<?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-7286791783226399544</id><updated>2012-01-06T07:34:31.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dylan~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippin-dots.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286791783226399544/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippin-dots.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dylan~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03440623393591962439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286791783226399544.post-2557596151551833853</id><published>2012-01-06T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T07:34:31.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Refections. day 38 of being 18</title><content type='html'>Happiness. An elusive feeling. Why does one not feel happy? Is there something missing? Something you want so desperately, but you cannot get it? So close, yet so far. Would it be easier to look at the things you have and appreciate having it? Would that make one happy? Or fulfilling one's wishes. Would that make one happy? Sunsets and sunrises. Rainbows and butterflies. Snowflakes and hot chocolate. Why do these things make one happy? Is it the good memories linked to such objects? Or is it the biological changes that make one feel happy? Happiness. Maybe, just maybe, one day we'll find it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286791783226399544-2557596151551833853?l=drippin-dots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippin-dots.blogspot.com/feeds/2557596151551833853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286791783226399544&amp;postID=2557596151551833853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286791783226399544/posts/default/2557596151551833853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286791783226399544/posts/default/2557596151551833853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippin-dots.blogspot.com/2012/01/refections-day-38-of-being-18.html' title='Refections. day 38 of being 18'/><author><name>Dylan~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03440623393591962439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286791783226399544.post-5968611228527735998</id><published>2012-01-04T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T08:25:13.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Resolutions</title><content type='html'>1) Be accepting&lt;div&gt;2) Exercise more (Army helps)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Make new friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Have better friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Be more mature, more independent in thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Read more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) Treat others better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) learn to treasure more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) Volunteer more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) Be less selfish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11) The list goes on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286791783226399544-5968611228527735998?l=drippin-dots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippin-dots.blogspot.com/feeds/5968611228527735998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286791783226399544&amp;postID=5968611228527735998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286791783226399544/posts/default/5968611228527735998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286791783226399544/posts/default/5968611228527735998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippin-dots.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year-resolutions.html' title='New Year Resolutions'/><author><name>Dylan~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03440623393591962439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286791783226399544.post-8223986774215056917</id><published>2012-01-04T08:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T08:22:46.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts of a New Year</title><content type='html'>There are 7 billion people in the world, people are always thinking about finding one, the one. Assuming the world has an equal number of males and females, that would be approximately 3.5 billion girls. The odds of finding the one is 1 in 3.5billion. Sad huh..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a brighter note, since there are 7 billion people in the world, we can make more friends, and let all the assholes and backstabbers begone from your friends list. If only everyone would make more friends, to accept stranger's greetings, to change people's perspective of the society's norm. where a stranger is a potential friend rather than some guy or girl with an ulterior motive. And similarly, this world would be a better place if we do not misplace people's trust, and vice versa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Making new friends is such fun, it is a joy to be able to find another person to talk to, to laze the day with or just have a conversation over coffee. Your friend may share the same hobbies with you, or maybe not. You may have things in common with them but not always. Sometimes the quality of materials seem to diminish/amplify when one is surrounded by friends. Branded goods do not matter anymore, and even goods that are bought from flea markets may seem so much more beautiful than top notch designer bags that cost a bomb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a new year, have a fresh start, make new resolutions, be more accepting, more mature in thought, more thankful, and last but not least, be happy, for happiness is infectious and that there bringing happiness to others is a joy in itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year! May 2012 bring happiness and health!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286791783226399544-8223986774215056917?l=drippin-dots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippin-dots.blogspot.com/feeds/8223986774215056917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286791783226399544&amp;postID=8223986774215056917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286791783226399544/posts/default/8223986774215056917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286791783226399544/posts/default/8223986774215056917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippin-dots.blogspot.com/2012/01/random-thoughts-of-new-year.html' title='Random Thoughts of a New Year'/><author><name>Dylan~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03440623393591962439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286791783226399544.post-7664523620132008469</id><published>2011-12-17T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T08:11:22.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections: day 19 of an 18 year old me</title><content type='html'>Its not always rainbows and butterflies, its compromise that moves us along.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its good to control your anger, hatred, towards someone. Violence rarely helps to solve a problem, it is usually through being understanding that the world becomes a better place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286791783226399544-7664523620132008469?l=drippin-dots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippin-dots.blogspot.com/feeds/7664523620132008469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286791783226399544&amp;postID=7664523620132008469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286791783226399544/posts/default/7664523620132008469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286791783226399544/posts/default/7664523620132008469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippin-dots.blogspot.com/2011/12/reflections-day-19-of-18-year-old-me.html' title='Reflections: day 19 of an 18 year old me'/><author><name>Dylan~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03440623393591962439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286791783226399544.post-325770774847539136</id><published>2011-12-12T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T09:05:35.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections: day 14 of an 18 year old me</title><content type='html'>Sometimes life really give you lemons, and pretty sour ones too. Many people say that when life gives you lemons, make lemonade. The key to it is to stay positive. As in life, many things wouldn't go your way, and we should change, adapt to the circumstances. Make a list, get going, do not brood over things for too long. Set your sights on your goals, and do your best. What does not kill you makes you stronger, overcome this period and grow stronger. Physically. Mentally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286791783226399544-325770774847539136?l=drippin-dots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippin-dots.blogspot.com/feeds/325770774847539136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286791783226399544&amp;postID=325770774847539136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286791783226399544/posts/default/325770774847539136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286791783226399544/posts/default/325770774847539136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippin-dots.blogspot.com/2011/12/reflections-day-14-of-18-year-old-me.html' title='Reflections: day 14 of an 18 year old me'/><author><name>Dylan~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03440623393591962439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286791783226399544.post-7040292698521573220</id><published>2011-12-06T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T05:56:05.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections: day 8 of being 18</title><content type='html'>IT is always interesting to live life from another perspective. Instead of taking the train, maybe take a bus, instead of taking a bus, walk. Life's not about the destination, because for everybody, the destination is the same, its about the journey, and it is what we do in our journey that matters the most. Maslow's hierarchy of needs discusses about what people need before they achieve nirvana, and to achieve nirvana, one does not need material wealth, just a whole lot of spiritual happiness. Basically in life, one has to just be happy. Everything we do is to make ourselves happy, so why not look on the bright side of everything that has happened to you? Every new day is already a gift, so why not treasure it! In life, the only thing that is constant is change. Our parents grow older everyday, we make new friends, and become strangers with the current ones, treasure the present, anticipate the future, savour the past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286791783226399544-7040292698521573220?l=drippin-dots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippin-dots.blogspot.com/feeds/7040292698521573220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286791783226399544&amp;postID=7040292698521573220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286791783226399544/posts/default/7040292698521573220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286791783226399544/posts/default/7040292698521573220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippin-dots.blogspot.com/2011/12/reflections-day-8-of-18-years-old.html' title='Reflections: day 8 of being 18'/><author><name>Dylan~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03440623393591962439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286791783226399544.post-6419380313284786600</id><published>2011-11-29T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T09:22:54.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 of the 18 year old me</title><content type='html'>Sometimes its not the quantity that matters, but the quality.&lt;div&gt;As a chapter of life closes, a new one opens. In life, the time given to a person is limited, we should treasure the time around our loved ones, do not regret, never regret. Because the things that we do made sense for us to do it at that point in time. It is through our choices that we become the person we are now, and it is also these choices that will determine how we will be in the future. Do something you have passion in, something that you love, for it is in doing the things that you have passion in that the work you do is great work. Work towards your dream, do not take it to heart what other people say. It is you that controls your destiny, it is you who will drive youself to the dreams that you dream of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286791783226399544-6419380313284786600?l=drippin-dots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippin-dots.blogspot.com/feeds/6419380313284786600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286791783226399544&amp;postID=6419380313284786600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286791783226399544/posts/default/6419380313284786600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286791783226399544/posts/default/6419380313284786600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippin-dots.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-1-of-18-year-old-me.html' title='Day 1 of the 18 year old me'/><author><name>Dylan~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03440623393591962439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286791783226399544.post-2678147663885076495</id><published>2011-06-26T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T04:21:23.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4P1x7Yy9CXI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes we indulge in reminiscence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286791783226399544-2678147663885076495?l=drippin-dots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippin-dots.blogspot.com/feeds/2678147663885076495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286791783226399544&amp;postID=2678147663885076495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286791783226399544/posts/default/2678147663885076495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286791783226399544/posts/default/2678147663885076495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippin-dots.blogspot.com/2011/06/sometimes-we-indulge-in-reminiscence.html' title=''/><author><name>Dylan~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03440623393591962439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/4P1x7Yy9CXI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286791783226399544.post-2262581215090178629</id><published>2011-06-24T11:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T11:47:36.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Words, magical things that transport you to magical lands, they evoke emotions, they bring you on adventures. Books are like places that we can seek solace in, to just forget about everything that is happening around you and just get swallowed into realms where vampires and werewolves exist, think twilight, or dragons and urgals, think Eragon. Or even just learning about life itself, how people act around each other, relationships, friendships, blood ties. How people care for their loved ones, how in stories we can actually learn valuable lessons that relate to life. A book may seem a friend when you're lonely, when you have no one to talk to, the characters in a book may "talk" to you. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think songs, how people pour their hearts and souls into every single word in the lyrics, every single note in a melody. How a song documents one's trials and tribulations in life, or happy memories or even happy feelings. Have you ever felt how a song can help you cheer up on a sad day? How it would help you vent your anger just by listening to it? Have you ever felt that there was more to a song than just words and melody, maybe how it was sang, or who it was sung by? It would be unusual if the beatles played heavy metal wouldn't it? Songs do sometimes evoke feelings, happiness, sadness or even anger. Songs add colour to everything we do, could you imagine life without songs? Wouldn't that be boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Words, little words of encouragement, from teachers, friends and even family always helps us to persevere. How would it feel if, for example, you failed a test, but your parents tell you that its alright, to do your best next time? It makes you feel good huh. Or maybe you've always wanted to ride a bike, but you keep falling down. Wouldn't it make you feel better when someone tells you you're doing great, and to keep on going? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Songs really do show the emotions of the singer, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nQY4dIxY1H4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't it touching? To see a person sing his heart out to show how much he loves his wife?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me. Think again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286791783226399544-2262581215090178629?l=drippin-dots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippin-dots.blogspot.com/feeds/2262581215090178629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286791783226399544&amp;postID=2262581215090178629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286791783226399544/posts/default/2262581215090178629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286791783226399544/posts/default/2262581215090178629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippin-dots.blogspot.com/2011/06/words-magical-things-that-transport-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Dylan~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03440623393591962439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nQY4dIxY1H4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286791783226399544.post-7449542472111449027</id><published>2011-06-10T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T12:37:55.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I believe all things happen for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go. Things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they go right. You believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;good things fall apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;so that better things can fall together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;~Marilyn Monroe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;How true this is. How will one learn happiness if they have never been sad before? How does one know of hunger when they have 3 meals a day, since they were born? Its important to stay optimistic about everything, its not always everyday that we will win the lottery, but picking finding some loose change is also not a bad thing! Instead of grumbling about how you've never found a 50 dollar on the floor how about thinking about all the times you've picked up a dollar. Picking a dollar up 50 times gives you 50 dollars! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I see it perfectly; there are two possible situations - one can either do this or that. My honest opinion and my friendly advice is this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;do it or do not do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;you will regret both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; ~Soren Kierkgaard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; as Kelsey Grammer said, &lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;comes too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;. Remember that every choice you've made, you made because of the circumstances, and no matter what the circumstances were, que sera sera. It's no use crying over spilt milk! For instance, telling someone you like them, two choices, to or not to. You'd probably regret your actions only when he/she turns you down, and you would probably regret telling the person the truth. But think about it, wouldn't you regret not telling the person you like him/her? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;For the playful souls out there, its not all about studying, neither is it all about playing. Its about creating a balance between both. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All play and no work makes Jack a mere toy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; It probably is tempting to go out and play, to have a good day out, to go watch a movie, go to the arcade, or even sit in front of the computer and play games for 12 hours, but it probably gets boring after a while. Inject a little fun into your work, make it a little game, have fun doing it! What we're best at doing are the things that we love doing the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M9Yasgzjc0w?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M9Yasgzjc0w?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" height="390" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The world's not only about us, do your best to help others. I believe what goes around really does come around, sooner or later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ending Off with a really nice quote by Mark Twain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Twenty years from now, you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover. ~Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286791783226399544-7449542472111449027?l=drippin-dots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippin-dots.blogspot.com/feeds/7449542472111449027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286791783226399544&amp;postID=7449542472111449027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286791783226399544/posts/default/7449542472111449027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286791783226399544/posts/default/7449542472111449027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippin-dots.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-believe-all-things-happen-for-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>Dylan~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03440623393591962439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286791783226399544.post-6526070565534495960</id><published>2011-05-26T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T06:02:42.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And I'd give up forever to touch you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I'd give up forever to touch you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know that you feel me somehow&lt;br /&gt;You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to go home right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I can taste is this moment&lt;br /&gt;And all I can breathe is your life&lt;br /&gt;'Cause sooner or later it's over&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want to miss you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming&lt;br /&gt;Or the moment of truth in your lies&lt;br /&gt;When everything feels like the movies&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#A0522D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#A0522D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Iris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#A0522D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Goo Goo Dolls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#A0522D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#A0522D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;How much do we know of each other? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#A0522D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#A0522D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;How much would we want to know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#A0522D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#A0522D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;We always think we know everyone, but is that the "real" him? Or is it just his facade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#A0522D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#A0522D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Is life really all about acting? To put up a brave front in front of people? Or is it about letting your guard down and really caring for everyone that you love, friends and family. When was the last time you said something from the bottom of your heart? When was the last time you showed care and concern for the people around you? A little gesture, like a simple 'thank you' or even a 'how are you?', can make a world of a difference. Let people love you for who you are, and not for that facade that you put up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#A0522D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#A0522D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#A0522D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#A0522D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#A0522D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;I still remember a passage I read once, the gist was for people to slow down, to appreciate all the things that are going on around them. Have you felt the care and concern your parents have showed you? Offering to cook lunch or to help you with your work? Have you noticed the way they always encourage you, to tell you to carry on? And many a times we take them for granted; every time they remind us to study, we take them as being naggy. Every time we fail our tests or exams, they tell us to put in more effort, to continue to strive for the better, and again, we say that they are naggy. A little appreciation, a little 'thank you' or even a hug could make their days. What are you waiting for? Go up to your parents and show your appreciation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#A0522D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#A0522D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Have you ever stopped what you're doing and just looked around? Its a really amazing experience, looking at the things you would have most probably missed if you continued walking? Like an amazing sunset, watching the sky turn colours, from the brightest orange to hot pink to a cool violet, these things you can only do when you slow down and look at them. The best photographs are the ones where the photographer is at the right place, at the right time and given the right conditions. Slowing down, waiting for the perfect moment before you press the shutter. In life, we should appreciate everything that everyone is doing for you, I might sound like a broken recorder, but thats how we stay positive, to be happy about the little things in life, a compliment from a friend, an extra scoop of ice cream from the ice cream man or finding a dollar on the floor. If we appreciate these little things in life, the world would seem like a better place.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#A0522D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#A0522D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#A0522D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-size: medium; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nobody really cares if you're miserable, so you might as well be happy.  ~Cynthia Nelms &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286791783226399544-6526070565534495960?l=drippin-dots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippin-dots.blogspot.com/feeds/6526070565534495960/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286791783226399544.post-4859542835361674691</id><published>2010-05-21T19:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T19:54:45.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalala</title><content type='html'>Woo holidays are around the corner :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286791783226399544-4859542835361674691?l=drippin-dots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippin-dots.blogspot.com/feeds/4859542835361674691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286791783226399544&amp;postID=4859542835361674691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286791783226399544/posts/default/4859542835361674691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286791783226399544/posts/default/4859542835361674691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippin-dots.blogspot.com/2010/05/lalala.html' title='Lalala'/><author><name>Dylan~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03440623393591962439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286791783226399544.post-4939326441890345109</id><published>2010-01-07T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T06:30:48.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286791783226399544/posts/default/4939326441890345109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286791783226399544/posts/default/4939326441890345109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippin-dots.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Dylan~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03440623393591962439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286791783226399544.post-744125605340828924</id><published>2009-12-04T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T17:22:23.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>Its about 20 days to Christmas, and about 1 month and 1 week to the collection of O level results, and another 12 days before I'm off, off to America to visit my cousins, and after that to Hawaii. :D &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Before I go on, thank you all for the birthday wishes and all the presents :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Heh. Theres nothing much to do except to read books. Started reading Harry Potter books, and so far its really interesting, Hogwarts and stuff. Is there such a thing as Hogwarts? Lol. Anyway its not so boring when you have things to do, and less boring when the thing you do is interesting. Started learning to play the guitar, and how to take nice pictures, well these take time so its not as boring already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9vPfOjAw5Z0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9vPfOjAw5Z0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286791783226399544-744125605340828924?l=drippin-dots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippin-dots.blogspot.com/feeds/744125605340828924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286791783226399544&amp;postID=744125605340828924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286791783226399544/posts/default/744125605340828924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286791783226399544/posts/default/744125605340828924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippin-dots.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Dylan~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03440623393591962439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286791783226399544.post-7997863873877494702</id><published>2009-11-25T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T01:35:46.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Prom was last nght at marina mandarin, vanda ballroom (Which is really small). It started at 7, and it was supposed to be a formal masquerade, masks and everything, but nobody even bothered to wear masks, maybe except for a select few. Well it was free seating, and seats were all reserved for friends and stuff, so many people couldn't find seats. Most people were dressed formally, and there were some performances held by students. There might have been a budget deficit. The food was okay, but for $75, it could have been better. Anyway we really had a great time, and Marina Mandarin is a really nice place, one of the better hotels I've been to, and really grand too. Everyone was dressed really sharply, and there were a few teachers that attended, icluding the vice principal, Mdm Tan. After these few months, most of us will be going our seperate ways, hope that we can still keep in contact, and maybe have more class barbeques or something :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286791783226399544-7997863873877494702?l=drippin-dots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippin-dots.blogspot.com/feeds/7997863873877494702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286791783226399544&amp;postID=7997863873877494702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286791783226399544/posts/default/7997863873877494702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286791783226399544/posts/default/7997863873877494702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippin-dots.blogspot.com/2009/11/prom-was-last-nght-at-marina-mandarin.html' title=''/><author><name>Dylan~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03440623393591962439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286791783226399544.post-4027102989501752643</id><published>2009-11-19T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T07:03:25.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OYUFcxBq1y4&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OYUFcxBq1y4&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flightless Bird, American Mouth -Iron and Wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a quick, wet boy &lt;br /&gt;Diving too deep for coins &lt;br /&gt;All of your street light eyes &lt;br /&gt;Wide on my plastic toys &lt;br /&gt;Then when the cops closed the fair &lt;br /&gt;I cut my long baby hair &lt;br /&gt;Stole me a dog-eared map &lt;br /&gt;And called for you everywhere &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I found you, Flightless Bird; &lt;br /&gt;Jealous, weeping? &lt;br /&gt;Or lost you, American Mouth; &lt;br /&gt;Big Pill, looming? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m a fat house cat &lt;br /&gt;Nursing my sore, blunt tongue &lt;br /&gt;Watching the warm poison rats &lt;br /&gt;Crawl through the wide fence cracks &lt;br /&gt;Pissing on magazine photos &lt;br /&gt;Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean &lt;br /&gt;Blood of Christ mountain stream &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I found you?, Flightless Bird;&lt;br /&gt;Grounded, bleeding? &lt;br /&gt;Or lost you, American Mouth; &lt;br /&gt;Big Pill, stuck going down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286791783226399544-4027102989501752643?l=drippin-dots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippin-dots.blogspot.com/feeds/4027102989501752643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286791783226399544&amp;postID=4027102989501752643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286791783226399544/posts/default/4027102989501752643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286791783226399544/posts/default/4027102989501752643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippin-dots.blogspot.com/2009/11/flightless-bird-american-mouth-iron-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Dylan~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03440623393591962439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286791783226399544.post-2272715228881566590</id><published>2009-11-18T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T07:48:48.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Days</title><content type='html'>Its been only 5 days since the holidays started, and life is already so boring. What s there to do during this time of the year? I still remember how I used to look forward to the holidays, but why does it seem so boring now? There is a lack of things to do, studying is probably at the bottom of my list of what i wanna do, since the o levels has already sapped my brain dry. Now that juice is coming back, and fast. It'll be a matter of time before its gonna have too much juice and it'll just start leaking out of my head. Days are long when you are bored. I've just started surfing the net to find stuff to do, but theres nothing the tickles my fancy. Maybe its time to learn something new... Guitar? Piano? Anything.. Work would come in if i can actually find a job... I really want to take up photography too.. I hope that there will also be more class gatherings.. Its gonna be a while before we can meet again after school starts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Video: I Can Wait Forever, Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f8/271521316" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashVars="videoId=17506060001&amp;playerId=271521316&amp;viewerSecureGatewayURL=https://console.brightcove.com/services/amfgateway&amp;servicesURL=http://services.brightcove.com/services&amp;cdnURL=http://admin.brightcove.com&amp;domain=embed&amp;autoStart=false&amp;" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="flashObj" width="486" height="412" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" swLiveConnect="true" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a really nice song and I hope that you will like it too :) cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286791783226399544-2272715228881566590?l=drippin-dots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippin-dots.blogspot.com/feeds/2272715228881566590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286791783226399544&amp;postID=2272715228881566590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286791783226399544/posts/default/2272715228881566590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286791783226399544/posts/default/2272715228881566590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippin-dots.blogspot.com/2009/11/long-days.html' title='Long Days'/><author><name>Dylan~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03440623393591962439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286791783226399544.post-5586590893648005608</id><published>2009-11-17T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T07:53:34.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Yours</title><content type='html'>Well you done done me and you bet I felt it&lt;br /&gt;I tried to be chill but you're so hot that I melted&lt;br /&gt;I fell right through the cracks&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm trying to get back&lt;br /&gt;Before the cool done run out&lt;br /&gt;I'll be giving it my bestest&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's going to stop me but divine intervention&lt;br /&gt;I reckon it's again my turn to win some or learn some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't hesitate no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;It cannot wait, I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well open up your mind and see like me&lt;br /&gt;Open up your plans and damn you're free&lt;br /&gt;Look into your heart and you'll find love love love&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the music of the moment maybe sing with me&lt;br /&gt;I like peaceful melodys&lt;br /&gt;It's your God-forsaken right to be loved love loved love love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I won't hesitate no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;It cannot wait I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to complicate&lt;br /&gt;Our time is short&lt;br /&gt;This is our fate, I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending way too long checking my tongue in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;And bending over backwards just to try to see it clearer&lt;br /&gt;But my breath fogged up the glass&lt;br /&gt;And so I drew a new face and laughed&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I'm saying is there ain't no better reason&lt;br /&gt;To rid yourself of vanity and just go with the seasons&lt;br /&gt;It's what we aim to do&lt;br /&gt;Our name is our virtue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't hesitate no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;It cannot wait I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to complicate&lt;br /&gt;Our time is short&lt;br /&gt;This is our fate, I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well no no, well open up your mind and see like me&lt;br /&gt;Open up your plans and damn you're free&lt;br /&gt;Look into your heart and you'll find love love love love&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the music of the moment come and dance with me&lt;br /&gt;I like one big family (2nd time: I like happy family)&lt;br /&gt;It's your God-forsaken right to be loved love love love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't hesitate no more&lt;br /&gt;Oh no more no more no more&lt;br /&gt;It's your God-forsaken right to be loved, I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to complicate&lt;br /&gt;Our time is short&lt;br /&gt;This is our fate, I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I won't hesitate no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;This cannot wait I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to complicate&lt;br /&gt;Our time is short&lt;br /&gt;This is our fate, I'm yours, I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason Mraz, I'm Yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/j/jason_marz/im_yours.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:video:mtv.com:215780" width="512" height="319" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashVars="configParams=id%3D1594111%26vid%3D215780%26uri%3Dmgid%3Auma%3Avideo%3Amtv.com%3A215780" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" base="."&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;text-align:center;width:500px;font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/music/artist/mraz_jason/artist.jhtml" style="color:#439CD8;" target="_blank"&gt;Jason Mraz&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/shows/trl/series.jhtml" style="color:#439CD8;" target="_blank"&gt;TRL&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/ontv/" style="color:#439CD8;" target="_blank"&gt;MTV Shows&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a while since this song was released, but it always helps to lighten my mood. Its true that our time is short, every day, every minute, every second is precious, live life to the fullest, live life to your best, but most of all, enjoy yourself in the process.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286791783226399544-5586590893648005608?l=drippin-dots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippin-dots.blogspot.com/feeds/5586590893648005608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286791783226399544&amp;postID=5586590893648005608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286791783226399544/posts/default/5586590893648005608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286791783226399544/posts/default/5586590893648005608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippin-dots.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-yours.html' title='I&apos;m Yours'/><author><name>Dylan~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03440623393591962439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286791783226399544.post-8300088488773519313</id><published>2009-11-16T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T06:43:42.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A single rose can be my garden... a single friend, my world. -Leo Buscaglia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9c-4z5H43F0&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286791783226399544-8300088488773519313?l=drippin-dots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippin-dots.blogspot.com/feeds/8300088488773519313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286791783226399544&amp;postID=8300088488773519313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286791783226399544/posts/default/8300088488773519313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286791783226399544/posts/default/8300088488773519313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippin-dots.blogspot.com/2009/11/single-rose-can-be-my-garden.html' title=''/><author><name>Dylan~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03440623393591962439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286791783226399544.post-817721777911386482</id><published>2009-11-16T05:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T05:56:18.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Anew</title><content type='html'>Its been ages since I've posted. About time I started again. &lt;br /&gt;'O' Levels are over, holidays have started and days are getting boring. &lt;br /&gt;Upcoming Events:&lt;br /&gt;24th November - Prom&lt;br /&gt;29th November - My &lt;b&gt;Birthday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Anyways I'm hoping that there'll be more meaningful stuff to post about. There was too little time a few weeks back, now, theres too much time. What is there to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286791783226399544-817721777911386482?l=drippin-dots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippin-dots.blogspot.com/feeds/817721777911386482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286791783226399544&amp;postID=817721777911386482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286791783226399544/posts/default/817721777911386482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286791783226399544/posts/default/817721777911386482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippin-dots.blogspot.com/2009/11/starting-anew.html' title='Starting Anew'/><author><name>Dylan~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03440623393591962439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
