<?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-35707840</id><updated>2012-02-24T08:33:50.527+08:00</updated><category term='*Wonders*'/><category term='I have to break those walls down'/><category term='I need some Songs..'/><title type='text'>Ritzy's Thots</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-8125018768793706672</id><published>2012-02-18T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T21:11:18.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Friends are for</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yhVqIiETKr4/Tz-jaV6EfmI/AAAAAAAABS0/YLEyYvtonbE/s1600/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710462525481713250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yhVqIiETKr4/Tz-jaV6EfmI/AAAAAAAABS0/YLEyYvtonbE/s320/friends.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To accept you as a flawed, tragically lacking human being, while not judging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Tommy Wee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-8125018768793706672?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/8125018768793706672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/8125018768793706672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2012/02/what-friends-are-for.html' title='What Friends are for'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yhVqIiETKr4/Tz-jaV6EfmI/AAAAAAAABS0/YLEyYvtonbE/s72-c/friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-3965779227830581834</id><published>2012-01-28T19:26:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T23:35:57.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Realisations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-15TQ1NH7RRs/TyPgJqiiw3I/AAAAAAAABSo/Uxc7QQ9KfPk/s1600/391117_10150475233706072_710491071_10829829_1383452672_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702648009823798130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-15TQ1NH7RRs/TyPgJqiiw3I/AAAAAAAABSo/Uxc7QQ9KfPk/s320/391117_10150475233706072_710491071_10829829_1383452672_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every mistake made me realise what makes me fall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every pain taught me what causes pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every change told me that it won't be the same again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: that emo pic suits this post huh? hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-3965779227830581834?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/3965779227830581834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/3965779227830581834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-realisations.html' title='My Realisations'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-15TQ1NH7RRs/TyPgJqiiw3I/AAAAAAAABSo/Uxc7QQ9KfPk/s72-c/391117_10150475233706072_710491071_10829829_1383452672_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-7973573102893605572</id><published>2012-01-22T11:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T13:10:28.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's what we want..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6NKUur_MxFA/Txt8cydCD8I/AAAAAAAABSQ/-yuXV0DPm1I/s1600/ermmm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 183px; height: 382px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700286587389218754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6NKUur_MxFA/Txt8cydCD8I/AAAAAAAABSQ/-yuXV0DPm1I/s320/ermmm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this is what is disappearing, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in our age and time *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If marriage vows are not enough to hold people together, then what will be enough?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If they said that they meant the words that they said in the beginning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if they said that they meant it from their hearts..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then why was it not enough to hold the marriage together?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"A naive view",  call it whatever you want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I believe that you will have to agree, at least to a certain extend, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with what I have said...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-7973573102893605572?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/7973573102893605572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/7973573102893605572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-what-we-want.html' title='It&apos;s what we want..'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6NKUur_MxFA/Txt8cydCD8I/AAAAAAAABSQ/-yuXV0DPm1I/s72-c/ermmm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-3869847669742285164</id><published>2011-12-23T18:06:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T11:32:56.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Christmas..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o3dOqJ4168Y/TvRbOIXr4eI/AAAAAAAABQ8/DpXJzIwPQyc/s1600/lights.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 318px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689272527598903778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o3dOqJ4168Y/TvRbOIXr4eI/AAAAAAAABQ8/DpXJzIwPQyc/s320/lights.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please give me a heart that won't ever turn into stone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a heart that will willingly forgive &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A heart that will genuinely love even when it hurts the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Help me to stay grounded..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Help me to be humble...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give me a heart that will love....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a love that knows no boundary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give me a heart...that will be patient..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;patient without a limit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give me a heart that will stay true to who I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give me a heart that won't be rude or self-seeking..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give me a heart  that won't be easily angered..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give me a heart that won't ever keep a record of wrongs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give me a heart that will always protect, trust, hope and persevere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give me a heart that will believe that 'Love never fails'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Change this heart of mine so that it accepts anyone and everyone, just the way they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not asking for anything else, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but just this one request.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Change my heart this Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-3869847669742285164?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/3869847669742285164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/3869847669742285164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-christmas.html' title='This Christmas..'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o3dOqJ4168Y/TvRbOIXr4eI/AAAAAAAABQ8/DpXJzIwPQyc/s72-c/lights.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-3124928310380950239</id><published>2011-12-20T18:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T00:52:29.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Digging up hidden Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gTqbsTkLN8Y/TvQvsHE9jjI/AAAAAAAABOU/FHmT5sFT6FA/s1600/peekaboo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689224664136388146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gTqbsTkLN8Y/TvQvsHE9jjI/AAAAAAAABOU/FHmT5sFT6FA/s320/peekaboo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Celebrating Life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a7Ce4L8UMGk/TvQx7ioGXJI/AAAAAAAABPo/jKIutpHQ6Zw/s1600/sada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 189px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689227128252816530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a7Ce4L8UMGk/TvQx7ioGXJI/AAAAAAAABPo/jKIutpHQ6Zw/s320/sada.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Revisiting old times with my family and friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(can't show the other person or I'll hear my phone ringing in a matter of hours xD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b8kOkqU9VaY/TvQxN_IJUNI/AAAAAAAABPQ/CrrwSiI2NEg/s1600/3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 192px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689226345629438162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b8kOkqU9VaY/TvQxN_IJUNI/AAAAAAAABPQ/CrrwSiI2NEg/s320/3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Self-amusement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0LsEVe_xAOY/TvQw5xVxGfI/AAAAAAAABPE/a84c5-eeAzY/s1600/IMAG0288%2B-%2BCopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 178px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689225998331091442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0LsEVe_xAOY/TvQw5xVxGfI/AAAAAAAABPE/a84c5-eeAzY/s320/IMAG0288%2B-%2BCopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Erm..Studying :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M9wgksNg2QE/TvQxl4-ABPI/AAAAAAAABPc/645pCaKeHng/s1600/IMAG0495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 222px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689226756293133554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M9wgksNg2QE/TvQxl4-ABPI/AAAAAAAABPc/645pCaKeHng/s320/IMAG0495.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Having a wacky time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0yW6zAQXcjM/TvQyMKacl3I/AAAAAAAABP0/Z6yG2Ac4LL0/s1600/Meranti3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 238px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689227413810878322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0yW6zAQXcjM/TvQyMKacl3I/AAAAAAAABP0/Z6yG2Ac4LL0/s320/Meranti3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reflecting and Thinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p5KfKwEwdBY/TvREuiQjp7I/AAAAAAAABQw/YcG748qtKEQ/s1600/IMAG0258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 192px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689247795536701362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p5KfKwEwdBY/TvREuiQjp7I/AAAAAAAABQw/YcG748qtKEQ/s320/IMAG0258.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;erm..Shopping? Walking up and down?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't you think he's handsome? xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 192px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689230571150903346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HM52-_OS1qM/TvQ1D8a-CDI/AAAAAAAABQk/eC9ebmelcHA/s320/IMAG0355.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pre-Presentation Moments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ORDEohhLj-U/TvQwaK7ld-I/AAAAAAAABO4/XNpFXPTuxUg/s1600/IMAG0741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 129px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689225455444785122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ORDEohhLj-U/TvQwaK7ld-I/AAAAAAAABO4/XNpFXPTuxUg/s320/IMAG0741.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Post-Presentation Moments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k8D8u_bT9yY/TvQwRByjTEI/AAAAAAAABOs/NV4pAQp1b6I/s1600/IMAG0746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 192px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689225298372152386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k8D8u_bT9yY/TvQwRByjTEI/AAAAAAAABOs/NV4pAQp1b6I/s320/IMAG0746.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Creating memories :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-3124928310380950239?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/3124928310380950239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/3124928310380950239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2011/12/digging-hidden-pictures.html' title='Digging up hidden Pictures'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gTqbsTkLN8Y/TvQvsHE9jjI/AAAAAAAABOU/FHmT5sFT6FA/s72-c/peekaboo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-2120428425149766506</id><published>2011-12-20T17:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T18:02:39.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ReeRain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f-fjOM_V2Aw/TvBcxIZQK1I/AAAAAAAABOI/8d2Guv-VarA/s1600/reerain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 213px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688148328505682770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f-fjOM_V2Aw/TvBcxIZQK1I/AAAAAAAABOI/8d2Guv-VarA/s320/reerain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life isn't about how to survive the storm,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's about how to dance in the rain &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ Taylor Swift&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-2120428425149766506?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/2120428425149766506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/2120428425149766506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2011/12/reerain.html' title='ReeRain'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f-fjOM_V2Aw/TvBcxIZQK1I/AAAAAAAABOI/8d2Guv-VarA/s72-c/reerain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-9005114073994077445</id><published>2011-12-17T22:29:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T11:50:25.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugly Betty / Secret Kindness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JCbjrGWQupI/Tuyz4qKvqWI/AAAAAAAABNk/-8nzHJ4jY_c/s1600/IMAG0393.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JCbjrGWQupI/Tuyz4qKvqWI/AAAAAAAABNk/-8nzHJ4jY_c/s320/IMAG0393.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687118215435495778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I still had my braces on, it would have completed my 'Ugly Betty' look &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was taken some time back in school..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am just surprised that one whole semester has passed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I will be beginning the next semester in about 22 days?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder what and where next year will bring me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I have been walking &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; the past few days..Shopping...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was walking around Orchard Area for about 3 days straight...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seemed as though it was an 8 to 5 job &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I was at Causeway Point, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Taka&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wisma&lt;/span&gt; Atria...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of which.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wisma&lt;/span&gt; Atria, with my sister and my nephew( who became too tired to walk after some time.) My sister placed him inside his pram. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So along with those shopping bags and baby bags, we took turns to push the pram around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, it so happened that we had to walk up a flight of stairs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a ''friendly debate'' with my sister...debating over the fact that ''it was really fine and that I could carry the pram up the flight of stairs'' (But I sort of knew, how I was gonna look and feel by the time I reached the top &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But she was quite concern because of my back. So that's why we had a "debate". haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But an Auntie appeared out of nowhere and volunteered to help us with the pram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things happened fast! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was like...she appeared, mumbled something, carried it up with me, and then &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;disappeared by the time I placed the pram on the floor!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I looked up to tell her 'thanks', she was really gone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't even get to see her face :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister said that it was as though an Angel appeared at the right time :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think there's something about Secret Kindness...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It definitely makes one happy when you know that you have secretly made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(And it might, make that person on the receiving end, a little disturbed for not knowing who you are...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hmm...As for me, that Auntie made my day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And wherever and whoever you are...Thank you..really :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ArXMgczMvUs/TuzAYwAZ_RI/AAAAAAAABNw/709FbJPHKIg/s1600/IMAG0815.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ArXMgczMvUs/TuzAYwAZ_RI/AAAAAAAABNw/709FbJPHKIg/s320/IMAG0815.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687131960898092306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyways, I have been baking stuffs/kueh-kueh the past few days with Jo and S...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's Kueh Makmur above(about to be cooked xD )..I'm just thankful that it came out well :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then we made Pineapple Tarts and Suji.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I kept on popping Suji into my mouth, once in a while while we were baking...couldn't resist...I guess no one was annoyed about it, because I think everyone was doing the same thing haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H3DNMJq1Oko/TuzBg4noEfI/AAAAAAAABN8/YFnS7gaCI5Y/s1600/uss.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H3DNMJq1Oko/TuzBg4noEfI/AAAAAAAABN8/YFnS7gaCI5Y/s320/uss.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687133200160657906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And... I bumped into her today at AMK Hub and gave my loudest 'OMG' ever. hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She suddenly walked towards me and pretended to be a "customer" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Quite paiseh... cuz I think my 'OMG' was really loud hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love bumping into Friends :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: I feel quite bad about something...about posting/retweeting that picture on twitter on that broken train window thingy.. Cuz, at that time, I had no idea what was going on..was baking, i think :S &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall think twice before posting a picture next time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-9005114073994077445?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/9005114073994077445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/9005114073994077445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2011/12/ugly-betty-secret-kindness.html' title='Ugly Betty / Secret Kindness'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JCbjrGWQupI/Tuyz4qKvqWI/AAAAAAAABNk/-8nzHJ4jY_c/s72-c/IMAG0393.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-6530670979918309606</id><published>2011-12-17T19:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T19:10:05.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Old Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9bxVSwOC3q8/Tux3nkIaUPI/AAAAAAAABNM/Po_9XtUt3jk/s1600/Everlasting_memories_____by_Bi_182.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 231px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687051951059652850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9bxVSwOC3q8/Tux3nkIaUPI/AAAAAAAABNM/Po_9XtUt3jk/s320/Everlasting_memories_____by_Bi_182.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;I also hope I will be able to look back on &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;good and happy memories that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I created then and will create now (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;span &gt; A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span &gt;bloggie post I did on 21st July 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just felt like looking through all my posts :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-6530670979918309606?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/6530670979918309606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/6530670979918309606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-old-post.html' title='My Old Post'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9bxVSwOC3q8/Tux3nkIaUPI/AAAAAAAABNM/Po_9XtUt3jk/s72-c/Everlasting_memories_____by_Bi_182.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-6143102116432086465</id><published>2011-12-15T00:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T00:36:58.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stare at the page..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-on4YzCJ5mF4/TujMvN5lnaI/AAAAAAAABMc/pLEmcOeRKcA/s1600/bookk.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-on4YzCJ5mF4/TujMvN5lnaI/AAAAAAAABMc/pLEmcOeRKcA/s320/bookk.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686019641112370594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone decides to write a story about our lives..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is there a possibility that we are/were actually on the same page?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But just that...we are/were just not sure...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or we just didnt/don't want to know? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if they say that, there is no Fear when it comes to Love..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then...isn't this a type of fear?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm..then..would you call it love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-6143102116432086465?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/6143102116432086465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/6143102116432086465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2011/12/stare-at-page.html' title='Stare at the page..'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-on4YzCJ5mF4/TujMvN5lnaI/AAAAAAAABMc/pLEmcOeRKcA/s72-c/bookk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-4500147183229615360</id><published>2011-12-13T01:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T01:31:19.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A picture speaks a thousand words..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mLgJvSvaulQ/TuY5I82aQBI/AAAAAAAABMQ/iKDFLcQcVG0/s1600/doggie.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 241px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685294405537906706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mLgJvSvaulQ/TuY5I82aQBI/AAAAAAAABMQ/iKDFLcQcVG0/s320/doggie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think that this is one picture that symbolises :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Strength&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beauty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Appreciation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gratefulness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just wanna send hugs and kisses to that pup..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wherever it is.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-4500147183229615360?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/4500147183229615360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/4500147183229615360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2011/12/picture-speaks-thousand-words.html' title='A picture speaks a thousand words..'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mLgJvSvaulQ/TuY5I82aQBI/AAAAAAAABMQ/iKDFLcQcVG0/s72-c/doggie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-8721393440522412955</id><published>2011-12-13T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T01:07:00.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Position</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F8dwQw5ierE/TuY0roJIEvI/AAAAAAAABME/4EQcoKk3wjU/s1600/sdads.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F8dwQw5ierE/TuY0roJIEvI/AAAAAAAABME/4EQcoKk3wjU/s400/sdads.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685289503716545266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-goeHkGP0zbk/TuY0HyrUt2I/AAAAAAAABL4/96hEgQjJlZc/s1600/sdads.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-8721393440522412955?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/8721393440522412955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/8721393440522412955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2011/12/that-position.html' title='That Position'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F8dwQw5ierE/TuY0roJIEvI/AAAAAAAABME/4EQcoKk3wjU/s72-c/sdads.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-3092640262724222548</id><published>2011-12-08T23:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T00:39:16.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you tell?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DjYl2yXqcdw/TuDoFiOETXI/AAAAAAAABLs/PGbdxu5wsP0/s1600/eatt.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DjYl2yXqcdw/TuDoFiOETXI/AAAAAAAABLs/PGbdxu5wsP0/s320/eatt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683797911524363634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;@TheNoteboook&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; This heart has a lot of miles on it, but it still works like new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@drmikemurdock &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love Is...When Someone Wants To "Service"Your Heart. Wisdom Is..When They Know How&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@RickWarren &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I have to preach to my own emotions so I am not mastered by my moods&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;@1LoveOneLife&lt;div&gt;We are so afraid of our weak emotions that we don't realize that they hold the most truth about us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@QuotationsOfDay &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give her 2 red roses, each with a note.The first note says "For the woman I love" and the second "For my best friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been favourit-ing tweets...until I didnt realise that I was doing it too much haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-3092640262724222548?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/3092640262724222548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/3092640262724222548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2011/12/can-you-tell.html' title='Can you tell?'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DjYl2yXqcdw/TuDoFiOETXI/AAAAAAAABLs/PGbdxu5wsP0/s72-c/eatt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-5392098370317359060</id><published>2011-12-04T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T00:53:53.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9hZBxlmBdLI/TtpTlLdAyOI/AAAAAAAABLg/RRtyycSHYFY/s1600/diy-paper-flowers-5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 229px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681945778076043490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9hZBxlmBdLI/TtpTlLdAyOI/AAAAAAAABLg/RRtyycSHYFY/s320/diy-paper-flowers-5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is so beautiful...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They are handmade flowers...made out of pages torn off a book!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wanna try doing this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just finding for an appropriate book...I guess haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-5392098370317359060?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/5392098370317359060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/5392098370317359060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2011/12/roses.html' title='Roses'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9hZBxlmBdLI/TtpTlLdAyOI/AAAAAAAABLg/RRtyycSHYFY/s72-c/diy-paper-flowers-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-3117604121230539824</id><published>2011-11-30T14:27:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T12:08:32.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change-d</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ElcGW5RplWs/TtXoikUcXII/AAAAAAAABLI/z-7i_Qne6iU/s1600/377767_10150475222111072_710491071_10829725_216713292_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 213px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680702185560366210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ElcGW5RplWs/TtXoikUcXII/AAAAAAAABLI/z-7i_Qne6iU/s320/377767_10150475222111072_710491071_10829725_216713292_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a schedule...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And my schedule for this week tells me to remove things that I know I shouldn't have in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thoughts that have been keeping me captive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Things that have been deceiving me for a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Things that have been taking the life out of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Things that have been making me waste my 'youth' away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All these, before I turn 23 :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That aside....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was speaking to Clarini, some time ago, about how fast people can get into a relationship and then get out of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I kind of like what she said about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She said, "If we wanted, we could flirt with any guy out there and get into a relationship fast. But we choose not to, because we only want to get into a relationship if its for the long haul."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think that I am not someone who can fall in love at first sight..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you're good looking, I'd acknowledge it, but that's just all there would be to it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;because I think personality matters..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My dad reminded me of what I told him 4 years ago, when I was walking down the aisle as my sister's bridesmaid. And he really got angry that day, when I told him, " This might be the last time I might walking down the aisle...unless god makes me swallow my words." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He just confronted me about it, a few days ago and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I told him, "Well, I can tell you that, I haven swallowed my words yet!" Lols..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But you know what?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;now thinking back about it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If  (or when) I do get into a relationship, at least I can tell him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Yea...I was waiting for you" :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Until then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm gonna be living my life :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tC_KEaqr1Go/TtXyfIIeV7I/AAAAAAAABLU/A36Eb6iIYBY/s1600/erm.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tC_KEaqr1Go/TtXyfIIeV7I/AAAAAAAABLU/A36Eb6iIYBY/s320/erm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680713121570641842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya, another thing I am gonna stop doing is that hand sign haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefullyyy, its for the last time.. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-3117604121230539824?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/3117604121230539824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/3117604121230539824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2011/11/change-d.html' title='Change-d'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ElcGW5RplWs/TtXoikUcXII/AAAAAAAABLI/z-7i_Qne6iU/s72-c/377767_10150475222111072_710491071_10829725_216713292_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-1905521217708735892</id><published>2011-11-29T00:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T01:18:20.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e0AwwFE5yFw/TtPCKx9FEUI/AAAAAAAABK4/CpXflqelKdE/s1600/tumblr_l5mc3pVQOU1qcf9boo1_400_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e0AwwFE5yFw/TtPCKx9FEUI/AAAAAAAABK4/CpXflqelKdE/s320/tumblr_l5mc3pVQOU1qcf9boo1_400_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680097045508329794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“People sometimes don’t realize how much they have hurt you&lt;br /&gt;because you chose to stay friends with them and talk to them &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like nothing ever happened between the two of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You forgive them even if they don’t ask for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It’s not stupid if the friendship means enough to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That’s what I would call love.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Clarine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-1905521217708735892?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/1905521217708735892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/1905521217708735892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2011/11/people.html' title='You'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e0AwwFE5yFw/TtPCKx9FEUI/AAAAAAAABK4/CpXflqelKdE/s72-c/tumblr_l5mc3pVQOU1qcf9boo1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-6477310290500061522</id><published>2011-11-27T00:27:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T00:45:32.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NmNov3Bda2w/TtEXJ3wDEeI/AAAAAAAABKs/iRoA-i5sEG8/s1600/tumblr_l33913qmYZ1qzvg7fo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679346063442645474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NmNov3Bda2w/TtEXJ3wDEeI/AAAAAAAABKs/iRoA-i5sEG8/s320/tumblr_l33913qmYZ1qzvg7fo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been told..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that at times I have a "poker face"..&lt;div&gt;that at times I have that so called, "ice queen" veneer..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(And I think this is gonna be the last time I might be speaking about this..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But to me...what matters is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that the people whom I love and care for, know me for who I am..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are the people whom I can just be me, completely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are the people whom i am comfortable with and  and with whom I can have fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And most of all, they mean alot to me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all that matters to me.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I might have to apologise if, sometimes, I might look unfriendly, unintentionally..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hmm...  I also have to add that that ''unfriendly face'' of mine has also saved me, somehow..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You won't understand... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all I wanna say for now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you around :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-6477310290500061522?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/6477310290500061522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/6477310290500061522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-have-been-told-that.html' title='Me'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NmNov3Bda2w/TtEXJ3wDEeI/AAAAAAAABKs/iRoA-i5sEG8/s72-c/tumblr_l33913qmYZ1qzvg7fo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-2726215747675703392</id><published>2011-11-23T21:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T22:01:19.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah Hua's B'day @ Marina Barrage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678184953341764434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdxtcGOjjGQ/Tsz3IXjnY1I/AAAAAAAABJk/A4oIBtzDGlc/s320/bday.jpg" /&gt;Group Shot :)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x2YZ6A6hD0c/Tsz3rHB8eXI/AAAAAAAABJw/DPNZaSIkcFA/s1600/lol.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678185550200994162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x2YZ6A6hD0c/Tsz3rHB8eXI/AAAAAAAABJw/DPNZaSIkcFA/s320/lol.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am just not sure what I was doing with an iPhone :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTzn5GjEjdo/Tsz58MEYy2I/AAAAAAAABJ8/x9XqAKdjxiY/s1600/twi.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678188042634447714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTzn5GjEjdo/Tsz58MEYy2I/AAAAAAAABJ8/x9XqAKdjxiY/s320/twi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haha..cake-face-ed xD&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NChZfZoNN-k/Tsz6nrY9OOI/AAAAAAAABKI/md0Y6g0T3RA/s1600/21.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678188789776595170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NChZfZoNN-k/Tsz6nrY9OOI/AAAAAAAABKI/md0Y6g0T3RA/s320/21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678188985355640594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TrgQ2JWdHKg/Tsz6zD-onxI/AAAAAAAABKU/bjHqr6p_kZc/s320/22.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had nice Poly-mates :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am grateful for that.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I got to handle a kite that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And gosh, it seemed way harder too handle...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;compared to the kite I made when I was in Primary 3 hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That was an Epic story...which was an Epic Fail. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-2726215747675703392?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/2726215747675703392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/2726215747675703392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2011/11/ah-huas-bday-marina-barrage-group-shot.html' title=''/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdxtcGOjjGQ/Tsz3IXjnY1I/AAAAAAAABJk/A4oIBtzDGlc/s72-c/bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-4385696067778975630</id><published>2011-10-31T21:56:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T23:23:48.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Walk To Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 216px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669655454144080450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uYcQfMVsvVA/Tq6pmK8dKkI/AAAAAAAABIc/58ApkvPbevo/s320/walk_onesheet_onlinecopy.jpg" /&gt;This is the other movie, next to "Love me If you dare", that I love alot! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched it when I was in Secondary School, read the book when I was in Secondary School..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I just fell for the storyline :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The book had alot of nice quotes..and so did the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i teared while I was reading the book......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would definitely love to watch/read it again, anytimee :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though its an old movie that came out in 2002 :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this movie had a couple of taglines like my personal favourite....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Love is always patient and kind.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt; It is never jealous.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt; Love is never boastful or conceited. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is never rude or selfish.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt; It does not take offense and is not resentful"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; "&lt;i&gt;It all comes down to who's by your side."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"She didn't belong. She was misunderstood. And she would change him forever...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Love is like the wind. I can't see it, but I can feel it"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QmXUmsoGujE/Tq6wh1Kj1pI/AAAAAAAABI0/KXqoKG7tISI/s1600/snh.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QmXUmsoGujE/Tq6wh1Kj1pI/AAAAAAAABI0/KXqoKG7tISI/s320/snh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669663076159575698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And this was how they were in the beginning......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jamie: &lt;/b&gt;You don't know me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Landon:&lt;/b&gt; Your book and your brown sweater and your hair.  What's more to know -- ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jamie: &lt;/b&gt;I wear the sweater because I'm cold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;             I read because no one talks to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;               My hair is my hair. What is it exactly that's bothering you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Landon:&lt;/b&gt; You don't care what people say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jamie:&lt;/b&gt;  You mean care what you say? I'm worrying about other things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Landon:&lt;/b&gt; Like what? The moons of Jupiter?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jamie:&lt;/b&gt;  Can't you have a normal conversation?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Landon: &lt;/b&gt;I don't want to have any conversation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jamie:&lt;/b&gt; Good, cuz talking to you is like trying to explain red to a blind person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And then... :( .......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YbYd27z6Sxk/Tq68_epEkAI/AAAAAAAABJA/gVKip8uyGJM/s1600/WR_Mandy_Moore_090.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YbYd27z6Sxk/Tq68_epEkAI/AAAAAAAABJA/gVKip8uyGJM/s320/WR_Mandy_Moore_090.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669676779649142786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jamie&lt;/b&gt;: I'm sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Landon&lt;/b&gt;: I'll take you home. You'll be better tomorrow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jamie&lt;/b&gt;: No. No, Landon! I'm sick. I have leukemia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Landon&lt;/b&gt;: No. You're 18. You - you're perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jamie&lt;/b&gt;: No. I found out two years ago and I've stopped responding to treatments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Landon&lt;/b&gt;: So why didn't you tell me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jamie&lt;/b&gt;: The doctor said I should go on and live life normally as best I could. I - I didn't want anybody to be weird around me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Landon&lt;/b&gt;: Including me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jamie* tearing up*&lt;/b&gt;: Especially you! Y'know, I was getting along with everything fine. I accepted it, and then you happened!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JGL8exQCTQ8/Tq69JZS-kKI/AAAAAAAABJM/VqgHCDbTUYw/s1600/WR_Mandy_Moore_078.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JGL8exQCTQ8/Tq69JZS-kKI/AAAAAAAABJM/VqgHCDbTUYw/s320/WR_Mandy_Moore_078.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669676950012989602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I guess by now you would have figured how this story ends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This was how it ended...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Landon&lt;/b&gt;: I'm sorry Jamie never got her miracle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reverend Sullivan(Jamie's Dad)&lt;/b&gt;: She did. It was you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OhpuLEOnzhw/Tq69ZXOXo3I/AAAAAAAABJY/rlkl6qLWRCg/s1600/WR_Mandy_Moore_044.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OhpuLEOnzhw/Tq69ZXOXo3I/AAAAAAAABJY/rlkl6qLWRCg/s320/WR_Mandy_Moore_044.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669677224334697330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-4385696067778975630?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/4385696067778975630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/4385696067778975630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2011/10/walk-to-remember.html' title='A Walk To Remember'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uYcQfMVsvVA/Tq6pmK8dKkI/AAAAAAAABIc/58ApkvPbevo/s72-c/walk_onesheet_onlinecopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-4304609743779234826</id><published>2011-10-30T14:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T14:32:59.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Friends..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CHUmzSK6J0o/TqzsKZD9F2I/AAAAAAAABHM/OZSGSYlaBV0/s1600/smilee.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 378px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CHUmzSK6J0o/TqzsKZD9F2I/AAAAAAAABHM/OZSGSYlaBV0/s400/smilee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669165694222931810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the truth:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever my friends tell me that they are in a relationship and that they are happily in one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just get so happy.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy to know that they are happy :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if they are in that relationship for a very long time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I smile more...and hope they will stay that way :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still remember when my tuition teacher during secondary school &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;told me she broke up with her bf after 7 years that day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I cried...silly me for crying hahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I cried like crap :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Dear friend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are in a relationship right now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stay strong in that relationship :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The two of you coming together, isn't co-incidental.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and deep down you know it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you know it from the start :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of love  and hugs (n perhaps..Cupid's assistant? haha),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-4304609743779234826?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/4304609743779234826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/4304609743779234826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2011/10/heres-truth-whenever-my-friends-tell-me.html' title='Dear Friends..'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CHUmzSK6J0o/TqzsKZD9F2I/AAAAAAAABHM/OZSGSYlaBV0/s72-c/smilee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-6194165868931089730</id><published>2011-10-28T21:13:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T21:35:39.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ehLVMeezWdc/TqquQNXNk1I/AAAAAAAABGk/SK3f2G_N3jI/s1600/imaagee.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ehLVMeezWdc/TqquQNXNk1I/AAAAAAAABGk/SK3f2G_N3jI/s400/imaagee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668534674487350098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;10th Grade&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I sat there in English class,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I stared at the girl next to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was my so called 'best friend'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I stared at her long, silky hair,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and wished she was mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But she didn't notice me like that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I knew it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After class,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she walked up to me and asked me for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the notes she had missed the day before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I handed them to her.She said 'thanks'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and gave me a kiss on the cheek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to tell her, I want her to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that I don't want to be just friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love her but I'm just too shy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I don't know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;11th Grade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The phone rang. On the other end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was her. She was in tears,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mumbling on and on about how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;her love had broke her heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She asked me to come over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because she didn't want to be alone, So I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;soft eyes, wishing she was mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and three bags of chips,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she decided to go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She looked at me, said 'thanks'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and gave me a kiss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on the cheek..I want to tell her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want her to know that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't want to be just friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love her but I'm just too shy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Senior Year&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;One fine day she walked to my locker.&lt;br /&gt;"My date is sick" she said,&lt;br /&gt;"hes not gonna go" well,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade,&lt;br /&gt;we made a promise that&lt;br /&gt;if neither of us had dates,&lt;br /&gt;we would go together just as 'best friends'.&lt;br /&gt;So we did.&lt;br /&gt;That night, after everything was over,&lt;br /&gt;I was standing at her front door step.&lt;br /&gt;I stared at her as She smiled at me&lt;br /&gt;and stared at me with her crystal eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Then she said- "I had the best time, thanks!"&lt;br /&gt;and gave me a kiss on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell her,&lt;br /&gt;I want her to know&lt;br /&gt;that I don't want to be just friends,&lt;br /&gt;I love her but I'm just too shy,&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Graduation&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A day passed, then a week, then a month.&lt;br /&gt;Before I could blink, it was graduation day.&lt;br /&gt;I watched as her perfect body&lt;br /&gt;floated like an angel&lt;br /&gt;up on stage to get her diploma.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted her to be mine-but&lt;br /&gt;she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it.&lt;br /&gt;Before everyone went home,&lt;br /&gt;she came to me in her smock and hat,&lt;br /&gt;and cried as I hugged her.&lt;br /&gt;Then she lifted her head from my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;and said- 'you're my best friend,&lt;br /&gt;thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell her,&lt;br /&gt;I want her to know&lt;br /&gt;that I don't want to be just friends,&lt;br /&gt;I love her but I'm just too shy,&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Marriage&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I sit in the pews of the church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That girl is getting married now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and drive off to her new life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;married to another man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted her to be mine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but she didn't see me like that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I knew it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But before she drove away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she came to me and said 'you came !'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She said 'thanks' and kissed me on the cheek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to tell her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want her to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that I don't want to be just friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love her but I'm just too shy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I don't know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Death&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Years passed, I looked down at the coffin&lt;br /&gt;of a girl who used to be my 'best friend'.&lt;br /&gt;At the service, they read a diary entry&lt;br /&gt;she had wrote in her high school years.&lt;br /&gt;This is what it read:&lt;br /&gt;'I stare at him wishing he was mine,&lt;br /&gt;but he doesn't notice me like that,&lt;br /&gt;and I know it.&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell him,&lt;br /&gt;I want him to know that&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be just friends,&lt;br /&gt;I love him but I'm just too shy,&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;I wish he would tell me he loved me ! '&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/mylifesayings"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/mylifesayings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-6194165868931089730?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/6194165868931089730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/6194165868931089730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2011/10/10th-grade-as-i-sat-there-in-english.html' title='Growing Old'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ehLVMeezWdc/TqquQNXNk1I/AAAAAAAABGk/SK3f2G_N3jI/s72-c/imaagee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-6801309008115572142</id><published>2011-10-23T10:47:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T11:38:37.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Things..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They put a smile on your face, don't they? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6IWwYEers4A/TqN_-dGA5zI/AAAAAAAABC0/REbDOwXTwZQ/s1600/tumblr_lp9qypxd2f1qb8xspo1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6IWwYEers4A/TqN_-dGA5zI/AAAAAAAABC0/REbDOwXTwZQ/s400/tumblr_lp9qypxd2f1qb8xspo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666513467100686130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-duETm3dEi1M/TqN_2aNs14I/AAAAAAAABCo/O4vl4njL4Pk/s1600/tumblr_lqrn58ckOr1qb8xspo1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-duETm3dEi1M/TqN_2aNs14I/AAAAAAAABCo/O4vl4njL4Pk/s400/tumblr_lqrn58ckOr1qb8xspo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666513328888665986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kp95icT84Q8/TqN_va3Ah7I/AAAAAAAABCc/sAZ92AZ701U/s1600/lsla.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kp95icT84Q8/TqN_va3Ah7I/AAAAAAAABCc/sAZ92AZ701U/s400/lsla.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666513208802838450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-284mwmA2lwc/TqOAZPrX6yI/AAAAAAAABDA/dFBbbF2oWf0/s1600/tumblr_ln5okprpWI1qb8xspo1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-284mwmA2lwc/TqOAZPrX6yI/AAAAAAAABDA/dFBbbF2oWf0/s400/tumblr_ln5okprpWI1qb8xspo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666513927355755298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yWG9a_9xcbI/TqOAvIRs6II/AAAAAAAABDY/Zf0taxPGp0k/s1600/colour.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--5xGkXHc7Bg/TqODREtACyI/AAAAAAAABFo/2t5EJUkK9Xg/s400/tumblr_lt30y8eOX11qb8xspo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666517085505719074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thanks justlittlethings.net!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-6801309008115572142?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/6801309008115572142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/6801309008115572142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2011/10/little-things.html' title='The Little Things..'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6IWwYEers4A/TqN_-dGA5zI/AAAAAAAABC0/REbDOwXTwZQ/s72-c/tumblr_lp9qypxd2f1qb8xspo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-8782361335704390882</id><published>2011-10-17T22:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T22:42:14.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tubelights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DMm5q0QAw1I/Tpw5y19qJtI/AAAAAAAABCQ/FGprDhzOoS4/s1600/tubees.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 319px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664465976967177938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DMm5q0QAw1I/Tpw5y19qJtI/AAAAAAAABCQ/FGprDhzOoS4/s400/tubees.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Strangers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We really were strangers. haha&lt;div align="center"&gt;We thought we had nothing in common.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And we even joked about it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until I got to find out that her boyfriend was actually my primary school classmate. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amazing, don't you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How from strangers we become friends?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And how it can be a small small world out there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it so happens that we were born in the same month!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was born on the 7th of January.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I was born on the 6th of January.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha She mentioned about us being Capris..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i doubt that makes us capricious... or does it? :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, she gave a name for this photo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"When Tubelights Meet" :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-8782361335704390882?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/8782361335704390882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/8782361335704390882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2011/10/tubelights.html' title='Tubelights'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DMm5q0QAw1I/Tpw5y19qJtI/AAAAAAAABCQ/FGprDhzOoS4/s72-c/tubees.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-52976618702079453</id><published>2011-10-15T21:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T09:51:56.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Our Generation..and the next..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JvhB_YWrih8/Tpmmk56KGaI/AAAAAAAABCE/N0v5BOCXCu4/s1600/12796133295LYUBH3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JvhB_YWrih8/Tpmmk56KGaI/AAAAAAAABCE/N0v5BOCXCu4/s400/12796133295LYUBH3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663741159345363362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read the newspaper or a magazine or something that is on paper. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let the whole ‘print journalism is dying!’ (expletive) come true &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because sometimes dying newspaper jokes can be really funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, if you stare at a computer screen too much you’ll either gain wrinkles around your eyes or you’ll start doing online dating/never leave your house because of reddit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a library card, and if that’s too much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; at least one copy of Romeo and Juliet you stole from your high school library. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, if you get newspapers, don’t litter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don’t be one of those (expletive) who cries at ASPCA commercials but throws cigarette butts on the ground that little baby corgis can choke and die on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, don’t let the Internet take over your life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meet somebody in a grocery store if you can and not because their ‘OK Match E-HARHAR profile’ and because they say that they like skiing and the Aristocats as much as you do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turn off the computer and step out into the sweet sun every once in a while,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; unless the robots or zombies have taken over and then you might not be able to do that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DO NOT LET THE ROBOTS WIN. Or Grub Hub. Or Etsy. Or Youtube videos of cats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don’t download everything, go to a movie theater. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feel the rain on your skin, or the fresh cool breeze of human interaction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;extracted from &lt;a href="http://mols.tumblr.com/post/9116562628"&gt;http://mols.tumblr.com/post/9116562628&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&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/35707840-52976618702079453?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/52976618702079453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/52976618702079453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2011/10/for-our-generationand-next.html' title='For Our Generation..and the next..'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JvhB_YWrih8/Tpmmk56KGaI/AAAAAAAABCE/N0v5BOCXCu4/s72-c/12796133295LYUBH3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-3332261835110437351</id><published>2011-10-15T19:40:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T11:14:44.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stopping myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gU3STGrEyAk/TplxPEDyWfI/AAAAAAAABB4/ZfcZeigwRnY/s1600/Courtesy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663682509996710386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gU3STGrEyAk/TplxPEDyWfI/AAAAAAAABB4/ZfcZeigwRnY/s400/Courtesy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Telling myself to stop..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Telling myself to pause..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which is why I try my best not to tweet, blog or log into FB when I feel disturbed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just afraid of what I might regret later on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend told me that she felt that i was weird..cuz I don't tweet/blog or FB it etc....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I guess I'm just afraid..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't stop this tears..maybe because everyone is out of this house right now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haven't really progressed much with my assignment as well.. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know...I just can't figure out just what kind of a year 2011 is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I definitely had good stuffs happening this year..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met good new friends..and my old friends are still there for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a good time at my contract school and a good working environment..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I managed to fulfill a small little dream I had been having for years, this year... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this year took Lassie away from me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find myself questioning myself about the things I do..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And right now Grandpa is in hospital... Doc said he's only given a few more days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there are people out there who are making a drama out of it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And needless to say, Assignments are bulking up..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2011...who are you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You seem to be taking alot from me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just felt like I welcomed you with alot of smiles..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it seems like you are gonna leave me confused..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a small chat with a girlfriend about Emotional Baggages..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And how much I disagree with Emotional Baggages being carried into the next relationship..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And how much I disagree with people getting together just to get over the previous relationship..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I don't think that its fair to the other party..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Relating it to this...&lt;br /&gt;I hope I won't have to carry whatever that's happened in 2011 into 2012..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuz it will be unfair if I carried this over to 2012 right?..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I don't know if I can work on this before I step into 2012..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I can pick myself up and not lose myself..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and waste my years as I did years back..and regret it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to waste my years anymore.. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-3332261835110437351?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/3332261835110437351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/3332261835110437351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2011/10/stopping-myself.html' title='Stopping myself'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gU3STGrEyAk/TplxPEDyWfI/AAAAAAAABB4/ZfcZeigwRnY/s72-c/Courtesy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-4760109433915691360</id><published>2011-10-12T00:34:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T01:08:48.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fft0BFS6gAs/TpR34fwAweI/AAAAAAAABBs/qxAKNlfj-q8/s1600/51KT9QS6XBL.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fft0BFS6gAs/TpR34fwAweI/AAAAAAAABBs/qxAKNlfj-q8/s400/51KT9QS6XBL.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662282443990811106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reminded of this French Movie, "Love me If you dare" :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Loved it so much, and I still do haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The story line is one of a kind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yfzo8nA_S8A/TpRwRZjoXTI/AAAAAAAABA8/P_tPNi_NazM/s1600/love_me_if_you_dare_ver1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yfzo8nA_S8A/TpRwRZjoXTI/AAAAAAAABA8/P_tPNi_NazM/s400/love_me_if_you_dare_ver1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662274075731975474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the whole story..revolves around this one thing :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mlTkS4tKWrU/TpRxaKkwl8I/AAAAAAAABBU/O7yDndycH-c/s1600/Love-Me-If-You-Dare-3_thumb.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mlTkS4tKWrU/TpRxaKkwl8I/AAAAAAAABBU/O7yDndycH-c/s400/Love-Me-If-You-Dare-3_thumb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662275325840627650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whoever has it in their hands.............has to complete a dare. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the dares, started out innocently at first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(But it got scarier as they grew older haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But nevertheless..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's my favorite Foreign Film :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love it...and I really don't mind watching it again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lines from the Movie:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Julien:&lt;/b&gt; You know...there were lots of things I was game for that you never said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sophie:&lt;/b&gt; Like?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Julien:&lt;/b&gt; Eating ants...insulting the unemployed...loving you like crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Julien:&lt;/b&gt; You'll lend it sometimes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sophie:&lt;/b&gt; You give, then take back. You really want it, prove it? Are you game?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Julien:&lt;/b&gt;(narrating) That was it! I think that's how it all really started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Julien to Sophie:&lt;/b&gt; GAME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-4760109433915691360?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/4760109433915691360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/4760109433915691360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2011/10/vivid-memory.html' title='Movie!'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fft0BFS6gAs/TpR34fwAweI/AAAAAAAABBs/qxAKNlfj-q8/s72-c/51KT9QS6XBL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-1756348056581372199</id><published>2011-10-12T00:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T01:02:54.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black and White</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3c-NTWMD8Po/TpRtxXD6ZzI/AAAAAAAABAw/CrE2fnDrtoY/s1600/IMAG0502.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662271326282999602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3c-NTWMD8Po/TpRtxXD6ZzI/AAAAAAAABAw/CrE2fnDrtoY/s400/IMAG0502.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WUMImXrm-4I/TpRtQPs_5CI/AAAAAAAABAk/pimaBThgiaI/s1600/best%2Bshoes%2Bever.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 190px; height: 153px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662270757372159010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WUMImXrm-4I/TpRtQPs_5CI/AAAAAAAABAk/pimaBThgiaI/s400/best%2Bshoes%2Bever.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wanted to get this pair of shoes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Erm...just a sudden fasination..until my sister...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, let's just say she stopped me. hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IWg7usqd7BE/TpRs_suC-_I/AAAAAAAABAY/hr0spuks3n4/s1600/h.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662270473103408114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IWg7usqd7BE/TpRs_suC-_I/AAAAAAAABAY/hr0spuks3n4/s400/h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah Hua bought this for me... Love it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It reminded me of the Rose in the Disney Movie, Beauty and the Beast :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-1756348056581372199?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/1756348056581372199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/1756348056581372199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2011/10/black-and-white.html' title='Black and White'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3c-NTWMD8Po/TpRtxXD6ZzI/AAAAAAAABAw/CrE2fnDrtoY/s72-c/IMAG0502.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-4677002767439265374</id><published>2011-09-30T00:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T00:02:22.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Happy Girl :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-08RM0FG0mXU/ToSXliCLOgI/AAAAAAAAA_0/bscpzagTR04/s1600/tumblr_l9l4p5IqzK1qcfyx8o1_500_thumb.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 200px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657813702931069442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-08RM0FG0mXU/ToSXliCLOgI/AAAAAAAAA_0/bscpzagTR04/s400/tumblr_l9l4p5IqzK1qcfyx8o1_500_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a nice day today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;although I was only running on 4 hours of sleep :s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It started with Ferrero Rocher in the morning, from my Dad:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I am really not sure why that chocolate has an effect on me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has that "happy" effect :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then there was Meranti. I believe we bonded more as a group, although I have to admit, I was dozing off a little. haha..But Meranti made me open up...about mel..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I liked that openness feeling during those 2 days :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the last thing that made me happy was when I was on my way home. I bumped into a neighbour right after I stepped out of the bridge near yck station. And guess who she had with her? A huge pure white Japanese Spitz! (a larger version of Lassie). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But dumb me asked the owner if her dog bites only after I walked over -.- I guess I was just too excited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My neighbour told me "Hmm..It depends.. She can bite" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took 4 steps backward. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the owner said, "You have to see if she comes toward you..If she does, you are really lucky" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I stood still. You know what her dog did? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It came over, jumped and placed its two paws on me! I was just so happy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like really happy happy happy happy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I am really blessed :p haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Told my neighbour how happy I was..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And believe me, I am still soooooo Happy. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what I like... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice Simple happiness :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways I tweeted a few things last night, that I felt can be blogged too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's what I tweeted :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just remembered asking my Dad a question when I was alot younger...n he replied, saying 'when you grow up you will understand"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't really recall what that question was though..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But  I was just thinking...even after becoming adults... there are just some questions that we will never get an answer to..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe we just accept things the way they are...or we just quit asking questions altogether... we just give up n go about living our lives..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or perhaps we create our own answers to satisfy ourselves......but whether or not those answers are delusional is another thing altogether..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe...its just time to set those questions aside... if they have to be answered, they will be answered in due time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If they are never answered...maybe its just best that they remain unanswered..inconclusive...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like how, sometimes, unspoken words are better than spoken words..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna head to bed right now..&lt;br /&gt;Rest well friend..&lt;br /&gt;Good night and much loves :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-4677002767439265374?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/4677002767439265374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/4677002767439265374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-girl.html' title='A Happy Girl :)'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-08RM0FG0mXU/ToSXliCLOgI/AAAAAAAAA_0/bscpzagTR04/s72-c/tumblr_l9l4p5IqzK1qcfyx8o1_500_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-894085878358760375</id><published>2011-09-28T01:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T02:12:37.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust and Your Safety Belt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFU24LYDqI/ToIRaewLXyI/AAAAAAAAA_M/NzEK7nGZYH8/s1600/F343ADFFDAC336C3B4C2EE87D6FEBA.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFU24LYDqI/ToIRaewLXyI/AAAAAAAAA_M/NzEK7nGZYH8/s400/F343ADFFDAC336C3B4C2EE87D6FEBA.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657103228560170786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna ride this..&lt;br /&gt;At least, it's the closest i can get to flying...&lt;br /&gt;At least there's some percentage of freedom..&lt;br /&gt;though i am being held by those safety belts..&lt;br /&gt;I think its a fair share of freedom and security :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again...Can I really trust those safety belts?&lt;br /&gt;Or should I change the question?..&lt;br /&gt;Am I willing to trust those belts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've all heard of stories of safety belts giving way..&lt;br /&gt;We've heard of people losing their lives..&lt;br /&gt;We've heard of people, living to tell the stories behind those scars they have..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that we have heard and seen...&lt;br /&gt;Are we willing to trust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if we are...&lt;br /&gt;What are the reasons?&lt;br /&gt;Why is that safety belt worthy of your trust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think deep down...&lt;br /&gt;we want freedom from knowing the truth..&lt;br /&gt;we want genuine sincerity..&lt;br /&gt;we want genuine love..&lt;br /&gt;we want honesty..&lt;br /&gt;we want trust..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-894085878358760375?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/894085878358760375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/894085878358760375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-wanna-ride-this.html' title='Trust and Your Safety Belt'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFU24LYDqI/ToIRaewLXyI/AAAAAAAAA_M/NzEK7nGZYH8/s72-c/F343ADFFDAC336C3B4C2EE87D6FEBA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-2869941699231056444</id><published>2011-09-26T19:54:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T02:11:29.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yNCp3CLczkw/ToBqDd_9iOI/AAAAAAAAA90/UCWwxLGc3Nc/s1600/tumblr_lim7kjDQSk1qaefeto1_500_thumb.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 200px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656637739802396898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yNCp3CLczkw/ToBqDd_9iOI/AAAAAAAAA90/UCWwxLGc3Nc/s320/tumblr_lim7kjDQSk1qaefeto1_500_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello you :) I have a problem now...I realised that I have not really been updating blogger. And so right now..I have alot to update about. haha Went to a couple of places over the past few months..here are a few :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teacher's Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ffdi2akMmTU/ToBswb9FmYI/AAAAAAAAA-E/dGivvxvimz8/s1600/41408ab0258641ccbe84d83f76130161_7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656640711370840450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ffdi2akMmTU/ToBswb9FmYI/AAAAAAAAA-E/dGivvxvimz8/s320/41408ab0258641ccbe84d83f76130161_7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to catch up with my collegues back at my contract school. Did i ever mention that I really had wonderful collegues? :)&lt;br /&gt;During the concert, they had a segment where they flashed out pictures that were taken when my collegues were kids. They looked so cute! Not that they don't look so now, but I'm sure "you understand my understand ;)" haha&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to be back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TpPgrYvM1q4/ToBrM5kYelI/AAAAAAAAA98/F3Hwn12KeqY/s1600/kids.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 246px; height: 199px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656639001333365330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TpPgrYvM1q4/ToBrM5kYelI/AAAAAAAAA98/F3Hwn12KeqY/s320/kids.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken on the last day I was teaching there..Miss those kids.. I was a little teary eyed haha..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meet up with Pei2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eGqxi9a025I/ToIIYsm2LdI/AAAAAAAAA-M/rl4k7fqmT3c/s1600/rtr.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eGqxi9a025I/ToIIYsm2LdI/AAAAAAAAA-M/rl4k7fqmT3c/s320/rtr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657093302314741202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sec school buddy :)) It was a good meet-up session... and we realised through our conversation that we had the potential to be good script writers xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Camwhoring in the Library (of all places)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GCk0gwp1WR8/ToIJHWGaQEI/AAAAAAAAA-U/OSHUmv94az8/s1600/11.jpg" style="font-weight: bold; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GCk0gwp1WR8/ToIJHWGaQEI/AAAAAAAAA-U/OSHUmv94az8/s320/11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657094103726964802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KDdoptJBGug/ToIJRxdaXgI/AAAAAAAAA-c/ToxJ_s0TncQ/s1600/12.jpg" style="font-weight: bold; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KDdoptJBGug/ToIJRxdaXgI/AAAAAAAAA-c/ToxJ_s0TncQ/s320/12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657094282869890562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9fNmJ9PcfM/ToIJY8BgeUI/AAAAAAAAA-k/lMgtmwEhCKk/s1600/13.jpg" style="font-weight: bold; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9fNmJ9PcfM/ToIJY8BgeUI/AAAAAAAAA-k/lMgtmwEhCKk/s320/13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657094405964724546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame boredom...haha no la...becuz Gai found this amazing app on her laptop..so we camwhored. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meet-up with Clarine and Zuraimi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C5Vqu88TVaE/ToIKFdvkVlI/AAAAAAAAA-s/QiehbUoVYtM/s1600/DSC00977.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C5Vqu88TVaE/ToIKFdvkVlI/AAAAAAAAA-s/QiehbUoVYtM/s320/DSC00977.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657095170930529874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the zoo with erm...PF? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MsCiVRbsFZE/ToIKlxs-4pI/AAAAAAAAA-0/WJEAlbmGS-w/s1600/DSC00974.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MsCiVRbsFZE/ToIKlxs-4pI/AAAAAAAAA-0/WJEAlbmGS-w/s320/DSC00974.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657095726044209810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this shot of Clarine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7xhGsNarB24/ToILdYrz32I/AAAAAAAAA-8/mlm9gRh75Pw/s1600/321129_10150360009121072_710491071_10231766_1623463512_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7xhGsNarB24/ToILdYrz32I/AAAAAAAAA-8/mlm9gRh75Pw/s320/321129_10150360009121072_710491071_10231766_1623463512_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657096681401081698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays end of updates for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-2869941699231056444?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/2869941699231056444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/2869941699231056444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2011/09/hello-you-i-have-problem-now.html' title='Updates :)'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yNCp3CLczkw/ToBqDd_9iOI/AAAAAAAAA90/UCWwxLGc3Nc/s72-c/tumblr_lim7kjDQSk1qaefeto1_500_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-7204934269146846223</id><published>2011-09-10T14:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T14:52:53.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lovely group of people..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--KSAXsoH7h8/TmsHtovVFMI/AAAAAAAAA9c/povBK7OANz0/s1600/us.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 306px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650618638077859010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--KSAXsoH7h8/TmsHtovVFMI/AAAAAAAAA9c/povBK7OANz0/s320/us.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kind of missing you guys right now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just got reminded of how we used to chiong overnight.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at Mac..At Vel's house...at my house...At Bugis... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope everything is going well for ya'll.... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-7204934269146846223?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/7204934269146846223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/7204934269146846223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2011/09/kinda-missing-you-guys-right-now.html' title='A lovely group of people..'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--KSAXsoH7h8/TmsHtovVFMI/AAAAAAAAA9c/povBK7OANz0/s72-c/us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-1204332268826623009</id><published>2011-08-25T22:17:00.030+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T21:23:30.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What really matters?..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_BaLRMSLe9g/TlZpo68Xb4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/A2j1CRrFK7I/s1600/IMAG0275.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_BaLRMSLe9g/TlZpo68Xb4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/A2j1CRrFK7I/s400/IMAG0275.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644815334693629826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Had a funny and crazy night out with her..especially after all those pictures we took.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We laughed over a drink...laughed over a soup.......... and other crazy stuffs..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Silly isn't it? haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But I guess that's how we are ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1-SML5s_NKc/TlZav7WevEI/AAAAAAAAA70/bYA5GWJw3SM/s1600/matters.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 342px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644798962387827778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1-SML5s_NKc/TlZav7WevEI/AAAAAAAAA70/bYA5GWJw3SM/s400/matters.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's what I have been telling myself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I feel that I cloud my mind with things that don't really matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I get affected by it &lt;b&gt;or&lt;/b&gt; worry about it &lt;b&gt;or &lt;/b&gt;get disturbed by it &lt;b&gt;or&lt;/b&gt; get sad about it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which then makes me wonder..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Is it worth it?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it worth so much of my memory space?..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it worth so much of my feelings?..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it worth so much of my brain cells? (I mean, I have started studying, you see... so it IS an important question haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erm.. no this is not a bitter post :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 'old group' came together again some time ago...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been a few years since we all played together..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We used to meet up very often and play for hourss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we started playing again, it felt abit strange..because the music didn't really flow well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But after some time, it was alright..felt like the old times :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think all of us felt good to go back to how we started...for me it was the drums :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya, we decided to stuff newspapers into the Toms so that it wouldn't be so loud. There were other alternatives but we just decided to go with that.. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mJpagWSBMQw/TlZaTZmQNXI/AAAAAAAAA7s/7ZZUDfb93kc/s1600/IMAG0492.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 239px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644798472290841970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mJpagWSBMQw/TlZaTZmQNXI/AAAAAAAAA7s/7ZZUDfb93kc/s400/IMAG0492.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I went to watch Captain America with Clarine and Zuraimi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were alot of empty seats in the cinema..in fact the chairs infront of us were all empty!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps that could have explained why we were talking, commenting and laughing during the movie...I kind of loved our ''commentaries'' more than the movie actually..haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I kind of like the time the movie was set in. Those retro times are loves...Can't wait for The Avengers! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took alot of pictures after the movie..right outside a shop..where we kind of made use of their display lights xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UxFINWUErUU/TlZwKzXSQwI/AAAAAAAAA8U/h3X8CC_Fn1w/s1600/e.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UxFINWUErUU/TlZwKzXSQwI/AAAAAAAAA8U/h3X8CC_Fn1w/s400/e.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644822513844372226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mgR1BJT46hg/TlZxQG4-kqI/AAAAAAAAA8c/GgrHxMNhcO0/s1600/werwwwr.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mgR1BJT46hg/TlZxQG4-kqI/AAAAAAAAA8c/GgrHxMNhcO0/s400/werwwwr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644823704496935586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bQDnMx27a8c/TlZygJaobSI/AAAAAAAAA8s/0LefUaqCBF4/s1600/344.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bQDnMx27a8c/TlZygJaobSI/AAAAAAAAA8s/0LefUaqCBF4/s400/344.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644825079564496162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4jmDTyUthZM/TlZxt9cuHEI/AAAAAAAAA8k/qbm7d3Yf2JU/s1600/werw.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4jmDTyUthZM/TlZxt9cuHEI/AAAAAAAAA8k/qbm7d3Yf2JU/s400/werw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644824217358572610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alrighty I better head to bed now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take care.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good Night :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-1204332268826623009?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/1204332268826623009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/1204332268826623009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2011/08/had-funny-night-out-with-her.html' title='What really matters?..'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_BaLRMSLe9g/TlZpo68Xb4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/A2j1CRrFK7I/s72-c/IMAG0275.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-7070544178591878436</id><published>2011-08-19T22:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T23:20:27.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P4D2FtAhaBo/Tk5tJIxwtXI/AAAAAAAAA7U/OXTb-br2fLM/s1600/tumblr_lhlbf3sYAu1qaobbko1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P4D2FtAhaBo/Tk5tJIxwtXI/AAAAAAAAA7U/OXTb-br2fLM/s400/tumblr_lhlbf3sYAu1qaobbko1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642567386884257138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I felt so inspired to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of things tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I did :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Harpi to the max!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-7070544178591878436?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/7070544178591878436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/7070544178591878436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2011/08/inspired.html' title='Inspired :)'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P4D2FtAhaBo/Tk5tJIxwtXI/AAAAAAAAA7U/OXTb-br2fLM/s72-c/tumblr_lhlbf3sYAu1qaobbko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-1290241458857168411</id><published>2011-08-17T23:05:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T09:29:25.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bang Bang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xW5J1cBYt8c/TkvrwWOqEyI/AAAAAAAAA7M/09xSenoHpiQ/s1600/IMAG0242.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xW5J1cBYt8c/TkvrwWOqEyI/AAAAAAAAA7M/09xSenoHpiQ/s400/IMAG0242.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641862174044984098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeap, My new hairstyle. haha It has been receiving mixed reactions so far. I just wanted to do something different that's why I changed it.. But once in a while, when it gets a little bit annoying, I just push it all to the side xD Should I really do some highlights?...Blue? hmmm haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I have alot to work on...me, as a person...decided to make changes to how I live my life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I have to admit one thing.. I have been taking the 'unhealthy route' the past few weeks. Been fast-food eating like crazy....Eeeeee! The amount of liquid fats that went through my mouth! (Are you grossed out at the way I said it? Actually...me too hahaha!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-1290241458857168411?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/1290241458857168411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/1290241458857168411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2011/08/bang-bang.html' title='Bang Bang!'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xW5J1cBYt8c/TkvrwWOqEyI/AAAAAAAAA7M/09xSenoHpiQ/s72-c/IMAG0242.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-6040053354119574510</id><published>2011-08-13T01:19:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T05:28:04.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Emo Post :|</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8RhNYqChywk/TkVuPTBjMQI/AAAAAAAAA7E/my-uXZzrn-g/s1600/tumblr_ljxud5FX5m1qaobbko1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8RhNYqChywk/TkVuPTBjMQI/AAAAAAAAA7E/my-uXZzrn-g/s400/tumblr_ljxud5FX5m1qaobbko1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640035317435281666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry I have not really been myself lately.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been trying to control myself from getting emo.. but it is proving to be a little hard at times..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still miss Lassie.....since June 8..............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its really painful... :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know people are saying/thinking, ''It's just a dog. You are taking it too hard..''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trust me, I know that... I've been trying to talk myself out of this emo thingy ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I don't know why I'm just struggling at times...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever it is... I will get past this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm telling myself that I will get over this phase of time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just need an outlet every now and then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"I was strong in the past, I am strong now, I will be strong in the future''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thank God it is Saturday tomorrow :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Alrights...I guess I will end my Emo post here haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nights :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-6040053354119574510?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/6040053354119574510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/6040053354119574510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-sorry-i-have-not-really-been-myself.html' title='My Little Emo Post :|'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8RhNYqChywk/TkVuPTBjMQI/AAAAAAAAA7E/my-uXZzrn-g/s72-c/tumblr_ljxud5FX5m1qaobbko1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-1137793042218330677</id><published>2011-08-05T16:29:00.033+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T17:07:11.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:))</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted to publish this post earlier..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it took me quite some time to do it cuz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These pictures made me tear...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--QHhebbt1DQ/Tju2u_ev1QI/AAAAAAAAA48/V7XdYmcUEKU/s1600/76837_115741731826054_100001706830250_105831_4276038_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 298px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637300277014942978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--QHhebbt1DQ/Tju2u_ev1QI/AAAAAAAAA48/V7XdYmcUEKU/s400/76837_115741731826054_100001706830250_105831_4276038_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They brought back alot of memories.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R5sWwT6n9Z8/Tju3vmTcw1I/AAAAAAAAA5U/jDNaBsFYH0E/s1600/chinatown.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 299px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637301386948166482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R5sWwT6n9Z8/Tju3vmTcw1I/AAAAAAAAA5U/jDNaBsFYH0E/s400/chinatown.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how we started this friendship..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YMQrZhlhUJ0/Tju4mmFo0EI/AAAAAAAAA5c/snQHadqWf1E/s1600/oun.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 399px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637302331783041090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YMQrZhlhUJ0/Tju4mmFo0EI/AAAAAAAAA5c/snQHadqWf1E/s400/oun.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how we realised that we were both travelling on almost similar paths :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q4sxgUWDNU0/Tju3ZNjKYMI/AAAAAAAAA5M/C4-quUC0MbU/s1600/angels.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637301002346062018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q4sxgUWDNU0/Tju3ZNjKYMI/AAAAAAAAA5M/C4-quUC0MbU/s400/angels.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How we enjoyed ourselves to the max :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u1eaqL3MiHw/Tju3Y5e3DWI/AAAAAAAAA5E/2awYYoJi1UA/s1600/angel.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 285px; height: 394px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637300996959309154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u1eaqL3MiHw/Tju3Y5e3DWI/AAAAAAAAA5E/2awYYoJi1UA/s400/angel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;how we had fun on days when we were just simply... being us ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mOqoBUaWY7w/Tju5Zz-0jNI/AAAAAAAAA5k/Qiq4IMo38nc/s1600/mickeyy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 282px; height: 379px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637303211685874898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mOqoBUaWY7w/Tju5Zz-0jNI/AAAAAAAAA5k/Qiq4IMo38nc/s400/mickeyy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZN5VXqmDTHs/Tju82mYqccI/AAAAAAAAA50/CodHsXsDgC4/s1600/dan.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZN5VXqmDTHs/Tju82mYqccI/AAAAAAAAA50/CodHsXsDgC4/s400/dan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637307004787257794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RCODf0TAvUk/Tju9WE90k1I/AAAAAAAAA58/ydeOBhmZXJA/s1600/danc.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RCODf0TAvUk/Tju9WE90k1I/AAAAAAAAA58/ydeOBhmZXJA/s400/danc.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637307545572119378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how we got crazzy together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gIAzM6IYB_Q/Tju9rEz4giI/AAAAAAAAA6E/61jlUcRn6Bw/s1600/haha.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gIAzM6IYB_Q/Tju9rEz4giI/AAAAAAAAA6E/61jlUcRn6Bw/s400/haha.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637307906307686946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how we laughed (and posed alot) :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kjv8225etpk/Tju99bHpx8I/AAAAAAAAA6M/yAC1Ohh1MWU/s1600/hehheh.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kjv8225etpk/Tju99bHpx8I/AAAAAAAAA6M/yAC1Ohh1MWU/s400/hehheh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637308221533833154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wOddILiEB88/Tju-T4vn0vI/AAAAAAAAA6U/hTVtIS-DnZc/s1600/minsb4blackout.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wOddILiEB88/Tju-T4vn0vI/AAAAAAAAA6U/hTVtIS-DnZc/s400/minsb4blackout.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637308607443227378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and how we cried when we were not able to hold back our tears..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ajUQbU5-mus/Tju_tYl6lqI/AAAAAAAAA6c/JLWnxM69mTE/s1600/nicee.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ajUQbU5-mus/Tju_tYl6lqI/AAAAAAAAA6c/JLWnxM69mTE/s400/nicee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637310145000806050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SLCwVfl6RRc/TjvBjZ6UFJI/AAAAAAAAA6k/vxtoR90UKco/s1600/uss.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SLCwVfl6RRc/TjvBjZ6UFJI/AAAAAAAAA6k/vxtoR90UKco/s400/uss.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637312172579361938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm really happy that you have found someone special  babe! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope that from now on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life will treat you well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and bring you happiness time and again, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no matter how simple it is :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wHvWy1nqf8/TjvC8ZLNdqI/AAAAAAAAA6s/XYulkFzXSIE/s1600/red.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wHvWy1nqf8/TjvC8ZLNdqI/AAAAAAAAA6s/XYulkFzXSIE/s400/red.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637313701390153378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even if you have to go through the worst of times....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope that you will be able to find the same strength and will you had, to pull through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QZXeDlm3XOU/TjvDQPU8VbI/AAAAAAAAA60/J_NXmvVhwHw/s1600/lattest.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QZXeDlm3XOU/TjvDQPU8VbI/AAAAAAAAA60/J_NXmvVhwHw/s400/lattest.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637314042344002994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The last few days were quite hard for me to even say ''Bye Fiona''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cuz i really think that although we knew each other for almost close to a year..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we had a really special bond..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's hard to explain..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I believe that as long as we know why we are twins...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's enough :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm really missing you lots..cuz you really mean alot to me too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope you are doing well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take care okay? You really have to..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Sending hugs all the way from NIE ...(and Amk haha) *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-1137793042218330677?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/1137793042218330677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/1137793042218330677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2011/08/twins.html' title=':))'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--QHhebbt1DQ/Tju2u_ev1QI/AAAAAAAAA48/V7XdYmcUEKU/s72-c/76837_115741731826054_100001706830250_105831_4276038_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-2251298805085899233</id><published>2011-07-31T12:20:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T12:50:08.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summarising..</title><content type='html'>I have not been faithfully updating my blog. So i guess you can take this post as me..."regurgitating"(Lols!) what i have been doing the past few months xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oNfLBTzk5Pw/TjTZ3fi7TxI/AAAAAAAAA18/9-1s0icdlxA/s1600/IMAG0731.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 176px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oNfLBTzk5Pw/TjTZ3fi7TxI/AAAAAAAAA18/9-1s0icdlxA/s400/IMAG0731.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635368581131357970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lunch with Jo.. We spent close to 4 hours there talking alottt. The chocolate fondue at Breeks made us stay longer xD haha Question of the day : " Where are we heading from here on?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We definitely did alot of thinking :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wuaHQKuMME8/TjTm5-17mII/AAAAAAAAA3c/aq3AMTOqHP4/s1600/207459_10150211228791072_710491071_8849388_5953846_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wuaHQKuMME8/TjTm5-17mII/AAAAAAAAA3c/aq3AMTOqHP4/s400/207459_10150211228791072_710491071_8849388_5953846_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635382917543467138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then there were International Friendship Day. It was a pretty packed day but it was fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then we went to Kluang...I was kinda shocked by the number of flashbacks I had there. I used to visit that place when i was alot younger..and as I said then..I was kinda amazed by how much I have changed :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh and Thank God S came along...our age gap is nothing really :)) haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take a look at these next few pictures carefully...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S took all these pictures..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-57J_8WxcNsw/TjTh93BC6II/AAAAAAAAA2c/osAtbCl1x7A/s1600/Photo1736.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-57J_8WxcNsw/TjTh93BC6II/AAAAAAAAA2c/osAtbCl1x7A/s400/Photo1736.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635377486603937922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Snapshot : Fail!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zyah01Z6Wz8/TjTeq7susqI/AAAAAAAAA2E/Dm8hChxz8os/s1600/Photo1733.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zyah01Z6Wz8/TjTeq7susqI/AAAAAAAAA2E/Dm8hChxz8os/s400/Photo1733.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635373862908506786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picture together : Fail! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; She couldn't take all these picture well...BUT...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9VL_gbWpLvo/TjTgMxXIFJI/AAAAAAAAA2M/3UPK0LEQ9zA/s1600/Photo1735.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9VL_gbWpLvo/TjTgMxXIFJI/AAAAAAAAA2M/3UPK0LEQ9zA/s400/Photo1735.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635375543760721042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She could take THIS picture "super fabulously" well -.-''  haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( Sorry if that picture above shocked you hahaha! )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The following pictures were taken when we were walking around...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNyoCMhGbIk/TjTkQuacfGI/AAAAAAAAA2k/RPCI--NjzAo/s1600/P1010946.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNyoCMhGbIk/TjTkQuacfGI/AAAAAAAAA2k/RPCI--NjzAo/s400/P1010946.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635380009735322722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nr_owgCi0hM/TjTlkR85KrI/AAAAAAAAA3U/6HaIrCpaYs0/s1600/P1010997.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nr_owgCi0hM/TjTlkR85KrI/AAAAAAAAA3U/6HaIrCpaYs0/s400/P1010997.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635381445204191922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dinner :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UmN6-qhFN5g/TjTlkDVY9KI/AAAAAAAAA3M/sTV8JW5Ht8M/s1600/P1010960.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UmN6-qhFN5g/TjTlkDVY9KI/AAAAAAAAA3M/sTV8JW5Ht8M/s400/P1010960.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635381441280406690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R3MWO5G37rM/TjTlj8768XI/AAAAAAAAA3E/mpdyOTJTxqs/s1600/P1010958.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R3MWO5G37rM/TjTlj8768XI/AAAAAAAAA3E/mpdyOTJTxqs/s400/P1010958.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635381439562969458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7OU61JX5qlA/TjTljsyTlXI/AAAAAAAAA28/0QdfcxWbs90/s1600/P1010957.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7OU61JX5qlA/TjTljsyTlXI/AAAAAAAAA28/0QdfcxWbs90/s400/P1010957.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635381435227673970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyone still remembers this snack? hahaha Mameeee! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mnoVbfJJFL0/TjTljTsUjxI/AAAAAAAAA20/lhhcHKq3xS0/s1600/P1010948.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mnoVbfJJFL0/TjTljTsUjxI/AAAAAAAAA20/lhhcHKq3xS0/s400/P1010948.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635381428491685650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R9JRp-kiYIA/TjTnyG5ltlI/AAAAAAAAA3k/SmulluhpEw8/s1600/P1010998.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R9JRp-kiYIA/TjTnyG5ltlI/AAAAAAAAA3k/SmulluhpEw8/s400/P1010998.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635383881778968146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The name of this street..was "stuck in my head" for that whole afternoon. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then, when i came back...I helped out in a P4 Camp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fun Fun :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't really have all the pictures..I will upload them when I get them :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jvwtvJ4dMc0/TjTowBGoSTI/AAAAAAAAA3s/JpKhOPWwjjk/s1600/IMAG0082.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jvwtvJ4dMc0/TjTowBGoSTI/AAAAAAAAA3s/JpKhOPWwjjk/s400/IMAG0082.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635384945374939442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a small break.. that's when we went to a cafe, ate ice-cream and played Taboo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was crazy!...6 of us laughing like mad in that one cafe. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VkpDBAy1_KE/TjTowW3TtxI/AAAAAAAAA30/Sq7qUVpcMGI/s1600/IMAG0083.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VkpDBAy1_KE/TjTowW3TtxI/AAAAAAAAA30/Sq7qUVpcMGI/s400/IMAG0083.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635384951216256786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The tents that were quiet by day but...noisy by night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#The kids hardly slept cuz they kept talking at night. hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QQu2okWOaOY/TjTowjIaTZI/AAAAAAAAA38/81VNk7Gmxhw/s1600/IMAG0089.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QQu2okWOaOY/TjTowjIaTZI/AAAAAAAAA38/81VNk7Gmxhw/s400/IMAG0089.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635384954509217170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was taken at MacRitchie. I love this pic! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-2251298805085899233?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/2251298805085899233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/2251298805085899233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2011/07/summarizing.html' title='Summarising..'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oNfLBTzk5Pw/TjTZ3fi7TxI/AAAAAAAAA18/9-1s0icdlxA/s72-c/IMAG0731.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-6149816991220064847</id><published>2011-07-31T01:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T13:18:16.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A first time for everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ice Skating :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 375px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635358639604992962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0CaZL0ZudXU/TjTQ00eVi8I/AAAAAAAAA08/VN5Amtgrk6U/s400/wee.jpg" /&gt;I like this pic because I'm wearing gloves..Its Mickey's style &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;!! :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ia1076aH3wY/TiHX89vpwHI/AAAAAAAAA0U/Hbl6_Esi2Ro/s1600/gr.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630018451556384882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ia1076aH3wY/TiHX89vpwHI/AAAAAAAAA0U/Hbl6_Esi2Ro/s400/gr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Skated with my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;colleagues&lt;/span&gt;.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4gzIKwnAg_Q/TjTOau8AIcI/AAAAAAAAA0c/czUo5XnShZ8/s1600/cutee.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635355992418951618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4gzIKwnAg_Q/TjTOau8AIcI/AAAAAAAAA0c/czUo5XnShZ8/s400/cutee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3hjbCbx0XV4/TjTOatxgZTI/AAAAAAAAA0k/RxcscQPahmM/s1600/pro.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635355992106493234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3hjbCbx0XV4/TjTOatxgZTI/AAAAAAAAA0k/RxcscQPahmM/s400/pro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UJqzwapKtFk/TjTOapN_y0I/AAAAAAAAA0s/1yQN7VciO9w/s1600/shee.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635355990883814210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UJqzwapKtFk/TjTOapN_y0I/AAAAAAAAA0s/1yQN7VciO9w/s400/shee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0YefVTpFotg/TjTRdfS119I/AAAAAAAAA1E/my78ubkMy_8/s1600/r.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 295px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635359338294269906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0YefVTpFotg/TjTRdfS119I/AAAAAAAAA1E/my78ubkMy_8/s400/r.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pVUhGoFryfM/TjTTWMwrxdI/AAAAAAAAA1k/GhhDjS-Op_M/s1600/f%2523.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XxKrm965uKQ/TjTlYpvpU5I/AAAAAAAAA2s/7q2ZNawfIWM/s1600/f%2523.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XxKrm965uKQ/TjTlYpvpU5I/AAAAAAAAA2s/7q2ZNawfIWM/s400/f%2523.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635381245432648594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a nice experience which ended with Marble Slab! haha :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-6149816991220064847?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/6149816991220064847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/6149816991220064847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2011/07/first-time-for-everything.html' title='A first time for everything'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0CaZL0ZudXU/TjTQ00eVi8I/AAAAAAAAA08/VN5Amtgrk6U/s72-c/wee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-2100148381647255850</id><published>2011-07-17T01:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T13:07:19.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are you now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LGqW6xW1F3k/TiHO-Ey8EbI/AAAAAAAAAz8/xxoeljSVS_E/s1600/girl-walking-colorful-balloona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630008575024435634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LGqW6xW1F3k/TiHO-Ey8EbI/AAAAAAAAAz8/xxoeljSVS_E/s400/girl-walking-colorful-balloona.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna lie..&lt;br /&gt;A part of me still can't believe that Lass is not here anymore..&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling very down eversince i woke up this morning..&lt;br /&gt;I walked past this particular parrot which was afraid of its surrounding.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apparently it was its first time in that environment..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was talking to it when suddenly I started tearing myself..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kind of surprised me when i started tearing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess somehow i linked it to Lassie..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i taking too long a time to get over her passing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know...I really miss her so much..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really want to hug her now.. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-2100148381647255850?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/2100148381647255850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/2100148381647255850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2011/07/where-are-you-now.html' title='Where are you now?'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LGqW6xW1F3k/TiHO-Ey8EbI/AAAAAAAAAz8/xxoeljSVS_E/s72-c/girl-walking-colorful-balloona.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-4040673342178685746</id><published>2011-06-27T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T22:48:10.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken World..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AloJSJ6AsEU/TgiVqrB79WI/AAAAAAAAAz0/Nf-oUFicgas/s1600/someone.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AloJSJ6AsEU/TgiVqrB79WI/AAAAAAAAAz0/Nf-oUFicgas/s400/someone.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622908695109956962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a broken world out there..&lt;br /&gt;We've all heard people saying that it is a ''dog eat dog'' world..&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you wonder how you manage to stay sane...&lt;br /&gt;But then again, there are some people who have walked into our lives..&lt;br /&gt;and kept us sane with smiles, laughter and hmmm... ''TLC''? (abit Anti-climax here Lols!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess their very existence just proves that..&lt;br /&gt;There's still a a certain percentage of 'goodness' out there :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-4040673342178685746?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/4040673342178685746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/4040673342178685746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title='Broken World..'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AloJSJ6AsEU/TgiVqrB79WI/AAAAAAAAAz0/Nf-oUFicgas/s72-c/someone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-708068950195317063</id><published>2011-06-27T21:47:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T22:18:31.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the meaning of those words stay..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lIZQiZv53-w/TgiQAlDQy9I/AAAAAAAAAzk/r2oQ_RrFeII/s1600/tumblr_lfjfbtSqBv1qd0m5eo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lIZQiZv53-w/TgiQAlDQy9I/AAAAAAAAAzk/r2oQ_RrFeII/s400/tumblr_lfjfbtSqBv1qd0m5eo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622902474392259538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;'' Did you know that in Japan there are 3 ways of saying ''I Love You'' ?&lt;br /&gt;You say '' Daisuki'' for friends and guys you like, you say ''Aishteru'' for a more serious relationship and you say ''Koishiteru' to the person you want to spend the rest of your life with. And they follow this rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the one thing that i admire about them..&lt;br /&gt;They didnt make ''&lt;b&gt;I Love You&lt;/b&gt;'' lose its meaning like us.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I've stopped using 'useless' words for quite some time already...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Cuz neither do I want my own words to lose their meanings as well...&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/35707840-708068950195317063?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/708068950195317063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/708068950195317063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2011/06/let-meaning-of-those-words-stay.html' title='Let the meaning of those words stay..'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lIZQiZv53-w/TgiQAlDQy9I/AAAAAAAAAzk/r2oQ_RrFeII/s72-c/tumblr_lfjfbtSqBv1qd0m5eo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-3879896307967402190</id><published>2011-06-25T00:14:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T23:39:30.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lassie Love</title><content type='html'>I guess this is my first post.. since Lassie went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt; heaven :)&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't really say that I have gotten over this...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I think that no one can get over the loss of a loved one..We just get past it..&lt;br /&gt;But really...she meant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; to me..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;.. You won't understand when I say ''&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Alot&lt;/span&gt;''..&lt;br /&gt;She was more than a pet.. :)&lt;br /&gt;A very special girl who spent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;alottt&lt;/span&gt; of time with me. I just Love her so much..&lt;br /&gt;All those 17 years.. we were great buddies..&lt;br /&gt;I'll really treasure those happy times :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I finally managed to insert back the Archives section in this blog. Previously that ''archives'' section made my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bloggy&lt;/span&gt; layout go haywire so i removed it. Now its fixed! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; Just happy to know that at least... I still remember the ''Html'' codes..which i learnt in poly :D :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, went for Sandra's 21st Birthday Party...and enjoyedd myself! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4zsKxaG-7Xc/TgTLtqe-ecI/AAAAAAAAAyc/E1K--z7pkw0/s1600/IMAG0035.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 258px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621842220223986114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4zsKxaG-7Xc/TgTLtqe-ecI/AAAAAAAAAyc/E1K--z7pkw0/s400/IMAG0035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B99PVaQGL7I/TgTOH0_z6vI/AAAAAAAAAy0/-BlAJVKkWvg/s1600/IMAG0039.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 390px; height: 229px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621844868745915122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B99PVaQGL7I/TgTOH0_z6vI/AAAAAAAAAy0/-BlAJVKkWvg/s400/IMAG0039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_H_b7_063Ak/TgTTWSeZv1I/AAAAAAAAAzc/K96P7477wHA/s1600/IMAG0040.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_H_b7_063Ak/TgTTWSeZv1I/AAAAAAAAAzc/K96P7477wHA/s400/IMAG0040.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621850614735159122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Fantastic Five&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XgsHjp5tC3o/TgTMwlDt-tI/AAAAAAAAAyk/IS05qus3RZM/s1600/clique.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 304px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621843369818716882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XgsHjp5tC3o/TgTMwlDt-tI/AAAAAAAAAyk/IS05qus3RZM/s400/clique.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TvJET4stfeU/TgTNg3--qOI/AAAAAAAAAys/3WwObKMwKjw/s1600/clique1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 337px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621844199532832994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TvJET4stfeU/TgTNg3--qOI/AAAAAAAAAys/3WwObKMwKjw/s400/clique1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;iPhones&lt;/span&gt; giveaways..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--R9KEvttZuw/TgTOjRrK6-I/AAAAAAAAAy8/8c_EaSKYzSI/s1600/IMAG0043.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621845340300438498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--R9KEvttZuw/TgTOjRrK6-I/AAAAAAAAAy8/8c_EaSKYzSI/s400/IMAG0043.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 240px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this shot of the Birthday Girl :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M_9IwvH7EO8/TgTRORKgqcI/AAAAAAAAAzE/HzAodqLkDxo/s1600/IMAG0046.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M_9IwvH7EO8/TgTRORKgqcI/AAAAAAAAAzE/HzAodqLkDxo/s400/IMAG0046.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621848277921081794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yLHA0-8mpbU/TgTRmOwR2yI/AAAAAAAAAzM/mHts_OnUaHE/s1600/IMAG0049.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yLHA0-8mpbU/TgTRmOwR2yI/AAAAAAAAAzM/mHts_OnUaHE/s400/IMAG0049.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621848689591048994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X7oYlalDoQ8/TgTSfkFO9KI/AAAAAAAAAzU/VuxXUUgCLKc/s1600/us2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X7oYlalDoQ8/TgTSfkFO9KI/AAAAAAAAAzU/VuxXUUgCLKc/s400/us2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621849674568627362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Alrighty&lt;/span&gt;... I better head to bed now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its the 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of June today.. An important day.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a day when ... a simple straight line is suddenly respected and... revered. Lols!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna sign my Teacher Training Agreement haha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good Night then! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Random thought: I think I say ''Good Night'' more often than ''Good Morning''..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-3879896307967402190?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/3879896307967402190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/3879896307967402190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-guess-this-is-my-first-post.html' title='Lassie Love'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4zsKxaG-7Xc/TgTLtqe-ecI/AAAAAAAAAyc/E1K--z7pkw0/s72-c/IMAG0035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-5116323735699999265</id><published>2011-05-30T22:34:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T11:29:36.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When All We Need Is Help..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aq_aZ3GXoSY/TeO0n7t5Q2I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/x1XEdysYnu0/s1600/just_being_me_by_desperate13-d3fdhdt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aq_aZ3GXoSY/TeO0n7t5Q2I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/x1XEdysYnu0/s400/just_being_me_by_desperate13-d3fdhdt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612528158771856226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk up to someone to help them out ...alot of times you see them pausing for a few seconds..&lt;br /&gt;It's almost like you can see unbelief in their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;They can't believe that someone is really trying to help them out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just made me think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like nowadays people just won't believe that you are trying to help them out..&lt;br /&gt;maybe because alot of people prefer minding their own business. &lt;br /&gt;No one really cares about what is going on in someone else's life. &lt;br /&gt;Everyone thinks that they have their own problems to take care of..So they shouldnt care about other people's problems.&lt;br /&gt;Some think that people shouldnt be a 'busybody' so alot of 'potential helpers' back out from helping others..Hmm welll...its true that there are some 'busybodies' but I guess, there are still some out there who genuinely want to help..&lt;br /&gt;And also..there are alot of mistrust, betrayals and hurts going on out there...&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this is why...people reject any forms of help..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm anyways..its just my thoughts..&lt;br /&gt;Gonna have an early night..&lt;br /&gt;Shall source out for some recipe to cook before going to sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope alls well with you :)&lt;br /&gt;Talk to ya'll realll sooon..I hope :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-5116323735699999265?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/5116323735699999265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/5116323735699999265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-cooked-something-small-for-my.html' title='When All We Need Is Help..'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aq_aZ3GXoSY/TeO0n7t5Q2I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/x1XEdysYnu0/s72-c/just_being_me_by_desperate13-d3fdhdt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-8719372068963246634</id><published>2011-05-16T22:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T14:02:23.682+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*Wonders*'/><title type='text'>Expectations and Intuitions</title><content type='html'>Sometimes there is a high chance of being disappointed..&lt;br /&gt;The normal advice that everyone will give is..''Lower your expectations"&lt;br /&gt;I kinda believe that.&lt;br /&gt;But then again , i thought maybe i shouldnt just lower my expectations.&lt;br /&gt;I should have none at all...&lt;br /&gt;But is it fine that way?.. *wonders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm its funny...sometimes i see things coming. And then i watch it all happen.&lt;br /&gt;And then, i wonder if i should have kept it all to myself, in the first place..&lt;br /&gt;Like right now, I wonder if i should just let my ''knowledge'' of what's gg on, just stay in my head..&lt;br /&gt;Should i keep tight lip about things?...or should i ask? *wonders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon my ramblings right now...&lt;br /&gt;I just needed a place to rant..&lt;br /&gt;Gonna have an early night..&lt;br /&gt;Good Night! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-8719372068963246634?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/8719372068963246634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/8719372068963246634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2011/05/sometimes-there-is-high-chance-of-being.html' title='Expectations and Intuitions'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-7848106673272869704</id><published>2011-05-02T17:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T19:16:36.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toast :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AMLFGfm6QGA/Tb6KG82VmiI/AAAAAAAAAxg/n84QTE1u09w/s1600/Thank_You_by_vitriolata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602066838513359394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AMLFGfm6QGA/Tb6KG82VmiI/AAAAAAAAAxg/n84QTE1u09w/s400/Thank_You_by_vitriolata.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess when you visit my blog...most of the time what you will read is my thoughts...or perhaps ''thoughts of a girl''&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I'll stop being selfish in my blog... just for today xD&lt;br /&gt;i'll post something different....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*an extract*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is a tribute to the nice guys.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and *expletive* about what *expletive* guys are, while disproving the very point.&lt;br /&gt;This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores.&lt;br /&gt;This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support.&lt;br /&gt;This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern.&lt;br /&gt;This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door,&lt;br /&gt;for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population,&lt;br /&gt;for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends,&lt;br /&gt;for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned,&lt;br /&gt;this is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone,&lt;br /&gt;and when you called her back,&lt;br /&gt;she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner.&lt;br /&gt;And even though you thought her boyfriend was ....a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it.&lt;br /&gt;This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative *expletive*. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys.&lt;br /&gt;You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice.&lt;br /&gt;But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a *expletive* for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, insane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you.&lt;br /&gt;You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Got this from extract from Sweetnostalgia.wordpress.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-7848106673272869704?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/7848106673272869704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/7848106673272869704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2011/05/toast.html' title='Toast :)'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AMLFGfm6QGA/Tb6KG82VmiI/AAAAAAAAAxg/n84QTE1u09w/s72-c/Thank_You_by_vitriolata.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-4931546993667889269</id><published>2011-04-30T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T18:59:45.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ThatGirl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hey there, it's been quite some time since i last blogged yea? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just couldn't find the time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm thatGirl&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;thatGirl&lt;/strong&gt; who doesn't like being a burden to anyone...(Which kinda explains why i try to do things on my own.. )&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;thatGirl&lt;/strong&gt; who will come up to you and ask you 'what's up', if i sense that you're not you...&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;thatGirl&lt;/strong&gt; who tries to put my opinions across without trying to hurt you, whoever you are..&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;thatGirl&lt;/strong&gt; who will ask you if you want me to be frank with you...If you say 'No'...I'll just smile and not say anything else.&lt;br /&gt;I'm&lt;strong&gt; thatGirl&lt;/strong&gt; who'll think through what i want to say...&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;thatGirl &lt;/strong&gt;who likes doing things with sincerity..&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;thatGirl &lt;/strong&gt;who says ''Thank you'' to her own family members..n No, i don't think its weird..&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;thatGirl&lt;/strong&gt; who believes in complimenting people...and i don't compliment just for the sake of complimenting..&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;thatGirl &lt;/strong&gt;who's actually really shy...If you can't tell, I think that's bcuz i hide it pretty well? haha! :D&lt;br /&gt;But I'm also &lt;strong&gt;thatGirl&lt;/strong&gt; who can get crazzy and joke around quite alot too...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-atHzHKQ5bxM/Tb2fHhJzdTI/AAAAAAAAAxY/YHncT4c7o80/s1600/IMAG0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601808463026156850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-atHzHKQ5bxM/Tb2fHhJzdTI/AAAAAAAAAxY/YHncT4c7o80/s400/IMAG0024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kind of love this picture though it was taken some time back xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-4931546993667889269?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/4931546993667889269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/4931546993667889269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2011/05/hey-there-its-been-quite-some-time.html' title='ThatGirl'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-atHzHKQ5bxM/Tb2fHhJzdTI/AAAAAAAAAxY/YHncT4c7o80/s72-c/IMAG0024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-4480830295494003543</id><published>2011-04-02T23:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T02:03:52.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0CZTSFQpvZs/TZc7nZK4ICI/AAAAAAAAAxA/WMMcxM0sPjg/s1600/leg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591003010361204770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0CZTSFQpvZs/TZc7nZK4ICI/AAAAAAAAAxA/WMMcxM0sPjg/s400/leg.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do you know what saved me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The fact that you assured me that it will all come true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The fact that you were right there from the beginning, watching everything that has happened so far. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The fact that you understood what i was going through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the fact that i could trust you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That was what saved me.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-4480830295494003543?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/4480830295494003543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/4480830295494003543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2011/04/do-you-know-what-saved-me-fact-that-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0CZTSFQpvZs/TZc7nZK4ICI/AAAAAAAAAxA/WMMcxM0sPjg/s72-c/leg.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-2199928008790906900</id><published>2011-03-19T13:41:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T02:04:15.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunflower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KtKHRe-_G4w/TYSmzaOuuFI/AAAAAAAAAwo/50bFjXav3Wk/s1600/1300294320-picsay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 343px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585772839990900818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KtKHRe-_G4w/TYSmzaOuuFI/AAAAAAAAAwo/50bFjXav3Wk/s400/1300294320-picsay.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Met up with the Fantastic Five. I missed them &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;. Miss all the fun we used to have.&lt;br /&gt;We decided to eat at Hans' because that's where we spent &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of our time doing our projects :) Reflecting back on that dinner, I shall peacefully admit that I am the oldest in that group. I hope every one of you are happy now that i have admitted. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dU_RNaxif3g/TYRgBmqxByI/AAAAAAAAAwI/KjoJ4UGy28k/s1600/1300441991-picsay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585695018522314530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dU_RNaxif3g/TYRgBmqxByI/AAAAAAAAAwI/KjoJ4UGy28k/s400/1300441991-picsay.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunflowers look up to the sun for strength. That's one reason why they can stand up tall and strong. As long as they have the sun, they live. When the sun disappear, so does their ability to stand tall...&lt;br /&gt;Was just wondering what my 'Sun' was....&lt;br /&gt;Does our "Sun" give us strength &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;temporarily&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Temporary&lt;/span&gt; Happiness?&lt;br /&gt;Is it really worth it?&lt;br /&gt;Is it time to redefine our "Suns"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you have to learn to survive on your own, even when the sun is not out.&lt;br /&gt;When the sun is not there to give you light.&lt;br /&gt;When the sun decides to play hide and seek with you.&lt;br /&gt;It's how you have to live in a earth where many things won't be around for too long.&lt;br /&gt;I hope we'll always be able to find our pretty/handsome smiles, even when our 'Suns' are not out :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-2199928008790906900?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/2199928008790906900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/2199928008790906900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2011/03/met-up-with-fantastic-five.html' title='Sunflower'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KtKHRe-_G4w/TYSmzaOuuFI/AAAAAAAAAwo/50bFjXav3Wk/s72-c/1300294320-picsay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-8344404346599420343</id><published>2011-02-13T22:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T23:53:19.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>V-day :)</title><content type='html'>What i wanted to say was...&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day! :)&lt;br /&gt;Every day can be a "Valentine's Day", if u want it to be...&lt;br /&gt;Don't need to be lovey dovey just on 14 Feb...&lt;br /&gt;Treasure those who mean alot to you every day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;It's always easy to give people advice...but when it comes to helping our ownselves..............................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;Good Night! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Love is patient, love is kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;It does not envy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Love is never boastful, nor conceited, nor rude;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;It is not self-seeking, nor easily angered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;It keeps no record of wrongdoing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;It does not delight in evil,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;But rejoices in the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;It always protects, trusts, hopes, and preserves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;There is nothing love cannot face;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;There is no limit to its faith, hope, and endurance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;In a word, there are three things that last forever:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Faith, hope, and love;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;But the greatest of them all is love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TKqMvTExRJ4/TVfuU69b66I/AAAAAAAAAwA/mXZHmqghka8/s1600/v.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573185107086011298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TKqMvTExRJ4/TVfuU69b66I/AAAAAAAAAwA/mXZHmqghka8/s400/v.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-8344404346599420343?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/8344404346599420343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/8344404346599420343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2011/02/currently-watching-love-buffet-which.html' title='V-day :)'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TKqMvTExRJ4/TVfuU69b66I/AAAAAAAAAwA/mXZHmqghka8/s72-c/v.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-6599338640962028304</id><published>2011-02-12T21:48:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T10:24:54.155+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I need some Songs..'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kind of...no mood to do things today So went out for awhile and goodness, the Sun was mad today. It was super hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then saw this Grandma who wore a shirt that said "Live Slow" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently sourcing out for songs to listen to...If there are any songs you think you can recommend...please please let me know? :)  Running out of songs to listen to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways while i was clicking around, searching for songs, suddenly remembered the drama"Hi My Sweetheart!" haha. Recalled how crazy some of us were, chasing this drama. So..was listening to this song today :) &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/oec9R5ypf-o?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-6599338640962028304?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/6599338640962028304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/6599338640962028304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2011/02/kind-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/oec9R5ypf-o/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-6477372931056984885</id><published>2011-02-05T02:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T02:03:05.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I have to break those walls down'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/TUxY3rYsLEI/AAAAAAAAAv4/3D_Dqmaadtg/s1600/faces.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 534px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 105px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569924552712793154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/TUxY3rYsLEI/AAAAAAAAAv4/3D_Dqmaadtg/s400/faces.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Jo today. Laughed alot..Carls Jr just became...too messy for me. Apparently the size of the burger was just about the size of my face. So yea, it was really difficult to eat it. And i heard that they had already downsized the meal to cater to us, Singaporeans. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we shopped a little at NEX and went over to Bugis Street. It was still crowded!...Got me and Jo wondering if we were bumping into people because it was really crowded or whether our spatial awareness was really bad. haha Then we went over to Swensens for a small little sinful indulgence..Ice-cream xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so (naturally), we had a talk... all i can say is that i am very thankful for such a friend who was honest with me (Without being hurtful) :)&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty aware that, nowadays, i don't show people my tears.&lt;br /&gt;And i am pretty aware that people think that i have that "Ice Queen" veneer.&lt;br /&gt;Jo told me to just let it all out, talk and break down my walls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will. And i am breaking it all down.. :)&lt;br /&gt;And i am not disturbed about people thinking that i have that veneer...&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to explain that veneer but hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;if you understand, then you will just understand? haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel free...Like as though i'm not bounded anymore...&lt;br /&gt;That's a great feeling :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights, i'm sleeping right now..&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully i will blog more frequently..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights you! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-6477372931056984885?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/6477372931056984885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/6477372931056984885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2011/02/went-out-with-jo-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/TUxY3rYsLEI/AAAAAAAAAv4/3D_Dqmaadtg/s72-c/faces.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-6160268371385519520</id><published>2011-01-01T23:17:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T13:27:12.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sayonara 2010, Hello 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sayonara 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 was great cuz it started out with my 21st birthday. My polymates and family members made it a great one for me :) One of the best pranks was carried out. And its just funny that it didnt hit me that I was gonna be pranked even after I saw hints on FB. haha. Won't forget 6 Jan 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, in 2010 I got to experience plenty of newww things. Things I never thought I would do.&lt;br /&gt;Just to name a few....&lt;br /&gt;I carried a baby goat. It was very cute!&lt;br /&gt;Got to experience the aftermath feeling of a 'break-in' in a hotel overseas&lt;br /&gt;Did that video thingy for NYP OH using Photoshop (which i wanted to know how to use for a pretty long time)&lt;br /&gt;Graduated from Poly together with all my lovely friends&lt;br /&gt;Learned to fish for the first time (n felt a little grossed out)&lt;br /&gt;Got into teaching. Surprisingly.&lt;br /&gt;Went for a photoshoot. But the pictures will only be out after CNY :(&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there's more i can say, but can't really recall everything now..&lt;br /&gt;So, thanks 2010! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Christmas was peaceful. Gave my parents their own presents and spent some time talking with my family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;And then night came. Decided to wind down near the tree. Just felt many emotions while staring at the tree. Missed alot of things I used to do as a kid for Christmas. Missed some people who weren't there with us anymore. You can say, I emo-ed a little at that point in time. haha&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, it was a happy day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey there 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It still hasn't sunk in that you're here. To tell the truth, I'm afraid of what you hold for me. Afraid of what you will put in my hands. Afraid of what I will have to face.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I will take things one at a time. And enjoy every little thing that comes my way. I will smile n laugh plenty this year. I don't wanna worry about what you hold for me, until the time comes for me to face it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/TR_7iQsXPII/AAAAAAAAAvk/dmaoTrmGVTE/s1600/test.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/TR_7iQsXPII/AAAAAAAAAvk/dmaoTrmGVTE/s400/test.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557437031213644930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;heh heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;That's a sneak peek of the photoshoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ;D&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/35707840-6160268371385519520?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/6160268371385519520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/6160268371385519520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2011/01/sayonara-2010-2010-was-great-cuz-it.html' title='Sayonara 2010, Hello 2011'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/TR_7iQsXPII/AAAAAAAAAvk/dmaoTrmGVTE/s72-c/test.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-751125791839573283</id><published>2010-12-03T21:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T18:45:34.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Miss Invisible" by Marie Digby</title><content type='html'>I love listening to songs. But ya, I do try to give my ears a break ( I'm just afraid of losing my hearing. haha I read in the papers recently that the younger generation in Singapore are losing their hearing quickly because they are constantly listening to music via earpieces. ) Anyway, right now, I'm listening to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Miss Invisible" by Marie Digby&lt;/span&gt;. Just felt like blogging something about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first started teaching my class, I tried to recall the times i had spent in my own primary school.&lt;br /&gt;I did alot of thinking and plennttty of recalling...Like...&lt;br /&gt;how it felt to be in class when I was in Primary school...How i used to converse with my own friends...And of course, there were those kiddy version of 'gossips'...and yes, who can forget all those 'matchmaking' games that they played...rumors...getting scolded by teachers(and getting embarrassed)...there were some friends who were 'outcasted' by classmates...oh and that that that that famous line "I don't friend you", that can affect a young child pretty badly...there were also those who were teased alot by their own classmates...and there were some friends that were so very quiet right from the start of the day till the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think that even though times have changed...these things still exist in a classroom?&lt;br /&gt;When I handled my class, i tried my best to make sure that i knew what was going on in class. Of course, I always tried to keep myself in check and also tried to make sure that all were treated equally.&lt;br /&gt;But I tried to reach out as much as I could...cuz these kids don't deserve to hurt, right from the start of their education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that it was tiring but I'll just try...again next year. And I must say, it felt as though i was parenting 30 kids haha. It was fun watching them learn. And it felt great knowing that they remembered things that they learned from me.. like saying "Thank you". Some hardly even used those words when I first met them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...I've got something else to admit......I miss them xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm kinda tired now. Gonna try going to bed early (I know, its 12 midnight now haha.) I'll just attach the song, just in case some of you might wanna listen to it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_g5ZaV7ueAs" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-751125791839573283?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/751125791839573283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/751125791839573283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-love-listening-to-songs.html' title='&quot;Miss Invisible&quot; by Marie Digby'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_g5ZaV7ueAs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-3200354535402011970</id><published>2010-11-24T21:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T19:31:31.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just wanna be happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess every single thing that has happened in your life so far is what has moulded you into who you are today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whatever it is, I wanna stay happy. That's the way i want to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paintball-ed today. Funnn. Though i slipped and fell....My favourite shoe's diamonds have finally fallen off after 2 years!! haha But okay la...So far only bruises on the legs and its stinging now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heart-to-heart talks are the best :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays.. I guess I'm gonna call it a day now...See you around :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-3200354535402011970?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/3200354535402011970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/3200354535402011970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2010/11/sometimes-i-wonder-why-i-have-that.html' title='Just wanna be happy'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-8057264305652623412</id><published>2010-11-23T22:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T00:52:22.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The little things in life</title><content type='html'>We're gonna play Paintballs tomorrow! But i just hope there won't be blueblacks or bruises....Or its just gonna look comical going to the Dinner on Friday and looking all bashed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes its the little things in life that can really put a smile on your face . Those tiny little actions. Those tiny little thoughts...Those tiny little words...(And my tiny little nephewXD) Appreciating/acknowledging/enjoying them can just brighten up your whole day. Maybe we should all just learn to appreciate those first before sourcing out for something else that would put a smile on our faces..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright..I'm tired already...Just gonna just doze off right now...&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had a great day today and will have a brighter one tmr :)&lt;br /&gt;Loves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-8057264305652623412?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/8057264305652623412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/8057264305652623412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2010/11/of-course-i-wished-i-had-handled.html' title='The little things in life'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-2264164052358469191</id><published>2010-08-25T21:43:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T19:32:20.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of my Meaningful Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trip to India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/THUexd5E1rI/AAAAAAAAAs8/ScbNVtFM71Y/s1600/DSCN0170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/THUexd5E1rI/AAAAAAAAAs8/ScbNVtFM71Y/s400/DSCN0170.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509343554344113842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I kinda forgot what's the name of this beach. But all i can say, is that i will NEVER forget how big the waves were. All of us just couldn't believe our eyes. And yes, it was really nice to stand under the night sky. (And yes, that's the moon, not a UFO, fyi. Lols! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/THrb4qlMl2I/AAAAAAAAAtc/36ksgoJi-to/s1600/DSCN0236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/THrb4qlMl2I/AAAAAAAAAtc/36ksgoJi-to/s400/DSCN0236.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510958860590684002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A scene you don't really get to see here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/THreEReenOI/AAAAAAAAAtk/Hx-ykSkpLtc/s1600/DSCN0241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/THreEReenOI/AAAAAAAAAtk/Hx-ykSkpLtc/s400/DSCN0241.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510961259033304290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't really need to say anything about this, right? Lols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/THreE3zXzKI/AAAAAAAAAts/oYXlq2RsDxM/s1600/DSCN0243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/THreE3zXzKI/AAAAAAAAAts/oYXlq2RsDxM/s400/DSCN0243.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510961269321485474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Woohoo! Cow posing! Step aside please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/THrfkeXvG4I/AAAAAAAAAt0/PKouUy0MuWc/s1600/DSCN0245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/THrfkeXvG4I/AAAAAAAAAt0/PKouUy0MuWc/s400/DSCN0245.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510962911762127746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got to draw water from that well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/THri_IVNXaI/AAAAAAAAAt8/foxTFY8hzO4/s1600/DSCN0213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/THri_IVNXaI/AAAAAAAAAt8/foxTFY8hzO4/s400/DSCN0213.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510966668237299106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Visited some of these kids who didn't have parents... Couldn't help but feel sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/THroEY58hTI/AAAAAAAAAuM/KTKOeKKz74s/s1600/DSCN0202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/THroEY58hTI/AAAAAAAAAuM/KTKOeKKz74s/s400/DSCN0202.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510972256143836466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some pictures taken while we were travelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/THroD3T1P7I/AAAAAAAAAuE/atcjscDO7R8/s1600/DSCN0200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/THroD3T1P7I/AAAAAAAAAuE/atcjscDO7R8/s400/DSCN0200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510972247125606322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/THrpiJAII0I/AAAAAAAAAuU/zDsikO3KCHU/s1600/DSCN0183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/THrpiJAII0I/AAAAAAAAAuU/zDsikO3KCHU/s400/DSCN0183.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510973866782499650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A cool building!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/THrsFqtO7II/AAAAAAAAAuc/_AVW7WDXMOA/s1600/DSCN0196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/THrsFqtO7II/AAAAAAAAAuc/_AVW7WDXMOA/s400/DSCN0196.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510976676148735106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/THruMqlUYII/AAAAAAAAAuk/2hK64HGGTlo/s1600/DSCN0187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/THruMqlUYII/AAAAAAAAAuk/2hK64HGGTlo/s400/DSCN0187.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510978995397877890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays, will upload the others another time! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-2264164052358469191?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/2264164052358469191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/2264164052358469191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2010/08/trip-to-india-i-kinda-forgot-whats-name.html' title='Pictures of my Meaningful Trip'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/THUexd5E1rI/AAAAAAAAAs8/ScbNVtFM71Y/s72-c/DSCN0170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-1770670241073850128</id><published>2010-07-21T14:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T19:32:57.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aim: To create happy memories</title><content type='html'>I've been exercising! (:  happy happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: Dad used to do 66 chin-ups, 200 push-ups, 1000 sit-ups&lt;br /&gt;Obstacle course was done in 5 mins and dunno how any seconds.&lt;br /&gt;Those were His Hey days.&lt;br /&gt;One day when i use the phrase "those were the days"...&lt;br /&gt;will i be able to look back at some achievement i will be proud of?&lt;br /&gt;Hope so.&lt;br /&gt;I also hope i will be able to look back&lt;br /&gt;on good and happy memories that i created then&lt;br /&gt;and will create now (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-1770670241073850128?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/1770670241073850128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/1770670241073850128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2010/07/ive-been-exercising-happy-happy.html' title='Aim: To create happy memories'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-1309443743155095827</id><published>2010-06-22T17:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T17:13:29.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is the first day of class.&lt;br /&gt;You are                writing something on the board and a paper wad hits you in  the back.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD YOU DO???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a possible interview question.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously...i have no idea what i will do. haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-1309443743155095827?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/1309443743155095827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/1309443743155095827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-is-first-day-of-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-5573044587610556142</id><published>2010-06-16T18:48:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T18:41:06.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the happenings in my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All the Happenings in my Life so far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fishing Trip - 5th March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/TBirxtU2SNI/AAAAAAAAAq8/23ddCV1qbZs/s1600/IMG_0253.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/TBirxtU2SNI/AAAAAAAAAq8/23ddCV1qbZs/s400/IMG_0253.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483321416792557778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first catch!!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, this might be looking abit gross... But too bad, you saw it already. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/TBitfrCD2dI/AAAAAAAAArE/g8ZiI50DVY8/s1600/IMG_0254.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/TBitfrCD2dI/AAAAAAAAArE/g8ZiI50DVY8/s400/IMG_0254.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483323305962494418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HE CAUGHT A SEABASS!! i'm not kidding. It was around 3kg! Jealous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sentosa Trip - 20th March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/TBizQZ0ayBI/AAAAAAAAArs/qSAb7e3WnUY/s1600/DSCN0039.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/TBizQZ0ayBI/AAAAAAAAArs/qSAb7e3WnUY/s400/DSCN0039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483329640713603090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome Breakfast.Awesome lighting. Only @ Toastbox. Lols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/TBi2FVry-cI/AAAAAAAAAr8/2DS57rqt3ck/s1600/DSCN0050.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/TBi2FVry-cI/AAAAAAAAAr8/2DS57rqt3ck/s400/DSCN0050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483332749160020418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/TBi2ErVw58I/AAAAAAAAAr0/S-qyE_aIQ4o/s1600/DSCN0048.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/TBi2ErVw58I/AAAAAAAAAr0/S-qyE_aIQ4o/s400/DSCN0048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483332737793320898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a behind-the-scene shot of an Eggy Commercial Advertisement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/TBitgHGId7I/AAAAAAAAArM/USoVZfL3IGg/s1600/IMG_0289.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/TBitgHGId7I/AAAAAAAAArM/USoVZfL3IGg/s400/IMG_0289.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483323313495766962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch. They left me to sit by myself ...and it resulted in them buying me the WRONG FOOD!&lt;br /&gt;My poor stomach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/TBi6o69pLlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/nTM9ZENZuaI/s1600/DSCN0068.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/TBi6o69pLlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/nTM9ZENZuaI/s400/DSCN0068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483337758508920402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Outdoor Geography Lesson. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/TBi6phm_OCI/AAAAAAAAAsU/Y2BevNTdTSM/s1600/DSCN0070a.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/TBi6phm_OCI/AAAAAAAAAsU/Y2BevNTdTSM/s400/DSCN0070a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483337768882878498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My index finger was my pride that day. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/TBi8V7Lg-KI/AAAAAAAAAsc/7VaaxmZ7FE0/s1600/DSCN0117.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/TBi8V7Lg-KI/AAAAAAAAAsc/7VaaxmZ7FE0/s400/DSCN0117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483339631172843682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You see you see!! This is just the typical tourist pose!&lt;br /&gt;See dolphin, act like tourist . tsk tsk. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/TBi--6hHDKI/AAAAAAAAAsk/x9eaCzHcGf0/s1600/DSCN0119a.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 391px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/TBi--6hHDKI/AAAAAAAAAsk/x9eaCzHcGf0/s400/DSCN0119a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483342534392876194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were really tired by now..&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry. Those cans of beer beside my face aren't mine. LOLS&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken on the same day as well, just that i changed my clothes because someone drenched me with water hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/TBjAiP_q9TI/AAAAAAAAAss/X3lBnNksVCQ/s1600/DSCN0127.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/TBjAiP_q9TI/AAAAAAAAAss/X3lBnNksVCQ/s400/DSCN0127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483344240965252402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghhh! SOOO CUUTEEEE I WAN TO HUG!! :(&lt;br /&gt;The dolphin, i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/TBjCq328MOI/AAAAAAAAAs0/1GrgY6o_MIw/s1600/DSCN0148a.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 413px; height: 371px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/TBjCq328MOI/AAAAAAAAAs0/1GrgY6o_MIw/s400/DSCN0148a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483346588128260322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last photo that day!!&lt;br /&gt;(Yea, always keep a safe distance from sharks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now i've gotta attend to a very cute neighbour's call. She's a new neighbour who just shifted in together with her husband and a cute son, Baby Zac. Hopefully my nephew and Zac will be become good friends and buddies when they grow up :)&lt;br /&gt;Guess, its good to know your neighbours :)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, she's really cute and alittle random. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays, Guess i better be off. Will post more pictures sooooon!&lt;br /&gt;Loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-5573044587610556142?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/5573044587610556142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/5573044587610556142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2010/06/all-happenings-in-my-life.html' title='All the happenings in my life'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Io2i3E4j5Jk/TBirxtU2SNI/AAAAAAAAAq8/23ddCV1qbZs/s72-c/IMG_0253.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-6150128166979742685</id><published>2010-06-06T00:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T19:33:14.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I went fishing!</title><content type='html'>Ritzy went fishing for the first time (and caught a fish AHEM! haha! But after standing under the sun for 4 hours. Didn't want to budge until i caught one i guess. But its the last time i'll be doing it, i think! Lols!! Cuz seeing the fish stuck to the hook...errrr ouch? )&lt;br /&gt;Ritzy started drawing. (excitteed!!)&lt;br /&gt;Ritzy chases after her baby nephew every now and then =.=&lt;br /&gt;Ritzy was told that the way she speaks has changed. Gawd, my singlish! haha&lt;br /&gt;Ritzy is reading a thick bulky book.&lt;br /&gt;Ritzy has been "houseworking" daily. Not as a housewife but just a housemaid. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;(entitled to 4 meals a day, a bed to rest my head and a roof to call home. Yes, i am living in the last floor , in case you're wondering. hahaha! I guess, its all enough (:  )&lt;br /&gt;Ritzy is waiting for a reply for her application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That pretty summarises what's been happening, i guess. I can't think of anything for now.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, jus one more thing...Mio is really a lovable thing. So lovable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-6150128166979742685?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/6150128166979742685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/6150128166979742685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2010/06/ritzy-went-fishing-for-first-time-and.html' title='I went fishing!'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-6820482098710990649</id><published>2010-05-07T00:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T19:33:53.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fulfill your dream</title><content type='html'>I just touched down this morning around 5 am. Plane ride back was horrible because i was actually sleepy but just could not sleep well. The seat was spoilt so my sitting posture was perfectly 90 degrees throughout the whole ride. haha. 'm laughing now, but at that time, it was not funny. Not at all. But i guess flying on budget airlines, can't really blame them, i guess. So i'm like totally tired now. Gonna get some rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fulfill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the dreams you've  always had, okay? Go for it (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm back, safe and sound, though tired. &lt;span&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/35707840-6820482098710990649?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/6820482098710990649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/6820482098710990649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-just-touched-down-this-morning-around.html' title='Fulfill your dream'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707840.post-6107565064706304701</id><published>2010-04-16T10:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T19:34:54.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When love is genuine</title><content type='html'>Just took the 2 jabs for the trip. One is for H1N1 and and the other for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thyphoid&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Literally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of preparations seriously. All the typing work and packing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I guess its about 1 week or so more before fly-off. But I'm looking forward to the plane rides though. I just love the take-off feeling. But too bad, no plane food, because its only a four hours ride :( I know its weird, but sometimes plane food is nice. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, i guess I'm happy that everyone is doing well, both my family and my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Only will hold on to this one thing that i have been holding on to for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;looong&lt;/span&gt; time : "If &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna give, give sincerely and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; expect anything in return, whatever it is"..cuz it means your love is genuine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know sometimes when I am behind the wheels, i just get so conscious. You know why?&lt;br /&gt;Because i don't know which guy looks at my driving and says "MUST BE WOMAN DRIVER!"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt; LOL&lt;/span&gt;! I just want to prove them wrong you see. All these while I've heard guys cursing and swearing about woman drivers so i guess i just don't wanna be one of them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;HAVE TO PROVE THEM WRONG! humph! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Lols&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707840-6107565064706304701?l=ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/6107565064706304701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707840/posts/default/6107565064706304701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyitzythots.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-took-2-jabs-for-trip.html' title='When love is genuine'/><author><name>Ritzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
