24529_374211541548_686421548_4240409_5603209_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450617537349451170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I resorted to koping pictures from someone from the 25th batch who came along with us. Thank you, for the pretty pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S6tlwrcOanI/AAAAAAAAELs/Ur93yUl84SI/s1600/24383_434157853008_802483008_5231084_7670203_n.jpg" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S6tlwrcOanI/AAAAAAAAELs/Ur93yUl84SI/s400/24383_434157853008_802483008_5231084_7670203_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452563660831353458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S6tlwWO5eyI/AAAAAAAAELk/mp6U9gU_584/s1600/24383_434157848008_802483008_5231083_2472581_n.jpg" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S6tlwWO5eyI/AAAAAAAAELk/mp6U9gU_584/s400/24383_434157848008_802483008_5231083_2472581_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452563655138310946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S6tlx5pSdfI/AAAAAAAAEME/VlLDLApCUK0/s1600/26309_10150154687895104_774700103_11445523_7609420_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S6tmcZqFRUI/AAAAAAAAEMU/8W7jO3jpz64/s1600/26309_10150154687995104_774700103_11445538_2298138_n.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S6tmcZqFRUI/AAAAAAAAEMU/8W7jO3jpz64/s400/26309_10150154687995104_774700103_11445538_2298138_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452564411971880258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S6tmby-2xWI/AAAAAAAAEMM/Npz_-8-V7hg/s1600/26309_10150154685045104_774700103_11445431_8184559_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S6tmby-2xWI/AAAAAAAAEMM/Npz_-8-V7hg/s400/26309_10150154685045104_774700103_11445431_8184559_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452564401590027618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S6tlx5pSdfI/AAAAAAAAEME/VlLDLApCUK0/s1600/26309_10150154687895104_774700103_11445523_7609420_n.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S6tlx5pSdfI/AAAAAAAAEME/VlLDLApCUK0/s400/26309_10150154687895104_774700103_11445523_7609420_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452563681824110066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S6tlxq5Lr5I/AAAAAAAAEL8/1Ba4r5Oy1yA/s1600/26309_10150154687885104_774700103_11445521_8146701_n.jpg" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S6tlxq5Lr5I/AAAAAAAAEL8/1Ba4r5Oy1yA/s400/26309_10150154687885104_774700103_11445521_8146701_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452563677864243090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S6BThW-a8qI/AAAAAAAAEJU/-Ft68sADabs/s1600-h/kota%2520tinggi%2520waterfall.jpg" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S6R8QHRGyqI/AAAAAAAAEK8/y35sQEltew0/s400/25334_372120659839_580979839_3518617_7146625_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450618065295690402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trust me, they look better when they smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S6R8QrbYyYI/AAAAAAAAELE/KTy0WR28dE4/s1600-h/25334_372120664839_580979839_3518618_3470078_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S6R8QrbYyYI/AAAAAAAAELE/KTy0WR28dE4/s1600-h/25334_372120664839_580979839_3518618_3470078_n.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S6R8QrbYyYI/AAAAAAAAELE/KTy0WR28dE4/s400/25334_372120664839_580979839_3518618_3470078_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450618075002489218" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I told you (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that's me, looking really unglam after the camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S6R7w9SkxuI/AAAAAAAAEKc/PRK0dVV8jIg/s1600-h/12296_374950041236_524526236_4156468_6242845_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S6R7w9SkxuI/AAAAAAAAEKc/PRK0dVV8jIg/s400/12296_374950041236_524526236_4156468_6242845_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450617530041550562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Michael Jackson wannabes (rolls eyes). HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S6R7webpVfI/AAAAAAAAEKU/HVdcP7R2MVg/s1600-h/12296_374950036236_524526236_4156467_7134736_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S6R7webpVfI/AAAAAAAAEKU/HVdcP7R2MVg/s400/12296_374950036236_524526236_4156467_7134736_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450617521758098930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;UGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S6R7wC4U21I/AAAAAAAAEKM/kYrC3AxGEiM/s1600-h/12296_374950016236_524526236_4156463_6119347_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S6R7wC4U21I/AAAAAAAAEKM/kYrC3AxGEiM/s400/12296_374950016236_524526236_4156463_6119347_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450617514362198866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Too brilliant for the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm back from OLC 2!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most amazing part of the camp was of course climbing Kota Tinggi. Of course we all enjoyed the bus ride there, where we could sleep and take a rest from everything else we did in school. Anyway, I thought that climbing Kota Tinggi just meant a normal hike or just walking up slopes and hills, but it was super a lot more challenging. It was a literal climb, and you had to dig your hands/elbows/knees/feet into the rocks or you'd fall off. We all have so many cuts and bruises now hahaha. I remember falling and hitting my face on a rock while trying to climb around it. My brand new specs now have 2 small scratches on it :/ Not to mention the mud and sand on (and in) my brand new sports shoes. Sigh. But you really do feel a sense of accomplishment every time you make it up a cliff, or down a slope. I love the waterfall water. Its superrrrr cold. Kept splashing around in it :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One amazing thing Mr Seet said was to look at the stars above us, and thank God and be grateful that we're here and we're healthy. The stars are on display for us tonight, and they say everything. The stars were seriously amazing, although they were nothing compared to the ones in Chiang Rai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Field cooking was fun! We made pasta and soup, although our last batch of pasta sucked 'cos we anyhow mixed everything together hahahaha. Tornado built an awesome (ahem) shack out of random branches and leaves we found at the summit which was supposed to help us survive if we were stranded alone in the wild. It blocks off, uhm, most of the rain. And when you see a helicopter rush by, make use of its teepee structure and set it on fire to get the helicopter's attention, hahaha! Oh, and, not to mention, Tornado girls are jinxed at pitching tents. We kept breaking something, or losing something, or something will go wrong. So we decided we shouldn't ever pitch a tent together. Lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Urban Expedition was plain tiring. My feet have really deep blisters now. But again, at the end of it, you feel happy to have done it (: Especially with people like Tornado (Y)(L). We won Best Identity and Boldest Group (probably because of our song). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love how the camp ended and I hope to get my hands on some photos soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't unpacked my bag yet. Too lazy haha. I had a bad cough and couldn't talk very well before the camp. During the camp it got better, then now its back again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well. Here's hoping that I get selected, and all the best to all my buddies. The tears and pain will always be worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;OLC 2010, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Where I spent my one term in, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Only GIs and buddies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;There are no chiobus to see! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;There are no yandaos to see! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Only GIs and buddies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Where I spent my one term in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;OLC 2010!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;We all want to be instructors,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Wo3 men2 yong2 yuan3 bu2 fang4 qi4!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Even if we buay tahan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;We'll still zai4 jie1 zai4 li4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;All our hardships and our sufferings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Will become our memories!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;So come on everybody,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Join the ODAC family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S6R8ReHDeTI/AAAAAAAAELU/G_vQ5warK-0/s400/2ebxtw5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450618088607414578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and I want this dress. Mini tools on a glam dress? Genius.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;VOG Cheer Competition is over, and guess what! LYNX CATS WON FIRST PRIZE. Omg, we were sooooo shocked. I'm so happy lahhhhh. I have some photos but will upload another time. Time to go unpack my bag. In the meanwhile, enjoy these photos of VJC's awesome 10S53.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S6BeacBHHOI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/kdDscewbTSQ/s1600-h/25391_357466740488_548685488_3454641_957593_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S6BeacBHHOI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/kdDscewbTSQ/s400/25391_357466740488_548685488_3454641_957593_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449459357408763106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S6BeaPJJS6I/AAAAAAAAEJ0/86lXbH4LxtU/s400/25391_357464765488_548685488_3454618_1607695_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449459353952799650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S6BeZn6GSuI/AAAAAAAAEJs/UG_GjzIxmls/s400/25391_357464735488_548685488_3454614_3699151_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449459343420705506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S6BeZJBsrdI/AAAAAAAAEJk/JV9X-uywD5Q/s400/20079_313370885488_548685488_3311205_8098333_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449459335131082194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S6BeYnVMngI/AAAAAAAAEJc/GYN9WjveZOA/s400/18369_311459795488_548685488_3306133_6711742_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449459326086061570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S6R8QzTFbSI/AAAAAAAAELM/MOHYnHeMmjw/s400/26564_1319282155669_1639257318_754556_5167257_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450618077115149602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Met Pam for lunch the other day. Love you, go out again soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S6SEAUtxHsI/AAAAAAAAELc/6qyIZNGiwzY/s400/tumblr_kzjtll0hNC1qb3plao1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450626590120681154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this picture is posted for personal pleasure. Its too amazing to ignore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9591381-470361480049646199?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/470361480049646199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=470361480049646199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/470361480049646199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/470361480049646199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2010/03/13-im-talkin-pedicure-on-my-toes.html' title='#13 - I&apos;m talkin&apos; pedicure on my toes.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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/_oV2U4BK_6po/S6BThW-a8qI/AAAAAAAAEJU/-Ft68sADabs/s72-c/kota%2520tinggi%2520waterfall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-7864542499637451164</id><published>2010-02-28T09:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T09:58:34.754+02:00</updated><title type='text'>#12 - Java shake.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LlKxbBZSFD4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LlKxbBZSFD4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let It Be (Cover) - Kris Allen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9591381-7864542499637451164?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/7864542499637451164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=7864542499637451164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/7864542499637451164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/7864542499637451164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2010/02/12-java-shake.html' title='#12 - Java shake.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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-9591381.post-864783103092505707</id><published>2010-02-23T12:57:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T17:41:41.433+02:00</updated><title type='text'>#11 - OLC 1</title><content type='html'>I am back! I haven't blogged in so long. I keep having puking spells since evening. Like morning sickness. But not, obviously. So weird.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I have no pictures today. No time to upload. Just thought I should update 'cos my blog is rotting away. I'm supposed to be doing Econs research, but I hate Econs so much that I'm gonna do something else for a while first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on Sunday I came back from OLC 1. Read on if you wanna know abt the little rendezvous I had on Pulau Ubin (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Friday I came to school with my huge camping bag and as little school stuff as possible. And then I shall skip to the after school part, 'cos well, lectures and tutorials aren't much fun to talk about. Tornado got their stuff ready and headed down for the start of the camp. Awesome Tornado consists of Kenny, Wenwei, Bryan, Boh, Adeline, Rachel, Felicia, Joyce and I, plus our GIs. I was feeling kind of excited, and kind of blur at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stuff I'd definitely remember is the Night Walk, Solo Night and Kayaking. All super fun! Night Walk wasn't as scary as I thought, and it was actually kind of nice walking in complete silence and relative darkness (except the sound of crickets and the occasional "Trainee Report" from the GIs standing by) for once. Haven't done that in a long time. For Solo Night, well, it wasn't scary at all for one. I could see the glow sticks of 3 other people from where I was and hear them pitching their bashas. My fire only lasted for 10 minutes (Haha, so loser right. I burnt myself somemore) and I slept on one side of my body, so my left arm has 20+ mosquito bites and the other only has 3 :/ And Kayaking, Kenny was my partner. Was really happy 'cos I have never kayaked before and he has a 2-star cert. So, Idk if he was doing most of the accurate paddling, but I did try my best okay. Hahaha. Although sea water splashes into your eye and it burns like crazy, I love the feeling of the water splashing, and knowing you're seriously in the water. You're not in a pool, you're not on a boat with a driver. You control the kayak, and that's awesome to me. I have always liked water so I guess that's why I liked it so much. Kenny and I reached the end pretty early so, we're quite proud of ourselves :D My hands were numb after the many hours, but I've always wanted to kayak, so it was really great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another activity was Ubin Expedition. Although I'm okay with running, its not my favourite thing to do. I hate running on a track, so I was okay with it being in Ubin. I realised I suck at reading maps. And I have no sense of direction whatsoever (okay I knew that all along). But I learnt how to use a roamer and a compass! (Y). From that expedition I really bonded with my awesome group, Tornado. There were a few tasks to do and I can safely say we work well together (: Field cooking and campfire was really fun. We made oats with oreo. Omg, damn yummy?! And Campfire was really funny. Some group's performances were really good. At the last minute a group did the same thing that we wanted to do, so an item was repeated. Quite frustrating but I guess no one wanted it to happen. Had fun anyway :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of the camp, everyone couldn't wait to wash off 3 days worth of dirt, grime, salt and smell from themselves. My tan marks are really cool. Had a huge blister on the sole of my foot. I don't know how I moved around with it. Went home and saw and was super shocked haha. My mum helped me dress it and I was screaming ): Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking back, the whole camp was a blur. Not saying I was blurring throughout the 3 days, but it didn't seem real. Idk. The whole camp I was like, omg it can't be real that I'm actually doing this. I'm actually glad for the experience (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm happy the whole of Tornado is going through with OLC2. We'll go through more of the soil and sand and grass and leaves and running around again. Awesomeeeezx. Lol. We have super cool themes now. We have to cook Italian for field cooking. Interesting eh? Come savour exquisite Italian cuisine in the middle of Kota Tinggi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gave up my place in CT Council for ODAC. Felt extremely doubtful, but everyone I know is encouraging me to just carry on trying out for ODAC. Shall trust them and myself. Praying really hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw, I'm loving the new We Are The World. Michael looks adorable in the video :3 and the rapping sounds awesome! Just get Justin Bieber, the Jonas Brothers and Miley Cyrus outta there. I know they attract a huge tween following, but, urgh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Glny4jSciVI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Glny4jSciVI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;We're all a part of God's great big family,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;And the truth is that love is all we need!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAMELA, VENUS, MARC. Remember this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Like the apple that fell on Newton's head&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Like yeast that makes the nicest bread&lt;br /&gt;My love it grows so true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how can I describe this joy [eyes light up]&lt;br /&gt;I feel like designing a high-tech toy&lt;br /&gt;My heart's experiencing palpitations&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't die from this sensation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a plant, you would be my sun&lt;br /&gt;Your love would be what nourishes me&lt;br /&gt;If I were a cell, you'd be my cell wall&lt;br /&gt;Without your support, I will be in discomfort&lt;br /&gt;If you were a function, I'd be your solution&lt;br /&gt;But only if you're a quadratic equation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know how much you mean&lt;br /&gt;To me, and thus my heartfelt plea&lt;br /&gt;My love has no asymptote you know&lt;br /&gt;But exponentially, it'll grow, grow, grow!&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be faithful, just trust in me&lt;br /&gt;I'm like the constant in y=mx+c!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg, I totally forgot. Should have wrote letters with this in it for ya'll on Valentine's Day! Well, this is belated k. Pamela I miss you! Meet up soon. Although we're all so busy, I'm sure one day, we'll spare the time :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Econs research is so screwed uppppppppppppp. Econs lectures are boring like mad. Half the lesson the teacher is answering the questions of just one girl. And Econs tutorials are worse. We're all so clueless. God help us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, I love Lit so much &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding; In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Proverbs 3:5-6&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9591381-864783103092505707?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/864783103092505707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=864783103092505707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/864783103092505707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/864783103092505707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2010/02/11-olc-1.html' title='#11 - OLC 1'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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-9591381.post-5486937446827218954</id><published>2010-02-15T05:24:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T07:34:53.823+02:00</updated><title type='text'>#10 - You make me weep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S3i_P-AcDwI/AAAAAAAAEGs/lklBnqpkJw0/s1600-h/bonjovi_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S3i_P-AcDwI/AAAAAAAAEGs/lklBnqpkJw0/s400/bonjovi_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438306831113654018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jon Bon Jovi. Fell in love with him and his band after watching videos of their live performances!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been posting in such a long time. So this will be a long one, probably. Lots of pictures!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S3jEfM8DmGI/AAAAAAAAEG0/y0QFnoz93mU/s400/IMG_2788.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438312590377982050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Re-painting the IGNYTE letters in fluorescent spray paint (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S3jEf_tUZZI/AAAAAAAAEG8/swQZ4dHjuh8/s400/IMG_2794.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438312604006376850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S3jEhaBw0oI/AAAAAAAAEHU/PCXxZaheUjo/s1600-h/IMG_2803.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S3jEhaBw0oI/AAAAAAAAEHU/PCXxZaheUjo/s400/IMG_2803.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438312628251316866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S3jEgyD1yfI/AAAAAAAAEHM/UGcOr5PBcPU/s1600-h/IMG_2798.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S3jEgyD1yfI/AAAAAAAAEHM/UGcOr5PBcPU/s400/IMG_2798.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438312617522612722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S3jEgVzhz1I/AAAAAAAAEHE/X4REbRbKZOY/s1600-h/IMG_2796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S3jEgVzhz1I/AAAAAAAAEHE/X4REbRbKZOY/s400/IMG_2796.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438312609938001746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Suntec City VJC Mass Dance was really awesome :D Although I felt like puking like crazy throughout the whole thing, it was fun. AHS formed a line and went around the fountain a few times. Damn tiring, please. Haha, and we poked anybody who walked past us. Immature fun, but fun, nonetheless. Tricia, Vivien and Rachel came to visittttt. Missed them. It was a gr8 end to our Orientation :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S3jG-QJwWdI/AAAAAAAAEHk/zVZjuif5se8/s400/IMG_2828.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438315322839947730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S3jG9242R6I/AAAAAAAAEHc/vxxi9DFNU-A/s400/IMG_2827.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438315316058146722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Chinese New Year in school was alright. A few lessons, then celebration in the hall. Loved the Dance and Wushu. Wished people were quieter during the CO performance, 'cos I couldn't hear anything. Lynx somehow won the dressing up as a Tiger competition, SO YAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S3jG_LsHDzI/AAAAAAAAEHs/A9k0cK3CJTI/s1600-h/IMG_2829.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S3jG_LsHDzI/AAAAAAAAEHs/A9k0cK3CJTI/s1600-h/IMG_2829.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S3jG_LsHDzI/AAAAAAAAEHs/A9k0cK3CJTI/s400/IMG_2829.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438315338821734194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wayne's hair hahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;初一 &lt;/span&gt;was lots of fun! In the morning, went to Mama and Dong Dong's place. After that we proceeded off to meet the rest of our relatives. I can't remember what to call all of them. Had vegetarian food and saw an awesomely cute little boy :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S3jJIyi6ExI/AAAAAAAAEIE/blG_ixM4viM/s1600-h/IMG_2885.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S3jJIyi6ExI/AAAAAAAAEIE/blG_ixM4viM/s400/IMG_2885.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438317702894195474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S3jJIc8ZSeI/AAAAAAAAEH8/Ps6ls661nnA/s1600-h/IMG_2883.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S3jJIc8ZSeI/AAAAAAAAEH8/Ps6ls661nnA/s400/IMG_2883.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438317697095518690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S3jJH_yUSoI/AAAAAAAAEH0/tF2wNKtisdY/s1600-h/IMG_2878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S3jJH_yUSoI/AAAAAAAAEH0/tF2wNKtisdY/s400/IMG_2878.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438317689268619906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S3jLx8QJAnI/AAAAAAAAEI0/em1onVlUHaE/s1600-h/IMG_2934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S3jLx8QJAnI/AAAAAAAAEI0/em1onVlUHaE/s400/IMG_2934.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438320608897729138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My grandpa. I call him Dong Dong. Me, Debi and my 2 cousins do. 'Cos apparently, our great grandmother believed a spirit would harm us if it knew who our grandfather was. So calling him by a different name stuck with us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S3jLxeg0NQI/AAAAAAAAEIs/I5jD2utUlic/s1600-h/IMG_2952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S3jLxeg0NQI/AAAAAAAAEIs/I5jD2utUlic/s400/IMG_2952.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438320600914605314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the black lace. Don't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S3jLw-3bPSI/AAAAAAAAEIk/A5uD1FCEKqE/s1600-h/IMG_2905.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S3jLw-3bPSI/AAAAAAAAEIk/A5uD1FCEKqE/s400/IMG_2905.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438320592419503394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S3jLwqVk5QI/AAAAAAAAEIc/V9dTV1ZMccY/s1600-h/IMG_2904.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S3jLwqVk5QI/AAAAAAAAEIc/V9dTV1ZMccY/s400/IMG_2904.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438320586908820738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S3jJJjo-NCI/AAAAAAAAEIU/NUbbU4LtSj0/s1600-h/IMG_2898.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S3jJJjo-NCI/AAAAAAAAEIU/NUbbU4LtSj0/s400/IMG_2898.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438317716072969250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S3jJJSar1jI/AAAAAAAAEIM/JCshsMv0lj0/s1600-h/IMG_2888.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S3jJJSar1jI/AAAAAAAAEIM/JCshsMv0lj0/s400/IMG_2888.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438317711449642546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then we went to visit my mum's side of the family. They always have awesome cats there. Had a steamboat dinner and played Blackjack with them. I lost 70 cents ): Glee, AI and Friends was on all day long. Awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S3jLyXxWHBI/AAAAAAAAEI8/UJxXcFmkGoo/s400/IMG_2963.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438320616284757010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daffodil. She's really old and has AIDS. My cousin's taking care of her, like, giving her a shelter in her last days. She needs to take fluids by needle and stuff. But she's really sweet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S3jOC5LP-uI/AAAAAAAAEJM/YWF_dlDPTXA/s1600-h/IMG_2946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S3jOC5LP-uI/AAAAAAAAEJM/YWF_dlDPTXA/s400/IMG_2946.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438323099152939746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My uncle has this really huge Michael Jackson figurine in his living room. It totally commands attention I tell you. Although it doesn't look like him much, we feel it there when we watch TV. It's weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S3jOCTTdQCI/AAAAAAAAEJE/CBfSNomNSqc/s1600-h/IMG_2945.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S3jOCTTdQCI/AAAAAAAAEJE/CBfSNomNSqc/s400/IMG_2945.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438323088986816546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is Masked Rider! She's recuperating from her sterilisation, so she's kind of lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On the whole, I had a great Chinese New Year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have to go pick twigs and leaves and buy field cooking materials tomorrow. Idk if Kenny bought the things from Army Market alrd. I need a jack knife and a camping bag. Shucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy New Year everyone! I love anyone who reads this blog and I wish you an awesome Tiger year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9591381-5486937446827218954?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/5486937446827218954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=5486937446827218954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/5486937446827218954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/5486937446827218954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2010/02/10-you-make-me-weep.html' title='#10 - You make me weep.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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/_oV2U4BK_6po/S3i_P-AcDwI/AAAAAAAAEGs/lklBnqpkJw0/s72-c/bonjovi_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-7897489807973280489</id><published>2010-02-11T16:57:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T17:11:36.911+02:00</updated><title type='text'>#9 - Danger, cautious.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S3Qc-kxtZbI/AAAAAAAAEGk/A_Sx8NHG0K0/s1600-h/Pyxis+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S3Qc-kxtZbI/AAAAAAAAEGk/A_Sx8NHG0K0/s400/Pyxis+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437002511492670898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PYXIS 2. Lovely!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S3Qc-F2_y4I/AAAAAAAAEGc/-icFucZwPz0/s1600-h/Pyxis-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S3Qc-F2_y4I/AAAAAAAAEGc/-icFucZwPz0/s400/Pyxis-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437002503193348994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My OG, Pyxis! Doesn't our fan rock like crazy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S3Qc9_mz7SI/AAAAAAAAEGU/UwyyWFXTzwE/s1600-h/S53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S3Qc9_mz7SI/AAAAAAAAEGU/UwyyWFXTzwE/s400/S53.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437002501514849570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is my crazy awesome class, 10S53 :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have no time to blog. Everyday coming home quite late, and computer has been so slow nowadays. Will post a lot more photos soon! Stay tuned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I signed up for OLC. Heard there's gonna be solo night. Pray hard for me, pretty please?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9591381-7897489807973280489?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/7897489807973280489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=7897489807973280489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/7897489807973280489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/7897489807973280489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2010/02/9-danger-cautious.html' title='#9 - Danger, cautious.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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/_oV2U4BK_6po/S3Qc-kxtZbI/AAAAAAAAEGk/A_Sx8NHG0K0/s72-c/Pyxis+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-3159169821018605440</id><published>2010-01-31T12:44:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T13:34:17.905+02:00</updated><title type='text'>#8 - Hype it up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S2VhvFuDKSI/AAAAAAAAEGE/33xdjyiNr-g/s1600-h/Vjc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S2VhvFuDKSI/AAAAAAAAEGE/33xdjyiNr-g/s400/Vjc.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432855987109439778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture was taken a long time ago by someone else, but this hand-painted banner's still there. Its so huge, I can't help but be amazed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Orientation has been going on, and it's been so much fun. I feel like I'm falling asleep at some parts, and I feel like I'm so excited at some parts. Not enough sleep lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just thinking about Subject Combination. I've chosen something quite different from AHS. I'm taking more Arts subjects than Science. Math, Physics, Econs &amp;amp; E Lit. Considered changing Lit to Chem for very long, but my Chem sucks anyway and I will die if I have to do any career concerning Chem in the future, so I've decided on Lit (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, thinking about CCA. Oh gosh, this is so hard to decide! I am almost certain I've missed the choir auditions, and although the choir is going to Italy, I don't think I'll join a CCA I'm not interested in enough to commit to just to go Italy. But the Italy factor is soooo luring. And Band going Japan. Was from band before so Idk. I'm scared to join Sports ): Idk. Will see how.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far, I'm enjoying Pyxis 2, Pynic, a lot (Jiak x11 SHIOK!)! The girls are crazy about KPop and I have no idea what they are talking about, so I'm gonna make them love Kris Allen and they are gonna make me love, uhm, see? I can't even remember the group's name. Haha. On the whole, we've awesome peeps in Pynic (Y). We play retarded games and dance retarded mass dances like nobody's business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kinda miss knowing every crook and cranny of AHS, and all the ghost stories. Vjc built on reclaimed land, no story one ): And I miss seeing familiar faces everywhere! I need to get used to Vjc asap. And again, maybe I should rush things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHS juniors, enjoy your time in AHS! You'll miss the students and teachers, the good and bad memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got a lot of shoe orders omg. And I keep forgetting to do. I'm so sorry to keep people waiting but I'm really tired from Orientation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decided not to go for Kris' concert. But I'll be happy he's in the same country as I am, for that day (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OX5ASTH9WHc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OX5ASTH9WHc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Orientation tomorrow! I think I need sunblock :X And I'm loving Vj PE top. Comfy. Victorian spirit getting to me. Good? I think kick awesome :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9591381-3159169821018605440?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/3159169821018605440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=3159169821018605440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/3159169821018605440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/3159169821018605440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2010/01/8-hype-it-up.html' title='#8 - Hype it up!'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S2VhvFuDKSI/AAAAAAAAEGE/33xdjyiNr-g/s72-c/Vjc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-846655680498502863</id><published>2010-01-27T09:09:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T06:05:19.631+02:00</updated><title type='text'>#7 - Govern the movement of the stars.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S2BGGjIHsvI/AAAAAAAAEDc/rMnoDLtXczU/s1600-h/IMG_2698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S2BGGjIHsvI/AAAAAAAAEDc/rMnoDLtXczU/s400/IMG_2698.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431418228931277554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PHOTOS ANOTHER TIME. There are too many!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21st Jan was Daddy's Birthday! I stuck these post-its on the toilet door, so it'd be the first thing he sees on his birthday morning. I'm glad he liked them. Happy Birthday Daddy, and duh, I love you so much. I'm lucky to have you, and thank you for being the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S2OnMQQ8edI/AAAAAAAAEEM/hbIhPZlqvsI/s400/IMG_2674.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432369404505258450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22nd was work day again. My last day with the kiddos! I think they're extremely adorable. I kind of miss kindergarten times, when no one expected you to know anything, and they just fuss over you. You are extra lovable, and you get away with anything when you smile. Everyone wants to hug you. Everyone talks extra nice to you. You play with random things like they're the most fun thing in the world. You think anybody who is nice to you is pretty. You don't remember people very well, so you never really miss anybody other than those you see everyday. There are annoying kids, but how annoying can they get? At least they never hurt you. Well, I'm happy I got to work there for a week or so. Really fun experience. Met Venus, Pam and the rest for some basketball and stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S2MOz9OkYpI/AAAAAAAAEDs/iyc9Phh2j6Q/s1600-h/IMG_2682.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S2MOz9OkYpI/AAAAAAAAEDs/iyc9Phh2j6Q/s400/IMG_2682.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432201861310734994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S2MOzFN0eMI/AAAAAAAAEDk/KLxCi4hwX7M/s1600-h/IMG_2681.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S2MOzFN0eMI/AAAAAAAAEDk/KLxCi4hwX7M/s400/IMG_2681.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432201846275209410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S2MO0v66tSI/AAAAAAAAED0/QTbZqJ_9OF0/s400/IMG_2685.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432201874918520098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saw this cat at Ang Mo Kio! Its wearing clothes. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23rd! La Danse Finale was a very fun concert. I love the masks they used in the Brazilian song. Really. Although they cost like, less than 50cents, I still love em. Playing in Alumni band is very different from main band. Mainly, you wear something a hundred times more comfortable. Haha! And also you play with ex-band members with over 10 years of experience and they are sooo good. So you can either feel like you wanna hide behind them, or you can wanna get as good as them as well. Ah, Idk. For me, I don't think I'll continue with band, even though I'm happy for the good times I had in it. And, I miss Saxophone section. Guys! I miss ya'll! Anyway, good job AHBand in La Danse Finale! I enjoyed myself and con't to work hard okay? Especially for NBC. Keep AHBand in the Gold with Distinction range :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S2MO1yPkorI/AAAAAAAAEEE/mmX1v2ik3M8/s1600-h/IMG_2701.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S2MO1yPkorI/AAAAAAAAEEE/mmX1v2ik3M8/s400/IMG_2701.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432201892721894066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S2MO1KHqhaI/AAAAAAAAED8/epscZ2RUaao/s1600-h/IMG_2699.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S2MO1KHqhaI/AAAAAAAAED8/epscZ2RUaao/s400/IMG_2699.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432201881951307170" style="display: block; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S2OpykiGxEI/AAAAAAAAEFE/9y8DtSMcu4E/s1600-h/IMG_2719.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S2OpykiGxEI/AAAAAAAAEFE/9y8DtSMcu4E/s400/IMG_2719.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432372261804229698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S2OpyOdMTUI/AAAAAAAAEE8/HZ7cKoGKLJs/s1600-h/IMG_2718.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S2OpyOdMTUI/AAAAAAAAEE8/HZ7cKoGKLJs/s400/IMG_2718.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432372255878040898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S2OnNjzCYLI/AAAAAAAAEEc/J6-4lXbnRf8/s400/IMG_2705.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432369426928394418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S2Opxo6HJfI/AAAAAAAAEE0/6-AJNtS6bRU/s1600-h/IMG_2716.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S2Opxo6HJfI/AAAAAAAAEE0/6-AJNtS6bRU/s400/IMG_2716.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432372245798790642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S2OnM3WDjMI/AAAAAAAAEEU/iYyivPSP934/s1600-h/IMG_2704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S2OnM3WDjMI/AAAAAAAAEEU/iYyivPSP934/s400/IMG_2704.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432369414995676354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S2OnOwOPNrI/AAAAAAAAEEs/4GufevpjqvU/s1600-h/IMG_2715.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S2OnOwOPNrI/AAAAAAAAEEs/4GufevpjqvU/s1600-h/IMG_2715.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S2OnOwOPNrI/AAAAAAAAEEs/4GufevpjqvU/s400/IMG_2715.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432369447443576498" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24th, I went for Fuel and Service. Fuel is always a lot of fun. We decided on what we wanna do for the photo-taking next week already. It'll be hilarious (: After that, celebrated Rachel's birthday! Happy Birthday you, I'll always remember the time we spent planning SP Summit haha! Ate at a yummy little cafe with a very nice uncle serving us. Then, went to check out the filming for March production. Sara told me about her meeting Mj when she was a kid and not remembering it. She's really lucky! Went home, and fell sick. Very sick. I couldn't talk 'cos my throat hurt, and my eye was swollen. I felt so feverish and sick, so I slept for most of the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S2Op0adFsWI/AAAAAAAAEFU/SRA4qubUxiU/s1600-h/IMG_2732.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S2Op0adFsWI/AAAAAAAAEFU/SRA4qubUxiU/s400/IMG_2732.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432372293458571618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S2OpzmKr-tI/AAAAAAAAEFM/HERDKJKASPo/s1600-h/IMG_2726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S2OpzmKr-tI/AAAAAAAAEFM/HERDKJKASPo/s400/IMG_2726.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432372279422745298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25th I went to the doctor. Then I stayed home and rotted. Haha! Was a lot better by then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26th was Mahjong with Tricia, Charis and Rizvan, again. These people love Mahjong. I felt a little bit tired 'cos I was so sick the day before. But I still managed to win quite a few times :D After that we had a celebratory dinner (Idk, celebrate the end of holidays and the start of school?), and I love the food at Cafe Cartel. First time eating there, yes expensive, but really good. There are a lot of stars at Charis' place. I stay on the 2nd floor so I don't really get to see much stars unless I walk out kinda far. Rizvan and I talked about how cool it is that when we watch activity from space, it actually happened thousands of years ago 'cos light takes so long to reach the earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S2OvWuSEGQI/AAAAAAAAEFs/QvoJMOGPbaE/s1600-h/IMG_2755.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S2OvWuSEGQI/AAAAAAAAEFs/QvoJMOGPbaE/s400/IMG_2755.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432378380454729986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S2OvWA_zRAI/AAAAAAAAEFk/88iKvkV97OA/s1600-h/IMG_2749.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S2OvWA_zRAI/AAAAAAAAEFk/88iKvkV97OA/s400/IMG_2749.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432378368298533890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tricia says, "Whuttt?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S2OvVZAvNwI/AAAAAAAAEFc/2Nr7NI6z8KE/s1600-h/IMG_2745.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S2OvVZAvNwI/AAAAAAAAEFc/2Nr7NI6z8KE/s1600-h/IMG_2745.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S2OvVZAvNwI/AAAAAAAAEFc/2Nr7NI6z8KE/s400/IMG_2745.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432378357565044482" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27th, woke up at 6 am to check my phone but I didn't receive anything. So I fell back asleep. My mum called and woke me up at 10, and I'M IN VICTORIA JC! Haha. I'm really happy to have gotten into my first choice. So I almost can't wait to go to school tmr. Just almost. 'Cos I kind of haven't gotten enough of my holidays yet. I wish they'd just last for this last 2 days, then start school next monday, you know? More complete. I'm strange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S2OvYIAkRzI/AAAAAAAAEF8/lA0mtqogD34/s1600-h/IMG_2778.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S2OvYIAkRzI/AAAAAAAAEF8/lA0mtqogD34/s400/IMG_2778.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432378404540532530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S2OvXWw_8mI/AAAAAAAAEF0/fHYx2Znw5Ro/s1600-h/IMG_2762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S2OvXWw_8mI/AAAAAAAAEF0/fHYx2Znw5Ro/s400/IMG_2762.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432378391321899618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time for a wardrobe clean out? I think so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay well, sorry for this really boring post. I just want to say that school is starting tmr, and I'm really quite nervous. Idk who I'm going to meet there. I'm just hoping for an amazing 2 years in Victoria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kris Allen will be in Singapore on Feb 10! Oh my God, this is like, what I've been waiting for. But no wait, his tickets are $99. Heart sinks. Idk. I've never spent money on a celebrity before, and no matter how much I love Kris' music, Idk if I'm ready to spend that much on him just yet. So I'm gonna listen more to his live music so I can make a decision. But well, it would be cool to actually see him for real. I told my dad about it, but I didn't say I wanted to go, and his reaction was like, wow $99. So, I doubt he'd really pay for it. Sigh. Why didn't you just make those typical shopping centre appearances? I'd gladly bulldozer through the crowd to get to you. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you didn't read anything above this, you should at least read what's below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;“I really believe that God chooses people to do certain things, the way Michelangelo or Leonardo da Vinci or Mozart or Muhammad Ali or Martin Luther King is chosen. And that is their mission to do that thing. And I think that I haven’t scratched the surface yet of what my real purpose is for being here. I’m committed to my art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that all art has as its ultimate goal the union between the material and the spiritual, the human and the divine. And I believe that that is the very reason for the exis-tence of art and what I do. And I feel fortunate in being that instrument through which music flows…. Deep inside I feel that this world we live in is really a big, huge, monumental symphonic orchestra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that in its primordial form all of creation is sound and that it’s not just random sound, that it’s music. You’ve heard the expression, mu-sic of the spheres? Well, that’s a very literal phrase. In the Gospels, we read, “And the Lord God made man from the dust of the earth and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life and man be-came a living soul.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That breath of life to me is the music of life and it permeates every fiber of creation. In one of the pieces of the Dangerous album, I say: “Life songs of ages, throbbing in my blood, have danced the rhythm of the tide and flood.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very literal statement, because &lt;b&gt;the same new miracle intervals and biological rhythms that sound out the architecture of my DNA also governs the movement of the stars&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same music governs the rhythm of the seasons, the pulse of our heartbeats, the migration of birds, the ebb and flow of ocean tides, the cycles of growth, evolution and dissolution. It’s music, it’s rhythm. And my goal in life is to give to the world what I was lucky to receive: the ecstasy of divine union through my music and my dance. It’s like, my purpose, it’s what I’m here for.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Michael Jackson, 1992 Ebony interview&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't tell me this man isn't amazing.&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/9591381-846655680498502863?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/846655680498502863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=846655680498502863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/846655680498502863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/846655680498502863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2010/01/7-govern-movement-of-stars.html' title='#7 - Govern the movement of the stars.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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/_oV2U4BK_6po/S2BGGjIHsvI/AAAAAAAAEDc/rMnoDLtXczU/s72-c/IMG_2698.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-2211598453070653149</id><published>2010-01-19T12:19:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T16:01:52.180+02:00</updated><title type='text'>#6 - To mend the broken hearts of all my wrecked up friends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S1XRvobgPkI/AAAAAAAAECE/wWzqif-CdrY/s1600-h/kris+gma3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S1XRvobgPkI/AAAAAAAAECE/wWzqif-CdrY/s400/kris+gma3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428475542101835330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kris will be in the Philippines in Feb! Does that mean he's coming down to Singapore soon? I hope so :D I know he's a married man. I'm sorry. Its funny 'cos I read somewhere, they said that Kris and Adam are both considered to be heartthrobs, but they're both off-limits. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've not been posting much nowadays. Compared to previous times.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cut bangs. But damn, my hair is too thin to make bangs look good. Shucks. Hope it grows out and looks less weird soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Friday for my first day of work at my Mum's kindergarten! Was assigned to the Nursery section. Gawd, I realised I love kids so much. Just look at the pictures. They will talk to you in their little baby voices and give you random things 'cos they think they're giving you a present. They are so smart and handsome and pretty and amazing. They're just gonna hire me until they find someone else. I gotta stop when I go to school anyway. I dread waking up early to get there at 7.30, but after that, sitting with the kids make it so fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S1WMyjC553I/AAAAAAAAEAM/CGt-eAXyyY4/s1600-h/Ka-cha!(1643).jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S1WMyjC553I/AAAAAAAAEAM/CGt-eAXyyY4/s400/Ka-cha!(1643).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428399725893773170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S1WMyanXW4I/AAAAAAAAEAE/yT2kIDOogB8/s1600-h/Ka-cha!(1641).jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S1WMyanXW4I/AAAAAAAAEAE/yT2kIDOogB8/s400/Ka-cha!(1641).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428399723630779266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S1WMxzjzWVI/AAAAAAAAD_8/b5ZAAIEvgr8/s1600-h/Ka-cha!(1630).jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S1WMxzjzWVI/AAAAAAAAD_8/b5ZAAIEvgr8/s400/Ka-cha!(1630).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428399713146853714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S1WMxeMmJ5I/AAAAAAAAD_s/x72BxU8iWxE/s400/Ka-cha!(1621).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428399707412375442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S1WMxrmMoLI/AAAAAAAAD_0/_G56ltwc-Is/s1600-h/Ka-cha!(1626).jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S1WMxrmMoLI/AAAAAAAAD_0/_G56ltwc-Is/s400/Ka-cha!(1626).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428399711009415346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that I went for a BBQ and get together at Brother Jon's place! Thank you for opening up your house and for the yummy food. Talked about the new plans for the cell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S1XG8TltpwI/AAAAAAAAEAU/bFzgPjwZcaY/s400/IMG_2590.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428463665217906434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S1XG-XnhSnI/AAAAAAAAEA0/edmrCwkww94/s1600-h/IMG_2614.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S1XG-XnhSnI/AAAAAAAAEA0/edmrCwkww94/s400/IMG_2614.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428463700658965106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S1XG92s-a-I/AAAAAAAAEAs/dZPhRU3Ln-U/s1600-h/IMG_2613.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S1XG92s-a-I/AAAAAAAAEAs/dZPhRU3Ln-U/s400/IMG_2613.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428463691823475682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S1XG9vpOasI/AAAAAAAAEAk/GqTF4DnDWHY/s1600-h/IMG_2620.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S1XG9vpOasI/AAAAAAAAEAk/GqTF4DnDWHY/s400/IMG_2620.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428463689928698562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S1XI_5aqJiI/AAAAAAAAEA8/-2S9VX7z3qs/s400/IMG_2600.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428465925934949922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had dinner at Changi Village! Haven't done that in a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S1XMpik9IkI/AAAAAAAAEBE/Ecy5vdaEfzo/s400/IMG_2635.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428469939893510722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S1XMrdo7Z_I/AAAAAAAAEBk/BCM5a8qhTGs/s1600-h/IMG_2670.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S1XQlxmzpKI/AAAAAAAAEBs/eFjF8NCYxMs/s400/IMG_2643.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428474273254843554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms Wong said she didn't need my help on Tuesday, so I could go for the sleepover! Rizvan, Tricia, Charis and I played Mahjong, watched a movie, ate pizza, watched more movies (I fell asleep halfway) and lazed around. Watched Orphan. Not as freaky as I thought. Its just a little bit sadistic and dark. Lol. But it doesn't seem to having much impact on me. The alternate ending was a bit weird. Hmmm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S1XMrdo7Z_I/AAAAAAAAEBk/BCM5a8qhTGs/s400/IMG_2670.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428469972927735794" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S1XQmZS_rmI/AAAAAAAAEB0/jJ8eB_6wkI8/s400/IMG_2669.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428474283909164642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tricia's mum's blue bears collection. Its this amount of bears times 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S1XQnPwRx2I/AAAAAAAAEB8/PIhXSUIgRXY/s1600-h/IMG_2671.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S1XQnPwRx2I/AAAAAAAAEB8/PIhXSUIgRXY/s400/IMG_2671.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428474298527500130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seventeen Magazine says they prefer Adam Lambert's CD to Kris Allen's. BURNNNNN. I admit he did songs with really big names, but Kris' was more easy listening to. &amp;amp; I realised Seventeen is a little girly for me. I need a more comical magazine. Not one full of overpriced clothing and strange dating tips. Any suggestions? ): HAHA. I shall just go buy 8 Days. Lol. And today, a woman knocked into me while she was busy blocking the pathway. I have a habit of saying sorry whenever I knock anyone/am knocked by someone, no matter whose fault it is, 'cos I'm worried about the awkward silence. Anw, thing is, I think at that time my clip dropped out of my pocket or something! It was a clip that costed money. Sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;The Saltwater Room - Owl City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;With your ear to a seashell,&lt;br /&gt;You can hear the waves in underwater caves,&lt;br /&gt;As if you actually were inside a saltwater room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9591381-2211598453070653149?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/2211598453070653149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=2211598453070653149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/2211598453070653149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/2211598453070653149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2010/01/6-but-if-martin-luther-was-livin-he.html' title='#6 - To mend the broken hearts of all my wrecked up friends.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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/_oV2U4BK_6po/S1XRvobgPkI/AAAAAAAAECE/wWzqif-CdrY/s72-c/kris+gma3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-8184751786356998367</id><published>2010-01-13T12:19:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T16:49:51.615+02:00</updated><title type='text'>#5 - Bang bang, shot dead. Everybody's gone mad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ignyte Sec 4 '09 Sunday had an outing the other day at Vivocity! It was a lot of fun. Played Sardines, then had a great lunch. For ya'll who don't know what Sardines is, its like two people hide somewhere in a compound, then the rest spread out and find them. When you find them, quietly join them and wait for the rest. The last person to find loses. Haha it sounds lame and primary school-ish. But that's the way we are. Woohoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S06W8eHWZgI/AAAAAAAAD-c/fJIeBI9TNSA/s400/IMG_2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426440566648235522" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S06W9TxX2fI/AAAAAAAAD-k/RW76pfeYic0/s400/IMG_2546.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426440581051570674" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S06Z8qBE6GI/AAAAAAAAD_M/QdbyJyNzvPE/s400/IMG_2544.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426443868378032226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S06Z7v8AzcI/AAAAAAAAD_E/cgQbjChRzS4/s400/IMG_2543.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426443852787535298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The view from the hiding place from bright till dark. That's how long we waited for the last few people (below). Haha! I insisted this was an awesome view but apparently some people didn't agree with me ): Not all sceneries have to be of nature you knowz. Maybe I'm just obsessed with lighting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S06Z9Go9KCI/AAAAAAAAD_U/AI0Xey76sf0/s400/IMG_2554.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426443876061489186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The loserzz. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S06W-DWHGaI/AAAAAAAAD-s/r9WFWh8q7Zg/s400/IMG_2549.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426440593822128546" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't that castle the prettiest ever. I could see if from the top floor of Vivo. I think its from the upcoming Universal Studios. Ugh. It was practically luring me to fly there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S06W_zUn3UI/AAAAAAAAD-8/9kXwIXEibWg/s1600-h/IMG_2567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S06W_zUn3UI/AAAAAAAAD-8/9kXwIXEibWg/s400/IMG_2567.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426440623880658242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S06W_BwTBfI/AAAAAAAAD-0/JWCBL8kHG4E/s400/IMG_2559.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426440610574960114" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was pretty fun. We should do this again sometime! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S03J20VQGVI/AAAAAAAAD-E/Pe9-LLGw6wI/s1600-h/Michael+reflection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S03J20VQGVI/AAAAAAAAD-E/Pe9-LLGw6wI/s400/Michael+reflection.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426215069649213778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went JC Open House-ing today! First went to Victoria to enquire abt some stuff. Then off to Meridian and SA. Poor Tricia went to HCI alone. I went to buy the shoes, but freak, they are out of the sizes and won't be buying anymore stock! ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I most likely will be entering Vj, but I can't decide between Art and Science course. I like the atmosphere of SA though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S03SyMxlppI/AAAAAAAAD-U/FWhzYWnujRA/s1600-h/IMG_2572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S03SyMxlppI/AAAAAAAAD-U/FWhzYWnujRA/s400/IMG_2572.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426224885915821714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SAJC dancing to Beat It!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S03SxoNVshI/AAAAAAAAD-M/Kj4_oQWRg4I/s1600-h/IMG_2573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S03SxoNVshI/AAAAAAAAD-M/Kj4_oQWRg4I/s400/IMG_2573.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426224876100104722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting for the bus in the rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wants.&lt;br /&gt;1. To make a decision more quickly.&lt;br /&gt;2. A plain black dress. Its so hard to find it. Idk why.&lt;br /&gt;3. Fairy lights.&lt;br /&gt;4. New brushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My thoughts and prayers go out to the people in Haiti. I teared when I saw a picture of them laying dead children in a row. Heart-breaking.&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/9591381-8184751786356998367?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/8184751786356998367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=8184751786356998367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/8184751786356998367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/8184751786356998367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2010/01/5-bang-bang-shot-dead-everybodys-gone.html' title='#5 - Bang bang, shot dead. Everybody&apos;s gone mad.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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/_oV2U4BK_6po/S06W8eHWZgI/AAAAAAAAD-c/fJIeBI9TNSA/s72-c/IMG_2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-8334340662497872264</id><published>2010-01-12T05:21:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T07:20:14.026+02:00</updated><title type='text'>#4 - My motion fatigue, farewell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S0vw9o5oagI/AAAAAAAAD80/kAKmFqVzmt4/s1600-h/IMG_2481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S0vw9o5oagI/AAAAAAAAD80/kAKmFqVzmt4/s400/IMG_2481.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425695117839723010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Woke up yesterday feeling kind of blank. Idk. I had fleeting thoughts about the results but they lasted for seconds only. Met Pamela for lunch and she told me about her adventures at work. After that we went to the hall for what we've been waiting for. We were happy at first, 'cos the top 2 students were locals! Omg, congrats to ya'll. Then our batch had an aggregate of 11.17, which is a good improvement from last year's :D Then many 4G peeps did well, so congrats to you all. Then Miss Trina motioned for me to take my results. I signed the paper, grabbed it, and didn't look at it. I couldn't, but I wanted to be the first to see it. So then I went back to sit. And opened it alone first. I was so nervous I saw the grades but I forgot how to count the scores. Kristy helped me, and then I smiled. I'm happy with my score. I really thank God 'cos I wasn't as nervous as I thought I would be. I really felt at peace (: And my results were better than expected too. To all those who sat there crying (or ran around crying, whatever), I hope you know that life takes you down different paths. Your plans may not be what you get. That's how it works. But for me, I like to trust that God holds me and whatever happens, is for the best. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S0vw_bb9ZSI/AAAAAAAAD9U/MGWT8nX5v_s/s1600-h/IMG_2487.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S0vw_bb9ZSI/AAAAAAAAD9U/MGWT8nX5v_s/s400/IMG_2487.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425695148585346338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S0vw-0UyPQI/AAAAAAAAD9M/rjSPqcsijco/s1600-h/IMG_2504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S0vw-0UyPQI/AAAAAAAAD9M/rjSPqcsijco/s400/IMG_2504.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425695138086272258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went crazy with the peace signs haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S0vw910LWgI/AAAAAAAAD88/ca8zNvsRD8A/s400/IMG_2486.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425695121306507778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S0vw-bfZ_vI/AAAAAAAAD9E/A3zV0st2g2o/s1600-h/IMG_2491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S0vw-bfZ_vI/AAAAAAAAD9E/A3zV0st2g2o/s400/IMG_2491.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425695131419934450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is fun. They concluded that I was the best/fastest kisser 'cos I could tie the knot the fastest with my tongue. But I tikam one lah! HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm having a hard time thinking of my subject combination. My Sciences turned out to be weaker than I thought. So I'm considering entering Arts Stream. Argh, Idk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes and so now, various pictures from the past few days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma's Birthday Celebration!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S0wDDO8ITkI/AAAAAAAAD9s/1hBeeQyLeOk/s400/IMG_2414.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425715005159394882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S0wDECNbGjI/AAAAAAAAD98/eKS_F6IvAWc/s1600-h/IMG_2423.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S0wDECNbGjI/AAAAAAAAD98/eKS_F6IvAWc/s400/IMG_2423.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425715018922138162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S0wDDoq5-YI/AAAAAAAAD90/JZpqMi-rh6c/s1600-h/IMG_2441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S0wDDoq5-YI/AAAAAAAAD90/JZpqMi-rh6c/s400/IMG_2441.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425715012066474370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was all really fun, and my grandma looked happy (: Love the cake. Didn't taste amazing, but it looks amazing. Haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S0wDCsERUSI/AAAAAAAAD9k/Tk4fAV7YGSA/s1600-h/IMG_2410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S0wDCsERUSI/AAAAAAAAD9k/Tk4fAV7YGSA/s400/IMG_2410.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425714995798298914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S0wDCBE_wJI/AAAAAAAAD9c/cZDyZLp-xjo/s400/IMG_2347.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425714984258617490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay so to all Sec 4s out there who are choosing your future schools and courses, you're in my prayers and trust that you've made the right choice. Only that way can you go out all and achieve the best results in the end!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9591381-8334340662497872264?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/8334340662497872264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=8334340662497872264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/8334340662497872264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/8334340662497872264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2010/01/4-my-motion-fatigue-farewell.html' title='#4 - My motion fatigue, farewell.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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/_oV2U4BK_6po/S0vw9o5oagI/AAAAAAAAD80/kAKmFqVzmt4/s72-c/IMG_2481.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-5103262321124400826</id><published>2010-01-10T17:06:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T17:07:57.009+02:00</updated><title type='text'>#3 - Shoot it through your veins.</title><content type='html'>Results tomorrow. That's all I've got to say. I hope you can imagine the nervousness and panic and craziness in that first sentence.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Results tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9591381-5103262321124400826?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/5103262321124400826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=5103262321124400826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/5103262321124400826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/5103262321124400826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2010/01/3-shoot-it-through-your-veins.html' title='#3 - Shoot it through your veins.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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-9591381.post-8583213894631645187</id><published>2010-01-05T06:27:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T16:50:52.013+02:00</updated><title type='text'>#2 - Make me wanna scream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Alright. Every band always tells you to raise your middle finger, for fuck this, fuck that. But we think that’s boring. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;We want you to hold up your ring finger, because there is some one out there in this world that wants to sleep next to you every night.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;- Patrick Stump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S0LEpzxlmeI/AAAAAAAAD60/8J-0AQcECZg/s400/IMG_2266.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423113123859372514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Did quite a few things these few days! On Sunday went for Aaron's Baptism at Queen of Peace Church. It was a pretty place. All my three nephews were there, so it was so fun. Here are some ridiculously cute photos for you to groan/sigh/scream/awwwhh at! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S0LlW24Aa6I/AAAAAAAAD70/PL6DguG1gsY/s400/IMG_2228.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423149082157804450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aaron :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S0LJ8KH3OcI/AAAAAAAAD7c/NdXIecrI6OM/s400/IMG_2229.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423118936654166466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Adam :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S0LEq1XKi4I/AAAAAAAAD7E/ySlgZX6URjo/s400/IMG_2238.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423113141465287554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Andrew :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S0LEqdrQcLI/AAAAAAAAD68/vzhyM45Sgig/s400/IMG_2230.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423113135107109042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S0LEsT33XrI/AAAAAAAAD7U/H586VR8WoqA/s1600-h/IMG_2254.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S0LEsT33XrI/AAAAAAAAD7U/H586VR8WoqA/s400/IMG_2254.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423113166835375794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S0LErgVLqQI/AAAAAAAAD7M/odAuVcLJIJo/s1600-h/IMG_2252.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S0LErgVLqQI/AAAAAAAAD7M/odAuVcLJIJo/s400/IMG_2252.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423113152999696642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now, that was fun wasn't it (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On Monday went to Salvation Army for some deal hunting with Tricia. She got freaked out by the dolls in the place and we left haha. Sadly, she didn't see the whole box of Barbies I saw. It would have been hilarious. Then we went off to Esplanade to check some stuff out. At the library saw some reallyyyy cool things, including Beatles scores, Mj magazine, art magazines, and a stage for performing. Then went shoppinggggggg. Accessorize has half-price sale! Bought myself some pretty hair pins. It was fun :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S0LJ9IwCULI/AAAAAAAAD7s/GAUTEM_V7tc/s1600-h/IMG_2288.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S0LJ9IwCULI/AAAAAAAAD7s/GAUTEM_V7tc/s400/IMG_2288.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423118953465663666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S0LJ8h7wHXI/AAAAAAAAD7k/ql5FFqOoIlU/s1600-h/IMG_2283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S0LJ8h7wHXI/AAAAAAAAD7k/ql5FFqOoIlU/s400/IMG_2283.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423118943045819762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My cats love boxes so much. This is Belle. Right now Mesha is curled up in a shoe box. This picture was taken at 1 am in the morning, and Belle was trying to catch the camera (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alright so I've a few orders but my shoe supply is currently out of stock of the size I want. Damn. I literally prayed that God would give me the genius He had when He created the zebras, 'cos I had a zebra design to do, haha. And it turned out pretty okay! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And Tumblr is screwed. I'm at #484 in the world with a Tumblarity of 73, and its stuck there. Weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Rainbow Veins - Owl City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cheer up and dry your damp eyes and tell me when it rains,&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;i&gt;I'll blend up that rainbow above you and shoot it through your veins.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause your heart has a lack of color and we should have known,&lt;br /&gt;That we'd grow up sooner or later cause we wasted all our free time alone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9591381-8583213894631645187?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/8583213894631645187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=8583213894631645187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/8583213894631645187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/8583213894631645187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2010/01/2-make-me-wanna-scream.html' title='#2 - Make me wanna scream.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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/_oV2U4BK_6po/S0LEpzxlmeI/AAAAAAAAD60/8J-0AQcECZg/s72-c/IMG_2266.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-469985142219796287</id><published>2010-01-02T18:44:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T16:10:10.579+02:00</updated><title type='text'>#1 - Once again I say it out loud.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;/EDIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S0B3FRB5sRI/AAAAAAAAD6s/9N4E8FE66Po/s1600-h/IMG_2108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/S0B3FRB5sRI/AAAAAAAAD6s/9N4E8FE66Po/s400/IMG_2108.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422464883708506386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sz97NU9gGiI/AAAAAAAAD6U/y4qUsLrJsws/s400/IMG_2132.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422187945272547874" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And we counted down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aw man everyone's doing long posts. I shall too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;First major event of 2009 to me was SYF! I remember the crazy practices and all the fun/annoying/stupid times. Plus handover and everything. Although we got a Silver and not the Gold we aimed for (and I cried, again, although I told myself not to), I was glad to have gone through both SYFs with AHBand (: The fact that I'm officially leaving band is pretty sad. Hope we have a great concert at the end of the month! Thanks for everything AHBand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There were gains and losses during this year. Some losses included the death of many celebrities. I don't think I've ever heard of that many celebrities and stars passing away in just one year! Farrah Fawcett, Brittany Murphy, Patrick Swayze, and the one who impacted me the most, Michael. I remember being a kid and imitating his 'Aaoow!' My dad used to laugh at that (: I remember being with people, who when I mention Mj, will say, 'That freak?!' No matter what you think, he was an amazingly genius man with only intentions of spreading the love. Every genius the world has known was highly eccentric. Don't judge him because he never judged you. I still laugh when Pastor Darick does the moonwalk (Y).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gains. Hmmm. I guess I did learn much this year. About many things I don't think you are interested to know. Gains in experiences of course. Gains in knowing who I can trust and who I can't. Gains in learning how to be a better person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;O's was madness. It was fun + torturing at the same time. Studied mostly with my friends and my cats ((:). Went through it, and all I can do now is pray and hope that everything will go as planned. Maybe not as planned by me, but as planned by what is best for me. I don't always know what's best for me. So if I do well or do badly, then I will do my best to make it work out for the best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Got close to new people and grew apart from other people this year. I realised how hard it is to hold on to too many things at once. You're bound to let go here and there. I want to get back but its hard. I hope no one has any hard feelings towards me this year. Want to thank my friends for being there. I love you guys! I hope we all keep in touch no matter what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Also want to thank God, mostly, for all He's done. I always find myself running back to Him in everything. This year was a little of a struggle with issues of faith, but I know spirituality and faith come hand in hand, and I want to learn more. Thank God for everything. I've learnt much about loving You, myself and others this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Happy New Year everybody (: I pray for blessings in your life this 2010, and that we'll all have an amazing year to start off the decade. Stay happy, healthy and lovely!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sz97MeW14ZI/AAAAAAAAD6E/X0uHUOgcnr0/s400/IMG_2138.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422187930614882706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the back, it says: 'This is the wishing jar of Fairy. You write your wishes on the leaflet inside, cover it and expose it to a night of full moon. The Fairy will feel your wishes and make your wishes come true." Okay you know I don't believe in that. Got this for Christmas, and the night of 31 Dec was a full moon. So wrote my resolutions in and stuck it by the window (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Today, my husband and I were fighting because he forgot to send out our bills. Afterwards there was an eerie silence. Our 3 year old came by and said, "Now, make up." She made us hold hands and sing the whole Barney's "I love you, you love me" song. We laughed the rest of the day about it. She &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;GMH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9591381-469985142219796287?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/469985142219796287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=469985142219796287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/469985142219796287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/469985142219796287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2010/01/1-once-again-i-say-it-out-loud.html' title='#1 - Once again I say it out loud.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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/_oV2U4BK_6po/S0B3FRB5sRI/AAAAAAAAD6s/9N4E8FE66Po/s72-c/IMG_2108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-7069163366166920409</id><published>2009-12-31T10:50:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T18:44:51.887+02:00</updated><title type='text'># 109 - A new decade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SzxwnE9S72I/AAAAAAAAD58/0Q5tz1qIJ7I/s1600-h/img006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SzxwnE9S72I/AAAAAAAAD58/0Q5tz1qIJ7I/s400/img006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421331868095278946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scanning objects is fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe the year is freaking ending in about 7 hours. Its so fast. Its scary.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I tried to do the laundry and ended up jabbing my toe against this rusty metal piece and it started bleeding. I freaked out 'cos rust is poisonous and it could get very bad if it gets into my bloodstream. So I started washing it and squeezing the blood out (okay, yeah, gross). Then I thought, omg, am I gonna die?! Hahahaha. In the end my mum screamed at me and told me to stop doing housework (HAHA). But the point is. You actually get scared when you think about the fact that your life could be taken away from you anytime. Which is why I'm planning to do more worthwhile things next year. Hopefully, 2010 is gonna be an amazing year. Oh and yeah, I'm fine (: If I really get poisoned I'd get a fever but I'm feeling okay. Thank God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes so 2009 has been an interesting year. I don't think anything extremely life-changing occurred though. O's were a big part of it, and I'm glad to say I've gone through it and finished it to the best I could. And I'm glad to also say it wasn't a wasted year. Its just ending on a note of a lot of question marks. Where am I going, what am I doing, what is happening, why its happening, who do I turn to, how can I do it, stuff like that. Questions like that are often asked, but I always end a year with a certainty of the next year. This year's very different. I guess that's a good thing also. Doubt gives space for me to change my mind when I want to (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I'm hoping for an amazing 2010. Each year should top the other. If you're planning to do something amazing but don't know where to start, remember that no one can do everything, but everyone can do something (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Found a few cool websites! &lt;a href="http://operationbeautiful.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Operation Beautiful&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; aims to show everyone they're beautiful just as they are, and everyone can be a part of it. And its really nice to read &lt;a href="http://givesmehope.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gives Me Hope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Its like FML, but for optimists. FML makes you laugh, but GMH really touches your heart sometimes (: I'm taking part in this:&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i-heart.org/art.php?intid=6"&gt; januaryONE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;Its for all those photography lovers out there. Capture your hopes for 2010 in one picture, write about what inspires you about the picture, and submit it. I don't think there's really a prize, but its just about getting people from around the world to come together to portray their hopes for the new year. Hopefully Singapore gets on the map. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year's Eve everybody. Hope that 2009 has been a great year, and even if it hasn't, I pray we can look forward to 2010. A new year, a new start for anything that you need to restart. Its a new decade too. Cool. You know, the 60's, 70's, 80's and 90's all have their own unique style, but what about the first decade of 2000 (What do we call it? 2000's?)? In this first decade we've progressed SO much. Even fashion has changed so fast that we have no idea what's trending sometimes. Think 2010 will be just as rushed? I hope it will slow down just a litttllleeee bit. The world needs to learn to relax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OFF TO WATCHNIGHT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Szxo_K3pHfI/AAAAAAAAD50/4hDau_y4zDA/s1600-h/Dreamcatcher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Szxo_K3pHfI/AAAAAAAAD50/4hDau_y4zDA/s400/Dreamcatcher.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421323485906017778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;Only good dreams would be allowed to filter through. Bad dreams would stay in the net, disappearing with the light of day.&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/9591381-7069163366166920409?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/7069163366166920409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=7069163366166920409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/7069163366166920409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/7069163366166920409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2009/12/109-new-decade.html' title='# 109 - A new decade.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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/_oV2U4BK_6po/SzxwnE9S72I/AAAAAAAAD58/0Q5tz1qIJ7I/s72-c/img006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-8578207444264196669</id><published>2009-12-30T18:47:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T10:50:50.780+02:00</updated><title type='text'># 108 - 10.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://overflowing.tumblr.com/post/304517949/handbook-2010"&gt;HANDBOOK 2010 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://overflowing.tumblr.com/post/304517949/handbook-2010"&gt;(Link to original source!)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Health: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Drink plenty of water.&lt;br /&gt;2. Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a beggar.&lt;br /&gt;3. Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and eat less food that is manufactured in plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Live with the 3 E’s — Energy, Enthusiasm and Empathy&lt;br /&gt;5. Make time to pray and read your Bible daily.&lt;br /&gt;6. Play more games . &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Read more books than you did in 2009 .&lt;br /&gt;8. Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Sleep for 7 hours. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Take a 10-30 minutes walk daily. And while you walk, smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Personality: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. Don’t compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Don’t have negative thoughts or things you cannot control. Instead invest your energy in the positive present moment.&lt;br /&gt;13. Don’t over do it. Keep your limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. Don’t take yourself so seriously. No one else does. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Don’t waste your precious energy on gossip.&lt;br /&gt;16. Dream more while you are awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Forget issues of the past. Don’t remind your partner with his/her mistakes of the past. That will ruin your present happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone. Don’t hate others.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20. Make peace with your past so it won’t spoil the present. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. No one is in charge of your happiness except you.&lt;br /&gt;22. Realize that life is a school and you are here to learn. Problems are simply part of the curriculum that appear and fade         away like algebra class but the lessons you learn will last a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;23. Smile and laugh more. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. You don’t have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Society: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Call your family often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;26. Each day give something good to others.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Forgive everyone for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;28. Spend time with people over the age of 70 and under the age of  6. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Try to make at least three people smile each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;30. What other people think of you is none of your business. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Your job won’t take care of you when you are sick. Your friends will. Stay in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Life: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do the right thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;33. Get rid of anything that isn’t useful, beautiful or joyful.&lt;br /&gt;34. God heals everything. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;36. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;37. The best is yet to come.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;38. When you awake alive in the morning, thank God for it. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Your Inner most is always happy. So, be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Last but not the least: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;40. Please Forward this to everyone you care about, I just did.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this on Tumblr.&lt;div&gt;To all fellow readers, hope this inspires you like it inspired me (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9591381-8578207444264196669?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/8578207444264196669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=8578207444264196669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/8578207444264196669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/8578207444264196669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2009/12/handbook-2010-health-1.html' title='# 108 - 10.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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-9591381.post-4563199346830582124</id><published>2009-12-28T03:12:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T04:08:26.018+02:00</updated><title type='text'># 107 - When it ends, it begins.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;2009: In the beginning&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you bring in the New Year? In church!&lt;div&gt;Who were you with? My friends.&lt;br /&gt;Did you kiss anyone at midnight? No. Hugs, yes.&lt;br /&gt;Did you make any resolutions? I said I wanted to stay close to God, study hard and treasure my friends and family more.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2009: Your love life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you break up with anyone? No.&lt;br /&gt;Did you get anything for Valentine’s day? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Did you meet anyone special? Not really.&lt;br /&gt;Did you fall in love? Not literally. With imaginary/impossible people/creatures, yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2009: Friends and enemies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you meet any new friends this year? Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Did any of your friendships end? No.&lt;br /&gt;Did you dislike anyone? Dislike, of course.&lt;br /&gt;Did you make any new enemies? No.&lt;br /&gt;Did you resolve any fights? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Who was your closest friend? I have a few, how to name? Venus, Pamela, Rizvan, Tricia, Charis, Rachel Yong, Jing Yi.&lt;br /&gt;Who did you grow apart from? I HAVEN'T SEEN JINGYI IN SO LONG. Eh, must talk soon Jing Yi!&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any regrets when it comes to your friendships? Maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2009: Your birthday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have a cake? Yes!&lt;br /&gt;What did you do for your birthday? I had school, and band, then dinner at Pastamania, and surprise cake from Mingli, Yongquan, Ellie &amp;amp; Hai Xin.&lt;br /&gt;Did you have a party? Not really.&lt;br /&gt;Did you get any presents? Of course!&lt;br /&gt;If so what was the best thing you got? Jodi Picoult's Harvesting the Heart from my Aunt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2009: All about you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you change at all this year? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Did you dye your hair? No. Planning to keep my original hair colour for as long as possible.&lt;br /&gt;Did you get your hair cut? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Did you change your style? Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Were you in school? Yes, in a crucial year too.&lt;br /&gt;Did you get good grades? It all will show next month.&lt;br /&gt;Did you have a job? No. Lazy me.&lt;br /&gt;Do you drive? No.&lt;br /&gt;Did you own a car? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone close to you gave birth? Yes? I forgot whether it will 09 or 08.&lt;br /&gt;Did you move at all? Nope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you go on any vacations? Yes! Vietnam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you change anything about yourself now? Uhmmmmm. My procrastination, yes.&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;2009: Wrap up&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 2009 a good year? Its a year ending with so many questions. Where do I go? What do I do? Why is this happening? How will this turn out?&lt;br /&gt;Did 2009 bring any new insights? Yes, totally.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think 2010 will top 2009? I would like to believe so (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YUZbAQJhJ8w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YUZbAQJhJ8w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Taufik Batisah! Wow, he has changed so much. He's really amazing here, super energy packed. I see a little bit of Mj's dancing in the beginning, eh? (: This is his self-composed and produced song, Addicted. Hope to see him performing more in Singapore 'cos I enjoyed seeing him perform. He truly shows that Singapore Idol really does help local talent. I don't think Hady is as successful as Taufik. &amp;amp; is it me, or does Taufik look Indian? Charice from the Philippines performed too, and she's so pretty and talented.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Sezairi won Singapore Idol! I would have preferred Sylvia, but I didn't vote, and its almost expected anyway, so I've nothing to say. I realised, since the Singapore Idol has always been a Malay, they are a lot more popular in Malaysia. But for Sezairi, I feel he can promote himself even to others, 'cos he's pretty acoustic. Hahaha, the best performances of the night were the guests and the combined performances. Sorry to the two finalists :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I think its epic that Singapore Idol &amp;amp; Sezairi were trending on Twitter for a while. Sooooooo cool, and yet strange at the same time. Some non-Singaporeans were like, 'What the heck is a Sezairi? Is it edible?' And some went to find out more, then said Singapore Idol's winner isn't as good as American Idol's. Well, no one told you to go compare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a hair straightener for Christmas. My hair is so damn straight and flat already, I don't think I need to flatten it more. So, found out how to curl my hair with it so I'm gon' try. See you soon, with curly hair :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somemore stuff soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gasp, this song has the weirdest lyrics. And Michael sings the song really funnily. Of course the lyrics mean something, just, you don't get it the first time you hear it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;You Wanna Be Startin' Something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're A Vegetable, You're A Vegetable&lt;br /&gt;Still They Hate You, You're A Vegetable&lt;br /&gt;You're Just A Buffet, You're A Vegetable&lt;br /&gt;They Eat Off Of You, You're A Vegetable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You Cant Feed Your Baby (Yeah, Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Then Don't Have A Baby (Yeah, Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;And Don't Think Maybe (Yeah, Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;If You Can't Feed Your Baby (Yeah, Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;You'll Be Always Tryin'&lt;br /&gt;To Stop That Child From Cryin'&lt;br /&gt;Hustlin', Stealin', Lyin'&lt;br /&gt;Now Baby's Slowly Dyin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lift Your Head Up High,&lt;br /&gt;And Scream Out To The World.&lt;br /&gt;I Know I Am Someone,&lt;br /&gt;And Let The Truth Unfurl.&lt;br /&gt;No One Can Hurt You Now,&lt;br /&gt;Because You Know What's True.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I Believe In Me,&lt;br /&gt;So You Believe In You.&lt;br /&gt;Help Me Sing It, Ma Ma Se,&lt;br /&gt;Ma Ma Sa, Ma Ma Coo Sa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ma Ma Se, Ma Ma Sa,&lt;br /&gt;Ma Ma Coo Sa!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/9591381-4563199346830582124?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/4563199346830582124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=4563199346830582124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/4563199346830582124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/4563199346830582124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2009/12/107-when-it-ends-it-begins.html' title='# 107 - When it ends, it begins.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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-9591381.post-3331826328336441720</id><published>2009-12-27T06:11:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T06:53:25.225+02:00</updated><title type='text'># 106 - All my party people.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SzbkTfj-SGI/AAAAAAAAD5M/ETOi2Zu9I80/s1600-h/tumblr_kv79yhKJRE1qapng0o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SzbkTfj-SGI/AAAAAAAAD5M/ETOi2Zu9I80/s400/tumblr_kv79yhKJRE1qapng0o1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419770225127999586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yay, family Christmas party later at my place today! Can't wait. We've got the tree, the wreath, the lights, the table cloths, the food and all ready. Hope everything goes great and everyone has an awesome time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ytd was at Pebble Bay after special service with Tricia. Okay reasons why I love Pebble Bay. One, my nephews are sometimes there and they do adorable things like hold a potato and say its a ball, or ask you if your ice-cream is cold just like theirs. Two, random Caucasian guys will talk to you. Three, there's a pool! I need to go swim. Four, I can work there and earn some extra cash. Five, there's always nice food. So ytd's BBQ there was really fun. There were like a million kids running around and handsome little Andrew was starting to run. He still starts crawling all of a sudden, but he just follows super active Adam and runs sometimes. Aaron still can't hold his head up himself, so obviously he isn't gonna run anytime soon, but he's gonna be sucha dashing smiler in the future (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W855uJBQfgw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W855uJBQfgw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this video, Michael performs You Wanna Be Startin' Something. What I put this up for is not because of his performance (although it was awesome anyway), but 'cos during the performance his finger started bleeding onto the floor for idk what reason, and his signal for the crew to clean it up were dance moves. Hilarious, and yet genius.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woohoo and I'll end it for now with a picture of Kris doing his usual scrunched-up face, singing from the corner of his mouth and kicking his feet thing (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SzbegcYgyMI/AAAAAAAAD48/bhJRyRR2ChY/s1600-h/kris.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SzbegcYgyMI/AAAAAAAAD48/bhJRyRR2ChY/s400/kris.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419763850543155394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9591381-3331826328336441720?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/3331826328336441720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=3331826328336441720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/3331826328336441720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/3331826328336441720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2009/12/106-all-my-party-people.html' title='# 106 - All my party people.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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/_oV2U4BK_6po/SzbkTfj-SGI/AAAAAAAAD5M/ETOi2Zu9I80/s72-c/tumblr_kv79yhKJRE1qapng0o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-7910190801405205566</id><published>2009-12-25T10:17:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T11:09:56.184+02:00</updated><title type='text'># 105 - The reason for the season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wonderful Counselor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mighty God&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everlasting Father&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Prince of Peace&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Isaiah 9:6&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SzR3ivxlRII/AAAAAAAAD40/FoU3lt6yTuY/s1600-h/heartto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SzR3ivxlRII/AAAAAAAAD40/FoU3lt6yTuY/s400/heartto.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419087690457236610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;If you have some questions in the corners of your mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;And traces of discouragement and peace you cannot find,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;Reflection of the old past, They seem to face you every day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;There's one thing I know for sure that Jesus is the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;I know you got mountains that you think you can not climb,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;I know that your skies have been dark, You think the sun won't shine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;In case you don't know, I'm here to tell you that the Word of God is true, yeah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;And everything that He's promised, I tell you He would do it for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know this isn't a very Christmassy picture but I love it so much. I want that necklace so badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thinking of all the Christmas goodies I'm gonna eat, I'd better start jogging/swimming/doing sit-ups :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Service today was really awesome. We had it in our new Sanctuary! There was the new smell. The chairs are awfully comfortable. Not good for service 'cos people can literally fall asleep in those things. There were songs performed by our leaders and pastors (They are such great musicians, omg). Some songs I haven't sung since I was very young, and they just sound so innocent and beautiful with their simple melodies. Songs like that can bring tears. Went to visit my Grandma in the hospital. She was transferred to another centre, which seems like a more cheery and happy place, so I'm really happy for her! She seems to be getting so much better as well. Ugh, I'm jealous. She looks really pretty for her age. Don't think I'd look that good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My camera is still out of battery! My rechargeable batteries are spoilt ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay so. Idk if anyone wouldn't like reading this much about my faith, but its Christmas, let me dedicate this post to the reason for the season k :)? We should all know that 25 Dec isn't the exact day Jesus was born. No one knows the exact day. But it doesn't matter to me that much. Christmas is known as the time where we sing songs, receive presents, meet up with the family, wear red and green (&amp;amp; no one will judge you), decorate the house and feel extra joyful. So there's only one thing left, and that's to remember the Christ in Christmas, for we live by faith and not by sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Read a forum not long ago, and it was 'Why do non-Christians celebrate Christmas?' There were so many debates on the commerciality of Christmas, the origin of it and all. But one answer, and the shortest answer, rang in my head till today. 'Because they are welcome to.' :). I think its beautiful how everyone gets together during this time, and even the most bitter of people will find solace in Christmas company. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And so, I wanna say, thank You Jesus, for coming 2000 years ago, and truly being Emmanuel - God who is with us. Thank You for the times You touched my heart, for bringing me through everything, for helping me know You are there, for providing me with Your strength and for enabling me to love others through the tough times. I love You, and Happy Birthday my friend, King and Saviour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And this song, sung today at service, sums up Christmas for me this year. Merry Christmas everyone!&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;We Are The Reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As little children we would dream of Christmas morn,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of all the gifts and toys we knew we’d find.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But we never realized a baby born one blessed night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gave us the greatest gift of our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were the reason that He gave His life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were the reason that He suffered and died,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); "&gt;To a world that was lost He gave all He could give,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To show us the reason to live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9591381-7910190801405205566?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/7910190801405205566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=7910190801405205566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/7910190801405205566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/7910190801405205566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2009/12/105-reason-for-season.html' title='# 105 - The reason for the season'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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/_oV2U4BK_6po/SzR3ivxlRII/AAAAAAAAD40/FoU3lt6yTuY/s72-c/heartto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-3936080914216547414</id><published>2009-12-24T11:22:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T16:51:08.435+02:00</updated><title type='text'># 104 - The night before Christmas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SzN_x15hWvI/AAAAAAAAD4s/WvC4HlG9H20/s1600-h/wishtheworld.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SzN_x15hWvI/AAAAAAAAD4s/WvC4HlG9H20/s400/wishtheworld.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418815270915496690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its finally Christmas eve. Although I'm not 100% in the Christmas mood this year, I can say I do feel happier (: The lights, the festivity, the shopping, the music, all remind me of how people come together to celebrate, no matter the reason.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I do try to stress on myself to remember the true meaning of Christmas (which is often lost during a present shopping spree) (: I think it'll be too late to remind myself and others out there on the origin of Christmas on Christmas day itself, 'cos I wanna wake up tmr with a true Christmas in my heart! Happy Early Birthday Jesus ♥!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you know that the Christmas tree, its decorations, candy canes, presents and everything actually specifically represent something? Its too long to put it here so if you're interested, do go find out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard that there are churches holding Blue Christmases for those faced with grief and loss, where the holiday season seems to make them feel worse. So the service is dedicated to them and gives them 'a good place to have a cry and no one will mind'. I think its a great idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this Christmas, 'make love your aim.' (: &lt;i&gt;1 Cor 14:1.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been having meetups nowadays because everyone wants their stuff before Christmas. Glad to have earned a few bucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stayed over at my Grandma's for a few days with my cousins. Walked around at Clarke Quay and Orchard to look at the lights (: I love my cousins, no matter what stupid things we do. We finished a 950-piece puzzle in 2-3 days. Amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went shopping today for shoes 'cos there was a warehouse sale. I sound like I'm primitive, but I got my very first pair of Converse. Its this really colourful pair, thought it was a nice way to celebrate a start! Haha. My mum, Debi and I rummaged through and got some really good buys. Got a pencil box too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the day was spent decorating the house! We have the mini Nativity Scene up (You know, the little figurines of Mary, Joseph, Baby Jesus, the 3 Wise Men), the Christmas tree up (after much hauling and vacuuming up fake leaves), the wreath, the balls and stuff. Uhmmm, a few moans and groans here and there, but the house looks pretty festive now :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait for tomorrow (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9591381-3936080914216547414?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/3936080914216547414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=3936080914216547414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/3936080914216547414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/3936080914216547414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2009/12/104-night-before-christmas.html' title='# 104 - The night before Christmas.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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/_oV2U4BK_6po/SzN_x15hWvI/AAAAAAAAD4s/WvC4HlG9H20/s72-c/wishtheworld.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-7031970457084909512</id><published>2009-12-19T16:37:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T03:34:09.370+02:00</updated><title type='text'># 103 - Touch my eyes so I can see.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will be at my grandma's for a few days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Syzl0AfzccI/AAAAAAAAD3s/4qyYCy2TBns/s1600-h/campignormousBIG.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Syzl0AfzccI/AAAAAAAAD3s/4qyYCy2TBns/s400/campignormousBIG.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416957133469217218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Syzlzz7GwaI/AAAAAAAAD3k/gKRa3hRGYbQ/s1600-h/IMG_2084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Syzlzz7GwaI/AAAAAAAAD3k/gKRa3hRGYbQ/s400/IMG_2084.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416957130094068130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm back from &lt;b&gt;Camp Ignormous&lt;/b&gt;! Camp was great (: Learnt so much, made new friends and had a lot of fun. When the pictures get into my hands I'll put them up here. Just want to say it was a very inspiring and meaningful camp, and I really love my group, Green Shark 5! Our cheer is so cute. Its like High-5. "1, 2, 3, 4, Shark 5!" Lol. Being the AGL, felt a little lost. 'Cos I was often sleepy. But good thing everyone wasn't hard to handle :D Thanks to Eugene for being a great GL. Adult leader was Brother Chiang Wee, and we can't stand his games. You know, those "How many meh-meh jump over the wall?" and "Black magic". Managed to get most of it though. The games were (Y)! The food was okay, and I'm amazed at how they fed 600 people in 20 minutes for every meal. Good job to Camp Comm, leaders and parent volunteers for carrying out this camp! I enjoyed it so much. Lastly, thank God for His tangible presence which touched so many of us during the camp!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I missed Prom 'cos of camp. Well, no regrets, but just annoyed that some people who didn't really want to go but went anyway, told me Prom was awesome. I'm being selfish right now, 'cos I know I should be happy for them. Shan't think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Syzqs6juZvI/AAAAAAAAD30/M87IAe_LgE4/s400/venus+bday+09+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416962509174105842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SyzqtRIxoyI/AAAAAAAAD4E/ZaWSRXNVipE/s400/venus+bday+09+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416962515235087138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SyzqtWHEqtI/AAAAAAAAD38/Nm87v0FkK2w/s400/venus+bday+09+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416962516570122962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Syzqt8rLE4I/AAAAAAAAD4M/dHHHl-ZQcCc/s400/venus+bday+09+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416962526922085250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SyzquKZZyFI/AAAAAAAAD4U/AZuvKsKPe2Q/s1600-h/venus+bday+09+5.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SyzquKZZyFI/AAAAAAAAD4U/AZuvKsKPe2Q/s400/venus+bday+09+5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416962530605647954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Celebrated an early birthday for Venus the other day! &lt;b&gt;Happy Birthday to youuuuu (:&lt;/b&gt; I don't really have a nickname for you. Idk, I don't really have nicknames for anyone. But that doesn't mean we can't still be best friends. I pray that you enjoy your Sweet 16, and you stay happy and healthy for the years to come. Keep in touch if we part ways! A birthday is a special day that should remind you of your existence and purpose on this earth. Never think you're an accident, never think you don't belong. Stay strong, because we love you (: God bless you on your birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went down to Orchard to eat and soak in the Christmas mood. Lots of activity down at Orchard! Really pretty. Can't wait for Christmas day itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhhh. I can't even describe how I feel now. The issue I'm thinking about is too precious to risk, and too weird to describe. So I shall leave it in my brain until I figure it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm. I somehow want JC to start asap. Being moderately busy is my thing. That's why I wish I could stay at Jan-Mar type of work load forever. But, life doesn't work that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teri, get a life and stop complaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9591381-7031970457084909512?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/7031970457084909512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=7031970457084909512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/7031970457084909512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/7031970457084909512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2009/12/103-touch-my-eyes-so-i-can-see.html' title='# 103 - Touch my eyes so I can see.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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/_oV2U4BK_6po/Syzl0AfzccI/AAAAAAAAD3s/4qyYCy2TBns/s72-c/campignormousBIG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-1399665107171388550</id><published>2009-12-13T14:42:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:03:28.063+02:00</updated><title type='text'># 102 - There are times when I look above and beyond.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SyTjAQaxLTI/AAAAAAAAD3c/3LJwI4KxqZY/s1600-h/tumblr_kuhpfoI0zj1qzot8bo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SyTjAQaxLTI/AAAAAAAAD3c/3LJwI4KxqZY/s400/tumblr_kuhpfoI0zj1qzot8bo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414702245552926002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I need all these necklaces, now. Seriously, love every single one of these in the picture.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right. Anyway, I'm going off to Port Dickson, Malaysia tomorrow for Ignormous Camp :D Can't wait! So excited. Haven't packed yet D: Die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm expecting quite a lot from this camp, especially since Rach Y. is on the Camp Comm! I was on the Comm last year, so I know how hard it is. Thank you Camp Comm (: And I'm excited to meet my group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met my new cell today. Lovely people. We're a bit quiet now, but I believe when we get to know each other it'll be okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a Christmas party today. Pictures another time. Rushing now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw, go listen to Kris Allen's album okay! :P Esp. Can't Stay Away. Awesome song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Need to pack for Ignormous! See you on Thursday, and God bless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Always forgive your enemies, nothing annoys them so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Oscar Wilde&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9591381-1399665107171388550?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/1399665107171388550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=1399665107171388550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/1399665107171388550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/1399665107171388550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2009/12/102-there-are-times-when-i-look-above.html' title='# 102 - There are times when I look above and beyond.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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/_oV2U4BK_6po/SyTjAQaxLTI/AAAAAAAAD3c/3LJwI4KxqZY/s72-c/tumblr_kuhpfoI0zj1qzot8bo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-213742294494566380</id><published>2009-12-08T04:12:00.012+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T07:55:50.776+02:00</updated><title type='text'># 101 - Ra Ra Ah Ah Ah.</title><content type='html'>UPDATED! Please scroll down, thanks.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm back with the camera cableeeeeeee! Yay! There are wayyyyy too many photos to post. Wayyyy too many. So if you have Facebook, my photos will be up there. Only posting a few photos for each event.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up is &lt;b&gt;AHBand Farewell 2009!&lt;/b&gt; Really wanna thank the Sec 3s for making it such a memorable event. Loved the dance, loved the food, loved the music, loved the videos. Played the 'Guess how much my dress is?' game with some people. I'm gonna miss band so much. I'm gna be playing for Alumni Band though, so I have another month or so with my Saxophone. Take care everyone, and AHBand ftw &lt;3&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx3TYfeBv-I/AAAAAAAADwM/RaCdSXvaCmk/s400/IMG_1405.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412714744886968290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx3TZxU0u2I/AAAAAAAADws/XstQc0ReoZk/s1600-h/IMG_1423.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx3TZxU0u2I/AAAAAAAADws/XstQc0ReoZk/s400/IMG_1423.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412714766860073826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx3TZOHlaaI/AAAAAAAADwc/mXiKrTJ3eXM/s1600-h/IMG_1442.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx3XddD1SlI/AAAAAAAADxU/oASMNIjUwtU/s1600-h/IMG_1473.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx3XddD1SlI/AAAAAAAADxU/oASMNIjUwtU/s400/IMG_1473.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412719228186085970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx3Xc-lMkUI/AAAAAAAADxM/kHY9fWvqSak/s1600-h/IMG_1471.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx3Xc-lMkUI/AAAAAAAADxM/kHY9fWvqSak/s400/IMG_1471.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412719220004524354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx3XcW3sBtI/AAAAAAAADxE/Rup-ulOfbH4/s1600-h/IMG_1430.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx3XcW3sBtI/AAAAAAAADxE/Rup-ulOfbH4/s400/IMG_1430.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412719209344665298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx3Xb1vajdI/AAAAAAAADw8/WN7TKt8Od6o/s1600-h/IMG_1428.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx3Xb1vajdI/AAAAAAAADw8/WN7TKt8Od6o/s400/IMG_1428.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412719200451595730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx3XbRCu_rI/AAAAAAAADw0/F7iNQl9CwCw/s400/IMG_1438.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412719190600515250" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx3XbRCu_rI/AAAAAAAADw0/F7iNQl9CwCw/s1600-h/IMG_1438.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Delphine's got an awesome dress!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx3TZOHlaaI/AAAAAAAADwc/mXiKrTJ3eXM/s1600-h/IMG_1442.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx3TZOHlaaI/AAAAAAAADwc/mXiKrTJ3eXM/s400/IMG_1442.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412714757409302946" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx3TYjTmXSI/AAAAAAAADwU/yFpO6PNyZCs/s1600-h/IMG_1408.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx3TYjTmXSI/AAAAAAAADwU/yFpO6PNyZCs/s400/IMG_1408.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412714745916972322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx3TZgHImDI/AAAAAAAADwk/C39N_EFtFJA/s400/IMG_1479.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412714762239252530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, my family trip to &lt;b&gt;Ho Chi Minh, Vietnam&lt;/b&gt;. Vietnam's a pretty cool place. You hear car horns every second of the day (Yes, even at 3 am in the morning), the air is filled with smoke and the zebra crossings serve no purpose. But, it has amazing views you don't see in Singapore, great people and fun stuff to do. Photos are not in order!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx3brPf6LsI/AAAAAAAADx8/gEoyvR6n5zc/s1600-h/IMG_1602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx3brPf6LsI/AAAAAAAADx8/gEoyvR6n5zc/s400/IMG_1602.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412723863110430402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something like their Hort Park. And everywhere you turn, every corner, there's a photographer and a bride and groom. Every, where.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx3bqh-XbbI/AAAAAAAADx0/JplZPId_cKs/s1600-h/IMG_1581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx3bqh-XbbI/AAAAAAAADx0/JplZPId_cKs/s400/IMG_1581.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412723850890145202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Notre Dame Cathedral of Ho Chi Minh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx3bqP2MLdI/AAAAAAAADxs/gIHvFDhiTNY/s1600-h/IMG_1571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx3bqP2MLdI/AAAAAAAADxs/gIHvFDhiTNY/s400/IMG_1571.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412723846024015314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sampan ride! Thank God the boat didn't capsize. Look at the colour of that water. Love the hats though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx3bpm8spHI/AAAAAAAADxk/9flMboG9Ez8/s1600-h/IMG_1557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx3bpm8spHI/AAAAAAAADxk/9flMboG9Ez8/s400/IMG_1557.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412723835045454962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Awww. Btw, did you know they eat dogs and cats as delicacies there? Don't worry, this cutie's one of their pets (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx3bpTO6YKI/AAAAAAAADxc/0sr2tFE1oc0/s1600-h/IMG_1550.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx3bpTO6YKI/AAAAAAAADxc/0sr2tFE1oc0/s400/IMG_1550.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412723829753143458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx3gktFMIpI/AAAAAAAADyk/mjsdssE9dd4/s1600-h/IMG_1742.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx3gktFMIpI/AAAAAAAADyk/mjsdssE9dd4/s400/IMG_1742.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412729248350478994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx3yVBfcfZI/AAAAAAAADzU/vVOaQIYQndI/s400/IMG_1751.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412748770160704914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jesus Christ Monument in Vung Tau. The body of the statue is a tower, and you can climb up the ultra super squeezy steps to stand on its shoulders and see the magnificent view (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx3gkM1I5SI/AAAAAAAADyc/pg5Hp4pXm74/s1600-h/IMG_1676.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx3gkM1I5SI/AAAAAAAADyc/pg5Hp4pXm74/s400/IMG_1676.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412729239693223202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx3gjf-dqkI/AAAAAAAADyU/bD-uKX-D758/s1600-h/IMG_1678.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx3gjf-dqkI/AAAAAAAADyU/bD-uKX-D758/s400/IMG_1678.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412729227652737602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx3yVlxz9wI/AAAAAAAADzc/N1tDhbUCW7c/s400/IMG_1701.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412748779901417218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx3gi29APyI/AAAAAAAADyM/TQPOEayWlzQ/s1600-h/IMG_1635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx3gi29APyI/AAAAAAAADyM/TQPOEayWlzQ/s400/IMG_1635.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412729216640761634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx3giLMM7pI/AAAAAAAADyE/f55dNYI9m7k/s1600-h/IMG_1622.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx3giLMM7pI/AAAAAAAADyE/f55dNYI9m7k/s400/IMG_1622.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412729204893347474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx3yWzhQALI/AAAAAAAADzs/_D2-t7NJqSA/s400/IMG_1790.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412748800769917106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx3yWSN8zdI/AAAAAAAADzk/jJAfMpsuXiA/s400/IMG_1784.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412748791830597074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx3yXSGZECI/AAAAAAAADz0/p7P6oNdDkhE/s1600-h/IMG_1806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx3yXSGZECI/AAAAAAAADz0/p7P6oNdDkhE/s400/IMG_1806.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412748808978763810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay and now its &lt;b&gt;SC Farewell 2009&lt;/b&gt;! Yehp, this was really unforgettable as well. Loved the skits, the dancing, the food and the atmosphere. Thanks, SC, for a rewarding and fun 4 years. R'N'E, con't to be so lovable and fun to work with. I love how the juniors really try to cheer for R'N'E but their R'N'E seniors don't exactly have that habit. &lt;i&gt;Cooool&lt;/i&gt; Creme, you know?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx35Y-kYeRI/AAAAAAAAD0c/S7k7utpleR8/s1600-h/IMG_1846.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx35Y-kYeRI/AAAAAAAAD0c/S7k7utpleR8/s400/IMG_1846.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412756534676977938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx35YnfmtII/AAAAAAAAD0U/kJVDBZ31AI4/s1600-h/IMG_1840.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx35YnfmtII/AAAAAAAAD0U/kJVDBZ31AI4/s400/IMG_1840.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412756528482923650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx35YCqkgjI/AAAAAAAAD0M/kDoKO9D3JD0/s1600-h/IMG_1838.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx35YCqkgjI/AAAAAAAAD0M/kDoKO9D3JD0/s400/IMG_1838.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412756518596805170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx35Xt3dEAI/AAAAAAAAD0E/0_FBX9lYMm4/s1600-h/IMG_1837.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx35Xt3dEAI/AAAAAAAAD0E/0_FBX9lYMm4/s400/IMG_1837.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412756513013698562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx35XH_OYhI/AAAAAAAADz8/FZQ7YAEm-Gw/s1600-h/IMG_1833.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx4J6PG9jII/AAAAAAAAD0s/s-kAbLPB60o/s1600-h/IMG_1855.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx4J6PG9jII/AAAAAAAAD0s/s-kAbLPB60o/s400/IMG_1855.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412774698238708866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx4J5ae4zLI/AAAAAAAAD0k/k86twGHYaAM/s1600-h/IMG_1853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx4J5ae4zLI/AAAAAAAAD0k/k86twGHYaAM/s400/IMG_1853.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412774684111981746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx35XH_OYhI/AAAAAAAADz8/FZQ7YAEm-Gw/s1600-h/IMG_1833.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx35XH_OYhI/AAAAAAAADz8/FZQ7YAEm-Gw/s400/IMG_1833.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412756502845743634" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went out with Charis, Tricia and Rizvan the other day before Chomel job interview. Had lunch, then went down to Shaw Centre for the interview. It was not bad. They called to ask if I was still interested then they'd shortlist me. But I turned them down and said I was taking another offer. Hahahaha that 'offer' was working at my aunt's shop. Yeh. Well. Not too interested in Chomel acty, 'cos Idk, just dread the idea of make-up, standing for 7 hours a day, 6 days a week. Maybe its okay, but I'd prefer sth more relaxed. Its my holidays anyway (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx8DXgqaPrI/AAAAAAAAD1M/audjZFAghnc/s400/IMG_1873.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413048979562315442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My mum attended an event to commemorate the installation of Singapore's first president on 3 Dec, my mum's birthday! Everyone (except guests) who was at the event was born on 3 Dec.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx8DYxbad8I/AAAAAAAAD1k/AveKW89xCj4/s1600-h/IMG_1908.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx8DYxbad8I/AAAAAAAAD1k/AveKW89xCj4/s400/IMG_1908.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413049001242687426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx8DYXvy7pI/AAAAAAAAD1c/d5smTQ01ddY/s1600-h/IMG_1904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx8DYXvy7pI/AAAAAAAAD1c/d5smTQ01ddY/s400/IMG_1904.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413048994348854930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mum with some minister. Sorry, I'm clueless about Singapore's political scene. Call me ignorant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx8x5XfWLxI/AAAAAAAAD3E/q6SOKYArlpI/s400/IMG_1923.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413100138750422802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx8DX9F47cI/AAAAAAAAD1U/nsyRsDilWJ8/s1600-h/IMG_1894.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx8DX9F47cI/AAAAAAAAD1U/nsyRsDilWJ8/s400/IMG_1894.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413048987193765314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx8GDITSlFI/AAAAAAAAD1s/zuo8-Bw3hGo/s400/IMG_1870.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413051927960392786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there was the Boot Cale @ Changi Airport. Not bad, managed to earn a couple of bucks. Doodled alot. Shall go for the next boot sale again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx8L_VHRLcI/AAAAAAAAD2E/5XJBDin3cT8/s400/IMG_1951.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413058459749920194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adam (my toddler nephew) drew in the hair. Isn't it revolutionary? HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx8MAbx9RII/AAAAAAAAD2U/GHu6vhYY_5o/s1600-h/IMG_1952.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx8MAbx9RII/AAAAAAAAD2U/GHu6vhYY_5o/s400/IMG_1952.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413058478719452290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx8L_yxASYI/AAAAAAAAD2M/h8XYs9N6hRM/s1600-h/IMG_1956.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx8L_yxASYI/AAAAAAAAD2M/h8XYs9N6hRM/s400/IMG_1956.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413058467709602178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx8e-M-rOjI/AAAAAAAAD2s/Hl-UdvgGLcY/s400/IMG_1957.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413079331107453490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I forgot how fun Lego was!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx8e9VncRNI/AAAAAAAAD2k/i305UlBzS_Q/s1600-h/IMG_1950.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx8e9VncRNI/AAAAAAAAD2k/i305UlBzS_Q/s400/IMG_1950.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413079316246054098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx8e9MDon_I/AAAAAAAAD2c/quaNqq21WII/s1600-h/IMG_1946.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx8e9MDon_I/AAAAAAAAD2c/quaNqq21WII/s1600-h/IMG_1946.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx8e9MDon_I/AAAAAAAAD2c/quaNqq21WII/s400/IMG_1946.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413079313679949810" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx8x41K8laI/AAAAAAAAD28/YMgTH5As9Ag/s1600-h/Ka-cha!(1583).jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx8x41K8laI/AAAAAAAAD28/YMgTH5As9Ag/s400/Ka-cha!(1583).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413100129538053538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx8x4b-KbuI/AAAAAAAAD20/HSnM_DO2e4s/s400/Ka-cha!(1582).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413100122773548770" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx8x4b-KbuI/AAAAAAAAD20/HSnM_DO2e4s/s1600-h/Ka-cha!(1582).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How cute can one baby get? This is Aaron, Adam and Andrew's little brother (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx8L-ulJRDI/AAAAAAAAD10/bB18ecn7dVI/s400/IMG_1933.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413058449406247986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx8L_KEOhzI/AAAAAAAAD18/5T_Ymf4JTXg/s400/IMG_1941.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413058456784373554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Get well soon, Mama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sharon Osbourne was on Ellen just now! Oh I love her. She is soooo funny. Its like she has this permanent smile on her face, and she glows, seriously. And she likes Edward so much that says they'd have to arrest her if she said out what she would want to do to Robert Pattinson. I don't like him, but I like her for saying that (: Mj says grabbing his crotch is not sexual at all, and when he first did it, he watched the replay and screamed, because he didn't realise he was doing it. Oh, Michael.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have so much to do today but I am so lazy. I just wanna plop in front of the computer with chips and watch Youtube all day long :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ever feel like you could dream your wildest dream, but in the end, it'll stay up there as stars in the sky, to appear to you only in your sleep? You're afraid to let it show, because your dream is your heart, and if the dream dies, your heart might die along with it. You tell yourself you would be satisfied with fantasies and daydreams, but you know dreams were meant to come true. You just don't know if life is going to be fair to you. So, go on out there. Come what may. The real dream you will accomplish is the dream of a life worth living, so go on and live it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9591381-213742294494566380?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/213742294494566380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=213742294494566380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/213742294494566380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/213742294494566380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2009/12/101-ra-ra-ah-ah-ah.html' title='# 101 - Ra Ra Ah Ah Ah.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sx3TYfeBv-I/AAAAAAAADwM/RaCdSXvaCmk/s72-c/IMG_1405.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-5953955698019701598</id><published>2009-12-01T04:24:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T04:58:35.647+02:00</updated><title type='text'># 100 - A life full of laughter.</title><content type='html'>Hello! Back blogging again. Back from Vietnam too. Idk where the camera cable is, so I think I'll upload photos when I find it okay! Haha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vietnam was fun. Its always great to spent a few days with the family, relaxing, seeing new things and taking lots of pictures. My hair is weird in every picture so, bleah. Will talk more when there are pictures. And, I'm glad to be back in Singapore where the air is smoke free, there are proper pedestrian crossings and I can't hear motorcycle zooms, swishes and horns every second.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The two farewells were awesome! Really brought back the feelings I had for both band and council. Thank you for all the pretty memories, the laughter, the good and bad experiences, the friendships. I hope I can come back and see everyone again next time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photos coming upppp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SxSF-6P8ASI/AAAAAAAADvE/E4Xoe1MfGIU/s400/KrisJJ3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410096368213295394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again, I say Katy Allen is a lucky girl. Watched a few Kris interviews. Will love to get his album. Christmas list, maybe? Hint hint. HAHA. When's he coming to Singapore? I'll definitely be there. I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9591381-5953955698019701598?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/5953955698019701598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=5953955698019701598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/5953955698019701598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/5953955698019701598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2009/12/100-life-full-of-laughter.html' title='# 100 - A life full of laughter.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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/_oV2U4BK_6po/SxSF-6P8ASI/AAAAAAAADvE/E4Xoe1MfGIU/s72-c/KrisJJ3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-1165671559511136814</id><published>2009-11-24T06:08:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T18:30:57.753+02:00</updated><title type='text'># 99 - Moving on.</title><content type='html'>Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turned into sluts. Advice was now bullshit. Mobile phones are being used in class. Detention becomes suspension, expulsion. Soda becomes alcohol. Kisses and hugs turn into sex. Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? Remember when the worst things you could get from the opposite sex were cooties? Your parent’s shoulders were the highest place on earth and mum was your hero? Your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues meant who could run the fastest. War was only a card game. And the only drug you knew was cough medicine. Remember when what you wore didn’t define the person you were?&lt;b&gt; The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow?&lt;/b&gt; And we couldn’t wait to grow up.&lt;div&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://www.feijuuu.tumblr.com/"&gt;feijuuu&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No I didn't type that. I think Rachel Yong thought so. Haha! But its exactly how I feel. Can relate to that, and I'm sure many others can too. Keep your child-like faith, its what keeps you in the light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't find my cable so can't upload farewell photos D: But overall, farewell was (Y)! Love you AHBand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off to Vietnam from Thursday till Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will be taking lots of photos! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9591381-1165671559511136814?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/1165671559511136814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=1165671559511136814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/1165671559511136814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/1165671559511136814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2009/11/99-moving-on.html' title='# 99 - Moving on.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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-9591381.post-2074943138721888859</id><published>2009-11-20T13:23:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T15:15:15.350+02:00</updated><title type='text'># 98 - 21/12/2012.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SwZ82nykAVI/AAAAAAAADuU/yrknSB9asOw/s1600/two_thousand_twelve_ver3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SwZ82nykAVI/AAAAAAAADuU/yrknSB9asOw/s400/two_thousand_twelve_ver3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406145680540696914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caught 2012 today with Rizvan and Charis (: Tricia was too scared to watch the movie LOL. Well. Firstly, the theatre was so packed and we got 2nd row seats. So my neck hurt even in the first 10 minutes of advertisement. The beginning part of the movie was pretty draggy, but it built up pretty well. I swear I held my breath for about half the movie. It wasn't exactly very frightening, but it really does get you thinking a lot. It was based on the Mayan Calender's predictions of the apocalypse on 21.12.2012, and talked mostly about the human spirit and how our lives, essentially, are all worth the same. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What scared me the most during the movie was how people were just dropping into the earth left and right, and everything, our art pieces, musical instruments, science facilities, architecture, technology, was being destroyed in just one day. And also, the giant conspiracy involving governments of the entire world, and only choosing people with wealth and perfect genes to be saved genuinely made me squirm, 'cos I'm sure I don't have perfect genes, or that much wealth either. But what was inspiring was how some people submitted to their fate, and how some tried so hard to escape, but couldn't. I think I'd probably run from instinct, but after awhile, I'd resign to it. Idk, I'm not in that situation now, so I can't really say what I'd do. There were a few awkwardly funny parts, where you don't know whether to laugh or not. A lot of amazing scenes in the movie, and I did tear quite a few times. I won't give away too much of the movie, but it was a great watch! Somehow, I can't wait till 2012 to see if this really happens, but yet again, I can.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SwaOwq5-xtI/AAAAAAAADuk/9FeWgxyyqO8/s1600/2012-movie-still-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SwaOwq5-xtI/AAAAAAAADuk/9FeWgxyyqO8/s400/2012-movie-still-7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406165369507202770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The boy on the right's name is Noah. The main characters escaped in an Ark. Venus pointed that out on her blog and I was like, "Oh yeah!" Plus, the way they saved the animals, hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also didn't notice that at the end when they show the whole earth, it showed a changed Africa and Asia. Saw it online just now. I do not know my Geography.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SwaOwcRvkMI/AAAAAAAADuc/4Rg4kk9Ntwg/s1600/2012-movie-still-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SwaOwcRvkMI/AAAAAAAADuc/4Rg4kk9Ntwg/s1600/2012-movie-still-4.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SwaOwcRvkMI/AAAAAAAADuc/4Rg4kk9Ntwg/s400/2012-movie-still-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406165365580337346" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Woody, the eccentric radio DJ! He's pretty awesome. Loved his free spirited-ness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Another thing that struck me was how some people never got to say goodbye to their loved ones. So I guess one thing I can take away is to treasure everyone around me, and make full use of every opportunity to show your love and care for those who matter to you. The US President muttered to his dead wife that he was going home when he saw the tsunami approaching him. And the main characters were all trying to contact their families again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The movie surrounded the theme on humanity, about how we were meant to be united. One great quote was 'The moment we stop fighting for each other, that is the moment we lose our humanity." And I gasped when the President, giving a speech, was cut off halfway when quoting Psalms 23:1, "The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not be in want." He only got to the shepherd part. And the Sistine Chapel, the exact spot which it cracked (the contact between God and man), freaky. Super a lot of foreshadowing and symbolism in the movie, but its pretty obvious and funny actually. A lot of people think that whoever was praying was praying to end the apocalypse, and were praying in vain, but I think they were praying for something bigger than themselves. Idk, peace and forgiveness, maybe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Overall, nice movie, a little unrealistic though, considering the main characters were unbelievably lucky. It was 2.5 hours long, but didn't seem that long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I do not want to speculate when the world will end, but I know the world had a beginning, and everything that begins comes to an end eventually. Freaky thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The holidays have been boringggggg. I've got lots to do tmr. And planning a few stuff for the hols. So, hope everything goes okay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Yesterday - Leona Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;They can take tomorrow and the plans we made&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;They can take the music that we'll never play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;All the broken dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Take everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Just take it away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;But they can never have yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;They can take the future that we'll never know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;They can take the places that we said we will go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;All the broken dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic; "&gt;Take everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); "&gt;Just take it away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;But they can never have yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/9591381-2074943138721888859?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/2074943138721888859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=2074943138721888859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/2074943138721888859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/2074943138721888859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2009/11/98-21122012.html' title='# 98 - 21/12/2012.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SwZ82nykAVI/AAAAAAAADuU/yrknSB9asOw/s72-c/two_thousand_twelve_ver3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-4498603363836286709</id><published>2009-11-17T17:26:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T16:13:29.945+02:00</updated><title type='text'># 97 - Chase you down until you love me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OnYTl6qre3k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OnYTl6qre3k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The beginning’s really funny, but for the drama, forward to 5:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ross:&lt;/b&gt; I can’t imagine my life without you. You know, without these arms, without your face, and heart. Your good heart. Rachel and… and…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rachel:&lt;/b&gt; No, I can’t. You’re a totally different person to me now. I used to think of you as somebody that would never ever hurt me. Ever. God, and now I just can’t stop picturing you with her. I can’t. It doesn’t matter what you say or what you do, Ross. It just changed everything. Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ross: &lt;/b&gt;This can’t be it. I mean…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rachel: &lt;/b&gt;Then how come﻿ it is?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaking. The actors genuinely cried after acting this out. The best dramatic scene in Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;"Also, why do people picture everything in heaven as white? Com’mon, with a mind to compose the world, God’s gonna want some flair!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Mrcappy (Deviantart)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img width="350" src="http://i34.tinypic.com/34ewxl5.gif" height="263" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who wouldn't love that? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9591381-4498603363836286709?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/4498603363836286709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=4498603363836286709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/4498603363836286709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/4498603363836286709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2009/11/97-chase-you-down-until-you-love-me.html' title='# 97 - Chase you down until you love me.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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://i34.tinypic.com/34ewxl5_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-196947781138641871</id><published>2009-11-17T15:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T18:37:28.143+02:00</updated><title type='text'># 96 - Talk to me, talk to me, like lovers do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SwAbL_udZiI/AAAAAAAADts/HPvKziGX8Dk/s1600-h/Ka-cha!(1550).jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SwAbL_udZiI/AAAAAAAADts/HPvKziGX8Dk/s400/Ka-cha!(1550).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404349445743404578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SwAbKl9YoMI/AAAAAAAADtc/D6lcYAqDAsY/s400/Ka-cha!(1548).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404349421646815426" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SwAbLJDgrwI/AAAAAAAADtk/lwAScCQWx8s/s400/Ka-cha!(1549).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404349431067750146" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adam :D He rode on this thing 5 times. Then he became hyper-active LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so the holidays has officially started and I feel so pathetic for not feeling as thrilled as I expected ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went shopping with Tricia on Sunday at Cairnhill CC Flea Market. A few AHS Alumni set up stalls there. Got really good buys! I'm quite happy with what I got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today spent the afternoon with Ignyte Peeps, Sis Kim &amp;amp; Bro Morris (Albert!) doing Data Entry for Camp Ignormous. I was shouting and grabbing my hair when I accidentally deleted half of the info I had entered into the spreadsheet. Almost died when I realised what I had done. Thanks to Inez, she was pretty cool about it HAHA. This year's camp sounds really fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so my mum probably can't make it for MIT, and I wouldn't want to go overseas alone :/ So. I guess I could wait till next year or so to go (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm making a list on what to do this holidays. Let's see how much of that I accomplish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SwFfL09Z51I/AAAAAAAADt0/cAqvDNWithE/s400/db703f040df2b61a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404705684620699474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 206px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;Taking Chances - Celine Dion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You don't know about my past, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't have a future figured out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And maybe this is going too fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And maybe it's not meant to last,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But what do you say to taking chances,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you say to jumping off the edge?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never knowing if there's solid ground below&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or hand to hold, or hell to pay,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Won't this make a good graduation song? Haha. Dedicated to any Sec 4 that reads this. Life takes us down different paths, so leave your mark and create new roads! The only way we're going to do that is if we have faith :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9591381-196947781138641871?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/196947781138641871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=196947781138641871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/196947781138641871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/196947781138641871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2009/11/96-talk-to-me-talk-to-me-like-lovers-do.html' title='# 96 - Talk to me, talk to me, like lovers do.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SwAbL_udZiI/AAAAAAAADts/HPvKziGX8Dk/s72-c/Ka-cha!(1550).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-7441314466846383888</id><published>2009-11-13T15:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T15:12:19.129+02:00</updated><title type='text'># 95 - Say, say, say what you want.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sv_9Mi_GwCI/AAAAAAAADtU/w1sJ08Ghvq4/s1600-h/Ka-cha!(1541).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sv_9Mi_GwCI/AAAAAAAADtU/w1sJ08Ghvq4/s400/Ka-cha!(1541).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404316469859631138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sec 4 Class Boards!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good job to J, K, L. Super creative boards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am so happy. Number 1, O LEVELS ARE OVER. Number 2, I just spent the afternoon doing 2 of my favourite things: Drawing and listening to music. Number 3, I just realised that my Puma jacket looks awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m really glad. Now, all there’s left to do is convince my mum to let me paint my room, hopefully reopen the blogshop, Band farewell stuff, and prepare for my trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna say, that Sec 4s 09 may not have been the smartest, best-looking, most united or perfect batch, but we spent 4 years together and it must mean something. So I pray that everyone will have a great journey ahead in moving on (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9591381-7441314466846383888?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/7441314466846383888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=7441314466846383888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/7441314466846383888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/7441314466846383888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2009/11/95-say-say-say-what-you-want.html' title='# 95 - Say, say, say what you want.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sv_9Mi_GwCI/AAAAAAAADtU/w1sJ08Ghvq4/s72-c/Ka-cha!(1541).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-3902518205128288947</id><published>2009-11-12T14:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T15:12:06.615+02:00</updated><title type='text'># 94 - Somewhere underneath your skin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sv_6pv-P74I/AAAAAAAADtM/RNRqNHOXeco/s1600-h/img003.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sv_6pv-P74I/AAAAAAAADtM/RNRqNHOXeco/s400/img003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404313673027022722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really want to go for the Crisis Relief Humanitarian MIT this year. I think it’ll be such a new experience and it’ll be pretty meaningful, especially with the hurricanes and floods and earthquakes this year. But my mum says we may not have the money to go on the trip. We’re not broke, but its just may be too expensive. I wanted to go for the Ignyte Youth one to Thailand but if my mum wants to go then I’ll go with her instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humanitarian MIT to Indonesia is one day after my Vietnam trip. Then the India one is during Ignormous Camp. Argh. Why is everything clashing? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself I’d go for a Missions Trip this year and I hope it comes to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless those in crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Romans 12:21&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9591381-3902518205128288947?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/3902518205128288947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=3902518205128288947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/3902518205128288947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/3902518205128288947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2009/11/94-somewhere-underneath-your-skin.html' title='# 94 - Somewhere underneath your skin.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sv_6pv-P74I/AAAAAAAADtM/RNRqNHOXeco/s72-c/img003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-1990056196343733625</id><published>2009-11-11T12:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T15:11:53.645+02:00</updated><title type='text'># 93 - This Is It.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Rizvan, Tricia and I popping down to TM to catch This Is It on its last day of screening. Really need a few hours out, then go home to study better. I’ve been rotting at home. So, I hope the movie’s good! Looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more stinking days till the last paper people :DD I’m looking forward to the first Friday the 13th I’m gonna have where thousands of 16 (and 17) year olds all around Singapore grow wings and fly. Venus and the gang will be going to Nihon Mura (JAP FOOD FTW) and I can’t wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midnight hunger pangs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sv_bJjocxGI/AAAAAAAADtE/nUlGWUbPcqU/s1600-h/50118522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sv_bJjocxGI/AAAAAAAADtE/nUlGWUbPcqU/s400/50118522.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404279035098088546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Smooth Criminal, new and improved (Y)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Popcorn, Nachos and Coke in an interesting cup in hand, Rizvan, Tricia and I sat down to watch This Is It on its last day of screening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this old couple at the back talking super loudly in Chinese and someone in front shushed them super loudly haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could tell the movie was pretty much a rushed job. But it was quite entertaining, with a few hilarious bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10 THINGS I WOULD REMEMBER.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The set was amazing. The stage didn’t look real, plus the lighting and fireworks and flames and aerialists and trap doors and everything!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Michael is so cute with a lollipop (: How he could look so healthy, and then pass away just days later, I do not understand. He cracked jokes, and I found myself smiling &amp;amp; laughing at so many things in the movie. His child-like quality was so strong, especially when the director had to remind him to hold on to the cherry picker and not fall, or when he just innocently laughs at everything (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The music was great, of course. Man In the Mirror was totally touching, yes, I cried. ‘Cos he was doing all this talking about love and hope and, yeh. I think Tricia got the chills!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moonwalks+popping+Thriller, Smooth Criminal &amp;amp; Beat It dance moves, (Y). Its too bad they didn’t show Dangerous.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Orianthi and Faith Hill were great! Actually all his crew was amazing, and its cool how he actually hand-picks them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He was ‘sizzling’ and he can totally ‘feel’ the screen changing scene without looking at it. Yeah, and uh, he speaks Spanish!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All new things done for Thriller video, Smooth Criminal video, History teaser (THE GREEN SCREEN) and Earth Song video, genius!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stayed till the end for a bonus clip some people missed (neh-neh) which was funny. Haha!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The outfits, oh yes the outfits. SHINY GLITTER GALORE. Gawked at how each stud and sequin on the jackets were put on one by one, by hand. Rizvan thinks Lady Gaga stole that from him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;The concert was “All for love. L, O, V, E”. Love for our planet “starts with us. US. Or else it’ll never be done.” So, “God bless you.” Let’s now all flick our blessings all over each other!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Okay you may not understand everything if you didn’t watch the show. But, it was inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY OFF TO BIO. 2 more days.&lt;br /&gt;We can do this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9591381-1990056196343733625?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/1990056196343733625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=1990056196343733625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/1990056196343733625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/1990056196343733625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2009/11/93-this-is-it.html' title='# 93 - This Is It.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sv_bJjocxGI/AAAAAAAADtE/nUlGWUbPcqU/s72-c/50118522.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-1888094855397718178</id><published>2009-11-09T12:32:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T15:11:37.967+02:00</updated><title type='text'># 92 - Over your shoulder, so just turn around.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sv_ZjgmvhMI/AAAAAAAADs4/_bN8Pw50r7k/s1600-h/IMG_1387.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sv_ZjgmvhMI/AAAAAAAADs4/_bN8Pw50r7k/s400/IMG_1387.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404277281938965698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;(tār’ə-dĭd’l)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;A petty falsehood; a fib.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Silly pretentious speech or writing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;; twaddle.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Took a break from the books and gave my old DNT notebook a new look. Had some drying up gold acrylic paint in the drawer, so slopped that on the front cover and made the texture and holes using an old brush. A black crayon was used in an effort to cheat in making the word ‘taradiddle’ look like it was carved out of the paint :P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O Levels will be over in like 4 days! I can’t wait at all. After O’s my mum is so eager to get me working. She wants me to find some office job either at my Auntie or Cousin-in-law’s company. But I dread the thought of spending 9-5 every weekday doing God-knows-what. I don’t even know what to expect from the job. Maybe if I found out what their companies are about I’d be more keen about it. One thing’s sure, is that after O’s I’m gonna learn to play the guitar, learn songs on the piano, and draw &amp;amp; paint way too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few weeks been going through a bit of a struggle, ‘cos there’s been things I felt very strongly that I kept from the person in concern. I feel soooo apologetic for being quite childish and not seeing that there was another way around it. I’m glad its out in the open now and I hope I can say we are better friends now than we were before (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tomorrow, I don’t have to attend Chinese lessons ever, again.&lt;br /&gt;:D!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9591381-1888094855397718178?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/1888094855397718178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=1888094855397718178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/1888094855397718178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/1888094855397718178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2009/11/92-over-your-shoulder-so-just-turn.html' title='# 92 - Over your shoulder, so just turn around.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sv_ZjgmvhMI/AAAAAAAADs4/_bN8Pw50r7k/s72-c/IMG_1387.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-3966931133786747151</id><published>2009-10-20T10:45:00.011+03:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T12:27:22.904+02:00</updated><title type='text'># 91 - Hold on.</title><content type='html'>Barbara: &lt;i&gt;Michael, if this little boy (his son) says, "Daddy, I want to go on stage." After what you've been through?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Michael:&lt;/span&gt; I'd say, "Hold on, now. Hold on. If you do go that way, expect this...expect this...expect that." (counts on his fingers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Barbara: &lt;/span&gt;You'd lay it all out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Michael: &lt;/span&gt;I'd lay it all out. I'd say, "See you're gonna get all this, (points to one of the cameras) and all this (points to another camera) and all this (points to a third camera) You ready to do that?" "Yeah, I can't wait." Then I would say, "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Go...and do it better than I did.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/St1r2PN1RUI/AAAAAAAADsw/1OUv4ife7OY/s400/DSCN1904.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394586508201379138" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;And when the broken hearted people living in the world agree, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;there will be an answer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Let it be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;For though they may be parted there is still a chance that they will see, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;there will be an answer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Let it be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;- The Beatles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Halfway studying, do you ever feel so bored that you just stare into blank space? I lean back and stare at the ceiling and then I start seeing patterns on the walls and murals and drawings and stuff. I think it'll be so cool if I could think the paintings, and they'll just appear magically. Won't it! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm studying Humans today AND SS IS SO BORING. But its really important, 'cos its my only humans :/ Oh God please give me a sudden interest in SS. In senseless wars, in violent riots, in endless policies, in the concerns and hopes of the future. I'm kind of glad I don't take History, although I think ancient stuff and some important historical events are cool, but I don't wanna learn it for an exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hahaha I love reading Rick Warren's tweets!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;amp; I like reading what celebrities say, some are quite amusing. Paul McCartney asked a football player if he was famous 'cos he's seen him on Tv a few times, and the football player was like, what? Paul McCartney thinks the footballer is famous, when he himself is a knighted legend? Haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And Jennifer Love Hewitt, apparently a Twilight fan (-.-) says about Edward Cullen, "If you’re going to go, isn’t that the way to go? A hot guy, sucking on your neck?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And Mj said he wears one glove because "It's cooler than two."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Take it slow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Maybe we'll live and learn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Maybe we'll crash and burn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Maybe you'll stay, maybe you'll leave, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Maybe you'll return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Maybe another fight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Maybe we won't survive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;But maybe we'll grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;We never know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Baby, you and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Ordinary People - John Legend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/9591381-3966931133786747151?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/3966931133786747151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=3966931133786747151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/3966931133786747151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/3966931133786747151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2009/10/91-hold-on.html' title='# 91 - Hold on.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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/_oV2U4BK_6po/St1r2PN1RUI/AAAAAAAADsw/1OUv4ife7OY/s72-c/DSCN1904.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-5235008254873764212</id><published>2009-10-15T09:01:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T15:55:46.765+03:00</updated><title type='text'># 90 - Heaven's address.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/StmCllUZTtI/AAAAAAAADrk/NBdntEi8yN8/s1600-h/Ka-cha!(1517).jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/StmCllUZTtI/AAAAAAAADrk/NBdntEi8yN8/s400/Ka-cha!(1517).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393485610937306834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/StWiW2SNa1I/AAAAAAAADrQ/FGXjPqHLtWQ/s1600-h/DSCN1960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/StWiW2SNa1I/AAAAAAAADrQ/FGXjPqHLtWQ/s400/DSCN1960.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392394642258750290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;"Armless men connected to a pole in a line forced to play soccer for all of eternity?! Hello, human rights violation much?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;- Phoebe from Friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is so cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bought a mini table soccer set from Salvation Army. Its reaaaalllyyyyy mini. Really. really. mini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/StchhbrDMAI/AAAAAAAADrY/Ptek4TJXj8Y/s400/Ka-cha!(1289).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392815937047179266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Graduation Day was today! Came to school, asked questions about Chem (thank you Ms Hafizah, although you're not my teacher!), did a bit of work, went for prize-giving rehearsal (I'm still like, OMG I WON STH?!), then settled down for the actual thing. Wow, 4 years went past like that. I'm gna miss alot of people! Seeing my mum there was great too, 'cos she's being really supportive of anything I do :D Hahaha Venus and I bopped up and down to Man In the Mirror, and then we went down to eatttttttttt! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you for the Kinder Bueno Mummy, you know how much I like that. Yeah well there was no actual prize for top in subjects, but I'm really happy that the school gives incentives to all students for their personal achievements. Like, you are not rewarded for being the top, you're just rewarded for doing well. Congrats to Ya Wei, omg you amaze me. And Amanda, our Valedictorian (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love 4G! Miss Trina's really cute, and thumbs up to the guys for their Hitler salute. Oh yes, and Shang Bo and Sheng Yong's sudden intrusion. Brought a lot of laughter. Plus, today was when I saw the Sec 4s at their most enthusiastic. The school song was finally decently sung!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lots of luck and love to Sec 4 09, study hard and do well for O's. Thank you for all the memories, good and bad, 'cos they're still awesome no matter what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6tOUuLj7wh0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6tOUuLj7wh0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Note to God - Charice Pempengco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;If I wrote a note to God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;I would speak whats in my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;I'd ask for all the hate to be swept away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;For love to overflow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;If I wrote a note to God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;I'd pour my heart out on each page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;I'd ask for war to end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;For peace to mend this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;I'd say, I'd say, I'd say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;If I wrote a note to God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;I would say what on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;I'd ask for wisdom to let compassion rule this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;Until these times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;If I wrote a note to God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;I'd say please help us find our way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;End all the bitterness, put some tenderness in our hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;And I'd say, I'd say, I'd say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Give us the strength to make it through&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Help us find love cause love is overdue&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And it looks like we haven't got a clue&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Need some help from You&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Grant us the faith to carry on&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Give us hope when it seems all hope is gone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cause it seems like so much is goin wrong&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;On this road we're on&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a talented 15 year old!&lt;div&gt;Love the song to bits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/th6Njr-qkq0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/th6Njr-qkq0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;99 Balloons for baby Eliot.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"At your funeral, we released 99 balloons, each balloon representing a day of your life. How beautiful was it to watch, how quickly they were gone. And so today, we celebrate."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You talk about life, you talk about death,&lt;br /&gt;And everything in between,&lt;br /&gt;Like it's nothing, and the words are easy.&lt;br /&gt;You talk about me, and you talk about you,&lt;br /&gt;And everything I do,&lt;br /&gt;Like it's something, that needs repeating.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need an alibi or for you to realize,&lt;br /&gt;The things we left unsaid,&lt;br /&gt;Are only taking space up in our head.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- My Interpretation by Mika&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;How can this be I just don't get it.&lt;/i&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/9591381-5235008254873764212?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/5235008254873764212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=5235008254873764212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/5235008254873764212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/5235008254873764212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2009/10/90-heavens-address.html' title='# 90 - Heaven&apos;s address.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/StmCllUZTtI/AAAAAAAADrk/NBdntEi8yN8/s72-c/Ka-cha!(1517).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-7363295286578398067</id><published>2009-10-06T07:42:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T06:42:23.518+03:00</updated><title type='text'># 89 - Things we forget.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Ss1ejLYTrbI/AAAAAAAADrI/wK4jtsDAHZA/s1600-h/colours_shine_for_you_by_PotatoBeenz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Ss1ejLYTrbI/AAAAAAAADrI/wK4jtsDAHZA/s400/colours_shine_for_you_by_PotatoBeenz.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390068287475527090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stars - David Crowder Band&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;You should see the stars tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;How they shimmer shine so bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Against the black they look so white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Comin down from such a height&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;To reach me now, reach me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You should see the moon in the flight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cuttin cross the misty night&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Softly dancin in sunshine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reflections of this light&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reach me now, You reach me now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;And how could such a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Shine its light on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;And make everything beautiful again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;And you should feel the sun in the spring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;Comin out after a rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;Suddenly all is green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;Sunshine on everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;I can feel it now, I feel You now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;And you should hear the angels sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;All gathered round their King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;More beautiful than you could dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;I've been quietly listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;You can hear 'em now, I hear 'em now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;And how could such a King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;Shine His light on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;And make everything beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;And I wanna shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;I wanna be light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;I wanna tell you it'll be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And I wanna shine and I wanna fly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;Just to tell you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;It'll be alright, it'll be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;It'll be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Cus I got nothing of my own to give to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;But this light that shines on me shines on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;And makes everything beautiful, again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;It'll be alright, it'll be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The person who runs thingsweforget.blogspot.com is genius! Really good art skills, and a really good heart. Saw one of the post-its pictures on Vivien's blog. Vivien's blog's one is "&lt;b&gt;Pursue Your Passion&lt;/b&gt;", which like Vivien said, is something I would definitely do after O's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He/she writes meaningful things on post-its, and then pastes them around Singapore. Its like, the world is his/her notebook and template to inspire. Awesome! Below are those that really spoke to me, hope they speak to you too! Or, you could visit the website and see all of post-its and where he/she pastes them.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Ssr6x5Et8wI/AAAAAAAADq4/5-A2vliFhQo/s1600-h/seriousfun.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Ssr6x5Et8wI/AAAAAAAADq4/5-A2vliFhQo/s400/seriousfun.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389395639143363330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Ssr6xIBLRYI/AAAAAAAADqw/vHIrX5Dowh8/s1600-h/experimentmore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Ssr6xIBLRYI/AAAAAAAADqw/vHIrX5Dowh8/s400/experimentmore.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389395625975170434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay at first I got a shock at this at first 'cos it said "Experiment More" and those looked like condoms! HAHA. But then I figured they were test-tubes. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Ssr6woJYKQI/AAAAAAAADqo/9Iul60EQx-M/s1600-h/challengestatus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Ssr6woJYKQI/AAAAAAAADqo/9Iul60EQx-M/s400/challengestatus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389395617419634946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SsrLZdRVVtI/AAAAAAAADqY/TocXL3NYNp4/s400/haveasongonur.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389343542316717778" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SsrLZkxFGEI/AAAAAAAADqg/n6dRjyUqDXA/s1600-h/treaturbodywith.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SsrLZkxFGEI/AAAAAAAADqg/n6dRjyUqDXA/s400/treaturbodywith.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389343544328919106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SsrLD5H7SBI/AAAAAAAADqQ/d33KrE0zdGw/s1600-h/buildbridgesno.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SsrLD5H7SBI/AAAAAAAADqQ/d33KrE0zdGw/s400/buildbridgesno.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389343171836332050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SsrLDcwrA7I/AAAAAAAADqI/gSTDm4iVIUE/s1600-h/bethevoiceof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 393px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SsrLDcwrA7I/AAAAAAAADqI/gSTDm4iVIUE/s400/bethevoiceof.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389343164222604210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 394px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SsrLCyFuzbI/AAAAAAAADqA/mDjC4_ODXfU/s400/bethechangeu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389343152768208306" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 392px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SsrLCYT35KI/AAAAAAAADp4/hWB4rQRgi38/s400/askwhatucando.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389343145848202402" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SsrLB9ovmrI/AAAAAAAADpw/7ojg5JtOJZI/s1600-h/aimforawesome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 392px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SsrLB9ovmrI/AAAAAAAADpw/7ojg5JtOJZI/s400/aimforawesome.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389343138687982258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, this is something for Marc, haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;OKAY I KNOW. Off to study now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Life is precious, because death is inevitable. So we should not be afraid to live, nor be afraid to die.&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/9591381-7363295286578398067?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/7363295286578398067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=7363295286578398067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/7363295286578398067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/7363295286578398067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2009/10/89-things-we-forget.html' title='# 89 - Things we forget.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Ss1ejLYTrbI/AAAAAAAADrI/wK4jtsDAHZA/s72-c/colours_shine_for_you_by_PotatoBeenz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-3167705350159753826</id><published>2009-10-04T12:21:00.016+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T17:05:06.892+03:00</updated><title type='text'># 88 - It's a jungle out there.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Ssh3UP8jDhI/AAAAAAAADpY/R8MFKLrcOFg/s1600-h/Ka-cha!(1441).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Ssh3UP8jDhI/AAAAAAAADpY/R8MFKLrcOFg/s400/Ka-cha!(1441).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388688143910374930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SshyzdLaV7I/AAAAAAAADow/CevSAvZHOA0/s1600-h/Ka-cha!(1439).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SshyzdLaV7I/AAAAAAAADow/CevSAvZHOA0/s400/Ka-cha!(1439).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388683182480185266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This verse encouraged me alot (: Thank you Eunice, for sharing it. I put it up on my shelf to remind myself to always do my best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I SHALL GO JOGGING TOMORROW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;V, I hope you're feeling better. Felt as if you were kind of moody on Friday. I don't know what happened, although I pray to God its got nothing to do with me. I hope you're alright and yeah, I'm always all ears, and you know that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SshvkCYmf_I/AAAAAAAADmo/D9BDyd-73ww/s1600-h/Ka-cha!(1484).jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SshvkCYmf_I/AAAAAAAADmo/D9BDyd-73ww/s400/Ka-cha!(1484).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388679619054829554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sshvj4ugLMI/AAAAAAAADmg/p8y-Ei3544Y/s1600-h/Ka-cha!(1483).jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sshvj4ugLMI/AAAAAAAADmg/p8y-Ei3544Y/s400/Ka-cha!(1483).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388679616462335170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sshvku1gsDI/AAAAAAAADmw/do7DRcYOxmI/s400/Ka-cha!(1486).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388679630987243570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rachel Teh said I looked really South American-ish. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This top was a really good buy (: Rachel Y said so too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Service today was great. Felt really encouraged to  go all out for O's. Thought a lot about stuff which have been affecting me a lot. And I think, well, things can't be that bad. I've always been a positive person, so that's a good thing right? I think we have to see the bad, but also see the good. And if possible, see the good in the bad. Wtv, just be positive :D We can be confident in Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some overdue photos to get them out here so I won't be thinking about them anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sshy0ss5_JI/AAAAAAAADpA/RedLGuRexoI/s1600-h/Ka-cha!(1454).jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sshy0ss5_JI/AAAAAAAADpA/RedLGuRexoI/s400/Ka-cha!(1454).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388683203827072146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Giant moth on church window. It was on the outside and it stayed there for really long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sshy0EL5n9I/AAAAAAAADo4/a9jJt_EYPFo/s1600-h/Ka-cha!(1444).jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sshy0EL5n9I/AAAAAAAADo4/a9jJt_EYPFo/s400/Ka-cha!(1444).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388683192951218130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SshyygUEUcI/AAAAAAAADog/i7MXPQgSSzo/s400/Ka-cha!(1419).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388683166141927874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SshyzMtbAsI/AAAAAAAADoo/lWAxrF77Cw4/s1600-h/Ka-cha!(1420).jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SshyzMtbAsI/AAAAAAAADoo/lWAxrF77Cw4/s400/Ka-cha!(1420).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388683178059432642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Student Council Investiture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sshx7MsIVuI/AAAAAAAADoY/DF67J8t840g/s1600-h/Ka-cha!(1425).jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sshx7MsIVuI/AAAAAAAADoY/DF67J8t840g/s400/Ka-cha!(1425).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388682215981340386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The day we became karang gunis :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SshvllAob1I/AAAAAAAADnA/WRkmMA-hOu0/s1600-h/Ka-cha!(1443).jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SshvllAob1I/AAAAAAAADnA/WRkmMA-hOu0/s400/Ka-cha!(1443).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388679645529403218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sec 4 09's trees!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SshvlOtVBzI/AAAAAAAADm4/FWIUAkhV8yo/s1600-h/Ka-cha!(1468).jpg" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SshvlOtVBzI/AAAAAAAADm4/FWIUAkhV8yo/s400/Ka-cha!(1468).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388679639542859570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The pretty Belle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SshzymZvkvI/AAAAAAAADpI/96hT6qXSc1s/s400/Ka-cha!(1459).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388684267287974642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the crazily adorable Mesha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SshzyxBjuUI/AAAAAAAADpQ/VE69Z9fQhjc/s400/Ka-cha!(1409).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388684270139324738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tricia's dogs. Hahahaha so cute riiiiggghhhht!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever felt so strongly, that you wanted to be involved in sth, but apparently someone decides that you shouldn't be? It doesn't feel very good. Or maybe, its just a spontaneous thing that somehow got into my system and is like this really annoying stabbing feeling. Ah, Idk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Study hard, and stay happy alright?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suddenly started singing Tong2 Hua4, and thought of Chiang Rai!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Ssh5oIoL0xI/AAAAAAAADpo/XreJ2lqAFGc/s400/025af094f66f666c84704dfba57d9c8e.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388690684566557458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;We will seek Your face Almighty God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Turn and pray for You to heal our land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Father let revival start in us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Then every heart will know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Your kingdom come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Lifting up the name of the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;In power and in unity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;We will see the nations turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Touching heaven changing earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Touching heaven changing earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pray for those in disaster. Read an article about a woman who watched her students die one by one while they were trapped in the rubble. Another lost her children. She doesn't agree with God taking her children away, but she is grateful for the time spent with them. Where does one get that much faith? All you can do is admire them. Hopefully I could imitate their strength someday.&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/9591381-3167705350159753826?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/3167705350159753826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=3167705350159753826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/3167705350159753826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/3167705350159753826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2009/10/88-its-jungle-out-there.html' title='# 88 - It&apos;s a jungle out there.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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/_oV2U4BK_6po/Ssh3UP8jDhI/AAAAAAAADpY/R8MFKLrcOFg/s72-c/Ka-cha!(1441).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-5310485853793816753</id><published>2009-10-02T17:03:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T17:18:49.209+03:00</updated><title type='text'># 87 - Teenage dreams in a teenage circus.</title><content type='html'>No pictures today. Not really in the mood. I feel really sleepy, so will plop to bed and wake up early to study tmr. And, I'm feeling kind of dry. And kind of stressed up. My gum on the right hurts like crazy, and I'm getting the same headaches I got during Mid-years and Pre-lims. Its a stupid manifestation of stress. I need to de-stress. I TGIF, 'cos it means that the study leave has officially started! I'm going to go sleep soon, gonna take me some time to fall asleep 'cos I have alot on my mind and also, the headache is prevalent. God, give me strength!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last few days had mock exam everyday. Not exactly super tiring, just super annoying 'cos the teachers don't exactly mark, and it just seems like a waste of time. Yeh it helps those who really need the atmosphere of the exams, and those who probably can't study without supervision. But for me and many others, we'd rather take our studies into our own hands right now. I mean, its in a mere 3 weeks. Its limited what the school can do. Its up to the student to find out what's wrong and then seek help. However, I am grateful for the intention and I salute the dedicated teachers who are working hard to help the weaker students and are (almost) always there to answer our many questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last day in school today, aw man, I think I'm gna miss a lot of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can think and think and think, but almost all of the time, your feelings are what you should listen to. The heart truly can beat the head. I reallyyyyy pray hard I learn to grasp that concept. Creativity doesn't think. It just deliberates, and then it lets the idea fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I adore sleep. I look at the paintbrushes in my room and I can't wait to pick them up again. Maybe I'll open my blogshop after O's. Idk. And start painting new fabrics, not only cotton shoes. Should I paint my room? Sounds fun. Okay eyes closing goodnight peeps.&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/9591381-5310485853793816753?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/5310485853793816753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=5310485853793816753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/5310485853793816753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/5310485853793816753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2009/10/87-teenage-dreams-in-teenage-circus.html' title='# 87 - Teenage dreams in a teenage circus.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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-9591381.post-3435040173203394144</id><published>2009-09-27T11:12:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T12:18:36.250+03:00</updated><title type='text'># 86 - Rainbows have nothing to hide.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sr8gzKMvfII/AAAAAAAADmI/CqT8tGRoOB0/s1600-h/True_colours__by_Iced_Chocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386059742641618050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sr8gzKMvfII/AAAAAAAADmI/CqT8tGRoOB0/s400/True_colours__by_Iced_Chocolate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;True Colours - Cyndi Lauper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You with the sad eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Don't be discouraged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh I realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's hard to take courage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;In a world full of people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You can lose sight of it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And the darkness inside you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Can make you feel so small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Show me a smile then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Don't be unhappy, can't remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;When I last saw you laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;If this world makes you crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;And you've taken all you can bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;You call me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Because you know I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;But I see your true colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Shining through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I see your true colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;And that's why I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So don't be afraid to let them show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Your true colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;True colors are beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Like a rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The loveliest songs have the simplest lyrics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386111644047223378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sr9QAOAHqlI/AAAAAAAADmQ/shxRs8668eA/s400/ellie%27s+bday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;The day of cotton candy and River Island :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F1 Rocks is on Tv, I really like Gwen Stefani and Beyonce's voices. No Doubt looks like a really cool band to be in (: Beyonce stole the show, seriously. Her dance moves, her facial expressions, her energy, undoubtly professional and purely talent. I'm really glad Singapore has got a chance to host the big names in the music world and also those in racing. Somehow I feel last year's night race was more dramatic, but this year was more well-planned. Singapore was a trending topic on Twitter for a few days, which was pretty cool. There were good and bad reasons, like Singapore's beautiful night city line, and also our boring track (?). The twists and bends in the track were nice. The yes, Singapore looks awesome at night. I'm not that big a fan of Formula 1, but since Singapore's gonna be hosting the world's only night race for the next few years to come, I think I should take some pride in it! Go Singapore (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaded Glorify for the second time yesterday (: I love Bro Rob &amp;amp; Tehhhh. Happy belated birthday Amos! Serving today was fun, wore ties and shawls :D Alicia has a cool Mj top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386321237137309410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SsAOoJG2PuI/AAAAAAAADmY/E_3fWhwPlsA/s400/2039503.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Typhoon Ondoy in Philippines, pray for them. Sometimes I think I want to help in someway but I don't have the means. Its only in times of dire straits that people pull together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna get the chance to go on a Missions Impact Trip this year. Really wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not giving my 100% for O's just yet. Now only about 50%? I just think I can do more. Argh. Every night I go to bed telling myself, tomorrow I will study more. And then tomorrow comes, and the same things happen. Then I go to bed saying the same thing again, praying really really hard that I will not be an idiot again, but then I do that again. I should concentrate manz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST 4 MORE WEEKS OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, the box beside the words "Never let me go", "Hopelessly breathless" and "So happy together" are supposed to be the peace sign. The circle with the 4 lines extending from the middle one. But then it can only be seen in Mac! Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9591381-3435040173203394144?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/3435040173203394144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=3435040173203394144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/3435040173203394144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/3435040173203394144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2009/09/86-rainbows-have-nothing-to-hide.html' title='# 86 - Rainbows have nothing to hide.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sr8gzKMvfII/AAAAAAAADmI/CqT8tGRoOB0/s72-c/True_colours__by_Iced_Chocolate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-1565080004979958540</id><published>2009-09-25T17:02:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T16:01:17.815+03:00</updated><title type='text'># 85 - Are ya gonna make a change?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SrzTVPczvbI/AAAAAAAADmA/VO92Fsf6pPY/s1600-h/Mooncake_by_lucklessprince.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SrzTVPczvbI/AAAAAAAADmA/VO92Fsf6pPY/s400/Mooncake_by_lucklessprince.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385411616306347442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Mid(Summer Night's Dream!) celebrations in school today were really awesome. I'm glad I decided to go. The performances in the beginning didn't have a single boring moment, to me at least. Probably because I had really great friends around me! There were gr8 CD guys dancing, Dr Boon + teacher's band performance, Sec 1 Dizi performance (the cute teacher, HAHA), Rachel Chua (PE shirt, FBTs &amp;amp; high heels?) &amp;amp; Shawn Tok singing &amp;amp; Edbert doing Mj. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tricia was busy caring about her pretty lantern, Venus and Pamela caught the dance fever, and I was pretty much just joining in when I could in different things. I love AHS at night, idk, the atmosphere just brings back memories of late night meetings and camps, and night games (I LOVE NIGHT GAMES). (: The dark field and the lanterns looking like they're floating around, Emmaus' ultra cool laser, frolicking around in the creepy darkness of the DNT area. Gonna miss it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week sitting in 4G coming up before I go for study break. It seems really surreal, like everything's going to end soon! I can't say I'm not excited to move on to next year, but I guess I have become very accustomed to the ways as an Anglican High student. You know, the morning assembly music, the usual teachers going up for announcements, your usual boring Chinese/Lit/Phy/Bio/Chem/Math teachers babbling on about something you can't understand, the Eagles' Nest, the Com Labs, the Band Room (D:), eating with the usuals in the canteen, the Music &amp;amp; CD &amp;amp; ACC &amp;amp; Art &amp;amp; DNT &amp;amp; Home Ec lessons in Sec 2, the stuffy, smelly toilets, the Cool Creme store, the photocopying auntie ((:), the canteen aunties and uncles, escaping from the D-Comm, the councillors on duty, the Science Labs, the nice library, complaining with your friends about the unfairness of, like, EVERYTHING, the Indoor Stadiumssssss, the Clock Tower, zao3 cao1!, walking and laughing down the corridors, looking at the sturdy brick walls and invoking cross on All Saints' Church, Devotion, Expression, funny speeches, and I can go on forever. Yeh, it gets boring and I really want to start doing something new, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't miss all of this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, yehp. I wish I can go for Prom. Looks like there's quite a small chance the date is gonna be changed. Very disappointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="390" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F6I-C_luC58&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F6I-C_luC58&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="390" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="390" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cj8P-82anNo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cj8P-82anNo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="390" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Relive the awesome performance at the celebration today, but these videos are not including the crazy feet, moonwalks and locking the CD guys did! This was most probably just their template.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ogays, study hard!&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/9591381-1565080004979958540?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/1565080004979958540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=1565080004979958540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/1565080004979958540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/1565080004979958540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2009/09/85-are-ya-gonna-make-change.html' title='# 85 - Are ya gonna make a change?'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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/_oV2U4BK_6po/SrzTVPczvbI/AAAAAAAADmA/VO92Fsf6pPY/s72-c/Mooncake_by_lucklessprince.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-588570818228346983</id><published>2009-09-23T15:21:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T03:19:59.805+03:00</updated><title type='text'># 84 - I cannot wait any longer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Srln1mJGH9I/AAAAAAAADl4/FFIZWUmS754/s1600-h/2008-06-04-FruitsOfSpirit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384448999967563730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 556px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Srln1mJGH9I/AAAAAAAADl4/FFIZWUmS754/s400/2008-06-04-FruitsOfSpirit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Galatians 5:6,22-23 (New International Version)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;"...The only thing that counts is faith expressing itself through love... But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;HAHA THE COMIC ABOVE IS FUNNY. Holy Vegetables!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I seriously cannot wait for O Levels to be over. So many things on my mind that I want to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Looking forward to watching Singapore Idol today, and Antm tmr. I am starting to limit my time on the com and Tv, so, wish me much luck. Going to try out Tricia's way of pasting post-its around to remind me to study LOL. Maybe I'll make a giant signboard :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite irritated, quite worried, quite confused, all about quite a number of things at the same time. I realised that I like to questions things a lot to find the reasons and truths behind them, and I often end up wondering if all this wondering is actually necessary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teri got a message that on this day, God wants her to know&lt;br /&gt;that it's time you remembered who you really are.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are not your wallet, your job, your kids, your house. You are not your activities or your worries or the labels other people give you. Like an actor you play these roles, and like a good actor you sometimes forget who you really are.&lt;/em&gt; Time to wake up now&lt;em&gt;, and remember that you are a being of immense power and breathtaking beauty created in the image of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have I mentioned how much I love Kris (topher Neil!) Allen's new single, Live Like We're Dyin'? The chorus rocks. Its so different from his usual style, probably also because the song was written by The Script. But I think he did an awesome job in that single :D Some people say its so fast he can sing nonsense and people who have never heard the song won't know, lol. "We only got 86 400 seconds in a day to turn it all around or throw it all away. We gotta tell 'em that we love 'em while we got the chance to say. Gotta live like we're dying!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Celebrated Ellie's bday on Sat @ City Hall. Had quite a lot of fun. Took some crazy photos, and I realised that I really like River Island. I like the clothes and shoes, I don't like the price tag. Hahaha. I miss cotton candy, glad I got to eat it! Thanks for the night out guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Still bothered that Prom may most likely be during Ignyte Camp, ah shucks, I wanna go for both real badly! Seriously excited that Ignyte Camp this year may contain both youth services from both centres, meaning quite a huge number of people! So, please! They can-not clash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Service on Sunday was extremely different. I can't remember the last time I felt the way I did today. I must say I did a great deal of letting go and accepting at the same time. Idk what else there is to come, but I think the rest of the year is gonna be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A holiday on Monday was refreshing, TGFH (Thank God for holidays). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The P E A C E Plan is an initiative begun by Saddleback&lt;br /&gt;Church in Lake Forest, California. Senior pastor Rick Warren's stated intention&lt;br /&gt;in launching the P E A C E (or PEACE) Plan is to involve every Christian and&lt;br /&gt;every church in every nation in the task of serving people in the areas of the&lt;br /&gt;greatest global needs. The tag-line is 'Ordinary people empowered by God making&lt;br /&gt;a difference together wherever they are'. P E A C E is an acronym for the stated&lt;br /&gt;methodology for achieving the plan: "Promote reconciliation - Equip servant&lt;br /&gt;leaders - Assist the poor - Care for the sick - Educate the next generation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never heard of this before. Sounds really cool.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ogays I haven't taken pictures in a million years ):&lt;br /&gt;O LEVELS. I AM NOT AFRAID OF YOU.&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe just a little bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;STUDY HARD. &lt;strong&gt;You snooze, you lose.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But always remember to take a break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9591381-588570818228346983?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/588570818228346983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=588570818228346983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/588570818228346983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/588570818228346983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2009/09/84-i-cannot-wait-any-longer.html' title='# 84 - I cannot wait any longer.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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/_oV2U4BK_6po/Srln1mJGH9I/AAAAAAAADl4/FFIZWUmS754/s72-c/2008-06-04-FruitsOfSpirit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-23350579988040697</id><published>2009-09-18T15:07:00.012+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T19:12:25.155+03:00</updated><title type='text'># 83 - Lift me up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SrN6YKqruDI/AAAAAAAADlg/cgeiQfqlLZo/s1600-h/Ka-cha!(088).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SrN6YKqruDI/AAAAAAAADlg/cgeiQfqlLZo/s400/Ka-cha!(088).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382780535236704306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Elizabeth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for being a great friend these past 4 years. In band and out of band, you're always the one to make me laugh and make me feel accepted. I hope that you enjoy your birthday, God bless, and all the bestttt. Oh, and it was fun doing the weird song thing during Pizza Hut lunch today :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got back my results yesterday, no not less than 10 haha. But I'm glad I'm getting my study break, so, :D!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Rick Warren's twitter: &lt;i&gt;"When anything becomes popular w/mass market,cool people findit uncool &amp;amp;look4 something new"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;A hundred percent agreed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A cool way of looking at things: "&lt;i&gt;We are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having a human experience." - Pierre Teilhard de Chardin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Newspaper collecting today was (Y). Pretty fun, and glad to see the classes and the whole cohort being involved. My fingers were black after everything and I felt like sleeping in the humidity, but it was fun, really. Thank you, Ms Trina, for the bubble tea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch @ Pizza Hut with Mingli, Debra, Ellie &amp;amp; Charis. Really fun watching them do funny things, hahahahaha. Sorry was a bit sleepy so I stoned most of the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope Prom isn't on 15 Dec, I can't make it then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something annoyed me today. I shouldn't let it get to me, but it just does! I can't get it out of my system. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jim Lewis and Jim Springe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;r&lt;/b&gt; were twins separated at birth. They were brought together as part of a University of Minnesota study on identical twins who had been separated at birth. They realised, out of extreme coincidence or maybe something more, that they had both married and divorced women named Linda, married second wives named Betty and named their first sons James Allan and James Alan respectively. They both drove Chevrolets of the same model and shade of blue, smoked the same brand of cigarettes and built identical benches around their own backyards out of a shared passion for woodworking. They both had recurring headaches at the same time of the day and had dogs named Toy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That, is freaky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I'm a nerd who likes reading books on unexplained scary facts and ancient civilisations. I've been doing it since I was young, haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started reading a book on WWII in Singapore, almost cried in the bus reading it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I selfish to say, that I hate it when people keep things from me? I'm sorry, that sounds really selfish and horrible, but sometimes it really makes me feel kind of irritated. Okay I'm just saying. It doesn't bother me that much, just that it annoys me at that instant. Haha, look, the emotion's gone now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SrN_UmD30cI/AAAAAAAADlo/zqv-5a8ySZ8/s400/n531820689_1022222_9149.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382785971428774338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone's smile here looks so awesome right! Its like candid, but we all look so great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think we were just so super relieved that the dance thing was over lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most band peeps don't exactly dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="390" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R12QVtuB0_Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R12QVtuB0_Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="390" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="390" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xIoSTbPt_PI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xIoSTbPt_PI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="390" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thank you to Jian Le for putting the videos in Facebook! In both videos, all the people on stage are the same guy. At first I was like, wth, these are quintuplets/sextuplets! Then, no, ITS THE SAME PERSON :D He's called Sam Tsui. The arrangement of the first video was done by Kurt Schneider.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Why isn't he famous? The first note they (he, I mean) sang was enough to make me gawk.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Search: KurtHugoSchneider&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="390" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7GU0wSQuu7M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7GU0wSQuu7M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="390" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="390" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KdOP1ucXPQ0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KdOP1ucXPQ0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="390" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;This guy is Kurt, music producer and film maker. Listen to what he says at the end, made me laugh. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Great talent just smacked me in the face.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SrR2r3nf9vI/AAAAAAAADlw/hP_4vId9BVc/s400/Taylor-Swift-b08.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383057950650660594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;So we've been outnumbered, raided and now cornered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;It's hard to fight when the fight ain't fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;We're getting stronger now from things they never found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;They might be bigger but we're faster and never scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;You can walk away and say we don't need this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;But there's something in your eyes says we can beat this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;'Cause these things will change, can you feel it now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;These walls that they put up to hold us back will fall down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;It's a revolution, the time will come for us to finally win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;We'll sing hallelujah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;We'll sing hallelujah! Oh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Change by Taylor Swift&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(who is unbelievably beautiful!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9591381-23350579988040697?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/23350579988040697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=23350579988040697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/23350579988040697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/23350579988040697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2009/09/83-lift-me-up.html' title='# 83 - Lift me up.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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/_oV2U4BK_6po/SrN6YKqruDI/AAAAAAAADlg/cgeiQfqlLZo/s72-c/Ka-cha!(088).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-4652992026253173286</id><published>2009-09-16T03:20:00.009+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T16:46:42.720+03:00</updated><title type='text'># 82 - In the promise of another tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SrAwP5kDXlI/AAAAAAAADlQ/9b4ECy1Klq0/s1600-h/Sunday_walk_by_correiae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381854604415950418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SrAwP5kDXlI/AAAAAAAADlQ/9b4ECy1Klq0/s400/Sunday_walk_by_correiae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;And they tell me/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A man should be faithful/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And walk when not able/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I'm only human.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Will You Be There by Michael Jackson &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Xiao Hui messaged me really nice quotes yesterday, and I really liked this one: "Nobody trips over mountains. It is the small pebbles that cause people to stumble. Pass all the pebbles in your path and you will find that you have crossed the mountain." It really encouraged me 'cos O's seems like this huge thing to overcome but if I would just take it a step at a time and just keep up, I can conquer it (: So I passed the message on to others. Share the love, you know, HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay peeps my L1R5 is officially over 10, meaning, no study break ): Feeling a little regretful, but then again, there's no use crying over spilt milk. I just find it really hard to get down to cramming and mugging. But I still gotta do it right. So, do pray for me and wish me luck okay, 'cos IT WILL BE OVER SOON. Can't wait for then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;^ Above, that's what I wrote earlier this morning. In the afternoon talked to Mr Yow, asked about the study break thing. Got to see my L1R5 and omg, it was below 10. Im-po-ssi-ble. Sth wrong with the calculations. The ultimate best I can get is 10, not below. But if its because of moderation then I can get better, then I'll gladly take it. Haha, alot of people that knew their results very surprised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;42nd Student Council Investiture 16 Sept 2009, it marks the end of Sec 4 '09's journey in AHS SC. Thank you SC, for the memories and the experiences. My life in Anglican High wouldn't be complete without you. I hope SC will thrive and improve year after year and the passion will burn strong, all the best! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Kanye West interrupting Taylor Swift thing is so weird. It seems a little bit fake, like it was staged. But if it wasn't, then Kanye's being an idiot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SrDr-VPWlEI/AAAAAAAADlY/u5IrVaJw4mE/s400/lady+gaga.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382061010793698370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;She makes your jaw drop, literally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Will post about CIP after Friday. Oh, and did flyer distribution to notify about us collecting newspapers today, Wayne, Venus, Yvonne and I were super happy and shocked to see that the block we were assigned had very little units, and is the collection point :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm feeling a little bit bad about sth, idk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mixed emotions on the bus today, and sometimes, I think too much. Or, is it just that I've realised sth I've never thought about? And the thought scares me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Stop existing and start living, ?.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall &lt;strong&gt;trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword?&lt;/strong&gt; As it is written: ‘For your sake we face death all day long; we are considered as sheep to be slaughtered.' No, in all these things we are &lt;strong&gt;more than conquerors&lt;/strong&gt; through Him who loved us. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Romans 8:35-39&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/9591381-4652992026253173286?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/4652992026253173286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=4652992026253173286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/4652992026253173286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/4652992026253173286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2009/09/82-in-promise-of-another-tomorrow.html' title='# 82 - In the promise of another tomorrow.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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/_oV2U4BK_6po/SrAwP5kDXlI/AAAAAAAADlQ/9b4ECy1Klq0/s72-c/Sunday_walk_by_correiae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-5533040139831659761</id><published>2009-09-11T15:11:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T15:42:03.306+03:00</updated><title type='text'># 81 - Remember.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sqo-eo7ayjI/AAAAAAAADlA/YVPTF3K05X0/s1600-h/9-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sqo-eo7ayjI/AAAAAAAADlA/YVPTF3K05X0/s400/9-11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380181400951114290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Phantom Towers"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;In remembrance of those lost by tragedy and by courage.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;Wisdom is better than weapons of war,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;but one sinner destroys much good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;Ecclesiastes 9:18 (New International Version)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt; A witness described being unable to "get away from faces of innocent victims who were killed. Their pictures are everywhere, on phone booths, street lights, walls of subway stations. Everything reminded me of a huge funeral, people quiet and sad, but also very nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Before, New York gave me a cold feeling; now people were reaching out to help each other.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sometimes, appreciation comes with loss.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Venus reminded me of 9-11 today. I can't believe it was 8 years ago! I feel a need to pay a tribute to the incident 8 years ago. I remember being in Primary 2, and watching it on Tv. I didn't sense the tragedy or the intensity of the attacks, and although it struck me, I didn't bother much about it. I knew people died and that the terrorists have to be caught, but other than that, I knew nothing else. Thinking back, 9-11 took the world by storm. Remember 9-11, and in old Nazi fashion, may we all echo, "Never again."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm suddenly reminded of the art teacher that taught me in Sec 1 or 2 for just one or two lessons. He was ultra cool, telling us about the great job he retired from, sth in advertising, and he seemed pretty wealthy. He was quite eccentric too. He told us to draw us thinking out of the box, and then told us that if our drawing included a box in it, we were not hitting the point. And he showed us how to fold a $20 US bill so you get the picture of the Twin Towers on fire, the Pentagon on fire, and the name OSAMA. I know its just a play of the imagination, but it was so freaky. And then, we never heard of him again. It makes me wonder, really. Kind of scary right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SqpFZcH21GI/AAAAAAAADlI/dRJBom56gEA/s400/twenty_bill_big.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380189008195671138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kris Allen's been sick the past few days! Daddy's falling sick too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was supposed to study today but ended up playing Sims 3 at Tricia's place with Charis :/ I love her dogs, omg. Okay so I'm gna study now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Results, kind of sucky. AMath and Bio better than I expected, not exactly devastating, but its not good at all. Teri, you've GOT to pull up your really expensive Converse AHS socks, you know, the ones with the holes on the heels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9591381-5533040139831659761?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/5533040139831659761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=5533040139831659761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/5533040139831659761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/5533040139831659761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2009/09/81-remember.html' title='# 81 - Remember.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sqo-eo7ayjI/AAAAAAAADlA/YVPTF3K05X0/s72-c/9-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-6891808206597336721</id><published>2009-09-08T16:15:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T17:18:08.013+03:00</updated><title type='text'># 80 - Something whispers in my ear and says:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sqe5EX2LC_I/AAAAAAAADk4/tyathlIICpI/s1600-h/090904-spank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 390px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sqe5EX2LC_I/AAAAAAAADk4/tyathlIICpI/s400/090904-spank.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379471764689193970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you know that corporal punishment is banned in some countries, because it is believed to promote violent behaviour in children? In California, parents could be jailed for spanking their children. Kate Gosselin, the mum from 'Jon &amp;amp; Kate Plus 8' went under fire some time ago for spanking her 5 year old daughter Leah. The media took photos of it, and reported her. The police actually arrived at her home. I personally think all that is blown way out of proportion. Okay, how many people do you know that haven't been hit/caned by their parents before? Rare, right? And how many out of those who have, have negative violent tendencies? I don't deny that excessive domestic violence can lead to violence in children, but then, that's not discipline, its abuse. Smacks on a spoilt brat is not abuse. To me, the most important thing here is effectiveness and control. It works for some kids, it doesn't for some. As long as you're not trying to kill or injure the kid, and its done with proper explanation to the child. It doesn't make sense to ban it in entire states and countries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may be really young, too young, really, to speak for parents or the adults of society, but I was a kid once and like in To Kill A Mockingbird, Scout tells Jem, "A lickin' hurts but it doesn't last." (HAHAHA WEIRD QUOTING). Don't waste money, time and energy campaigning to ban domestic discipline, because there are real cold-blooded child/wife abusers out there who should be paid more attention to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's just my 2 cents worth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Back from shopping with Rachelll. Hahaha she decided to put some eyeliner on me today, which felt funny, 'cos I was wearing my specs. But I had a good time. Bought a few earrings and a scarf I totally dk what to do with. Rachel was being a big spender today, haha!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw military style jackets everywhereeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Investiture rehearsal and Prom meeting today too. After being away from council for so long, I kind of forgot how hard it was to plan an event. Today reminded me of that difficulty, especially for those greatly involved ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below are some really really random photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SqZb9FvBYvI/AAAAAAAADkw/fRjCyvsoOlI/s1600-h/Ka-cha!(1288).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SqZb9FvBYvI/AAAAAAAADkw/fRjCyvsoOlI/s400/Ka-cha!(1288).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379087910010184434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4G class photo! Its pretty blur here ): But I like it alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SqZb8j9UdhI/AAAAAAAADko/e8zNdCLEvfk/s1600-h/Ka-cha!(1350).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SqZb8j9UdhI/AAAAAAAADko/e8zNdCLEvfk/s400/Ka-cha!(1350).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379087900943349266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay well, my cat loves ice-cream, but no, she didn't lick it off my cone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SqZb8N3O3tI/AAAAAAAADkg/dJXL1OxXJTs/s1600-h/Ka-cha!(1351).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SqZb8N3O3tI/AAAAAAAADkg/dJXL1OxXJTs/s400/Ka-cha!(1351).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379087895012237010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just thought this was pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SqZb7iC0GQI/AAAAAAAADkY/lUdTD6lCmZc/s1600-h/Ka-cha!(1377).jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SqZb7iC0GQI/AAAAAAAADkY/lUdTD6lCmZc/s400/Ka-cha!(1377).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379087883249654018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SqZb7I48g0I/AAAAAAAADkQ/9JxSyBp53lA/s1600-h/Ka-cha!(1364).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SqZb7I48g0I/AAAAAAAADkQ/9JxSyBp53lA/s400/Ka-cha!(1364).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379087876497376066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Top 2, Aaron at a month old. Doesn't he look precious!? The miracle of life :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;SgForums.com 8 Sept 09&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;A 16-YEAR-OLD self-professed Taoist medium, Thai-Chinese Ku Witaya, convinced his friends as well as his younger brother to enter into a suicide pact, based on his theory that the world was ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all his six friends whom Witaya had spoken to, only one - Sia Chan Hong - carried out the suicide act with him by jumping off the ninth floor of Block 667, Jalan Damai in the Bedok Reservoir area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This incident occurred last year Aug 23 at around 5.20am in the morning. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;In Lianhe Wanbao's report, it was revealed on Monday morning at a joint coroner's inquiry into the deaths of the two Tampines Secondary School students, that Witaya carried out Taoist rituals at home every Friday while his friends, including Chan Hong, would visit him at his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witaya also believed that he could speak to deities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week before the joint suicide, Witaya spoke to his friends about a "Third World War" and preached about sacrificing themselves in order to "rid the world of demons".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;A representative from the Taoist Federation told the media that Taoism valued life and that Taoists would not engage in such activities that would harm themselves or others.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't believe my eyes when I read that. Totally speechless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a funnier and lighter note, I found out that:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paul Hunn&lt;/b&gt;, from Enfield, North London.&lt;/div&gt;He trained himself with curries and kebabs and fizzy drinks.&lt;br /&gt;His burp measured 118.1 decibels (like a jet engine at take-off). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;!! :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Reflect, because to know how to get where you want to go, you have to know where you currently are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/9591381-6891808206597336721?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/6891808206597336721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=6891808206597336721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/6891808206597336721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/6891808206597336721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2009/09/80-something-whispers-in-my-ear-and.html' title='# 80 - Something whispers in my ear and says:'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sqe5EX2LC_I/AAAAAAAADk4/tyathlIICpI/s72-c/090904-spank.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-5053412112946615539</id><published>2009-09-06T16:59:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T17:44:57.234+03:00</updated><title type='text'># 79 - I'd like to teach the world to sing in perfect harmony</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SqPDM10OVcI/AAAAAAAADj4/TB4NLzsXKzY/s1600-h/scooter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SqPDM10OVcI/AAAAAAAADj4/TB4NLzsXKzY/s400/scooter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378357005382473154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That is the contender for the title of world's smallest dog, only about 20cm long and 8 cm high. ISN'T IT ADORABLE? But it died not long ago at only a few months old from an injury. Awww I love it although I totally can't cuddle it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SqPCAFKpMcI/AAAAAAAADjw/86IdZVpuXa8/s1600-h/Ka-cha!(1356).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SqPCAFKpMcI/AAAAAAAADjw/86IdZVpuXa8/s400/Ka-cha!(1356).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378355686653112770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;I'd Like To Teach the World To Sing (In Perfect Harmony)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;The New Seekers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;I'd like to build the world a home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;And furnish it with love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;Grow apple trees and honey bees and snow-white turtle doves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;I'd like to teach the world to sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;In perfect harmony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;I'd like to hold it in my arms and keep it company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;I'd like to see the world for once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;All standing hand in hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;And hear them echo through the hills "Ah, peace throughout the land"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song originated as a jingle in the groundbreaking 1971 "Hilltop" television commercial for Coca-Cola. The Coca-Cola Company waived royalties to the song and instead donated $80,000 in payments to UNICEF.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heard that song on the taxi and it sounds really nice! And Coca-Cola was really generous to do that (: Oh, and I found out that "Just Stand Up" is a song for a cancer foundation. So, yes, I think some modern artistes do care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm off for a one-on-one outing with Mummy tomorrow, we're going shopping!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay yes, I willll study this holidays (:&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/9591381-5053412112946615539?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/5053412112946615539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=5053412112946615539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/5053412112946615539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/5053412112946615539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2009/09/79-id-like-to-teach-world-to-sing-in.html' title='# 79 - I&apos;d like to teach the world to sing in perfect harmony'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SqPDM10OVcI/AAAAAAAADj4/TB4NLzsXKzY/s72-c/scooter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-8211466861606651063</id><published>2009-09-04T19:13:00.010+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T16:02:01.652+03:00</updated><title type='text'># 78 - Not just yet.</title><content type='html'>Nowadays I like to publish my posts, and constantly go back to add stuff.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm glad that pre-lims are over, although it means that O's are drawing near!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It doesn't matter if you screwed your pre-lims, 'cos if you set your heart to doing your really really best for O's, your marks can be salvaged, well, I'd like to think that, at least! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really like doing Paper 1s!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After last paper went to eat with Charis, Tricia and Vanessa, then came home. Changed, watched Ellen Degeneres. Hahaha &lt;i&gt;Zac Efron&lt;/i&gt; says a girl wore her mom's wedding gown and proposed to him when he was on the red carpet. Poor girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SqHGJTquclI/AAAAAAAADi4/gfdxGPsDBSY/s400/Ka-cha!(1363).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377797293257683538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rachel and I tried counting how many flags there were lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SqTeBu6DRrI/AAAAAAAADkI/RsgfmOKTFIM/s1600-h/4one2.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SqTeBu6DRrI/AAAAAAAADkI/RsgfmOKTFIM/s400/4one2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378667976339965618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SqTeBBOo1pI/AAAAAAAADkA/9HXZWS4BcKg/s1600-h/4one1.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SqTeBBOo1pI/AAAAAAAADkA/9HXZWS4BcKg/s400/4one1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378667964078282386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to &lt;b&gt;4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;N&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; at Trinity @ Adam&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with Rachel, and got to know a few peeps from Adam. Sat with PL Upper Sec (Y) and had such a good time. The message was extremely relevant and important, the worship was amazing, the atmosphere was unforgettable. Thank God for this event!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/42E2fAWM6rA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/42E2fAWM6rA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Romans 12:2 (New International Version)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've watched this video twice already, and I think its amazing! Pastor Darick showed it to us, and I really really think you should watch it too. It was kind of the crux of the message tonight.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We lay aside all our differences, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Our treasures here on earth. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So unify us,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Cos we have,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;One faith, one hope, one God!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;One body, one spirit, one Father of all!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;One declaration for the world to see&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That through it all,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're our God!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;An Ignyte original, I love it! We sang it today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Being back at Adam reminds me of how during Watchnight, Ignyte wasn't allowed to jump 'cos the floors would shake too much! And I miss the chicken wings, and the playground, and Serene's Center, and my Sec 1 buzzy. Girls, we need a night out soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;I'm so revived now after the service, its 12+ and I can't get to sleep. What a great way to start the September break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Did ya'll know that the PAP is the world's longest-ruling elected political party? That's awesome, but its good and bad in both ways I guess. Good that our political scene is stable, bad that some areas that need improvement cannot be taken over by another political party. But I guess we should be pretty proud of our political scene, 'cos we're quite blessed compared to many other countries. There's this new book, called &lt;i&gt;Men In White&lt;/i&gt;, about the PAP. HAHA I THINK THE TITLE IS SO LAME. But if it comes out in libraries, I may just borrow it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SqH2E3W6b-I/AAAAAAAADjA/U8AOz0LB34g/s400/27721412.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377849993497047010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kris Allen took this photo, and said: "Being on this tour and different arenas every night sometimes I forget that nature exists. Glad I got to see this."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't wait for the day when I can get to see nature everywhere again, like in Chiang Rai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SqH6uxDwYsI/AAAAAAAADjo/xA1jAGcgAWg/s1600-h/IMG_1674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SqH6uxDwYsI/AAAAAAAADjo/xA1jAGcgAWg/s400/IMG_1674.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377855111407100610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our mode of transport everyday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SqH6uOUH9HI/AAAAAAAADjg/ieaiQ8HYwlg/s1600-h/IMG_1619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SqH6uOUH9HI/AAAAAAAADjg/ieaiQ8HYwlg/s400/IMG_1619.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377855102080513138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunrise from the mountain top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SqH6tuyStmI/AAAAAAAADjY/6JIGrUtUYL0/s1600-h/IMG_1513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SqH6tuyStmI/AAAAAAAADjY/6JIGrUtUYL0/s400/IMG_1513.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377855093617112674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Agriculture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SqH6tB441JI/AAAAAAAADjQ/oEEQdTVYF40/s1600-h/IMG_1510.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SqH6tB441JI/AAAAAAAADjQ/oEEQdTVYF40/s400/IMG_1510.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377855081565181074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SqH6sXNUNBI/AAAAAAAADjI/ViIvwKNajBY/s1600-h/IMG_1506.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SqH6sXNUNBI/AAAAAAAADjI/ViIvwKNajBY/s400/IMG_1506.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377855070108136466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;MUG HARD AND PLAY HARD THIS HOLIDAYS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To those feeling stressed or tired, hang in there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SqFDFm68JgI/AAAAAAAADiw/2V-_0XtsDLU/s400/Single_by_Hassan_arts.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377653193683248642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You didn't have enough &lt;b&gt;faith&lt;/b&gt;," Jesus told them. "I assure you, if you had &lt;b&gt;faith&lt;/b&gt; as small as a mustard seed you could say to this mountain, 'move from here to there,' and it would move. Nothing would be impossible."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Matthew 17:20-21&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&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/9591381-8211466861606651063?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/8211466861606651063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=8211466861606651063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/8211466861606651063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/8211466861606651063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2009/09/78-not-just-yet.html' title='# 78 - Not just yet.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SqHGJTquclI/AAAAAAAADi4/gfdxGPsDBSY/s72-c/Ka-cha!(1363).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-611190064942001751</id><published>2009-08-31T07:48:00.018+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T19:43:15.951+03:00</updated><title type='text'># 77 - Just you and me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="350" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yzMhUy6atF8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yzMhUy6atF8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;We Are The World (1985)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;Written by Michael Jackson and Lionel Richie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lionel Richie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time when we heed a certain call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lionel Richie &amp;amp; Stevie Wonder&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the world must come together as one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stevie Wonder&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paul Simon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its time to lend a hand to life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paul Simon &amp;amp; Kenny Rogers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest gift of all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kenny Rogers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;We can't go on pretending day by day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;James Ingram&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;That someone, somewhere will soon make a change&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tina Turner&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;We are all part of God's great big family&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Billy Joel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And the truth, you know, love is all we need&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the world, we are the children&lt;br /&gt;We are the ones who make a brighter day&lt;br /&gt;So lets start giving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Diana Ross&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres a choice were making&lt;br /&gt;We're saving our own lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Michael &amp;amp; Diana Ross&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its true we'll make a better day&lt;br /&gt;Just you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dionne Warwick&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send them your heart&lt;br /&gt;So theyll know that someone cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dionne Warwick &amp;amp; Willie Nelson&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And their lives will be stronger and free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Willie Nelson&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As God has shown us by turning stones to bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Al Jarreau&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we all must lend a helping hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the world, we are the children&lt;br /&gt;We are the ones who make a brighter day&lt;br /&gt;So lets start giving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bob Dylan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres a choice were making&lt;br /&gt;We're saving our own lives&lt;br /&gt;Its true we'll make a better day&lt;br /&gt;Just you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When youre down and out, there seems no hope at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Huey Lewis&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you just believe theres no way we can fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cindy Lauper&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well, well, well let us realize that a change can only come&lt;br /&gt;Kim Carnes&lt;br /&gt;When we stand together as one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;To date, the anthem has sold over 20 million units and raised over $63 million for humanitarian aid in Africa and the US.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOING TO STUDY NOW. And, apparently, the service on Sunday really encouraged me alot 'cos it answered the question that had been floating around in my mind all week. Thank God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Teacher's day celebrations! &lt;/b&gt;Chun Kit is an awesome dancer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you teachers for your selfless dedication.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Teri got a message that on this day, God wants her to know...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;... that nothing is exciting if you know what the outcome is going to be.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You keep wanting to know how things will play out, keep asking to see the future. God doesn't give anyone the power to know the future, because life becomes maddeningly boring when you know everything upfront. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;So, instead of struggling, enjoy the uncertainty - &lt;b&gt;to be alive means to not know.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I believe in psychic ability and visions and stuff, but yeah I understand the message this application is bringing to me (: To be alive means to not know, so embrace it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://mashable.com/2009/09/01/current-journalist-statement/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sp_GmrrPQdI/AAAAAAAADig/yqbYa7EYMlk/s400/293.ab.AmericanIdol.Joy.032509.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377234847965069778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I always thought Megan Corkey was beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tricia will love this video, I hope, 'cos Paul's in it. Their facial expressions are way funny, and the costumes are hilarious too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kqBgn_sN94Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kqBgn_sN94Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;-     "Life's a climb, but the view's great."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/9591381-611190064942001751?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/611190064942001751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=611190064942001751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/611190064942001751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/611190064942001751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2009/08/77-just-you-and-me.html' title='# 77 - Just you and me.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sp_GmrrPQdI/AAAAAAAADig/yqbYa7EYMlk/s72-c/293.ab.AmericanIdol.Joy.032509.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-613435380219095252</id><published>2009-08-30T18:49:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T18:59:25.668+03:00</updated><title type='text'># 76 - Divine intervention.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SplAACtw1OI/AAAAAAAADiQ/vWLUykIIB_Y/s400/michael-jackson-billie-jean-video.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375397999716390114" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Birthday Mj!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Watched him Live in Munich on Channel 5, and Marc smsed me that he's awesome. He sure is, and the message he brought to his audience each time was so amazing. When it first started, I was like, woah, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;golden&lt;/span&gt; pants. The video shown today didn't show security dragging the people who fainted out from the audience unlike the Live in Bucharest one. Its pretty amusing. But they did show the crazy fan they brought up on stage, amusing too. And the part he asked someone to save the bug on stage from being squashed, haha! Loved the Jackson 5 segment (: At the ending part with all the flags flashing on the screen, I saw the Singapore flag! Hahaha was looking out for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;His concert was so captivating that I totally ignored my Bio for 1 over hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The part with the army tank and the children really touched me (: Thank you Michael, for being the one to bring the bad news, as well as the hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;GUESS WHAT. Micheal Jackson is my friend's friend's friend. Just found out today. A bit lame, but its so awesome! Just thinking about that fact makes me smile hahaha. So that's proves the theory of the Seven Degrees of Separation. Only separated by 3 degrees, (Y). So for you, probably 4 degrees or even less if you can find another link. Isn't it so cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SpiyqE4e_KI/AAAAAAAADiI/d5YRC8GWKxk/s400/butterfly3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375242591201590434" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Greta Oto&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, or &lt;b&gt;Glasswing butterfly&lt;/b&gt;, is natively found in Central America. This butterfly’s claim to fame is that its wings, spanning up to six centimeters, are almost completely transparent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So pretty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(29.08.09)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am learning, that sometimes, trying to compete with others and be better is good, but not when it makes you feel bad about yourself. Have faith and trust that if you do things at your own pace, and you're doing your own best, things will work out for you. Come on, more than a conqueror, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tricia, I saw sth kind of Beatles related again today, lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a, uhm, unusual experience with a few toads, hundreds of eggs, 2 dogs, 4 funny friends, and alot of mahjong coins on friday :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not expecting great things from AMath, Chem &amp;amp; Phy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Midnight hunger pangs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is the debut of This Is It in cinemas on the day of O Level AMath?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Lord's Prayer came into my mind after AMath paper on friday. &lt;i&gt;"Our Father in heaven, holy be Your name. Your Kingdom come, Your Will be done, on earth as in heaven. Give us today our daily bread, forgive us our sins as we forgive those who sin against us. Do not bring us to the test but deliver us from evil. Amen." &lt;/i&gt;I remember singing it during mass in CHIJ OLN. I remember saying it everyday during assembly for 5 years. I totally have it memorised and I can say it without even knowing what I'm saying. There, there's my mistake. I've taken alot of things for granted. I pray everyday without knowing what I really want, I sing songs everyday without knowing what they really mean, I study without knowing what for, I laugh and talk to people and forget what the conversation was about the next hour. And like they say, you'll never know what it means to you until you lose it, and I don't want to need that consequence before I really just wake up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So! Been thinking alot, idk why. I feel a bit looney for like thinking about these things, but sometimes, thoughts just rush through and all I can do is think, God, this sucks. It really does! 'Cos when you think about stuff, yes, sometimes you start seeing the good in something, but sometimes, it brings out the bad as well. Thinking about stuff is irritating, but to me, that's my daily bread, can't live without it. Give us today our daily bread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched Paul And Kay Kay on Youtube, and, they're definitely not doing very much to help bids and campaigns against pre-marital sex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SplCodesANI/AAAAAAAADiY/a2ltWg_KLuE/s400/Idol-7751-AMAZON.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375400893118939346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When are you coming to Singapore?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gna chiong this last week of exams!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish me luck :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been hearing alot of people don't really want to go for prom. Thing is, I gotta be there 'cos the Sec4 councillors are planning it, and, I don't wanna spend my prom without some of my really good friends there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/9591381-613435380219095252?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/613435380219095252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=613435380219095252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/613435380219095252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/613435380219095252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2009/08/76-divine-intervention.html' title='# 76 - Divine intervention.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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/_oV2U4BK_6po/SplAACtw1OI/AAAAAAAADiQ/vWLUykIIB_Y/s72-c/michael-jackson-billie-jean-video.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-2953369661662669348</id><published>2009-08-27T17:52:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T18:49:25.341+03:00</updated><title type='text'># 75 - Number 2 stinks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;EL Comphre made me smile at the part about cannon-ball sized gamma bolts and cutting someone in two with really mean-looking swords! Okay sorry its sadistic, but the way it was phrased and shoved into the paragraph was funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Exams going okay, not too confident about AMath, Chem &amp;amp; Physics ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But real thankful about everything else! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/So60-koG1QI/AAAAAAAADho/BJglsap3mH8/s400/mirandakerr5wq7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372430392576365826" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will you look at that. The beautiful design of the butterfly wings, the beautiful Miranda Kerr :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rizvan and Charis came over last friday, and I'm glad to say we did a considerable amount of studying. Alot of Youtube, sorry :/ Some extremely funny stuff, so if you need a good laugh to release stress, do search for this Skype Laughter Chain thing on Youtube. Hilarious, and ridiculously amusing. Sorry Rizvan, that Belle hates you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Retail therapy-ed by buying pendants and chains to make 2 new necklaces. And my headaches are alot better, thank God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SpJeLOx8jVI/AAAAAAAADiA/X5IF6UcCfW4/s400/Spectacular.750.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373460852445580626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cause everything can change when you least expect it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Can't stop what you can't control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gotta learn how to just let go&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everything can (oh!) change&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No you can't perfect it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Somethings you can't explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna watch this show on Nickelodeon! Called &lt;i&gt;Spectacular!&lt;/i&gt;. Its got some really nice songs, and its on the last day of pre-lims :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to find the faith and innocence again. I really do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe, losing it, is the path to greater things to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SpEi-iWMyaI/AAAAAAAADhw/igTeEb3H6YI/s400/4ONEmainBig.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373114288196864418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;AN IGNYTE WORSHIP EXPERIENCE &amp;amp; DISTRICT GATHERING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;There is one body and one spirit - just as you were called to one hope when you were called - one Lord, one faith, one baptism; one God and Father of all, who is over all and through all and in all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Ephesians 4:4-6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;04.09.09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7:30 - 9:30 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trinity @ Adam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See you there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:D&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/9591381-2953369661662669348?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/2953369661662669348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=2953369661662669348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/2953369661662669348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/2953369661662669348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2009/08/75-13-to-go.html' title='# 75 - Number 2 stinks.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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/_oV2U4BK_6po/So60-koG1QI/AAAAAAAADho/BJglsap3mH8/s72-c/mirandakerr5wq7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-8361567120381189368</id><published>2009-08-18T17:29:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T16:49:55.495+03:00</updated><title type='text'># 74 - Books galore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Soq8W8De0SI/AAAAAAAADhg/ZziWAsiLc6c/s1600-h/books_by_de_ice11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Soq8W8De0SI/AAAAAAAADhg/ZziWAsiLc6c/s400/books_by_de_ice11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371312607856611618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pre-lims in 2 days. 2. Days. Omg, I still remember in January when it was 9 months away. Btw, O Levels are now 1+ months away. I am quite scared, honestly. I desperately want to reach that L1R5 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;≤&lt;/span&gt; 10 mark for Pre-lims (No need go back to school, YES!), but, it seems like an impossible feat. I mean, WHAT THE HOO AM I DOING HERE?! I'm obviously being damn lazy now. I wouldn't consider myself a procrastinator, but when it comes to studying, I just don't have the mood these few days. I just hope that I can break out of that and just do my best. Yeah. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna go work and earn moolah for shopping and faith promises/design &amp;amp; make my own clothes and shoes/learn how to play the guitar/probably start writing something for fun/redecorate my room after O's. Those are stuff to look forward to! So, okay I shall be off to bury myself in Math soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am irritated by people, who try to squeeze in your way in the path when there's so much space on the other side, and just rudely push you away. Just because you're holding your boyfriend's hand doesn't mean you're all that. And yes, also, those girls with their boyfriends on the street, I don't even know who they are, but when I'm walking next to them on the path , the girl stares at me and grab her guy's arms and pulls him away. Uh, okay? I'm flattered you see me as a threat thank you very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, I think I still struggle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh no, I should be studyinggggggg D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please do pray for me because I always get those hidden stress episodes, and the way my body deals with it is like, manifesting that 'hidden' stress into headaches at the back and sides of my head, and tightening the muscles on my back. It sucks. So, yeah, it should be coming soon, plus the hours of sleep I'm gonna lose when I burn the midnight oil D: I'm going to die for SS and ELit :/ But, worrying doesn't so anything but plague me with headaches, so, I shall learn to relax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray that everyone will do their best and we can have peace and joy in our hearts, every day of our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Does it hurt, to constantly keep that inside?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Cos I know there's a bird,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pecking at your heart's locked gates,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Waiting for you to let it go free.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Does it say, that your eyes no longer shine?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;No you've heard it wrong.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The stars glow just for you,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just how the glory blooms every morn.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;What if I said, that there's a star in the sky?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dangling precariously on its edge.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;It'll fall for you if you want it to,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just believe in the magic of the night.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Does it cry, just like you do in the dark?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Cos at night we cannot see,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And what can be seen never counts,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;What counts is you're here with me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9591381-8361567120381189368?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/8361567120381189368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=8361567120381189368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/8361567120381189368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/8361567120381189368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2009/08/74-books-galore.html' title='# 74 - Books galore.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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/_oV2U4BK_6po/Soq8W8De0SI/AAAAAAAADhg/ZziWAsiLc6c/s72-c/books_by_de_ice11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-2741526285703714773</id><published>2009-08-15T04:27:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T19:57:27.315+03:00</updated><title type='text'># 73 - Peace, brother.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SoYP2dZxK6I/AAAAAAAADhQ/jEexta2pIe8/s400/Peace_by_kalani1980.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369997033965956002" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day of Silence for Peace&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also known as The Peace Movement, the Day of Silence for Peace follows the tradition of rallies that use silence to be noticed. Participants wear a piece of white cloth across their mouths with Peace written on it to symbolize their &lt;i&gt;unity and readiness to change their world&lt;/i&gt;. It means they are &lt;i&gt;tired of the status quo, and are willing to challenge it&lt;/i&gt;. It hopes to achieve unity and a sense of empowerment for its participants - including the knowledge that they can &lt;i&gt;have an impact &lt;/i&gt;without traveling to the far reaches of the earth. The first Day of Silence for Peace took place on October 23, 2007.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Wikipedia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched a documentary on Hippies on the History Channel (don't laugh). And this picture particularly struck me. It occurred during a protest on anti-war.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sobm0iui-MI/AAAAAAAADhY/LPMD6VzsqDg/s400/flowerpower.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370233396035516610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"If you're going to San Francisco, be sure to wear some flowers in your hair."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I saw on Rick Warren's Twitter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our role in CULTURE isnt to cavein&amp;amp;conform,nor just criticize&amp;amp;complain.CREATE it!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Thermostat,not thermometer.&lt;/span&gt;Mt5:13-16&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am not ashamed of the Gospel.I AM ashamed of how some share it. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Ego, anger &amp;amp; lack of love&lt;/span&gt; make it sound like bad news&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Agreed, &lt;/b&gt;both for myself and for many.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;Matthew 5:13-16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;You are the salt of the earth; but if the salt has lost its taste, how shall its saltiness be restored? You are the light of the world. A city set on a hill cannot be hid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let your light so shine before men&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;, that they may see your good works and give glory to your Father who is in heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; "&gt;"Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none."&lt;/span&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/9591381-2741526285703714773?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/2741526285703714773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=2741526285703714773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/2741526285703714773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/2741526285703714773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2009/08/73-peace-brother.html' title='# 73 - Peace, brother.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SoYP2dZxK6I/AAAAAAAADhQ/jEexta2pIe8/s72-c/Peace_by_kalani1980.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-6113391175231810763</id><published>2009-08-12T11:55:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T07:23:41.573+03:00</updated><title type='text'># 72 - Smile, even when your heart is aching.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SoKJit83g7I/AAAAAAAADhI/BfXLaAR5vKs/s1600-h/loosing_joy_by_vovkas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SoKJit83g7I/AAAAAAAADhI/BfXLaAR5vKs/s400/loosing_joy_by_vovkas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369004935322502066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Smile tho' your heart is aching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Smile even tho' it's breaking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When there are clouds in the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You'll get by if you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Smile through your fear and sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Smile and maybe tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;You'll see the sun come shining thru for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Light up your face with gladness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hide ev'ry trace of sadness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Altho' a tear maybe ever so near&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's the time you must keep on trying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's the use of crying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;You'll find that life is still worthwhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;If you'll just smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Charlie Chaplin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SoKCgoNo1hI/AAAAAAAADhA/GPgELAgeoJ4/s400/matt-leblanc-2-sized.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368997202841097746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 259px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;"How you doin'?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Matt Leblanc&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Joey Tribbiani in &lt;i&gt;Friends&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Handsome right, haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ouch this swelling on my right eye, super pain. It just appeared out of nowhere. I hope it goes awayyyyyy D: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay pictures soon, maybe tmr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tricia is eternally grateful to me for getting her an article of a 2006 Reader's Digest interview with Paul McCartney. You're very welcome (grins).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We're so going to Swensen's tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Like, 8 days to Prelims :/ Pretty scary, yet I really want it to be over, so that then, O's can be over too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sometimes things happen and you don't know what to do. But then again, what's it to us? If we knew how to solve all problems, we'd might as well be God. Stay calm, stay positive, and you'll be surprised that when you're willing to let things go and still be ready to receive them when they come back, you're the one in the gain in the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cyheJ480LYA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cyheJ480LYA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've watched this 4 times, and I still cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Everything - Lifehouse&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Find Me Here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Speak To Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to feel You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need to hear You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are the light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's leading me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To the place where I find peace again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are the strength, that keeps me walking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are the hope, that keeps me trusting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You are the light to my soul.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are my purpose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How can I stand here with You and not be moved by You?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Would You tell me how could it be any better than this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You calm the storms, and You give me rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You hold me in Your hands, You won't let me fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You steal my heart, and You take my breath away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Would you take me in? Take me deeper now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause you're all I want, You're all I need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're everything,everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're all I want You're all I need.&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/9591381-6113391175231810763?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/6113391175231810763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=6113391175231810763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/6113391175231810763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/6113391175231810763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2009/08/72-smile-even-when-your-heart-is-aching.html' title='# 72 - Smile, even when your heart is aching.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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/_oV2U4BK_6po/SoKJit83g7I/AAAAAAAADhI/BfXLaAR5vKs/s72-c/loosing_joy_by_vovkas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-6341460235713034897</id><published>2009-08-10T11:58:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T11:55:37.868+03:00</updated><title type='text'># 71 - Light of our souls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sn_jT_X9iqI/AAAAAAAADg4/yWEDSy8R7JM/s400/spirit_launch_by_Rock__Angel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368259213417876130" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;One day, I asked Dr. Newburger why so many children who get acute lymphoblastic leukemia survive when so many adults who get the same disease don't.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Bottom line," he said, "we're not as &lt;i&gt;tough&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Jewel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;by Paul Delle Valle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Chicken Soup for the Christian Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Studying has been so-so, could be better, and been having a few plans for this week. I hope they follow through. Study hard these few months and go crazy after O's, that's the deal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad just bought a new SLR camera (Y). Was thinking how nice it would be to take a hiking trip overseas just to take photos. Wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so grateful for the holiday today. Had a great time with Auntie Ron's dog, visiting them and having tea :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents want me to work after O's, earn money, and buy my own guitar. Aw manz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9591381-6341460235713034897?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/6341460235713034897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=6341460235713034897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/6341460235713034897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/6341460235713034897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-day-i-asked-dr.html' title='# 71 - Light of our souls.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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/_oV2U4BK_6po/Sn_jT_X9iqI/AAAAAAAADg4/yWEDSy8R7JM/s72-c/spirit_launch_by_Rock__Angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-1232625833290581567</id><published>2009-08-07T13:44:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T17:58:06.046+03:00</updated><title type='text'># 70 - Of the future.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Snq1xZJExSI/AAAAAAAADfo/_DsaoTXZIDA/s400/Fly_by_Brvno.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366801766132532514" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Here there is no Greek or Jew,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;circumcised or uncircumcised, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;barbarian, Scythian, slave or free, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;but Christ is all, and is in all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Colossians 3:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It seems only yesterday I used to believe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There was nothing under my skin but light.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you cut me I could shine.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But now when I fall upon the sidewalks of life,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I skin my knees. I bleed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;On Turning Ten - Billy Collins&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's the last stanza of a poem we did for a Lit test not long ago. Its really sad, and the best part of the whole poem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been wasting a lot of time. A long weekend to study, I shall make the best out of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway no time to really blog the next few days so I shall post it here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Snq8unwX8MI/AAAAAAAADfw/Cwy41SRvq3I/s400/singapore.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366809415097249986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;HAPPY 44TH BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've known you 16 years, and its been good and bad. You know, there's always something happening with you. Either we're battling SARS, or getting paranoid over Mas Selamat's attack, or even queuing up at Macdonald's for Hello Kitty dolls, Singaporeans are always excited over something. You've grown so much and you've been around way longer than I have. I'm so glad to be born here, where although its warm and stuffy and humid, its also safe, peaceful and beautiful. You're not perfect, but I believe this is truly where I belong! Somehow, even as we try to move towards being a first world country with better mannerisms and social behaviour, do try to retain some of the Singlish and Kiasuim, it makes you so charming and so unique. Can't wait for the Universal Studios, and other great things coming our way :D I love the fact that all our races and religions live together in harmony, and we're not killing each other like idiots. Must orways be zai3 okay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeahp tht's my ode to patriotism. I feel the need to be like that at least once a year! Haha, 'cos I seriously think Singapore's gonna be my permanent home, unless its necessary, you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;NDP09 Theme Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;What do you see?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Composition &amp;amp; Lyrics by Electrico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Verse 1:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There’s a jewel on the ocean,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a gem upon the sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where the future is an open book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A land of destiny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We could set our sights into the wind and sail the seven seas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or climb the highest mountain top as long as we believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you see? What do you see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See the moon and the stars, look how far we have come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look around at our faces, they shine brightly in the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With our hopes and dreams, imagine what tomorrow it may bring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you see? What do you see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Verse 2:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now the time has come to reach out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To open up to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That we stand together in this land&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cos we are family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As thoughts of reaching to the sky are carried on a dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With hearts and minds united, our dreams we will achieve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you see? What do you see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bridge:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you see when life makes you take on a mountain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You’ll see that nothing’s gonna stand in your way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Together we can share&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The strength of a million&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the courage of a million more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chorus End:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See the moon and the stars, look how far we have come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look around at our faces, they shine brightly in the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With our hopes and dreams, imagine what tomorrow it may bring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cos the sky’s the only limit when you’re not afraid to dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you see? What do you see..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Secondary school nowadays, pretty boring. But I feel well, although we always say when we leave we won't miss it, or we can't wait to get out, we still gotta make the most out of our last few months here, you know? Like, think positively and try to make the last few months work for you. Don't waste them, that's what I think. Be happyyyyyyyyy (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Why are people so critical sometimes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NDP Celebration in school!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There was no parade this year ): But there was still flag party though. And the performances, especially choir's rendition of This Is Home, were good. I won Popular vouchers in a bilingual writing contest, so, yay me! Then there was tree planting! Okay somehow I feel planting a tree in school for each Sec 4 class is cool :D Hopefully I can come back in like 20-30 years to see the 4G tree really big and strong! Had lunch with Tricia and talked about, uh, alot of stuff, but mostly about Friends. I love Joey Tribbiani! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Snw6m_3XcbI/AAAAAAAADgI/NiSs5VEx_K0/s1600-h/Ka-cha!(1225).jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Snw6m_3XcbI/AAAAAAAADgI/NiSs5VEx_K0/s400/Ka-cha!(1225).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367229297571885490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Snw6moxwJcI/AAAAAAAADgA/KpypPbBZsa4/s1600-h/Ka-cha!(1223).jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Snw6moxwJcI/AAAAAAAADgA/KpypPbBZsa4/s400/Ka-cha!(1223).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367229291374323138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4G's tree is the one closest to the camera. Tricia was being mean and criticising the trees for being lousy and not growing! HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Snw6mUmYm4I/AAAAAAAADf4/FSi2veiA5DA/s1600-h/Ka-cha!(1222).jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Snw6mUmYm4I/AAAAAAAADf4/FSi2veiA5DA/s400/Ka-cha!(1222).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367229285957933954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Band!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Snw6nej0cYI/AAAAAAAADgY/GHwy3-5hWxw/s1600-h/Ka-cha!(1229).jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Snw6nej0cYI/AAAAAAAADgY/GHwy3-5hWxw/s400/Ka-cha!(1229).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367229305811399042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Snw6nDAZ9zI/AAAAAAAADgQ/uBTZHm3XaQg/s1600-h/Ka-cha!(1227).jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Snw6nDAZ9zI/AAAAAAAADgQ/uBTZHm3XaQg/s400/Ka-cha!(1227).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367229298415105842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHA Tricia decided she was too ugly so she wants to hide behind a mask. KIDDING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am not going to post the unglam pictures at the pool on Tuesday, nor the unglam one of Tricia today. Thank me, Tricia and Pei Fang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PAMELA AND VENUS GO OUT EAT ONE DAY TGT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Snw8orcRWCI/AAAAAAAADgo/3paCh-e4nFU/s1600-h/Ka-cha!(1230).jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Snw8orcRWCI/AAAAAAAADgo/3paCh-e4nFU/s400/Ka-cha!(1230).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367231525472524322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rachel Y, my cat loves the bear you gave me very much, and she asks me to thank you for it HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Snw8ofmlAmI/AAAAAAAADgg/d7f2Ah8hJyw/s1600-h/Ka-cha!(1220).jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Snw8ofmlAmI/AAAAAAAADgg/d7f2Ah8hJyw/s400/Ka-cha!(1220).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367231522294530658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Melted triple-flavoured ice-cream :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just watched a Stephen King book-based show. Really chilling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Terrible throbbing headache behind my right ear :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9591381-1232625833290581567?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/1232625833290581567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=1232625833290581567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/1232625833290581567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/1232625833290581567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2009/08/70-of-future.html' title='# 70 - Of the future.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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/_oV2U4BK_6po/Snq1xZJExSI/AAAAAAAADfo/_DsaoTXZIDA/s72-c/Fly_by_Brvno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-7067093403988376993</id><published>2009-08-03T17:04:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T17:16:09.968+03:00</updated><title type='text'># 69 - One step forward and two steps back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Snbu1TtxNII/AAAAAAAADfg/y8_FvHwBRNI/s1600-h/IMG_6229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Snbu1TtxNII/AAAAAAAADfg/y8_FvHwBRNI/s400/IMG_6229.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365738605651244162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Three really awesome singers featured here. Matt Giraud, Kris Allen, and oh look, who's that on Kris Allen's shirt? (Y)(Y)(Y)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On an interview with Kris. Kris and Adam L are both heartthrobs, but they're both off-limits. Kris laughs his head off upon hearing that! Aww. Okay sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright. Rizvan and Charis freaked out today when they found out that prelims were in 17 days. I'm a little shaken as well. Not mentioning, that Mrs Ganesan told us off and seriously thinks we should turn into mugging machines, like, now. Sigh, idk. Its so hard to get into the mood. I think, I need help. Ah God help me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My headache is getting better but it comes back time and again, less frequently now though, thank God. I think I needta spend less time at the com.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Swimming tomorrow at Pam's place, and then I hope to study as much as I can. I hope, its fruitful. &lt;b&gt;Ahhhhhhhh pleaseeeeeee brainnnn gettttt intoooooo studyyyyyy modeeeeeeeee.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wasted 2 hours today in some bilingual essay writing competition. Wrote some stupid stuff for the chinese composition, the question was so horrible anyway. "Your Ideal Singapore in 2065". I wouldn't even think of attempting a question like that in El, let alone Cl? Fell asleep once I wrote my last word. Zzzzzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blah, off to finish AMath paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O's suck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But His grace is sufficient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I believe I can!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This, is the power of optimism.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now time to power my brain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Drools in giddy daze).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9591381-7067093403988376993?l=liltaradiddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/feeds/7067093403988376993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9591381&amp;postID=7067093403988376993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/7067093403988376993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9591381/posts/default/7067093403988376993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liltaradiddles.blogspot.com/2009/08/69-one-step-forward-and-two-steps-back.html' title='# 69 - One step forward and two steps back.'/><author><name>t ♥!</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/Snbu1TtxNII/AAAAAAAADfg/y8_FvHwBRNI/s72-c/IMG_6229.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591381.post-4576350671223387212</id><published>2009-07-30T15:45:00.013+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T14:34:33.487+03:00</updated><title type='text'># 68 - You ain't no lover, friend of mine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oV2U4BK_6po/SnGYw8sV6AI/AAAAAAAADdQ/kIU1gYO4wv8/s400/Kill_the_town_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364236597868226562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Open the eyes of my heart Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66333
