<?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-204912455456479000</id><updated>2011-09-26T13:31:30.050+08:00</updated><category term='Mixed feelings.'/><category term='Scrapbooking.'/><category term='Surprise. Passed.'/><category term='Sick'/><category term='Book.'/><category term='Hope.'/><category term='Addiction.'/><category term='Nationals.'/><category term='A Great GREAT day.'/><category term='Happy Happy HAPPY. 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Injustice.'/><category term='Track'/><category term='Bible sharing.'/><category term='Camera.'/><title type='text'>Love for photography.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>399</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-9101147501714734755</id><published>2010-08-20T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T21:40:01.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Change,</title><content type='html'>Hi there!&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I didn't really complete the "challenge" I was supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm sorry for that, but I found it rather troublesome and time consuming as well as stupid to be doing it, so I stopped, even though I had two days to go. :P&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, I'm thinking of changing this blog into like my prayer blog.&lt;br /&gt;So I won't be able to come everyday, I'm sorry, I've been awfully busy. ):&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, I think I like the way I type here, I USE GOOD ENGLISH. :D&lt;br /&gt;Kayy, this shall be my first prayer:&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord,&lt;br /&gt;I pray that I may learn forgiveness, to love and forgive the people who hurt me. I pray that I may think before I do anything harsh and be patient with whoever you bring into my life. I pray that I may learn not get angry with the people who hurt me, but instead lift them up to you. I also pray that I may be like you more and more each day because you are my inspiration. I hope to see Jesus in everyone, Lord, and so I also pray that you may help me with that.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Clara.&lt;br /&gt;AMEN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-9101147501714734755?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9101147501714734755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=9101147501714734755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/9101147501714734755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/9101147501714734755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-change.html' title='New Change,'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-6336678262792506461</id><published>2010-08-06T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T20:08:55.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day twenty-eight.</title><content type='html'>Challenge: A picture of me last year and a picture of me now. How have I changed?&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm, no pictures, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE GROWN upwards and sideways.&lt;br /&gt;Done. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-6336678262792506461?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6336678262792506461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=6336678262792506461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/6336678262792506461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/6336678262792506461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-twenty-eight.html' title='Day twenty-eight.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-6930163726741764130</id><published>2010-08-05T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T20:07:17.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day twenty-seven.</title><content type='html'>Challenge: Why are you doing this 30 day challenge?&lt;br /&gt;Because....&lt;br /&gt;I was bored on that day, and I wanted to make my blog more lively! :D&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHA, cause I'm thinking of wanting to stop blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Which I probably would, by the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;SORRY. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-6930163726741764130?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6930163726741764130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=6930163726741764130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/6930163726741764130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/6930163726741764130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-twenty-seven.html' title='Day twenty-seven.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-4214442477848129159</id><published>2010-08-04T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T20:06:55.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day twenty-six.</title><content type='html'>Challenge: What do you think about your friends:&lt;br /&gt;I think that they are all very beautiful people.&lt;br /&gt;They have the power to make my day or break it.&lt;br /&gt;But they usually, always make my days.&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for each and every one of them.&lt;br /&gt;Even my old friends, lost friends and those of whom I am not very close to.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone I have counted as a blessing in my life, for God put them in mine for a reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-4214442477848129159?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4214442477848129159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=4214442477848129159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/4214442477848129159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/4214442477848129159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-twenty-six.html' title='Day twenty-six.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-3226212836196659042</id><published>2010-08-03T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T20:01:28.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Twenty-five.</title><content type='html'>Challenge: What I would find in your bag.&lt;br /&gt;OMG, what kind of a challenge is this??&lt;br /&gt;Okay.... let's see.&lt;br /&gt;You'll find water, a pencil case, umbrella, paper, clothes, tissue.&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm, that's it. (:&lt;br /&gt;EASY CHALLENGE, WOO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-3226212836196659042?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3226212836196659042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=3226212836196659042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/3226212836196659042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/3226212836196659042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-twenty-five.html' title='Day Twenty-five.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-980661184236689893</id><published>2010-08-02T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T19:58:42.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day twenty-four.</title><content type='html'>Challenge: A letter to your parents:&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like blogging anymoreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the late posts, it's been a really busy week. I am EXHAUSTED.&lt;br /&gt;Okay on with the challenge:&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mummy and Daddy,&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank you for always being there for me.&lt;br /&gt;For supporting me in whatever my interests are. (I know they keep changing.)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for teaching me.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for scolding me, for I have realized what I did wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for giving me everything you could within your means.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all the sacrifices you have made for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for making you stressed, irritated, angry or have caused trouble at times.&lt;br /&gt;But above all, thank you for showing me what true love's all about.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Clara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-980661184236689893?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/980661184236689893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=980661184236689893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/980661184236689893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/980661184236689893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-twenty-four.html' title='Day twenty-four.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-7714936441265091122</id><published>2010-08-01T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T21:46:35.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day twenty-three.</title><content type='html'>Challenge: Something you crave alot for.&lt;br /&gt;Now, since it's such a cold weather, I crave for a walk in the park with a nice comfy sweater, a best friend I can talk to for ages and never get bored with, some nice hot chocolate, good music and yeah, a whole day for relaxing. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-7714936441265091122?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7714936441265091122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=7714936441265091122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/7714936441265091122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/7714936441265091122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-twenty-three.html' title='Day twenty-three.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-8682527046149909290</id><published>2010-07-31T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T21:43:56.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day twenty-two.</title><content type='html'>Challenge: What makes you different from everyone else?&lt;br /&gt;I am Clara and God made me unique and special, that's what's different. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-8682527046149909290?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8682527046149909290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=8682527046149909290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/8682527046149909290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/8682527046149909290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-twenty-two.html' title='Day twenty-two.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-2692406547004665783</id><published>2010-07-30T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T21:41:22.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day twenty-one.</title><content type='html'>Challenge: A picture of something that makes you happy.&lt;br /&gt;Heyy, I'm sorry been lazy, don't really wanna post any pictures now. :P&lt;br /&gt;SORRY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-2692406547004665783?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2692406547004665783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=2692406547004665783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/2692406547004665783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/2692406547004665783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-twenty-one.html' title='Day twenty-one.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-5809366776612817201</id><published>2010-07-29T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T22:56:22.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day twenty.</title><content type='html'>Challenge: Someone you see yourself marrying/being with in the future.&lt;br /&gt;My best friends would be with my in the future and I'm gonna want to make that come true! (:&lt;br /&gt;Hhhmmm, marrying is a tough question, wonder if I can actually find anyone to marry! HAHAHHA. Okay, I'm too young to be wondering about these things. :P&lt;br /&gt;Although, I do wanna get married, OH but there's a chance of adoption! (:&lt;br /&gt;HEHHE, okay, I'm gonna go now, been sleeping pretty late. ):&lt;br /&gt;Tired as a doggg.&lt;br /&gt;Gooodnight. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-5809366776612817201?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5809366776612817201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=5809366776612817201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/5809366776612817201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/5809366776612817201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-twenty.html' title='Day twenty.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-758111107645906858</id><published>2010-07-28T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T22:51:02.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day nineteen.</title><content type='html'>Nicknames you have; why do you have them.&lt;br /&gt;1) Clawa. (Reason: I don't know? I have weird friends.)&lt;br /&gt;2)Clarie. (Reason: Same reason as the above.)&lt;br /&gt;3)Clawie. (Reason: A combination of the above nicknames.)&lt;br /&gt;4)Clatah. (Reason: If you're smart and know my sirname, you'll realize.)&lt;br /&gt;5) Joanna. (Reason: IT'S GONNA BE MY CONFIRMATION NAME. (: )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-758111107645906858?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/758111107645906858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=758111107645906858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/758111107645906858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/758111107645906858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-nineteen.html' title='Day nineteen.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-6570833724782648672</id><published>2010-07-27T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T22:39:09.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day eighteen.</title><content type='html'>Challenge: Hopes/Dreams/Goals you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopes: To get into a goooood Class next year.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams: To get into a goooood Class next year.&lt;br /&gt;Goals: To get into a goooood Class next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, those aren't much hopes/dreams/goals but it seems like it SHOULD be for every student's mind. HAHAHA, okayy, sorry I think I sound like sad/emo/not happy, I'm really really tired and the start of this week isn't exactly nice. But hey, it's school, nothing much's happy about it? Okay, I should go now, before I start sounding all negative and badd which would affect all my readers, not that many people do actually read my blog...&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, I should stop. BYE, I hope your week has been awesome, or at least better than mine. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-6570833724782648672?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6570833724782648672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=6570833724782648672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/6570833724782648672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/6570833724782648672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-eighteen.html' title='Day eighteen.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-1309594744963680754</id><published>2010-07-26T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T21:09:15.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day seventeen.</title><content type='html'>Challenge:Someone you would like to switch lives with for a day and why?&lt;br /&gt;Hhhhhmmm.&lt;br /&gt;I think I would want to switch lives with someone deaf, or blind, someone disabled. Or maybe a child in a poor country.&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel how they feel. I want to know how it's like to be them.&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful though, that God made me who I am today, but I would just like to experience how it would be like to be less fortunate in the eyes of the World.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be able to feel how it's like, so that I can tell people and would never take anything or anyone for granted anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Just for one day.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure, I'd remember it forever and I'd be able to write about it. Because, I draw my inspiration from these very people.&lt;br /&gt;Simply because I don't think I have that much strength to carry on living if I were put in any of their situations.&lt;br /&gt;And so, I thank the Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-1309594744963680754?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1309594744963680754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=1309594744963680754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/1309594744963680754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/1309594744963680754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-seventeen.html' title='Day seventeen.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-2205733411395487115</id><published>2010-07-25T22:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T22:46:53.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day sixteen.</title><content type='html'>Challenge: Another picture of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;RAWR, I am not gonna post anymore pictures of myselfff. (:&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;Okayyy, nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-2205733411395487115?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2205733411395487115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=2205733411395487115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/2205733411395487115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/2205733411395487115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-sixteen.html' title='Day sixteen.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-9091965989663554508</id><published>2010-07-24T11:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T11:27:33.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day fifteen.</title><content type='html'>Challenge: Put your Ipod on shuffle: First 10 songs that play.&lt;br /&gt;1. Fences - Paramore.&lt;br /&gt;2. Sleep - My Chemical Romance.&lt;br /&gt;3. The Best Thing - Relient K.&lt;br /&gt;4. Wasted Time - The Eagles.&lt;br /&gt;5. Miss Independent - Kelly Clarkson.&lt;br /&gt;6. All These Lives - Daughtry.&lt;br /&gt;7. Bang the Doldrums - Fall Out Boy.&lt;br /&gt;8. Jasey Rae - All Time Low.&lt;br /&gt;9. Misery Loves Its Company - The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus.&lt;br /&gt;10. Dangerous - My American Heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-9091965989663554508?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9091965989663554508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=9091965989663554508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/9091965989663554508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/9091965989663554508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-fifteen.html' title='Day fifteen.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-9182421817654942757</id><published>2010-07-23T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T00:12:00.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day fourteen.</title><content type='html'>Challenge: A picture of me and my family.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, that can never be shown here cause we don't normally take family portraits anyways. Sad right?&lt;br /&gt;I like taking photos, but I can never take with my family.&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL.&lt;br /&gt;Have an awesome day. Nights. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-9182421817654942757?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9182421817654942757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=9182421817654942757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/9182421817654942757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/9182421817654942757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-fourteen.html' title='Day fourteen.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-5087873685117082462</id><published>2010-07-22T20:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T00:10:12.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day thirteen.</title><content type='html'>Challenge: A letter to someone who has hurt you recently.&lt;br /&gt;Hhhhhmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I can think of anyone now, sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-5087873685117082462?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5087873685117082462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=5087873685117082462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/5087873685117082462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/5087873685117082462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-thirteen.html' title='Day thirteen.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-4264310077760625962</id><published>2010-07-21T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T21:26:41.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day twelve.</title><content type='html'>Challenge: How you found out about Blogger and why you made one?&lt;br /&gt;How I found out bout Blogger?&lt;br /&gt;Through friends.&lt;br /&gt;Why I made one?&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to write down my thoughts. I mean they gotta run freely somewhere? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-4264310077760625962?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4264310077760625962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=4264310077760625962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/4264310077760625962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/4264310077760625962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-twelve.html' title='Day twelve.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-3268254242827106916</id><published>2010-07-20T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T23:08:49.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day eleven.</title><content type='html'>Challenge: Another picture of you and your friends:&lt;br /&gt;STOP ASKING ME FOR PHOTOS OF ME AND MY FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;STALKER. hahaha. Okay, I'm starting to dislike this challenge. D:&lt;br /&gt;If you want another picture... go take it from fb or somethinggg. HEHEHHEE.&lt;br /&gt;Buhbyeee. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-3268254242827106916?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3268254242827106916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=3268254242827106916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/3268254242827106916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/3268254242827106916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-eleven.html' title='Day eleven.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-4728131543406656461</id><published>2010-07-19T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T23:00:59.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day ten.</title><content type='html'>Challenge: Songs I listen to when I'm Happy, Sad, Bored, Hyped, Mad.&lt;br /&gt;Happy song: Hey Soul Sister-Train. (:&lt;br /&gt;Sad song: Almost Lover-A fine frenzy/Glass-Gavin Degraw.&lt;br /&gt;Bored: Glee songs? HAHA. (:&lt;br /&gt;Hyped: Smile-Uncle Kracker.&lt;br /&gt;Mad: ???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-4728131543406656461?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4728131543406656461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=4728131543406656461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/4728131543406656461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/4728131543406656461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-ten.html' title='Day ten.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-8029120119735825594</id><published>2010-07-18T14:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T14:14:53.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day nine.</title><content type='html'>Challenge: Something you're proud of in the past few days?&lt;br /&gt;Hhhhhhmmm.&lt;br /&gt;I SURVIVED THE WEEK and 4 days of training plus 2.4! :D&lt;br /&gt;AWESOMEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH, okay, BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-8029120119735825594?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8029120119735825594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=8029120119735825594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/8029120119735825594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/8029120119735825594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-nine.html' title='Day nine.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-6896942042325680678</id><published>2010-07-17T14:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T14:13:33.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day eight.</title><content type='html'>Challenge: Short term goals for this month and why?&lt;br /&gt;1. Save money.&lt;br /&gt;Because I need to get back that 100 bucks that I lost over the hols.&lt;br /&gt;2. DO NOT DROP THE TORCH WHILE RUNNING.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA! Idk, just scared.&lt;br /&gt;oookayy, I'm done for today. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-6896942042325680678?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6896942042325680678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=6896942042325680678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/6896942042325680678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/6896942042325680678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-eight.html' title='Day eight.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-4210641451666091298</id><published>2010-07-16T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T23:15:30.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day seven.</title><content type='html'>Challenge: Picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on me.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it would be my parents.&lt;br /&gt;They brought me up and they've seen me gone from crayons to perfume(not yet) but soon.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I think they should have the biggest impact on me anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Can't show you a picture of them though. :(&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL. YOU DON'T HAVE TO KNOW HOW THEY LOOK LIKE ANYWAYS. ((:&lt;br /&gt;BYEEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-4210641451666091298?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4210641451666091298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=4210641451666091298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/4210641451666091298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/4210641451666091298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-seven.html' title='Day seven.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-1565423170619543138</id><published>2010-07-15T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T22:39:25.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day six.</title><content type='html'>Challenge: My favourite super hero and why?&lt;br /&gt;IDK.&lt;br /&gt;WONDERWOMAN??&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAA, no particular ones.&lt;br /&gt;Catwoman and spiderman are cool though. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-1565423170619543138?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1565423170619543138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=1565423170619543138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/1565423170619543138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/1565423170619543138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-six.html' title='Day six.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-2097390501613758933</id><published>2010-07-14T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T21:25:03.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day five.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/TD26Q4cXr2I/AAAAAAAAAbw/YLwgRp91o4c/s1600/shell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/TD26Q4cXr2I/AAAAAAAAAbw/YLwgRp91o4c/s320/shell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493751919653924706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Challenge: A picture of a place I've been to.&lt;br /&gt;Only been to Singapore for the past few years, thus never really got to take pictures overseas. Anyways, I've been to the beach. Just about the best place to relax and smell the salty, fresh air. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-2097390501613758933?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2097390501613758933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=2097390501613758933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/2097390501613758933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/2097390501613758933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-five.html' title='Day five.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/TD26Q4cXr2I/AAAAAAAAAbw/YLwgRp91o4c/s72-c/shell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-4435691890007209064</id><published>2010-07-13T22:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T22:11:37.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day four.</title><content type='html'>Challenge: A habit you wished you didn't have:&lt;br /&gt;I wished I didn't procrastinate so much. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-4435691890007209064?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4435691890007209064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=4435691890007209064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/4435691890007209064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/4435691890007209064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-four.html' title='Day four.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-6902889492515209016</id><published>2010-07-12T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T20:51:01.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day three.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/TDsPa_U8ZJI/AAAAAAAAAbo/VUutbDpUC-M/s1600/cannot+see.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/TDsPa_U8ZJI/AAAAAAAAAbo/VUutbDpUC-M/s320/cannot+see.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493001126858744978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Challenge: A picture of me and my friends.&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAH! Yeah, a picture of me and friends, kinda, well, you can't argue with that can you? :D&lt;br /&gt;Have an awesome day! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-6902889492515209016?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6902889492515209016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=6902889492515209016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/6902889492515209016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/6902889492515209016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-three.html' title='Day three.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/TDsPa_U8ZJI/AAAAAAAAAbo/VUutbDpUC-M/s72-c/cannot+see.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-386497769269141695</id><published>2010-07-11T15:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T15:11:41.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day two.</title><content type='html'>Challenge: The meaning behind my blog name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;tt&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Hhhhmmm, doesn't mean anything, just thought it was a nice name. (:&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-386497769269141695?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/386497769269141695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=386497769269141695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/386497769269141695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/386497769269141695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-two.html' title='Day two.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-8484942330679407859</id><published>2010-07-10T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T22:45:46.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/TDiHMLS2_6I/AAAAAAAAAbg/ep1EAzNHv6k/s1600/shoee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/TDiHMLS2_6I/AAAAAAAAAbg/ep1EAzNHv6k/s320/shoee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492288388838391714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! The challenge was taken from Amanda btw. (:&lt;br /&gt;Challenge: Recent picture of myself and 15 interesting facts about myself.&lt;br /&gt;Recent picture of myself: they didn't specify which part, so that's my shoe up there! (:&lt;br /&gt;1. I heart strawberries!&lt;br /&gt;2. I used to play softball in primary school. (:&lt;br /&gt;3. I still love to get mail and letters from people. I don't know why, so don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;4. I love old songs. (:&lt;br /&gt;5. I follow every Glee episode shown on StarWorld. :D&lt;br /&gt;6. I heart smileyyssss. (:&lt;br /&gt;7. This is my first favourite number.&lt;br /&gt;8. I talk to God every night.&lt;br /&gt;9. I can be totally random at times.&lt;br /&gt;10. I am secretly a NINJA!&lt;br /&gt;11. Fact 10 is untrueee. (:&lt;br /&gt;12. I secretly like spams on my facebook wall. (but not of the same message.)&lt;br /&gt;13. I AM GONNA BE A TORCH BEARER FOR YOG! :D&lt;br /&gt;14. I love hot chocolate on a cold rainy day.&lt;br /&gt;15. I AM DONE WITH DAY ONE'S CHALLENGE! (:&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-8484942330679407859?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8484942330679407859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=8484942330679407859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/8484942330679407859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/8484942330679407859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-one.html' title='Day one.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/TDiHMLS2_6I/AAAAAAAAAbg/ep1EAzNHv6k/s72-c/shoee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-1258349552069968368</id><published>2010-07-10T22:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T22:28:09.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 day challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Embrace yourselves. &lt;/strong&gt;For the next 30  days, you will be let free into my life and these are some of the things  you will see: (the YOUs are changed to me, my, I, etc.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 01- A recent picture of you and 15  interesting facts about yourself&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Day 02- The meaning behind your blog name&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Day 03- A picture of you and your friends&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Day 04- A habit that you wish you didn’t have&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Day 05- A picture of somewhere you’ve been to&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Day 06- Favorite super hero and why&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Day 07- A picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on  you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Day 08- Short term goals for this month and why&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Day 09- Something you’re proud of in the past few days&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Day 10- Songs you listen to when you are Happy, Sad, Bored, Hyped,  Mad&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Day 11- Another picture of you and your friends&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Day 12- How you found out about Tumblr and why you made one&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Day 13- A letter to someone who has hurt you recently&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Day 14- A picture of you and your family&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Day 15- Put your iPod on shuffle: First 10 songs that play&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Day 16- Another picture of yourself&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Day 17- Someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and  why&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Day 18- Plans/dreams/goals you have&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Day 19- Nicknames you have; why do you have them&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Day 20- Someone you see yourself marrying/being with in the future&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Day 21- A picture of something that makes you happy&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Day 22- What makes you different from everyone else&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Day 23- Something you crave for a lot&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Day 24- A letter to your parents&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Day 25- What I would find in your bag&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Day 26- What you think about your friends&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Day 27- Why are you doing this 30 day challenge&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Day 28- A picture of you last year and now, how have you changed  since then?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Day 29- In this past month, what have you learned&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Day 30- Who are you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-1258349552069968368?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1258349552069968368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=1258349552069968368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/1258349552069968368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/1258349552069968368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/30-day-challenge.html' title='30 day challenge'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-3070624715628137830</id><published>2010-07-05T19:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T20:03:08.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Portraits of the Human Spirit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/TDHJNZJndqI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/etJBcma-j4o/s1600/1A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/TDHJNZJndqI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/etJBcma-j4o/s320/1A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490390652668049058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am currently doing research for my english homework.&lt;br /&gt;And my mum showed me this website and so far it's been so inspirational for me.&lt;br /&gt;It talks about stories of people, very very ordinary who seem so extra ordinary by fighting all their struggles in life; with their human spirits. (:&lt;br /&gt;The one I can relate to most?&lt;br /&gt;Glenroy: An olympic gold medalist.&lt;br /&gt;He's starting to give me a new reason to run again.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a lil' about his story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you ask any athlete what they feel when they’re running a race, they’ll tell you “nothing.” For some people it’s like a hissing sound. For me it’s like that wind going by your ears. It’s an amazing, amazing feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to be relaxed and let your talent come out, you have to be focused and calm. You can’t be angry. If you’re angry, you’re running with all this tension across the top. It’s the fluid person who runs well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you’re out there waiting for the gun to go, you feel your heart beating. All the energy is loaded like a spring. You’re standing there … your quads feel as though they’re shutting off, numb. Everything is going through your mind at once … What if? … What if?&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the gun goes, all that stops. For a second you’re a tormented individual, your mouth is dry, you’re sweating profusely, and you’re constantly hitting yourself to keep awake. You’re pacing back and forth just to wake yourself up. Your knees are weak. It’s like the fear makes you feel weak. But once the gun goes off, it’s silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hear complete silence, and now you’re just working on reflexes. You’re going towards one target. And then you come out of it, and you watch the replay screen to see the rest of the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s like you were outside of yourself; someone else ran the race. It comes back to you once you finish the race. That’s when you know you’re running. If you can hear the crowd, you obviously aren’t running fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he describes perfectly how I feel sometimes. If you wanna read more go here: http://www.portraitsofthehumanspirit.com/main2.html&lt;br /&gt;Life's so beautifully precious, I hope people realize that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-3070624715628137830?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3070624715628137830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=3070624715628137830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/3070624715628137830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/3070624715628137830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/portraits-of-human-spirit.html' title='Portraits of the Human Spirit.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/TDHJNZJndqI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/etJBcma-j4o/s72-c/1A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-2980617076262621558</id><published>2010-07-02T21:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T20:03:36.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A beautiful exchange.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/TC3lVYzxE_I/AAAAAAAAAbI/cKe8uckA_zE/s1600/03062010_142816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/TC3lVYzxE_I/AAAAAAAAAbI/cKe8uckA_zE/s320/03062010_142816.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489295676434093042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First picture posted up after sucha long long time. :P&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, cross country was pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't ran cross country in like sucha long long time.&lt;br /&gt;Came in like 4th for our level.&lt;br /&gt;Better than I expected, it was calming running like that again. (:&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after that, went to watch Letters to Juliet with the trackers and CRIED, but laughed a whole lot. :P&lt;br /&gt;I heart todayy. (:&lt;br /&gt;What a day to feel so alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-2980617076262621558?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2980617076262621558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=2980617076262621558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/2980617076262621558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/2980617076262621558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/beautiful-exchange.html' title='A beautiful exchange.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/TC3lVYzxE_I/AAAAAAAAAbI/cKe8uckA_zE/s72-c/03062010_142816.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-6381540403278381929</id><published>2010-07-01T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T20:37:41.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But you are the greatest thing about me.</title><content type='html'>Heyyy! (:&lt;br /&gt;I've got inter-school cross country tomorrow! :O&lt;br /&gt;Really, extremely scareddd!!!&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck guys, I'm gonna run my best and do my house PROUD! Hahaha, (:&lt;br /&gt;After the 3km, I'd still have to do 4km though for training, but nevermind, running calms me. (:&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, life's been pretty good actually, even though am still into the first week of school.&lt;br /&gt;Things are looking up, and even if they don't, I'll keep my head up.&lt;br /&gt;I'll promise to try to blog more soon!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, CONGRATS to everyone who survived the week this week! (((:&lt;br /&gt;There's always something to smile about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-6381540403278381929?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6381540403278381929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=6381540403278381929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/6381540403278381929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/6381540403278381929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/but-you-are-greatest-thing-about-me.html' title='But you are the greatest thing about me.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-668019870847377505</id><published>2010-06-24T10:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T10:28:08.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glad that we made it here alive.</title><content type='html'>Helloooo! (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm so very sorry for like not updating in ages.&lt;br /&gt;Been lazy + busy = a dead blog.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, NEWS FLASH(caps) I noticed my blogskin doesn't allow caps. ): Anyways, I'VE BEEN CHOOSEN TO BE A TORCHBEARER FOR YOG!!!! :D (caps again)&lt;br /&gt;Ain't that just totally awesomely cool? (((:&lt;br /&gt;Guess it's kinda been my dream since forever to be a torch bearer. (:&lt;br /&gt;Heh, kay guys, I hereby declare that you can slap me for not updating my blog for a long time, the next time I do it, unless, valid reason! :P&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH! Hhhhhmmmmm, I shall change my blogskin soon. (:&lt;br /&gt;And ermm, long time meaning like 4weeks? Yes. (:&lt;br /&gt;Kay kayy, I gotta go now. (:&lt;br /&gt;Love you, littlepeopleoftheworld! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-668019870847377505?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/668019870847377505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=668019870847377505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/668019870847377505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/668019870847377505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/glad-that-we-made-it-here-alive.html' title='Glad that we made it here alive.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-834886982315641297</id><published>2010-06-17T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T22:05:14.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful for every scar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;                     &lt;span class="actions"&gt;&lt;div&gt;       &lt;a id="status_star_16389323586" class="fav-action non-fav" title="favorite this tweet"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;I found, up until now, I'm  grateful for every tear that pain brought, cause I learnt to be stronger  with each one. (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm just think of how fortunate I actually am. I mean what I have, is so much more than what a poor kid in some other place in the world has.&lt;br /&gt;I love having what I have. And often then not, I believe I'm thankful for them. Just somedays, being human, I forget to thank God.&lt;br /&gt;And then from there, it kinda gets worse? Because often, I forget to thank God for the things I have when things in life go wrong, and so I start being very negative. But you know what? I think God's really really great and forgiving, I mean just when I think I can't go on with life anymore, it's like he pulls me up to my feet and I'm picking up everything again.&lt;br /&gt;And honestly, I don't think I'd get tired of this whole tedious process. I mean, I love God and I believe, he puts everything in play just for you, and all you gotta do is decide. And I don't know, but I like the pain sometimes, cause it's always made me stronger than I was before.&lt;br /&gt;I hope there's something you guys can look up to and be happy about for this week. Have an awesome day. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess I'm starting to find my inspiration back again. It's always been God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-834886982315641297?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/834886982315641297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=834886982315641297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/834886982315641297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/834886982315641297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/grateful-for-every-scar.html' title='Grateful for every scar.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-3457499700400272646</id><published>2010-06-11T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T22:23:56.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Die.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MY BLOG IS DEAD. ):&lt;br /&gt;HOW?&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO BLOG ABOUTTTT.&lt;br /&gt;I SHOULD POST PICTURES BUT I'M LAZY. HAHAHAHA. (:&lt;br /&gt;Go to my tumblr oneeee, it's better. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-3457499700400272646?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3457499700400272646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=3457499700400272646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/3457499700400272646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/3457499700400272646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/die.html' title='Die.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-3936628759494513171</id><published>2010-06-04T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T20:44:40.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventure's out there.</title><content type='html'>I'm watching UP again for the second time.&lt;br /&gt;It's a real nice movie. (:&lt;br /&gt;Makes you feel as if nothing's impossible.&lt;br /&gt;And it's a really beautiful show about the old man's love about his wife.&lt;br /&gt;And even after her passing he still treasures his house in memory of his wife. (:&lt;br /&gt;It's a really sweet and funny and cute movie.&lt;br /&gt;And I really love it. (:&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone should watch it! (:&lt;br /&gt;If you need anyone to watch it with, I'd be glad to watch it with you!!! And I promise I won't spoil anything. (:&lt;br /&gt;BUAI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-3936628759494513171?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3936628759494513171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=3936628759494513171' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/3936628759494513171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/3936628759494513171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/adventures-out-there.html' title='Adventure&apos;s out there.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-916532241751248696</id><published>2010-06-02T22:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T22:40:30.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrified.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You by the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Is the greatest find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In a world full of wrong you're the thing that's right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Finally made it through the lonely to the other side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You said it again my heart's in motion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Every word feels like a shooting star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm at the edge of my emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Watching the shadows burning in the dark,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I'm in love and I'm terrified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For the first time in the last time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In my only life.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this song stuck in my headd.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, but it's a nice song. (:&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying the holidays?&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am. (:&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm just happy to be alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-916532241751248696?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/916532241751248696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=916532241751248696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/916532241751248696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/916532241751248696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/terrified.html' title='Terrified.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-634671778465200238</id><published>2010-06-01T09:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T09:58:09.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't mind spending everyday, out in your corner in the pouring rain.</title><content type='html'>I'm getting better everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I'll move on, like you did.&lt;br /&gt;But it's not gonna be as easy as you make it seem.&lt;br /&gt;But I still treasure our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;It's precious like diamonds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-634671778465200238?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/634671778465200238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=634671778465200238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/634671778465200238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/634671778465200238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-dont-mind-spending-everyday-out-in.html' title='I don&apos;t mind spending everyday, out in your corner in the pouring rain.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-1900793438456339657</id><published>2010-05-25T21:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T21:59:39.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and I all really want is you to stick around.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="long"&gt;"There are things we easily forget. People we think  are easily replaceable.&lt;br /&gt;Relationships we throw away because we think  it’s not worth our time &amp;amp; effort.&lt;br /&gt;And then there are those that we  can’t let go of at all, no matter how bad the memories were.&lt;br /&gt;We hang  onto them because when all is said and done; when people leave &amp;amp;  relationships weaken, memories are all we would ever have."&lt;br /&gt;I hope you think about this.&lt;br /&gt;With everyday we're not talking, I pray that you're safe, and I hope to move on.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know it's the least I can do for now.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that I'll learn to be happy, with or without you.&lt;br /&gt;And, I hope you're happy too.&lt;br /&gt;But life, gets better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-1900793438456339657?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1900793438456339657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=1900793438456339657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/1900793438456339657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/1900793438456339657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-and-all-really-want-is-you-to-stick.html' title='and I all really want is you to stick around.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-3849698688514029255</id><published>2010-05-24T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T20:53:27.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We won't say our goodbyes, you know it's better that way.</title><content type='html'>Life, gets better.&lt;br /&gt;It eventually always does.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm glad. Cause I know God loves us too much.&lt;br /&gt;Things are starting to look up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna smile again.&lt;br /&gt;And it'll be much much easier.&lt;br /&gt;I guess, I learn that good things, do come out from bad things.&lt;br /&gt;You just gotta be positive, once in awhile and persevere.&lt;br /&gt;To people who've had a bad day, I hope you learn to look on the brighter side of life. (:&lt;br /&gt;Here's to being alive and well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-3849698688514029255?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3849698688514029255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=3849698688514029255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/3849698688514029255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/3849698688514029255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/we-wont-say-our-goodbyes-you-know-its.html' title='We won&apos;t say our goodbyes, you know it&apos;s better that way.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-2437663097413595778</id><published>2010-05-21T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T11:17:58.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time can tear you apart, but it won't break anything that you are.</title><content type='html'>I feel like I've been making so many big mistakes that make everyone's life so difficult and unfortunate.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bad.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like shit.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;But I feel like if I get close to anyone now,it'll just kill them or something.&lt;br /&gt;And saying sorry doesn't heal anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Everything I touch dies.&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope everyone else is with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-2437663097413595778?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2437663097413595778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=2437663097413595778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/2437663097413595778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/2437663097413595778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/time-can-tear-you-apart-but-it-wont.html' title='Time can tear you apart, but it won&apos;t break anything that you are.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-2103607954245492230</id><published>2010-05-20T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T22:14:57.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I still care about you.</title><content type='html'>Honestly, I don't care if you read this or not.&lt;br /&gt;You can read this and tell everyone of your friends that you have left.&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead. You can make them hate me too. Let them join the club.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of trying.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of your endless daggers and knives that you throw at us.&lt;br /&gt;I'm honestly tired of putting a fight with you.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you could stop.&lt;br /&gt;I wish the fighting wears you down enough for you to think.&lt;br /&gt;To think if it's worth throwing everyone away, or at least the ones who care most about you.&lt;br /&gt;I know you still have problems with your family and stuff, and we'll be here, if only you let us in.&lt;br /&gt;But if this is the way you handle your problems, by throwing away everyone, then fine, it's alright with me, you are you now and I cannot change that.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope you realize that people are not who you take them as, people are not like the cruel, mean, hurting, hateful, selfish people you picture them as.&lt;br /&gt;But so many of them are so beautiful, so nice, so caring, so wonderful and everything that revolves around the word good. I hope you realize that the World is beautiful just as God made it. And I hope you realize that God is indeed good.&lt;br /&gt;With this, I'm not looking back. And, no I think you're just holding in the tears you cannot hold, and changing it into your anger and hate.&lt;br /&gt;Although crying isn't being weak, you think fighting the tears back is being strong.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm telling you it's not. Because holding anger is poison and it eats you from the inside.&lt;br /&gt;You think hatred is a weapon you can use against the people who hurt you but hatred is a curved blade. The harm you do, you do to yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-2103607954245492230?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2103607954245492230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=2103607954245492230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/2103607954245492230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/2103607954245492230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-still-care-about-you.html' title='I still care about you.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-8080189496586117525</id><published>2010-05-15T19:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T19:28:38.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You used to lean on me, the only other choice was falling down.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever looked at a person in the eye or looked at a picture of someone close to you, and realized that you don't know them anymore?&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's how I feel like, whenever I see you.&lt;br /&gt;And I feel extremely sad that I don't know you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the feeling of losing someone who was so close to me.&lt;br /&gt;I hate being able to look at you and feel like I can't tell who you are anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to graduate from school at the end of the 4 years and look back and be reminded of you and feel sad.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to graduate from school without actually trying to make things with you better.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for everything.&lt;br /&gt;And I love you no matter what, even though I may not know you now, I still do know that you care.&lt;br /&gt;I pray for you everyday and I pray for myself, to accept the change.&lt;br /&gt;I don't expect you to instantly come back to us and talk to us, but I hope at least that you will accept us too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-8080189496586117525?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-5032315375865915041</id><published>2010-05-14T20:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T20:18:54.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More beautiful you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.tangle.com/flash/swf/flvplayer.swf" flashvars="viewkey=15fa570bb4178227e83b" wmode="transparent" quality="high" name="tangle" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="330" align="middle" height="270"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posting this song again in the hope that one day, everyone will realize what beauty they each have in themselves.&lt;br /&gt;So here's to finding the true beauty in ourselves one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-5032315375865915041?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5032315375865915041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=5032315375865915041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/5032315375865915041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/5032315375865915041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/more-beautiful-you.html' title='More beautiful you.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-5643377341482146212</id><published>2010-05-12T20:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T20:12:23.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New.</title><content type='html'>Went to CJC for a road relay after our last paper; art today.&lt;br /&gt;Ran 1.8km, came in second, pretty good since none of us really trained at all.&lt;br /&gt;I guess winning was good today.&lt;br /&gt;For all of us.&lt;br /&gt;Like it kind of brought us together again.&lt;br /&gt;Like winning was something to make us celebrate today.&lt;br /&gt;Times like these, winning is the happiest feeling on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad we won, cause it was the first and last of the year.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord, for giving my feet wings that I may fly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-5643377341482146212?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5643377341482146212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=5643377341482146212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/5643377341482146212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/5643377341482146212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/new.html' title='New.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-6944667552834757572</id><published>2010-05-08T22:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T22:22:48.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Endless Love.</title><content type='html'>This post is dedicated to all Mothers, on the eve of Mother's day.&lt;br /&gt;But most of all this post is dedicated to my very own, special mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear mum,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for sacrificing everything you have, your time, your money, your friends, everything.&lt;br /&gt;Since the day I was conceived in your womb, you already sacrificed many things for me.&lt;br /&gt;And, I know, since the day I was born, I kind of dragged you down and age caught up on you, but you'll always be beautiful and young to me.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being there for me, for challenging me and for pushing me on.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving me for who I am no matter what decisions I make.&lt;br /&gt;And I know that I am not the very best daughter you could have because of my laziness and stubborn-ness at times.&lt;br /&gt;So thank you for putting up with that, you're the best mum in the world. Really.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't wish for a better mum if I could.&lt;br /&gt;And I thank God everyday for you.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you read this and it puts a smile on your face.&lt;br /&gt;Even though, you deserve more than this, much much more.&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry I cannot give you much and never in a million years I could repay you in all your love and kindness.&lt;br /&gt;But I can only hope that I will be a good enough daughter to make up for everything.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy your day tomorrow cause you really deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;And Happy Mother's Day,&lt;br /&gt;Clara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-6944667552834757572?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6944667552834757572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=6944667552834757572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/6944667552834757572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/6944667552834757572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/endless-love.html' title='Endless Love.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-3543411671963364451</id><published>2010-05-07T17:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T18:07:31.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happpyyyye.</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know I sound like I'm kinda boasting or something about having a fish eye lens.&lt;br /&gt;But....&lt;br /&gt;MY FISH EYE LENS FINALLY CAME IN THE MAIL! OMA*! (:&lt;br /&gt;OMA! (:&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH! (:&lt;br /&gt;Too bad my black slim devil's spoilt though. ):&lt;br /&gt;Sighhh, well, I'd better get it fixed up in a jiffy.&lt;br /&gt;YAY to the new fish eye lens! (:&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHHEHEHHEHEH.&lt;br /&gt;Next camera in sight:&lt;br /&gt;Black Bird Fly. (:&lt;br /&gt;But that's only when I get used to my fisheye lens and and then I'll get it.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I seem like I'm so materialistic cause I keep wanting more and more cameras.&lt;br /&gt;But I just want to be exposed to different types of them so that I can be good at taking them and when someone asks me about photography, I can explain all the different types of cameras to them and stuff. So that next time I won't sound like a nooob at what I likee to do.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. (: YAY, happpy happpy. (:&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU MUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;I GOT A LOVELY PRESENT FOR YOU FOR MOTHER'S DAY! (: I HOPE YOU LIKE IT! (:&lt;br /&gt;Happy weekend peopleee.&lt;br /&gt;Peaceeee.&lt;br /&gt;*OMA: Oh My Allah. (:&lt;br /&gt;Since I learnt in cath class that saying Oh My God is a sin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-3543411671963364451?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3543411671963364451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=3543411671963364451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/3543411671963364451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/3543411671963364451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/happpyyyye.html' title='Happpyyyye.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-5098212427770474903</id><published>2010-05-03T07:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T13:40:31.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mysister'skeeper.</title><content type='html'>I watched my sister's keeper yesterday cause I got the CD.&lt;br /&gt;And I just realized how beautiful the girl in the movie who had cancer was.&lt;br /&gt;I mean she was really really beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;I admire that type of beauty.&lt;br /&gt;It's like she's got cancer but she still cares so much about her family and she put them before herself.&lt;br /&gt;It's a really nice movie.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't read the book but I bet it's awesome too, if not better. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-5098212427770474903?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5098212427770474903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=5098212427770474903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/5098212427770474903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/5098212427770474903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/mysisterskeeper.html' title='Mysister&apos;skeeper.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-4308262003264112249</id><published>2010-05-01T16:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T16:22:53.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful.</title><content type='html'>This new blog skin just made me contemplate on what beauty is.&lt;br /&gt;Well, so I searched upon the definition of the word and the first meaning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;-the&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;quality&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;present&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;person&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;gives&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;intense&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;pleasure&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;deep&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;satisfaction&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;mind,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;arising&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;sensory&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;manifestations&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;(as&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;shape,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;color,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;sound,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;etc.),&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;meaningful&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;design&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;pattern,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;else&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;(as&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;personality&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;which&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;high&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;spiritual&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;qualities&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;manifest).&lt;br /&gt;Then the second one went: A beautiful person.&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I think the World distorts the true meaning of being beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone thinks that being beautiful has to mean that you have to be thin and pretty.&lt;br /&gt;You have to look this certain way.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful only when you've made it to the magazine covers.&lt;br /&gt;It's like no one really truly sees the beauty that we all have within us.&lt;br /&gt;Y'know, that special beauty that's all different in everyone of us because God made us that way?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope someday, people with low self-esteem who don't find themselves beautiful will one day find it in the eyes of someone special.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that someone will point it out to them and I hope they will see it and believe in it.&lt;br /&gt;Here's to being beautiful on the inside. (:&lt;br /&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/204912455456479000-4308262003264112249?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4308262003264112249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=4308262003264112249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/4308262003264112249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/4308262003264112249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/beautiful.html' title='Beautiful.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-2963191362653149892</id><published>2010-04-30T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T22:33:45.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Newwww.</title><content type='html'>Heyyyy guys! (:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, I think no one reads my blog now cause it's so dead and boring.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry for not updating, I guess you kinda figured my life's quite mundane?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can't sleep now, so I've resorted to blogging! YAY! Even though it's exam period, BOO.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, mainly cause I slept for 3 hours just now and drank a whole bottle of coke.&lt;br /&gt;Sort of on a sugar highh. Thus the CAPITAL LETTERS.&lt;br /&gt;WHEEEEEHEHEHHEEHE. (:&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I promise you guys that will change everything here as soon as the exams are over! (:&lt;br /&gt;I'll see y'all realll soon. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-2963191362653149892?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2963191362653149892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=2963191362653149892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/2963191362653149892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/2963191362653149892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/newwww.html' title='Newwww.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-2450126279057619084</id><published>2010-04-24T12:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T12:50:20.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopefullythehatesubsidesandthelovecanbegin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think: I’m not  going to make it, I just can’t do it today. I’m too tired, too  emotional, too worn out, too run down and feel like a complete and utter  miserable wreck. But you laugh inside as you drag your sorry self to  the kitchen ; remembering all the times you’ve felt that  way and still made it through."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXAM period. STUDDYYY! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-2450126279057619084?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2450126279057619084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=2450126279057619084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/2450126279057619084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/2450126279057619084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/hopefullythehatesubsidesandthelovecanbe.html' title='Hopefullythehatesubsidesandthelovecanbegin.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-8421042609380812120</id><published>2010-04-09T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T23:30:46.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice.</title><content type='html'>Heyy, sorry I haven't been blogging for a longgg time.&lt;br /&gt;Recently been having my Nationals.&lt;br /&gt;Been in for competitions the whole week. SUPPERR TIRED.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Lent has been a really trying time for me.&lt;br /&gt;And now it's Easter and it hasn't exactly got better.&lt;br /&gt;But I just came here to like blog about something that made me smile a whole lot.&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's really really true, that we should do it everytime, everyday. (:&lt;br /&gt;"Happy moments, praise God.&lt;br /&gt;Difficult moments, trust God.&lt;br /&gt;Quiet moments, worship God.&lt;br /&gt;Painful moments, seek God.&lt;br /&gt;Every moment, thank God."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-8421042609380812120?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8421042609380812120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=8421042609380812120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/8421042609380812120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/8421042609380812120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/nice.html' title='Nice.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-7085585164187927144</id><published>2010-03-31T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T21:53:40.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothinglikelove.</title><content type='html'>Dear bestfriend, (I still consider you my best friend, yes. I love you, that much.)&lt;br /&gt;I hate to say this, but it's sad that you're the person I know, who became the person I knew.&lt;br /&gt;And please know that I don't hate you, I'm just disappointed that you turned into everything you said you'd never be.&lt;br /&gt;You know we miss you.&lt;br /&gt;And I know you'd probably never going to see this, but I just want you to know, that we'll stand by you no matter what, and yes, we still love you.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm just posting this in any hopeful occurrence that you might come here to read what I type. It's like my only way of communication to you now I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Since, I know, you're just going to ignore and stare at any of us now that we're not really on your friends list, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I could know why you're feeling this way. You give me 24-hours of free time, some hot chocolate and I'll be prepared to listen to you, anything, just name it.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could make you happy with a push of a button. I hate to see you sad. I guess, I can push that button, since you're not happy with me around, I guess, the button is to stay away from you? It's just sad that I'm the cause of your sadness or anger?&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't like it when people change. It's like you have no sense of who they are anymore, what they mean to you and your memories with them, just feel like wasted time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-7085585164187927144?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7085585164187927144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=7085585164187927144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/7085585164187927144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/7085585164187927144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/nothinglikelove.html' title='Nothinglikelove.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-5783290692763728636</id><published>2010-03-20T10:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T10:21:05.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain.</title><content type='html'>It's been raining alot recently and it made me realize how much I really love it when it rains.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because it calms me down.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because when I watch the rain falling, it fascinates me.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because I like the warm feeling of being at home when it rains and you can just stare at the rain forever.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe because I've had the fondest of memories playing in the rain with my childhood best friends, having nothing in the world to care about.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if anyone else would feel the same as I do, but I love the rain in every way.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, not really downpours, but just light and soft rains that seem to go on forever.&lt;br /&gt;I like the rain.&lt;br /&gt;It's like the whole world gets washed off it's unclean things and can start a fresh again.&lt;br /&gt;Just like how God forgives us.&lt;br /&gt;And the rain is also like a cycle.&lt;br /&gt;A cycle of water going up into the sky and then pouring back down again.&lt;br /&gt;Like how God can give and take. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-5783290692763728636?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5783290692763728636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=5783290692763728636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/5783290692763728636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/5783290692763728636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/rain.html' title='Rain.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-239398652339136743</id><published>2010-03-18T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T20:58:17.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beliefattheendoftheday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"Today i saw this cute old couple walking up a hill&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The husband looked at the wife and said, "Race you!" They both started  running as fast as they could. When the husband realized he was winning,  he stopped and pretended to tie his shoe so his wife could win. He even  got a kiss for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Love, no matter the age, GMH!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;HAHA, love like this is amazingly cute. (:&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to post this, just for some cheering up.&lt;br /&gt;Cause, you may never know if there might be someone out there, who needs some cheering up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-239398652339136743?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/239398652339136743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=239398652339136743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/239398652339136743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/239398652339136743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/beliefattheendoftheday.html' title='Beliefattheendoftheday.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-2978034153765208621</id><published>2010-03-16T09:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T10:00:57.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stayhungry.Stayfoolish.</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! (:&lt;br /&gt;See? I'm blogging. Heh, let's just hope God forgives me, am fighting the urge to go on facebook and tumblr now, since I'm on blogger. RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;HEH. Anyways, just wanted to share with you guys this interesting email I got:&lt;br /&gt;(It's long, but worth the time reading. This guy created Mac and Pixar!)&lt;br /&gt;Steve Jobs' Convocation Speech (Stanford)&lt;br /&gt;Delivered 12 June 2005, Stanford University, Palo Alto, CA&lt;br /&gt;I'm honored to be with you today for your commencement from one of the finest&lt;br /&gt;universities in the world. Truth be told, I never graduated from college, and this is the&lt;br /&gt;closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today, I want to tell you three stories&lt;br /&gt;from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.&lt;br /&gt;The first story is about connecting the dots. I dropped out of Reed College after the&lt;br /&gt;first six months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so&lt;br /&gt;before I really quit. So why did I drop out?&lt;br /&gt;It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed graduate&lt;br /&gt;student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I&lt;br /&gt;should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl.&lt;br /&gt;So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking,&lt;br /&gt;"We've got an unexpected baby boy; Do you want him?" They said, "Of course." My&lt;br /&gt;biological mother found out later that my mother had never graduated from college&lt;br /&gt;and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the&lt;br /&gt;final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents&lt;br /&gt;promised that I would go to college. This was the start in my life.&lt;br /&gt;And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as&lt;br /&gt;expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent&lt;br /&gt;on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea&lt;br /&gt;what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure&lt;br /&gt;it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire&lt;br /&gt;life.&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out okay. It was pretty scary&lt;br /&gt;at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute&lt;br /&gt;I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and&lt;br /&gt;begin dropping in on the ones that looked far more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends'&lt;br /&gt;rooms. I returned coke bottles for the five cent deposits to buy food with, and I would&lt;br /&gt;walk the seven miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at&lt;br /&gt;the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following&lt;br /&gt;my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on.&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you one example:&lt;br /&gt;Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the&lt;br /&gt;country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was&lt;br /&gt;beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the&lt;br /&gt;normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned&lt;br /&gt;about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between&lt;br /&gt;different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was&lt;br /&gt;beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found&lt;br /&gt;it fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years&lt;br /&gt;later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me.&lt;br /&gt;And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful&lt;br /&gt;typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the "Mac"&lt;br /&gt;would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since&lt;br /&gt;Windows just copied the Mac, it's likely that no personal computer would have them.&lt;br /&gt;If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on that calligraphy class,&lt;br /&gt;and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of&lt;br /&gt;course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college.&lt;br /&gt;But it was very, very clear looking backwards 10 years later.&lt;br /&gt;Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them&lt;br /&gt;looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your&lt;br /&gt;future. You have to trust in something your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever&lt;br /&gt;because believing that the dots will connect down the road will give you the&lt;br /&gt;confidence to follow your heart, even when it leads you off the wellworn path, and&lt;br /&gt;that will make all the difference.&lt;br /&gt;My second story is about love and loss.&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz¹ and I started Apple in my&lt;br /&gt;parents' garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown&lt;br /&gt;from just the two of us in a garage into a two billion dollar company with over 4000&lt;br /&gt;employees. We'd just released our finest creation the Macintosh a year earlier, and I&lt;br /&gt;had just turned 30.&lt;br /&gt;And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as&lt;br /&gt;Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company&lt;br /&gt;with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the&lt;br /&gt;future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board&lt;br /&gt;of Directors sided with him. And so at 30, I was out. And very publicly out. What had&lt;br /&gt;been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous&lt;br /&gt;generation of entrepreneurs down --that I had dropped the baton as it was being&lt;br /&gt;passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for&lt;br /&gt;screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running&lt;br /&gt;away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me: I still loved what I&lt;br /&gt;did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but&lt;br /&gt;I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing&lt;br /&gt;that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to&lt;br /&gt;enter one of the most creative periods of my life.&lt;br /&gt;During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT; another company&lt;br /&gt;named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife.&lt;br /&gt;Pixar went on to create the world's first computer animated feature film, Toy Story,&lt;br /&gt;and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of&lt;br /&gt;events, Apple bought NeXT, and I retuned to Apple, and the technology we&lt;br /&gt;developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I&lt;br /&gt;have a wonderful family together.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It&lt;br /&gt;was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometime life&lt;br /&gt;sometimes life's going to hit you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm&lt;br /&gt;convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've&lt;br /&gt;got to find what you love.&lt;br /&gt;And that is as true for work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large&lt;br /&gt;part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is&lt;br /&gt;great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't&lt;br /&gt;found it yet, keep looking and --don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll&lt;br /&gt;know when you find it. And like any great relationship, it just gets better and better&lt;br /&gt;as the years roll on. So keep looking don't settle.&lt;br /&gt;My third story is about death.&lt;br /&gt;When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it&lt;br /&gt;was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me,&lt;br /&gt;and since then, for the past 33 years, I've looked in the mirror every morning and&lt;br /&gt;asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am&lt;br /&gt;about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a&lt;br /&gt;row, I know I need to change something.&lt;br /&gt;Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered&lt;br /&gt;to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything all external&lt;br /&gt;expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure these things just fall away&lt;br /&gt;in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are&lt;br /&gt;going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something&lt;br /&gt;to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.&lt;br /&gt;About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas&lt;br /&gt;was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable,&lt;br /&gt;and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised&lt;br /&gt;me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for "prepare to die."&lt;br /&gt;It means to try and tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10&lt;br /&gt;years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned&lt;br /&gt;up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck&lt;br /&gt;an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach into my intestines, put a needle&lt;br /&gt;into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who&lt;br /&gt;was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors&lt;br /&gt;started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is&lt;br /&gt;curable with surgery. I had the surgery and, thankfully, I'm fine now.&lt;br /&gt;This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope it's the closest I get for a few&lt;br /&gt;more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more&lt;br /&gt;certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept: No one wants&lt;br /&gt;to die.&lt;br /&gt;Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death&lt;br /&gt;is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be,&lt;br /&gt;because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It's Life's change agent.&lt;br /&gt;It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday&lt;br /&gt;not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry&lt;br /&gt;to be so dramatic, but it's quite true.&lt;br /&gt;Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by&lt;br /&gt;dogma which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise&lt;br /&gt;of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice.&lt;br /&gt;And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They&lt;br /&gt;somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.&lt;br /&gt;When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth&lt;br /&gt;Catalogue, which was one of the "bibles" of my generation. It was created by a fellow&lt;br /&gt;named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with&lt;br /&gt;his poetic touch. This was in the late 60s, before personal computers and desktop&lt;br /&gt;publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and Polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along. It was idealistic, overflowing with neat tools and great notions.&lt;br /&gt;Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then&lt;br /&gt;when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid1970s, and I was&lt;br /&gt;your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning&lt;br /&gt;country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so&lt;br /&gt;adventurous. Beneath it were the words:&lt;br /&gt;"Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay&lt;br /&gt;Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I've always wished that for myself. And now, as you&lt;br /&gt;graduate to begin a new, I wish that for you.&lt;br /&gt;Stay Hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Stay Foolish.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-2978034153765208621?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2978034153765208621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=2978034153765208621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/2978034153765208621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/2978034153765208621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/stayhungrystayfoolish.html' title='Stayhungry.Stayfoolish.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-2339231855883647310</id><published>2010-03-14T18:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T09:49:59.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/S5y7vr7G9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/vNsr3CyyYec/s1600-h/14022010_111016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/S5y7vr7G9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/vNsr3CyyYec/s320/14022010_111016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448436077130347730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys, sorry I've not been blogging much.&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifice for lent is not going on the computer on weekdays.&lt;br /&gt;And recently during the weekends, been having many many competitions lately.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, last Tuesday, my tuition teacher just made me reflect alot about what I've been doing.&lt;br /&gt;He said that in our life, we go through this studying cycle.&lt;br /&gt;Like not only in study really, in life in general.&lt;br /&gt;Like we aren't used to changes, we never like it.&lt;br /&gt;He said we always have this study cycle, that like we either always fail and keep failing, or succeed and keep succeeding.&lt;br /&gt;Until suddenly something changes, like someone says it's okay to fail and you keep failing.&lt;br /&gt;He said, it's time to change, to start doing something different and change the cycle.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, hope I'm able to do that.&lt;br /&gt;I need to do well.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all I have for y'all today.&lt;br /&gt;The picture is of my lovely grandaddy! (: Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he cute? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Have a good week! Might be blogging during the hols?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-2339231855883647310?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2339231855883647310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=2339231855883647310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/2339231855883647310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/2339231855883647310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/change.html' title='Change.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/S5y7vr7G9NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/vNsr3CyyYec/s72-c/14022010_111016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-1960299463309401137</id><published>2010-03-07T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T21:26:20.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thestruggle.</title><content type='html'>I wish I could say we won.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say all the good things about today.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could bring myself to be happy about what happened.&lt;br /&gt;But truth is I can't.&lt;br /&gt;But one day, when I look back at this, I know I'll be able to smile and say, we fell that day, but I think that's what made us each stronger in every aspect of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we all learnt to fly that day.&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, I guess, I can say, I'm happy for the tears, cause through the tears we've shared as a team, I found the strength we've held on to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is not the triumph but the struggle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-1960299463309401137?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1960299463309401137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=1960299463309401137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/1960299463309401137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/1960299463309401137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/thestruggle.html' title='Thestruggle.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-3032099939570720388</id><published>2010-02-27T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T22:37:57.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iloveyoumoredaily.</title><content type='html'>Dear best friend,&lt;br /&gt;I love you more daily.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you could see yourself the way I see you and wish you could love youself the way I love you.&lt;br /&gt;And above all, I wish your life is everything you deserve because in my opinion, you deserve the world.&lt;br /&gt;I will always stand by you forever, my heart will always belong to you.&lt;br /&gt;Love always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-3032099939570720388?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3032099939570720388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=3032099939570720388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/3032099939570720388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/3032099939570720388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/iloveyoumoredaily.html' title='Iloveyoumoredaily.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-9126659068049171743</id><published>2010-02-21T13:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T13:39:09.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iwannadosomethinggood.</title><content type='html'>For lent this year, I've decided I want to do something good.&lt;br /&gt;Different good.&lt;br /&gt;As in, good in every aspect in life.&lt;br /&gt;Or try to.&lt;br /&gt;After having heard a real life story last night.&lt;br /&gt;Really made me question my exsistence here on earth, really.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my neighbour was shopping for groceries one day and he and his wife met this young man who couldn't walk properly.&lt;br /&gt;So out of kindness and sympathy towards to boy, they gave him a lift home and helped him carry his stuff to his house.&lt;br /&gt;On the ride to his house, they got to know him better.&lt;br /&gt;And he actually could walk normally before, only just recently did he start to feel the pain in his legs.&lt;br /&gt;He says he suspects that it was because his mother had always used to abuse him because she was in a state of depression when her husband died.&lt;br /&gt;But all the doctors claimed it was something else.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this guy, actually found out on his own that he was actually adopted but he wasn't angry at his mother.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, he always took great care of her like she was his real mother.&lt;br /&gt;Whereas, the real children of the mother didn't even bother to come visit her or take care of her.&lt;br /&gt;Breaks my heart to hear this, but the adopted son really gave me hope.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, for lent this year, I'm determined to do something good.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe small stuff, but probably lots of small good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a servant of the lord. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-9126659068049171743?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9126659068049171743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=9126659068049171743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/9126659068049171743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/9126659068049171743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/iwannadosomethinggood.html' title='Iwannadosomethinggood.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-6074506057084497432</id><published>2010-02-18T21:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T21:55:32.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loveissacrifice.</title><content type='html'>I know, I made a sacrifice for lent not to go on the computer and go on facebook and all these blogs and games and stuff, but I just HAVE to HAVE to blog this here, right now.&lt;br /&gt;My friend gave me a late birthday present just today, it was a powerpoint.&lt;br /&gt;Something small you would expect?&lt;br /&gt;But I could tell she put in A TON of effort in it.&lt;br /&gt;Think it took her more than a week maybe?&lt;br /&gt;I mean there weren't like a thousand and one slides on it but like that didn't matter anyways.&lt;br /&gt;She really made everything from her heart.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever she typed onto the powerpoint and all the pictures really brought back fond memories of being with her and a few others.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, it's sad to say that we've changed and time and space have brought us a little apart, but I think I still can proudly say that the whole bunch of them are still my best friends and they have a place in my heart always.&lt;br /&gt;Always and forever.&lt;br /&gt;It amazes me though, how I kinda forgot all those little memories she mentioned in the slides and when I read through them, it was like I was reliving those days with them, again.&lt;br /&gt;It almost made me cry, teared a little in fact.&lt;br /&gt;But it definitely made my day.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Zen Juen.&lt;br /&gt;I love you a whole whole big lot!&lt;br /&gt;Clara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-6074506057084497432?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6074506057084497432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=6074506057084497432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/6074506057084497432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/6074506057084497432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/loveissacrifice.html' title='Loveissacrifice.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-1769990774757824293</id><published>2010-02-16T10:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T10:10:35.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Havesomethingwithmeaning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/S3n9r6bBjBI/AAAAAAAAAa4/pUV3PjCBjAU/s1600-h/sunshine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438656955885390866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/S3n9r6bBjBI/AAAAAAAAAa4/pUV3PjCBjAU/s320/sunshine.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm gonna start posting stuff with meaning.&lt;br /&gt;Stuff that will make people think.&lt;br /&gt;Or at least stuff that seems to have meaning to me. (:&lt;br /&gt;I wanna bring meaning to life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-1769990774757824293?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1769990774757824293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=1769990774757824293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/1769990774757824293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/1769990774757824293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/havesomethingwithmeaning.html' title='Havesomethingwithmeaning.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/S3n9r6bBjBI/AAAAAAAAAa4/pUV3PjCBjAU/s72-c/sunshine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-2218150455098644263</id><published>2010-02-15T17:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T17:41:44.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somethingtosmileabout.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/S3kWxiBm38I/AAAAAAAAAaw/4purm5NpOAg/s1600-h/still..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/S3kWxiBm38I/AAAAAAAAAaw/4purm5NpOAg/s320/still..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438403065229533122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;You wanna be really great? Then have the courage to fail big and stick around. Make them wonder why you’re still smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-2218150455098644263?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2218150455098644263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=2218150455098644263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/2218150455098644263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/2218150455098644263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/somethingtosmileabout.html' title='Somethingtosmileabout.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/S3kWxiBm38I/AAAAAAAAAaw/4purm5NpOAg/s72-c/still..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-4547711181378676853</id><published>2010-02-11T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T20:02:21.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I FELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ifell.ifell.ifell.ifell.&lt;br /&gt;Badwounds.badwounds.badwounds.&lt;br /&gt;Onmykneees.Hands, and a little on my face. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD, PLEASE SAVE ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-4547711181378676853?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4547711181378676853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=4547711181378676853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/4547711181378676853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/4547711181378676853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/falling.html' title='Falling'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-8214147611500633550</id><published>2010-02-07T18:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T18:59:41.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/S26c56o0eSI/AAAAAAAAAao/Gi7-SmuleCk/s1600-h/29122009_153934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/S26c56o0eSI/AAAAAAAAAao/Gi7-SmuleCk/s320/29122009_153934.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435454319089711394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Something has changed within me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Something is not the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm through with playing by the rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Of someone else's game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Too late for second-guessing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Too late to go back to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's time to trust my instincts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Close my eyes and leap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's time to try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Defying gravity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I think I'll try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Defying gravity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Kiss me goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm defying gravity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And you won't bring me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-8214147611500633550?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8214147611500633550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=8214147611500633550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/8214147611500633550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/8214147611500633550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/glee.html' title='Glee.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/S26c56o0eSI/AAAAAAAAAao/Gi7-SmuleCk/s72-c/29122009_153934.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-6488941168337426016</id><published>2010-02-06T19:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T19:36:04.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/S21P_0f_q9I/AAAAAAAAAag/Hv6hs9XkXCc/s1600-h/hope+for+the+hopeless..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/S21P_0f_q9I/AAAAAAAAAag/Hv6hs9XkXCc/s320/hope+for+the+hopeless..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435088283149249490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H-O-L-Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today, in cath class, we discussed on what being HOLY meant.&lt;br /&gt;It definitely opened my eyes to what the definition of holy is, and made me think about the things that I often do as a habit.&lt;br /&gt;The teacher said that being holy was doing good acts with good intentions.&lt;br /&gt;This made me think about how in life, we always do things without thinking, and sometimes also, say things without thinking.&lt;br /&gt;And that's when we make our mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, from today onwards, I hope to think before I do or say anything.&lt;br /&gt;I hope to think about WWJD.&lt;br /&gt;What Would Jesus Do, and act upon that. (:&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but I'm starting to like cath class more, cause I feel closer to God through the classes.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be holy.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-6488941168337426016?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6488941168337426016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=6488941168337426016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/6488941168337426016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/6488941168337426016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/holy.html' title='Holy.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/S21P_0f_q9I/AAAAAAAAAag/Hv6hs9XkXCc/s72-c/hope+for+the+hopeless..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-9176493716285758200</id><published>2010-02-02T15:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T15:26:13.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Older.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/S2fRl-noNuI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Nbg7-qHWP6s/s1600-h/look+up..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/S2fRl-noNuI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Nbg7-qHWP6s/s320/look+up..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433541925840369378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking about how time flies.&lt;br /&gt;About how each day, we're getting older by the second.&lt;br /&gt;And as each second passes and we want to get it back so damn badly, we just can't.&lt;br /&gt;Time is a precious thing.&lt;br /&gt;That's what I keep telling myself, so that I won't end up wasting my time, but then again, time you enjoy wasting, isn't wasted time. (:&lt;br /&gt;But I don't necessarily enjoy wasting my time, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was just looking all the little kiddies in school and it really reminded me alot about how it used to be for me.&lt;br /&gt;So easy and care-free; having not a single care in the World.&lt;br /&gt;It was so easy.&lt;br /&gt;As we grow older things just start picking pace and you start opening your legs to catch up with time, but it doesn't seem to want to slow down for you at all.&lt;br /&gt;And then, hours pass, days pass, and months pass. And soon, you'll find yourself at the end of the year again, saying "where did time go?"&lt;br /&gt;And besides that, you realize you're getting older.&lt;br /&gt;It's quite frightening if you really think about it.&lt;br /&gt;And then before you know it, you'll be feeling like you're about to die.&lt;br /&gt;Hah, I think my imagination's just running wild now.&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, till then, I know to treasure where/who I am always. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-9176493716285758200?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9176493716285758200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=9176493716285758200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/9176493716285758200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/9176493716285758200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/older.html' title='Older.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/S2fRl-noNuI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Nbg7-qHWP6s/s72-c/look+up..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-7724922629129947446</id><published>2010-01-31T20:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T21:09:54.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/S2V8X9dT9yI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/nC6flQH32JQ/s1600-h/light..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/S2V8X9dT9yI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/nC6flQH32JQ/s320/light..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432885276568712994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Came here to do my cath class homework.&lt;br /&gt;Since it was 2 very good questions to ask, think I should just do it here.&lt;br /&gt;Who showed me Faith in God?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't have a particular person who showed me Faith in God really.&lt;br /&gt;But I do have a few people in mind:&lt;br /&gt;My mother, brother and Uncle Freeman.&lt;br /&gt;What have I discovered:&lt;br /&gt;I have discovered that in everything I do, I should do it for God and I should never ever doubt him.&lt;br /&gt;That faith is something that will keep you going when all hope is lost.&lt;br /&gt;Faith is a strong believe and once you have Faith in God, it never really stops growing.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've discovered that in your darkest moments, your faith in God is really tested, but all in the end, if you preserve,  it'll will definitely, without a doubt make you stronger.&lt;br /&gt;In all, faith builds your character. And of course, makes you a better person all in the end. (:&lt;br /&gt;Faith the size of a mustard seed, can still save you.&lt;br /&gt;And I think Faith in God is what sets aside Christians from other people.&lt;br /&gt;Faith just gives you this special light and hope and makes you shine so that others can see. And they realize, there is something different about you.&lt;br /&gt;And that's faith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-7724922629129947446?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7724922629129947446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=7724922629129947446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/7724922629129947446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/7724922629129947446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/faith.html' title='Faith.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/S2V8X9dT9yI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/nC6flQH32JQ/s72-c/light..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-3425026055396504505</id><published>2010-01-29T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T20:43:32.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hateisapoison.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/S2LU07WF39I/AAAAAAAAAaI/iYJmGRyzG80/s1600-h/black+slim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/S2LU07WF39I/AAAAAAAAAaI/iYJmGRyzG80/s320/black+slim.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432138106310877138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was just thinking. (I know I think alot nowadays, but y'know it's good to reflect on life now and then.)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I was thinking, how people prevent themselves to be totally giving and loving, because hate holds them back.&lt;br /&gt;And God said that we should love one another as he loved us.&lt;br /&gt;And, it's actually quite difficult to do that if you really think about it, as simple as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, if you try and persist, it's not impossible. Cause everything is possible with God who gives me strength. (A friend's beloved quote from the bible.)&lt;br /&gt;I think what keeps people from loving other people fully, is that they see the bad points of people and then they magnify it by talking bad about them, or simply just keep thinking that that certain other person is just horrible cause of that bad habit or bad thing that that someone did.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'm quite certain that I too am guilty of doing that.&lt;br /&gt;But then, that also points out, that no one is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;And we love other people simply because of the fact that they are not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;But obviously, it is harder to love someone who hates you, but after you try your best to love them, trust me that the hate they feel will slowly fade.&lt;br /&gt;I have experienced it before. But of course, I'm not saying that it'll work everytime, cause some people are just so stubborn and blinded by hate, but after you try to love someone, you'll find that you're more at peace with the world, and you don't have to feel any anger anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-3425026055396504505?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3425026055396504505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=3425026055396504505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/3425026055396504505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/3425026055396504505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/hateisapoison.html' title='Hateisapoison.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/S2LU07WF39I/AAAAAAAAAaI/iYJmGRyzG80/s72-c/black+slim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-1327578750866080711</id><published>2010-01-25T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T21:15:57.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truelove.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/S12UCUuUkXI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/fvMda896DD0/s1600-h/23012010_132426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/S12UCUuUkXI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/fvMda896DD0/s320/23012010_132426.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430659493322330482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo credits: Han Yi.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't been posting and I didn't get the chance to post on birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorryyyy.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here's what happened:&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Han yi.&lt;br /&gt;Had a BLAST and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;After all it's MY birthday. Supposed to enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, think I sound real ego. Ah, but it is my special day right?&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyways, for dinner I went with my family to our neighbour's house to celebrate their 25th wedding anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;And well, I was just thinking, how cute they were.&lt;br /&gt;I mean like, I was helping them take pictures to remember such an special day for them and they were really cute and lovely smiling together and I even got pictures of them kissing!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, even after 25 years, love is still strong.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if I can live like them.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if I can even find a guy who would spend his whole life with me.&lt;br /&gt;But ah, I'm still young. (even though people my age say I'm old, now that my birthday has passed)&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least too young to be finding someone to spend the rest of my life with. (:&lt;br /&gt;I smile at love like that.&lt;br /&gt;The condition of unconditional love; to love someone because they are not perfect. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-1327578750866080711?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1327578750866080711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=1327578750866080711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/1327578750866080711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/1327578750866080711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/truelove.html' title='Truelove.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/S12UCUuUkXI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/fvMda896DD0/s72-c/23012010_132426.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-6954131376032162496</id><published>2010-01-22T20:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T20:21:25.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/S1mWrrGUdnI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-GRTcxlih_w/s1600-h/21012010_162349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/S1mWrrGUdnI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-GRTcxlih_w/s320/21012010_162349.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429536502819616370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Decided to feature Fran's photo. (I gave her the idea!) HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, well, tomorrow's my special day.&lt;br /&gt;The day that God decided I should be put on Earth for some will of his.&lt;br /&gt;I still don't really know what my will of his is.&lt;br /&gt;But one day, I'm determined to find out.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was just looking at everything that happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking.&lt;br /&gt;From birth to now.&lt;br /&gt;How much I've changed and the people around me change.&lt;br /&gt;How the World changes in a blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;And then, I realized how blessed I really was.&lt;br /&gt;How I have at least one person in the World that I know will care about me and will always be there for me, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need any presents to make me feel love/happy.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I feel all the love and happiness in the world now. (:&lt;br /&gt;I thank everyone in my life right now, because everyone's made me feel so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I like to look up, cause I will always get a glimpse of heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-6954131376032162496?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6954131376032162496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=6954131376032162496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/6954131376032162496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/6954131376032162496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/blessings.html' title='Blessings.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/S1mWrrGUdnI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-GRTcxlih_w/s72-c/21012010_162349.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-6985264829081401511</id><published>2010-01-18T19:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T19:44:09.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happierthanafatkidandadoughnut.</title><content type='html'>Went out with Claudiah today cause there was no school for us! ((:&lt;br /&gt;The buses and trains were really empty. (:&lt;br /&gt;I COULD LIE ON THE GROUND.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, but don't worry I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;Who would be crazy enough to do that anyways?&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, had a supperrr fun and awesome day with Claudiah today, as usual! (:&lt;br /&gt;I felt kinda bad that I skipped track though, but also, I just wanted to rest my leg a lil' more. Heh. (a bit of a lie there, sorry.)&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, but I REALLY LOVED THE PRESENT SHARED BY HER AND HAN YI! ((:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, you guys!! ((:&lt;br /&gt;Dad's birthday today, as well.&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated his special day with sushi and some cake! ((: Yumm.&lt;br /&gt;Heh, will write some cool inspirational posts when I can.&lt;br /&gt;And omg, guess what? When I was coming home, someone gave me another freelance model agency card!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! ((: Second time! (:&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is another day at school again.&lt;br /&gt;What the fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-6985264829081401511?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6985264829081401511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=6985264829081401511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/6985264829081401511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/6985264829081401511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/happierthanafatkidandadoughnut.html' title='Happierthanafatkidandadoughnut.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-7108828506262276038</id><published>2010-01-16T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T20:02:18.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saveme.</title><content type='html'>SOMEONE PLEASE SAVE ME.&lt;br /&gt;MY HAMSTRING HURTS LIKE HELL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-7108828506262276038?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7108828506262276038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=7108828506262276038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/7108828506262276038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/7108828506262276038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/saveme.html' title='Saveme.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-1550011599553702626</id><published>2010-01-15T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T20:33:39.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whathappened.</title><content type='html'>HELLOOO! (:&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not posting for a loooong time.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I got my second roll recently and it turned out sweeet! ((:&lt;br /&gt;Only that, the cool photos I took of christmas lights at church didn't print. ):&lt;br /&gt;But better than nothing. ((:&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, LATEST NEWS:&lt;br /&gt;I pulled my hamstring AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;And I actually have a competition tomorrow. ):&lt;br /&gt;RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;I can't run.&lt;br /&gt;And I think I'll most likely be missing CCA Orientation too.&lt;br /&gt;Someone please heal my hamstring.&lt;br /&gt;Or pray for a miracle for me.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, nah luh, just kidding, I have God. (:&lt;br /&gt;It'll be alright, I HOPE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-1550011599553702626?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1550011599553702626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=1550011599553702626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/1550011599553702626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/1550011599553702626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/whathappened.html' title='Whathappened.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-3511263213742944769</id><published>2010-01-14T16:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T16:14:05.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Allweare.</title><content type='html'>I tried to paint you a picture the colours were all wrong&lt;br /&gt;Black and white didn't fit you and all along&lt;br /&gt;You were shaded with patience, your strokes of everything&lt;br /&gt;That I need just to make it and I can see that&lt;br /&gt;Lord knows I've failed you, time again&lt;br /&gt;But you and me are all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won't say our goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;You know it's better that way&lt;br /&gt;We won't break, we won't die&lt;br /&gt;It's just a moment of change&lt;br /&gt;All we are, all we are is everything that's right&lt;br /&gt;All we need, all need&lt;br /&gt;A lover's alibi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-3511263213742944769?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3511263213742944769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=3511263213742944769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/3511263213742944769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/3511263213742944769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-tried-to-paint-you-picture-colours.html' title='Allweare.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-4943495646997768814</id><published>2010-01-10T11:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T11:50:39.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nomoreselfish.</title><content type='html'>At church now, and I've been thinking about what father said on Friday during our church barbeque.&lt;br /&gt;He said that if you don't share your problems with other people and keep it all to yourself, you're not really being a nice person, instead you're just being selfish.&lt;br /&gt;And now that I really think of it, I guess, he is right to a certain point.&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm telling you now, that if you think that I may have a perfect life, that nothing in my life ever goes wrong, I'm telling you that you're all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Things in my life can go wrong most of the time, it just goes horribly wrong and I cannot do anything to change it to be all good again.&lt;br /&gt;But I keep my head up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not used to telling people everything bad that happens in my life, guess maybe cause that's not the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;But I know I have to open to people more and just talk to them about how I feel now.&lt;br /&gt;But it's gonna need help getting used to.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm a golden mouth and I only talk to God about my problems.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bottled up person and sometimes, it tears me apart.&lt;br /&gt;I will open up soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-4943495646997768814?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4943495646997768814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=4943495646997768814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/4943495646997768814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/4943495646997768814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/nomoreselfish.html' title='Nomoreselfish.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-2999875481945488543</id><published>2010-01-09T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T21:15:09.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kidagain.</title><content type='html'>Hey, just came back from celebrating early birthdays from my family.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: 18th Jan&lt;br /&gt;Brother: 20th Jan&lt;br /&gt;Me: 23rd Jan&lt;br /&gt;Yup, we had japanese food. ((: Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today I was just thinking that when you grow old and wrinkles will all start to appear no matter how much moisturizer you put and your hair will all turn white no matter how much you try to dye it back, that you get to experience how being a little kid is again.&lt;br /&gt;First, you'll have difficulties in walking: like how a baby takes its first steps, wobbly and unsure.&lt;br /&gt;Then, you'll start to forget things: babies don't even remember things yet until they become a toddler.&lt;br /&gt;And soon, you'll have to eat mushy, soft food cause all your teeth turn rotten or fall off: babies all eat mushy food, they have no teeth.&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, you'll probably have to wear diapers cause you can't control your bladder anymore: like how babies can never control themselves and don't know how to pee/pass motion properly.&lt;br /&gt;It's quite sad but also quite cool then again, if you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;Cause God said, we come as ashes and go back as ashes.&lt;br /&gt;Like we were babies and we go back to being babies again.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, well that was just a thought for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care, gong gong, I hope you can sleep well tonight, you seem really miserable at dinner today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-2999875481945488543?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2999875481945488543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=2999875481945488543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/2999875481945488543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/2999875481945488543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/kidagain.html' title='Kidagain.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-4069062553014992060</id><published>2010-01-07T17:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T17:38:17.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Routine.</title><content type='html'>I'M BACCCKKK! ((:&lt;br /&gt;Miss me?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, I bet not, it's only been a few days.&lt;br /&gt;But I missed blogging and the funny people who read it. (I hope funny people read this.)&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, anyways, celebrated Swee Ting's birthday today.&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me alot that my own birthday is coming.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN I FEEL OLD.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe not THAT old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-4069062553014992060?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4069062553014992060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=4069062553014992060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/4069062553014992060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/4069062553014992060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/routine.html' title='Routine.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-6318671357394774600</id><published>2010-01-04T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T21:48:09.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohthehorror.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/S0HwX5WoEDI/AAAAAAAAAZY/ZsIahCCdcBQ/s1600-h/IMG_0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/S0HwX5WoEDI/AAAAAAAAAZY/ZsIahCCdcBQ/s320/IMG_0008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422879719654166578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;School started today.&lt;br /&gt;And ALL HELL BROKE LOSE!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, no luh, but I'm kinda still tired of school, having to go back there for training and all.&lt;br /&gt;But at least school keeps me occupied and it helps me SAVE my money. (:&lt;br /&gt;HEHE, yeah, and I get to see all my friends. ((:&lt;br /&gt;Teacher are alright I guess.&lt;br /&gt;No, complains. (:&lt;br /&gt;Training was the usual.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta start getting used to waking up so early and listening to the teacher's voice go on for like forever.&lt;br /&gt;I AM DETERMINED TO BE A GOOD STUDENT.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO PASS CHINESE AND MATH! (Yes, I failed them last year.)&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I don't think I'll be able to post as often. SORRY, but I'll try my best to post on weekends. (Argh, I think I'm apologizing to myself, does ANYONE ever read my blog? Yeah, I don't think so.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-6318671357394774600?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6318671357394774600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=6318671357394774600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/6318671357394774600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/6318671357394774600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/ohthehorror.html' title='Ohthehorror.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/S0HwX5WoEDI/AAAAAAAAAZY/ZsIahCCdcBQ/s72-c/IMG_0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-3524672822278891507</id><published>2010-01-03T14:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T14:16:51.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Timetostartthinking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/S0AzrcTxrVI/AAAAAAAAAZI/dCtCD8nCCFw/s1600-h/29122009_153934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/S0AzrcTxrVI/AAAAAAAAAZI/dCtCD8nCCFw/s320/29122009_153934.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422390772780608850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, here are my REAL and TRUE new year resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda still making it up along the way, but they'll come to me.&lt;br /&gt;I hope.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's start:&lt;br /&gt;#1. To be closer to dear God.&lt;br /&gt;#2. To not take people/things for granted.&lt;br /&gt;#3. To constantly show my love to the people around me.&lt;br /&gt;#4. To always remember that God is with me.&lt;br /&gt;#5. TAKE MORE PICTURES.&lt;br /&gt;#6. Be friendly(er).&lt;br /&gt;#7. Talk more.&lt;br /&gt;#8. Study hard.&lt;br /&gt;#9. Train hard.&lt;br /&gt;#10. Smile more.&lt;br /&gt;That should be it.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you luck for the rest of the year.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I have school tomorrow and the days that follow.&lt;br /&gt;You better wish me luck tooo! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-3524672822278891507?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3524672822278891507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=3524672822278891507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/3524672822278891507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/3524672822278891507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/timetostartthinking.html' title='Timetostartthinking.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/S0AzrcTxrVI/AAAAAAAAAZI/dCtCD8nCCFw/s72-c/29122009_153934.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-4055416583034226473</id><published>2010-01-02T13:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T13:30:51.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NewDay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/Sz7YmzyNfII/AAAAAAAAAZA/Ivm7N95cZyk/s1600-h/29122009_162345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/Sz7YmzyNfII/AAAAAAAAAZA/Ivm7N95cZyk/s320/29122009_162345.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422009162648091778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;New Year Resolution:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#1: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be CLOSER to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sorry, I can only think of one New year resolution right now. HAHA. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-4055416583034226473?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4055416583034226473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=4055416583034226473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/4055416583034226473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/4055416583034226473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/newday_02.html' title='NewDay.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/Sz7YmzyNfII/AAAAAAAAAZA/Ivm7N95cZyk/s72-c/29122009_162345.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-6137594414296309289</id><published>2009-12-31T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T22:55:35.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intheend,itbegins.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear God&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt; had been a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; wonderful&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;painful&lt;/span&gt; experience.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about the year has made me&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; laugh, cry, smile, laugh and cry again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But I thank you for all the moments in my life.&lt;br /&gt;For all the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blessings&lt;/span&gt;, but never the curses. 'Cause &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;life itself, is a blessing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for making me who I am today, for teaching me the ways of life. For making me realize that life can be&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; beautiful&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ugly&lt;/span&gt; at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;For helping me realize that no matter how strong you are, you'll always need someone to pick you up again when you fall. And that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you never fall alone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I thank you for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pain&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; short-comings&lt;/span&gt; this year has brought me. It taught me to be brave and strong, to stand up for myself (which I am still learning to do.) and to also know that no matter what, I don't have to keep it all to myself. That I would always have someone to talk to. Also, to realize that there are really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no accidents in life&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, for all the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; people&lt;/span&gt; who are in my life.&lt;br /&gt;All of them whom I got to know and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt;. Also the ones who can be hard to love but are actually quite&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; loveable&lt;/span&gt;, all in the end.&lt;br /&gt;And today, I want to leave 2009 with no regrets because I believed whatever happened this year, happened for a reason. And whatever the reason, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thank you, Lord&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that 2010 would bring me closer to you in every way possible. But in any way, it's the way of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy New Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(your child always) Clara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-6137594414296309289?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6137594414296309289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=6137594414296309289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/6137594414296309289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/6137594414296309289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/intheenditbegins.html' title='Intheend,itbegins.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-2621237996057231122</id><published>2009-12-30T20:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T20:23:34.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indifferentlights.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/SztBLqcv-zI/AAAAAAAAAYY/L8me4Pc-3sw/s1600-h/29122009_161212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/SztBLqcv-zI/AAAAAAAAAYY/L8me4Pc-3sw/s320/29122009_161212.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420998245099764530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY! (:&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Han Yi yesterday to help her get her film for her lovely action sampler. (:&lt;br /&gt;We went to toa payoh to get her film.&lt;br /&gt;And then we went to some cool old place where act 3 was.&lt;br /&gt;We took many manny photos there. (:&lt;br /&gt;It was quite awesome, really. (:&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed it to the fullest. (:&lt;br /&gt;WE GOTTA GO TAKE PICTURES AGAIN, HAN YI! (:&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, as we were taking pictures there, I realized that everyone sees things differently.&lt;br /&gt;And photographers, just have this amazing touch in their photos that make you seem to want to know where is the place/how the photographer took it/who is the person in the photo and so on.&lt;br /&gt;It's quite cool, when you think about it actually.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not just saying this just cause I like photography.&lt;br /&gt;It's just something I've noticed, you can beg to differ, I don't care much.&lt;br /&gt;Yup, so now I got quite alot of new photos, no excuse to not upload them here, but I only have it in one computer, so then again I might not upload. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Well, had lunch with trackers after training, awesome sauce. (:&lt;br /&gt;Then played badminton till like 6/7? I lost track of time. HAHA. (:&lt;br /&gt;Time flies when you're just having so much fun, I guess. (:&lt;br /&gt;New Year's coming and I wasn't even aware of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-2621237996057231122?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2621237996057231122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=2621237996057231122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/2621237996057231122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/2621237996057231122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/indifferentlights.html' title='Indifferentlights.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/SztBLqcv-zI/AAAAAAAAAYY/L8me4Pc-3sw/s72-c/29122009_161212.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-3843111824039232453</id><published>2009-12-29T10:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T10:59:59.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stillsick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/SzlvEPKitvI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Qro-20VnAEE/s1600-h/railroad..bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420485745098012402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/SzlvEPKitvI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Qro-20VnAEE/s320/railroad..bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, it's the second day that the illness attacked me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm dying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's what the doctor said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to DIE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JOKING! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA, but yeah, I feel bad, well, worse today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My nose isn't falling off but it's blocked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like someone stuffed a whole lot of tissue in my nostrils.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my throat's blocked up too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With phlegm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's really quite bad, and I'm going out later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I have training tomorrow and I'm determined to be well enough to train.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOPEFULLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need some chicken soup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-3843111824039232453?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3843111824039232453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=3843111824039232453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/3843111824039232453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/3843111824039232453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/stillsick.html' title='Stillsick.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/SzlvEPKitvI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Qro-20VnAEE/s72-c/railroad..bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-3573617087649320170</id><published>2009-12-28T12:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T12:39:08.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hardertolove.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/Szg1w_enrYI/AAAAAAAAAX4/r96KsJe0mC4/s1600-h/15122009_162436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/Szg1w_enrYI/AAAAAAAAAX4/r96KsJe0mC4/s320/15122009_162436.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420141267330248066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, how the older you get, the more things you start to question and the more you find out.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I think that's a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;Especially when you find out something bad about another person.&lt;br /&gt;Then by just that sentence or word, the "good" image you have of that person gets destroyed or well, further damaged.&lt;br /&gt;It's quite sad actually, how people judge other people just like that.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I guess I can say that I kinda know how it feels to be in that position.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I never try to judge people.&lt;br /&gt;Not by the way they look or act.&lt;br /&gt;I try to find what's good about them.&lt;br /&gt;Why God decided to create them and how he loves them.&lt;br /&gt;But of course, I'm not perfect and I can't be God but I can always try my best to do whatever he wants me to do.&lt;br /&gt;And he said "To love one another as I have loved you."&lt;br /&gt;Trying to do just that, is a challenge, believe me, especially with the people he puts in your life, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;But I'll find a way around it to finally be able to say I love everyone and be happy and proud about it.&lt;br /&gt;So that He can be happy and proud of me too.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Jesus. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-3573617087649320170?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3573617087649320170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=3573617087649320170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/3573617087649320170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/3573617087649320170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/hardertolove.html' title='Hardertolove.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/Szg1w_enrYI/AAAAAAAAAX4/r96KsJe0mC4/s72-c/15122009_162436.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-5100171497322503875</id><published>2009-12-28T10:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T13:24:39.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgotten.</title><content type='html'>I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;Sick as a dog.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't train today.&lt;br /&gt;S-I-C-K.&lt;br /&gt;Not in the mood to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;Rotting at home now.&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Now, Clara has tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S: I KNOW, I CAN'T BELIEVE IT EITHER.&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S.S: THIS DOESN'T MEAN SHE'S LEAVING BLOGGER TO DIE. SHE STILL LOOOVES BLOGGER. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://d-efinitionoflove.tumblr.com"&gt;d-efinitionoflove.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-5100171497322503875?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5100171497322503875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=5100171497322503875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/5100171497322503875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/5100171497322503875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/forgotten.html' title='Forgotten.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-6566484980463498421</id><published>2009-12-26T15:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T15:32:38.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growingchanges.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/SzW5ANtmWWI/AAAAAAAAAXI/y03BFqMtTtQ/s1600-h/IMG_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/SzW5ANtmWWI/AAAAAAAAAXI/y03BFqMtTtQ/s320/IMG_0007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419441139942316386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hellooo! (:&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I spent my Christmas Day, yesterday, sleeping and having maggie mee for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't life just so AWESOME for me? HAHA. (:&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, just had training today.&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO TIRED.&lt;br /&gt;But that's not why I came here to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Y'know, I just realized yesterday, how much everyone has changed and grown.&lt;br /&gt;You see, I was wishing almost everyone "Merry Christmas" on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;And I realized how many people have changed and the ones that I have grown apart from and the ones whom I have grown closer to and also the ones that I just got to know.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have realized how much I have changed.&lt;br /&gt;But of course, with all the changes, some things still remain the same.&lt;br /&gt;Like how you and your true best friend still know that even if we've grown apart, our love and friendship still remains.&lt;br /&gt;Or how people just still have that special, unique thing about them that sets them apart from the rest.&lt;br /&gt;Change is the only thing that remains the same, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;But change can also be good.&lt;br /&gt;You just gotta keep an open mind. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-6566484980463498421?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6566484980463498421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=6566484980463498421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/6566484980463498421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/6566484980463498421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/growingchanges.html' title='Growingchanges.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/SzW5ANtmWWI/AAAAAAAAAXI/y03BFqMtTtQ/s72-c/IMG_0007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-6616482754502593794</id><published>2009-12-25T08:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T15:13:59.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happybirthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/SzW2fUW_ZnI/AAAAAAAAAXA/2NVfGOTgANw/s1600-h/IMG_0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/SzW2fUW_ZnI/AAAAAAAAAXA/2NVfGOTgANw/s320/IMG_0006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419438375767598706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad it's Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;All the carols and bells.&lt;br /&gt;Make the holiday swell.&lt;br /&gt;And it's all about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;I so glad it's Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;All the tinsel and lights.&lt;br /&gt;And the presents are nice.&lt;br /&gt;But the real gift is you.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-6616482754502593794?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6616482754502593794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=6616482754502593794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/6616482754502593794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/6616482754502593794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/happybirthday.html' title='Happybirthday.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/SzW2fUW_ZnI/AAAAAAAAAXA/2NVfGOTgANw/s72-c/IMG_0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-5642099957146664678</id><published>2009-12-24T20:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T20:53:23.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/SzNfJtPD2NI/AAAAAAAAAW4/ZtUKdJ_dGRM/s1600-h/IMG_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/SzNfJtPD2NI/AAAAAAAAAW4/ZtUKdJ_dGRM/s320/IMG_0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418779397023062226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, in about like 4 hours time, Jesus will be born. (:&lt;br /&gt;Going for midnight mass, as per every year. (:&lt;br /&gt;Y'know, today I realized that many many many people forget/don't really know the real reason why we celebrate Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;We're all just buying buying new clothes, shopping shopping for presents and making other stuff for people.&lt;br /&gt;But we forget/don't stop to think why we do all these things?&lt;br /&gt;And it's Christmas Eve today and many people are already out early in the morning to go buy stuff and rush for last minute christmas shopping.&lt;br /&gt;It's weird why people do these things without thinking, really.&lt;br /&gt;And i think if you asked most of the people in Orchard Road why they shop for all this stuff/what the meaning of Christmas is, they wouldn't know how to answer.&lt;br /&gt;To me, Christmas is about celebrating the birth of a special man; Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Coming into the World and saving us from all our sins.&lt;br /&gt;That's why this year, I never really gave presents, but I reserved the best one for Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;My heart.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;It's almost your birthday. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-5642099957146664678?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5642099957146664678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=5642099957146664678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/5642099957146664678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/5642099957146664678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/jesus.html' title='Jesus.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/SzNfJtPD2NI/AAAAAAAAAW4/ZtUKdJ_dGRM/s72-c/IMG_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-717715477238275782</id><published>2009-12-23T12:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T13:03:16.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morethanadayindecember.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/SzGjyN6pnQI/AAAAAAAAAWw/eG3UoNejzQc/s1600-h/IMG_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/SzGjyN6pnQI/AAAAAAAAAWw/eG3UoNejzQc/s320/IMG_0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418291909827861762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christmas is more than a day in December.&lt;br /&gt;It's all those things&lt;br /&gt;that we love to remember.&lt;br /&gt;It's carolers singing&lt;br /&gt;familiar refrains.&lt;br /&gt;Bright-coloured stockings&lt;br /&gt;and old wooden trains.&lt;br /&gt;Streamer of tinsel&lt;br /&gt;and glass satin balls,&lt;br /&gt;Laughter that rings&lt;br /&gt;through the house&lt;br /&gt;and its halls.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is more than a day in December.&lt;br /&gt;It's the magic and love&lt;br /&gt;that we'll always remember.&lt;br /&gt;-M.E.MIRO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-717715477238275782?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/717715477238275782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=717715477238275782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/717715477238275782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/717715477238275782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/morethanadayindecember.html' title='Morethanadayindecember.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/SzGjyN6pnQI/AAAAAAAAAWw/eG3UoNejzQc/s72-c/IMG_0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-8101582513683497943</id><published>2009-12-22T13:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T13:38:53.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buffet.</title><content type='html'>HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;Just one thing to say today:&lt;br /&gt;gonna go for a buffet!&lt;br /&gt;And grow fatttt! ((((:&lt;br /&gt;WOOO!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, yes this is random, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;BYE. (:&lt;br /&gt;No pictures again. )):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-8101582513683497943?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8101582513683497943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=8101582513683497943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/8101582513683497943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/8101582513683497943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/buffet.html' title='Buffet.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-3674962053054608438</id><published>2009-12-20T17:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T17:18:28.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness.</title><content type='html'>Saw Stacey yesterday. (:&lt;br /&gt;Got 200 bucks from grandpa!&lt;br /&gt;YEAH man! (:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks granddaddy! (:&lt;br /&gt;But I'm gonna save that for awhile now. (:&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today I was thinking about how when you get older, your Christmas presents get fewer.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that's fine with me.&lt;br /&gt;I mean like, I think Christmas is more for like kids to receive presents cause like in our childhood fantasies we all choose to believe more in Santa than in Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought, what do I want for this Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;And then, I thought, what does Jesus want for me to do this Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;I mean it's HIS birthday we're celebrating after all, but we end up giving presents to each other; irony, no?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, but also, Jesus, would love that we give presents to each other, although we must be aware that we gotta give it selflessly without any grudge.&lt;br /&gt;But I think this Christmas, God wants me to like give give give.&lt;br /&gt;Like give my heart to him and let him into my life and to always remember him whereever I go.&lt;br /&gt;My gift this Christmas: Happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-3674962053054608438?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3674962053054608438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=3674962053054608438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/3674962053054608438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/3674962053054608438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/happiness.html' title='Happiness.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-6400248199095955904</id><published>2009-12-18T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T22:34:24.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RememberGodalways.</title><content type='html'>Just went for confession.&lt;br /&gt;It was refreshing, as always.&lt;br /&gt;After I do confession, I always get this "I am renewed" feeling.&lt;br /&gt;It's quite amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Y'know, to feel the grace of God's forgiveness it's like feeling the rain on your skin after many many hot and humid days.&lt;br /&gt;It's like that clean, refreshing feeling.&lt;br /&gt;And it feels all nice. (:&lt;br /&gt;Like, I am finally cleansed of my sins and I can start anew.&lt;br /&gt;And everytime, I find myself confessing to a priest that would tell me looong stories, like on how I should improve myself, what should I do.&lt;br /&gt;Guess it's like God talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;And this time, the priest said I've forgotten about God and I don't pray to him.&lt;br /&gt;This kinda got me by surprise cause I pray to God everyday, every night.&lt;br /&gt;But now that I think of it, yeah, I guess I have forgotten about God.&lt;br /&gt;Cause like all I do is this:&lt;br /&gt;#1. Sign of the cross.&lt;br /&gt;#2. Thank you, Lord for today, Hope tomorrow will be a good day because....&lt;br /&gt;#3. Thank Lord for whatever that is great that day.&lt;br /&gt;#4. Complain abit about life.&lt;br /&gt;#5. Pray for someone.&lt;br /&gt;#6. Thank you Lord, I love you. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;#7. Sign of the cross.&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so this is like my daily routine.&lt;br /&gt;Very boring, to God I guess to hear the same prayers said by me over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;SORRY LORD.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I will change that and the priest then told me to always remember that God is by my side.&lt;br /&gt;And to ask him everyday what is his will for me.&lt;br /&gt;So, I think I will do that, cause I guess I've been feeling loss, at what I should do sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, it makes perfect sense to me that I should do that.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for your grace and love and unfailing forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;I love you above everything.&lt;br /&gt;I really truly do.&lt;br /&gt;But you would know if I were lying anyways. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-6400248199095955904?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6400248199095955904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=6400248199095955904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/6400248199095955904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/6400248199095955904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/remembergodalways.html' title='RememberGodalways.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-2672470474392823036</id><published>2009-12-18T15:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T15:41:22.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SYPA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sypa.org.sg/"&gt;www.SYPA.org.sg&lt;/a&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;PHOTOGRAPHY CONTEST! (:&lt;br /&gt;I'M SOOOOO GONNA JOIN! ((:&lt;br /&gt;HEHE. (:&lt;br /&gt;Only thing is, I must submit 6 photos.&lt;br /&gt;And they gotta be like photographic lab processed. ):&lt;br /&gt;Which will cost meee.&lt;br /&gt;And worst part is, I won't get my pictures back! AH!&lt;br /&gt;But oh wells, hopefully, I can make it! ((:&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-2672470474392823036?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2672470474392823036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=2672470474392823036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/2672470474392823036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/2672470474392823036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/sypa.html' title='SYPA.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-4204222583388013537</id><published>2009-12-16T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T21:14:51.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foreverisreallyforever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/SyjaRtIyxRI/AAAAAAAAAWo/P3Pgezg-w5c/s1600-h/14122009_162401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/SyjaRtIyxRI/AAAAAAAAAWo/P3Pgezg-w5c/s320/14122009_162401.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415818549622129938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO! (:&lt;br /&gt;As usual, my time spent with Claudiah during the sleepover at my house was AWESOME. (:&lt;br /&gt;Loads of laughter and fun together. (:&lt;br /&gt;Definitely some talking too.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and quite alot of junk food. (: HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, sorry this is kind of a short one, but I'm real tired from training today.&lt;br /&gt;10kg weights and lunches.&lt;br /&gt;And other weight training stuff.&lt;br /&gt;My whole body aches.&lt;br /&gt;Typing this kind of hurts too.&lt;br /&gt;Climbing stairs hurts especially.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I did medicine ball sit ups too.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have 6 pacs! WOO!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, jokes, but it would be so coooool.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I want them though.&lt;br /&gt;I only have a BIG single pac now, it's all flabby muscle. HAHA. (:&lt;br /&gt;FATS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-4204222583388013537?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4204222583388013537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=4204222583388013537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/4204222583388013537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/4204222583388013537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/foreverisreallyforever.html' title='Foreverisreallyforever.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/SyjaRtIyxRI/AAAAAAAAAWo/P3Pgezg-w5c/s72-c/14122009_162401.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-7150518650029900137</id><published>2009-12-14T19:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T13:01:30.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepover.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/SyhpozIDxVI/AAAAAAAAAWg/QWygZRymXiU/s1600-h/03122009_132102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/SyhpozIDxVI/AAAAAAAAAWg/QWygZRymXiU/s320/03122009_132102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415694701552715090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLEEPOVER WITH CLAUDIAH! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;14 December-15 December 2009.&lt;br /&gt;Having the time of our lives!! (:&lt;br /&gt;Will have moree pictures up soon.&lt;br /&gt;HOORAY for sleepovers! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/204912455456479000-7150518650029900137?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7150518650029900137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=7150518650029900137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/7150518650029900137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/7150518650029900137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/sleepover.html' title='Sleepover.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ38P_mk7p4/SyhpozIDxVI/AAAAAAAAAWg/QWygZRymXiU/s72-c/03122009_132102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-6902590344197850210</id><published>2009-12-14T12:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T12:53:18.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MygrownupChristmasList.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No more lives torn apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;That wars would never start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and wars would never start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And time would heal all hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And everyone would have a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And right would always win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And love would never end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;This is my grown up christmas list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-Kelly Clarkson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-6902590344197850210?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6902590344197850210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=6902590344197850210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/6902590344197850210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/6902590344197850210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/mygrownupchristmaslist.html' title='MygrownupChristmasList.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-666708845901675347</id><published>2009-12-13T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T12:42:47.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Allbeautifulagain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.givesmehope.com/"&gt;Home - GivesMeHope - Like FML, but for optimists!&lt;/a&gt;: "Today, I was on the London tube. I was looking at the posters as I went down the escalators and there was one on plastic surgery. Someone had placed a sticker over the womans face that read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You don't need this. You are perfect the way you are.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GMH"&lt;br /&gt;After I read this, it made me feel sooo much better.&lt;br /&gt;All the warm fuzzies coming out.&lt;br /&gt;I have the Lord to thank for everything, today and always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-666708845901675347?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/666708845901675347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=666708845901675347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/666708845901675347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/666708845901675347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/allbeautifulagain.html' title='Allbeautifulagain.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204912455456479000.post-428581068153232157</id><published>2009-12-13T11:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T11:44:51.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy.</title><content type='html'>Today in church we lit the 3rd candle.&lt;br /&gt;The Rose candle; Joy.&lt;br /&gt;And just yesterday we had our neighbourhood prayer/reflection meeting.&lt;br /&gt;And I think one of the Aunties there really did spread Joy to the people around her.&lt;br /&gt;She told us yesterday during the sharing that whenever she bought food or tea for work, she would usually give it to the cleaners who clean her office on the ground floor, if she sees them there.&lt;br /&gt;And she told us that their faces would light up and even though she has no food or tea for herself, she would just feel so happy inside.&lt;br /&gt;And after she said that, her face shone.&lt;br /&gt;That's the perfect example of spreading joy and love to people around you.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's real cool that this Auntie does this.&lt;br /&gt;Especially for cleaners, who usually aren't that well off and have to work really hard just to get enough food for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Putting some smiles on people's faces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204912455456479000-428581068153232157?l=littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/428581068153232157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204912455456479000&amp;postID=428581068153232157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/428581068153232157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204912455456479000/posts/default/428581068153232157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlepeopleoftheworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/joy.html' title='Joy.'/><author><name>Clara Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175150452137194226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7p0HGZ_TN0/ToAOKNtI4UI/AAAAAAAABS4/gYaAI_pffig/s220/258683_1997574771466_1006408660_32315367_4772292_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
