<?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-2765071287524694494</id><updated>2011-10-17T17:23:03.815+08:00</updated><category term='illustrations'/><category term='Music'/><title type='text'>Madlodies</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>111</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-584488266900192777</id><published>2011-09-02T02:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T02:43:58.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave the Lights On</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://c.gigcount.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEzMTQ5MDI1NzY4ODUmcHQ9MTMxNDkwMjU4MDQ*NCZwPTE4NTM5MSZkPSZnPTImbz*5NmEzYjJhN2I2MWU*M2QzOWM*/Njg1YjRiM2MzMjBjMyZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="song_id=191692&amp;gig_lt=1314902576885&amp;gig_pt=1314902580444&amp;gig_g=2" height="80" src="http://www.muziboo.com/swf/new_embed_player.swf" width="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="size:0.8em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/breadroad/music/leave-the-lights-on/"&gt;leave the lights on&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/musicians-available/"&gt;Musicians Available&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-584488266900192777?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/584488266900192777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=584488266900192777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/584488266900192777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/584488266900192777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2011/09/leave-lights-on.html' title='Leave the Lights On'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-8633981781971363759</id><published>2011-07-22T02:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T02:47:23.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aftermath</title><content type='html'>In that moment of glorious surrender&lt;br /&gt;Was the moment You broke the chains in me&lt;br /&gt;Lifted out of the ashes&lt;br /&gt;I'm found in the light of the aftermath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-8633981781971363759?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/8633981781971363759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=8633981781971363759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/8633981781971363759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/8633981781971363759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2011/07/aftermath.html' title='Aftermath'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-5753389585775224665</id><published>2011-01-15T02:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T02:44:33.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Movie</title><content type='html'>If you are a human being living on this planet earth...you should really watch this movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RZhrkdAwJ1M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/RZhrkdAwJ1M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introduction:&lt;br /&gt;We are living in exceptional times. Scientists tell us that we have 10 years to change the way we live, avert the depletion of natural resources and the catastrophic evolution of the Earth's climate. The stakes are high for us and our children. Everyone should take part in the effort, and HOME has been conceived to take a message of mobilization out to every human being. For this purpose, HOME needs to be free. A patron, the PPR Group, made this possible. EuropaCorp, the distributor, also pledged not to make any profit because Home is a non-profit film. HOME has been made for you : share it! And act for the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yann Arthus-Bertrand, GoodPlanet Fundation President&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-5753389585775224665?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/5753389585775224665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=5753389585775224665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/5753389585775224665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/5753389585775224665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2011/01/home-movie.html' title='Home Movie'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-1214349807710302973</id><published>2010-12-21T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T00:06:24.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>亲人</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://c.gigcount.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyOTI4NjExNzc1MjImcHQ9MTI5Mjg2MTE4MDQ3MCZwPTE4NTM5MSZkPSZnPTImbz*1MmJmNTEyNzQzN2I*NTAxOGQ2/ZWIyZjkzMDRhYzUxMCZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="song_id=140910&amp;gig_lt=1292861177522&amp;gig_pt=1292861180470&amp;gig_g=2" height="80" src="http://www.muziboo.com/swf/new_embed_player.swf" width="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="size:0.8em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/breadroad/music/qin-ren/"&gt;Qin Ren&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com"&gt;Upload Music&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-1214349807710302973?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/1214349807710302973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=1214349807710302973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/1214349807710302973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/1214349807710302973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title='亲人'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-4625878635468163765</id><published>2010-12-18T01:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T01:07:00.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Writer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not perfect vocals but a perfect song for this season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://c.gigcount.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyOTI2MDU1MjA3MTImcHQ9MTI5MjYwNTUyNDIyMCZwPTE4NTM5MSZkPSZnPTImbz*1MmJmNTEyNzQzN2I*NTAxOGQ2/ZWIyZjkzMDRhYzUxMCZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="song_id=141327&amp;gig_lt=1292605520712&amp;gig_pt=1292605524220&amp;gig_g=2" height="80" src="http://www.muziboo.com/swf/new_embed_player.swf" width="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="size:0.8em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/breadroad/music/the-writer/"&gt;The Writer&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com"&gt;Upload Music&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-4625878635468163765?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/4625878635468163765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=4625878635468163765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/4625878635468163765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/4625878635468163765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2010/12/writer.html' title='The Writer'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-916517190750192157</id><published>2010-10-26T04:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T04:25:16.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flags</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Come, tell me your trouble &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm not your answer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But I'm a listening ear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Reality has left you reeling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All facts and no feeling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No faith and all fear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't know why a good man will fall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;While a wicked one stands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And our lives blow about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Like flags on the land &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Who's at fault is not important &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Good intentions lie dormant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And we're all to blame &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;While apathy acts like an ally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My enemy and I are one and the same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't know why the innocents fall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;While the monsters still stand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And our lives blow about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Like flags on the land &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't know why our words are so proud &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:0.75em;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yet their promise soothing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And our lives blow about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Like flags in the wind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh oh oh oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You who mourn will be comforted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You who hunger will hunger no more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All the last shall be first &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Of this I am sure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You who weep now will laugh again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All you lonely be lonely no more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yes, the last will be first &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Of this I'm sure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't know why the innocents fall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;While the monsters stand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't know why the little ones thirst &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But I know the last shall be first &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I know the last shall be first &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-916517190750192157?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/916517190750192157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=916517190750192157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/916517190750192157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/916517190750192157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2010/10/flags.html' title='Flags'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-8486482545416519381</id><published>2010-08-29T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T21:19:46.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>29th August</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy 52nd Birthday Michael Jackson!!! You will be loved forever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J3cMs-sIfxc?fs=1&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/J3cMs-sIfxc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&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/2765071287524694494-8486482545416519381?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/8486482545416519381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-879218950745672899</id><published>2010-08-27T15:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T16:14:36.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It has been quite some time since I have looked at the blue blue sky</title><content type='html'>I gazed upon the Sun today and realized that it looked so beautiful after the rain, then i heard a warm whisper that says "Jiayou Qiting" And the best is this moment when the sun comes out and all the rain droplets look like a fine mist of gold and happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-879218950745672899?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/879218950745672899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=879218950745672899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/879218950745672899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/879218950745672899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-has-been-quite-some-time-since-i.html' title='It has been quite some time since I have looked at the blue blue sky'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-6357736071947312048</id><published>2010-08-19T02:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T02:26:09.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>纯真</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xYVYB1ycL3k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/xYVYB1ycL3k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/2765071287524694494-6357736071947312048?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/6357736071947312048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=6357736071947312048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/6357736071947312048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/6357736071947312048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post_19.html' title='纯真'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-1637688899469990488</id><published>2010-08-16T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T21:03:09.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>他其實沒有那麼絕對　遠一點你就看出真偽</title><content type='html'>你走了太久一定很累　他錯了不該你來面對&lt;br /&gt;離開他就好就算了心情很乾脆&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他其實沒有那麼絕對　遠一點你就看出真偽&lt;br /&gt;離開他不等於你的世界會崩潰&lt;br /&gt;轉個彎你還能飛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就別再為他流淚　別再讓他操控你的傷悲&lt;br /&gt;就算有一點愚昧一點點後悔　也不要太狼狽&lt;br /&gt;他不值得你的淚　把那遺憾丟在大雨的街&lt;br /&gt;你曾在迷失的旅途中盲目追　以後為自己醉&lt;br /&gt;(Ending: 以後管他是誰)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每段感情都非常珍貴　他的好你就放在心扉&lt;br /&gt;記得有個人曾讓你那樣的心碎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你笑了照亮夜幕的黑　什麼夢都不比你的美&lt;br /&gt;多少年以後想起他還有些體會　那時你已無所謂&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-1637688899469990488?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/1637688899469990488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=1637688899469990488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/1637688899469990488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/1637688899469990488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='他其實沒有那麼絕對　遠一點你就看出真偽'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-1942908860454782029</id><published>2010-08-14T06:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T06:57:49.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beautiful Letdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5wlePWP7QvM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/5wlePWP7QvM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I woke up, I knew I had a second chance to live my life in a different way. Interestingly, that next weekend I had an interview with a rock band called “Switchfoot” for our TV show. The band had just released their first cross over secular album called “The Beautiful Letdown”. When I interviewed the lead singer Jon Foreman I asked him a simple question, “Jon, why did you guys title this new album The Beautiful Letdown?” He responded, “Jaeson, that is a good question. You see, everything in this life can let you down. Right now, the chair I am sitting in could break and fail me. In a few minutes I can go up and sing on that stage to thousands of people, but when I get off the stage my health could fail and I could lose my voice forever and never be able to sing again. I have a beautiful wife, but I could go home and find out she has been unfaithful. You see, everything in this life can fail you. Everything in this life is finite, meaning it doesn’t last, but only one thing is truly infinite and will last forever. Yes, everything in this life can and will let you down, but the beautiful thing about it is this, when everything lets you down in this world it leads you to the one thing that is truly beautiful….. the unfailing love of Jesus Christ.”" - Jaeson Ma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-1942908860454782029?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/1942908860454782029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=1942908860454782029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/1942908860454782029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/1942908860454782029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2010/08/beautiful-letdown.html' title='The Beautiful Letdown'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-7403075068516615225</id><published>2010-08-10T22:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T22:47:16.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Colours &amp; 欠一个勇敢</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyODE*NTE1Njc5NzMmcHQ9MTI4MTQ1MTU3MDEzOCZwPTE4NTM5MSZkPSZnPTImbz*4MjExNGEzMzdmODI*NTE2ODgw/MzcwNzY1ZWNiMDc5MyZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="song_id=112908&amp;gig_lt=1281451567973&amp;gig_pt=1281451570138&amp;gig_g=2" height="112" src="http://www.muziboo.com/swf/new_player.swf" width="272"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="size:0.8em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/breadroad/music/true-colours/"&gt;True Colours&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/musicians-available/"&gt;Musicians Available&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyODE*NTE1NDE4ODkmcHQ9MTI4MTQ1MTU*NTMyOSZwPTE4NTM5MSZkPSZnPTImbz*4MjExNGEzMzdmODI*NTE2ODgw/MzcwNzY1ZWNiMDc5MyZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="song_id=112911&amp;gig_lt=1281451541889&amp;gig_pt=1281451545329&amp;gig_g=2" height="112" src="http://www.muziboo.com/swf/new_player.swf" width="272"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="size:0.8em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/breadroad/music/qian-yi-ge-yong-gan/"&gt;Qian Yi Ge Yong Gan&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/musicians-available/"&gt;Musicians Available&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-7403075068516615225?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/7403075068516615225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=7403075068516615225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/7403075068516615225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/7403075068516615225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2010/08/true-colours.html' title='True Colours &amp; 欠一个勇敢'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-829101839188150182</id><published>2010-08-03T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T00:49:20.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Frontiers</title><content type='html'>"Heaven knows no frontiers&lt;br /&gt;And I've seen heaven in your eyes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iFIM7ZwnSFY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/iFIM7ZwnSFY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/2765071287524694494-829101839188150182?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/829101839188150182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=829101839188150182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/829101839188150182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/829101839188150182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2010/08/no-frontiers.html' title='No Frontiers'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-6929882298499143923</id><published>2010-07-17T02:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T02:29:43.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2375</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNzkzMDQ5NzQxNTYmcHQ9MTI3OTMwNDk3Njc4MCZwPTE4NTM5MSZkPSZnPTImbz*3NWUxMDg1NmZhY2E*NjlmYThk/OWYzZGQ2NzhmMTEyOCZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="song_id=106664&amp;gig_lt=1279304974156&amp;gig_pt=1279304976780&amp;gig_g=2" height="112" src="http://www.muziboo.com/swf/new_player.swf" width="272"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="size:0.8em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/breadroad/music/2375/"&gt;2375&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com"&gt;Upload Music&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-6929882298499143923?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/6929882298499143923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=6929882298499143923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/6929882298499143923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/6929882298499143923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2010/07/2375.html' title='2375'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-8350884682544194509</id><published>2010-07-14T12:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T12:23:49.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Transformation of My Heart by Jaeson Ma</title><content type='html'>http://jaesonma.com/a-transformation-of-my-heart/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed by what Jaeson Ma shared. "Friendship with God is most precious."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-8350884682544194509?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/8350884682544194509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=8350884682544194509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/8350884682544194509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/8350884682544194509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2010/07/transformation-of-my-heart-by-jaeson-ma.html' title='A Transformation of My Heart by Jaeson Ma'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-1374512315311690623</id><published>2010-06-28T02:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T02:38:21.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It feels like summer breeze cotton candy ..beach by the sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cp_lblContent"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Soleil je t'aime et pour toujours, tu es fidèle mais l'amour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kcIaJtkeHWI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kcIaJtkeHWI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-1374512315311690623?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/1374512315311690623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=1374512315311690623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/1374512315311690623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/1374512315311690623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-feels-like-summer-breeze-cotton.html' title='It feels like summer breeze cotton candy ..beach by the sea'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-2065961933223708587</id><published>2010-06-16T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T00:16:36.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listening for the weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNzY2MTg*Njc2NTYmcHQ9MTI3NjYxODQ3MjQwNiZwPTE4NTM5MSZkPSZnPTImbz*wMTRjMjhmODk3NDc*Y2Q3YTVi/MzYxNzQ2ZWRhMjMwNCZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="song_id=98814&amp;amp;gig_lt=1276618467656&amp;amp;gig_pt=1276618472406&amp;amp;gig_g=2" src="http://www.muziboo.com/swf/new_player.swf" width="272" height="112"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="size: 0.8em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/music-codes/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Helen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So I'm listening for the weather to predict the coming day&lt;br /&gt;Leave all thought of expectation to the weather man&lt;br /&gt;No it doesn't really matter what it is he has to say&lt;br /&gt;'Cause tomorrows keep on blowing in from somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the people that I know in the apartments down below&lt;br /&gt;Busy with their starring roles in their own tragedies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunlight sends you on your way&lt;br /&gt;And those restless thoughts that cling to yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Never be afraid of change&lt;br /&gt;I'll call you on the phone&lt;br /&gt;I hate to leave you on your own&lt;br /&gt;But I'm coming home today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this busy inner city&lt;br /&gt;Has got nothing much to say&lt;br /&gt;And I know how much you're hanging round the letterbox&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sure that as I'm writing&lt;br /&gt;You'll be somewhere on your way&lt;br /&gt;In a supermarket checkout or the restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing what I'm told&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy growing old&lt;br /&gt;And the days are getting cold but that's alright with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunlight sends you on your way&lt;br /&gt;And those restless thoughts that cling to yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Never be afraid of change&lt;br /&gt;I'll call you on the phone&lt;br /&gt;I hate to leave you on your own&lt;br /&gt;But I'm coming home today&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm coming home today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-2065961933223708587?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/2065961933223708587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=2065961933223708587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/2065961933223708587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/2065961933223708587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2010/06/listening-for-weather.html' title='Listening for the weather'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-8228409250736409320</id><published>2010-05-22T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T11:16:30.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random things in life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On Friday, I went to orchard. No agenda for the night, just taking my time, walking to wherever I like. Not really thinking about anything but purely enjoying the atmosphere, watching strangers, little kids playing and fooling around, couples smiling and holding hands together, families eating causually by the fountain, friends chit chatting happily away..I think this is simply a luxury to me, being able to just not worry about anything but tasting every moment of life. I passed by ION as usual, saw a group of youngsters cycling across the compound. Hey!! that is so fun! It's been so long since I have touched a bicycle. I miss cycling. I miss those times where I can just go out and cycle as and when I like. Cycling in the rain is so exciting!!  I used to do some really silly things like collecting the rain and keeping some tapoles which I found in puddles of muddy waters. I will then mix the rain and taploes in a bottle and watched the little creatures swimed. After that, throwed in some "special stuff"..shaked the bottle and continued to watch them swim. Though each one of them was so tiny, but they seemed to have such great resistance in life. I gazed at them, twirling in the water. Suddenly, a loud familiar voice will call for me. That is my mum shouting angrily at me to stop playing in the rain...hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-8228409250736409320?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/8228409250736409320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=8228409250736409320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/8228409250736409320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/8228409250736409320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2010/05/random-things-in-life.html' title='Random things in life'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-9137849085831800381</id><published>2010-05-17T14:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T14:42:29.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;In the autumn on the ground,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;between the traffic and the ordinary sounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I am thinking signs and seasons while a north wind blows through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I watch as lovers pass me by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Walking stories - who's and how's and why's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Musing lazily on love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Pondering you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'll give it time, give it space and be still for a spell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;When it's time to walk that way we wanna walk it well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'll be waiting for you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'll be holding back the darkest night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Love is waiting til we're ready, til it's right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Love is waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It's my caution not the cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;there's no other hand that i would rather hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;the climate changes, I'm singing for the strangers about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;don't keep time, slow the pace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Honey hold on if you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;the bets are getting surer now that you're my man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I could write a million songs about the way you say my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I could live a lifetime with you and then do it all again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;and like I can't force the sun to rise or hasten summer's start,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;neither should I rush my way into your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-9137849085831800381?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/9137849085831800381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=9137849085831800381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/9137849085831800381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/9137849085831800381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2010/05/beautiful.html' title='Beautiful'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-4054759650177683534</id><published>2010-04-19T10:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T10:10:07.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19.04.2010</title><content type='html'>Sometimes people don't need you to solve their problems, they just need your understanding and acceptance. That's all they asked for...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-4054759650177683534?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/4054759650177683534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=4054759650177683534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/4054759650177683534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/4054759650177683534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2010/04/19042010.html' title='19.04.2010'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-2327907537021762305</id><published>2010-03-29T09:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T12:45:32.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To my dearest cg</title><content type='html'>Dear N122,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love love love You. Always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-2327907537021762305?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/2327907537021762305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=2327907537021762305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/2327907537021762305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/2327907537021762305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-my-dearest-cg.html' title='To my dearest cg'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-2062878282014685990</id><published>2010-03-28T03:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T20:48:57.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 March 2010</title><content type='html'>25 March 2010. I will remember. Something amazing happened to me. So amazing that I couldn't  believe it. I know God, you always answer prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-2062878282014685990?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/2062878282014685990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=2062878282014685990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/2062878282014685990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/2062878282014685990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2010/03/25-march-2010.html' title='25 March 2010'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-4636219545965941448</id><published>2010-03-05T18:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T18:10:16.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw the Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;Spend all your time waiting&lt;br /&gt;For that second chance&lt;br /&gt;For a break that would make it okay&lt;br /&gt;There's always one reason&lt;br /&gt;To feel not good enough&lt;br /&gt;And it's hard at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;I need some distraction&lt;br /&gt;Oh beautiful release&lt;br /&gt;Memory seeps from my veins&lt;br /&gt;Let me be empty&lt;br /&gt;And weightless and maybe&lt;br /&gt;I'll find some peace tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the arms of an angel&lt;br /&gt;Fly away from here&lt;br /&gt;From this dark cold hotel room&lt;br /&gt;And the endlessness that you fear&lt;br /&gt;You are pulled from the wreckage&lt;br /&gt;Of your silent reverie&lt;br /&gt;You're in the arms of the angel&lt;br /&gt;May you find some comfort there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired of the straight line&lt;br /&gt;And everywhere you turn&lt;br /&gt;There's vultures and thieves at your back&lt;br /&gt;And the storm keeps on twisting&lt;br /&gt;You keep on building the lie&lt;br /&gt;That you make up for all that you lack&lt;br /&gt;It don't make no difference&lt;br /&gt;Escaping one last time&lt;br /&gt;It's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh&lt;br /&gt;This glorious sadness that brings me to my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-4636219545965941448?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/4636219545965941448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=4636219545965941448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/4636219545965941448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/4636219545965941448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-saw-angel.html' title='I saw the Angel'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-6991905323123149702</id><published>2010-02-05T11:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T11:42:42.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Fall in love with the music &amp;amp; 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| &lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/"&gt;Music Upload&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Qiting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-6991905323123149702?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/6991905323123149702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=6991905323123149702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/6991905323123149702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/6991905323123149702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-piece.html' title='New Pieces'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-1136885712703179063</id><published>2010-01-26T15:35:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T12:06:47.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am slowly walking out..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Yesterday I was pondering about the many things which have happened so recently..it was tormenting, it was frightful. It's the devil coming straight into my face, at any moment ready to crush me into pieces that i can never piece myself up again. He pounded me hard, real hard. I felt I was in fear and torment everyday and he continues to laugh at me. He scoffs and he tells lies. My whole personality was messed up and i felt depression is pulling at my leg again. And then i hear those voices that kept ringing in my ears and mind. I cannot even think properly, I am going crazy. Once I talk about it,  I will get really emotional. I would often cry. It's like I am standing on the edge, about to fall anytime. Seriously at one point, I felt life was meaningless, hopeless and confused. I hate feeling like this. Some days, I am just wearing a smile...unconsciously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, viva la vida just came ringing into my mind...that's weird, i never really listen much to this song except through streets when i walked pass or cafes or some random events I have been to. And my sister casually made a remark, hey that song has lots of meaning inside. So I went to check out the lyrics. As I listened to the song with my heart, it gives you a surge of hope and excitement about life. Viva la vida means Long Live Life!or Celebrate Life! Coincidentally, these two words just popped into my mind sometime ago too. That's so like it...very christened and i feel that this song also sings about a person who had lived the dream but somehow it was wasted away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.songfacts.com/detail.php?id=11520&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Martin from Coldplay said that the song was inspired by Frida Kahlo. A famous mexican painter. "She went through a lot of shit, of course, and then she started a big painting in her house that said 'Viva la Vida.' I just loved the boldness of it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved her spirit too. A few days ago, I went to kinokuniya to unwind. As I step in, i saw a new book about Michael Jackson again. Often, situations like this makes me want to think that it's a mini surprise God has planned..though that may sound ridiculous but anyway of course I grabbed a copy of it, have the permission of the counter assistant to sample the book, and then quietly sneaked away to a corner. I am happy at this moment of time. As I sat down and flip through the pages, reading about Michael Jackson and seeing the pictures of how he grew up, I really admired and adored this man. The gifts of God simply flow out freely from him. He is connected to God. So unpretentious, caring, fun, kind, gentle, genius, full of passion &amp;amp; love...and the list goes on. Compared to all that he had suffered, I felt mine was nothing. I was so engrossed in my own thoughts until i got distracted by some giggles from the back. There was a little boy, about 2 or 3 years old, he was standing from afar, giggling and smiling at me. I waved back but his dad said " don't disturb jiejie.." I thought it was perfectly ok, i was not disturbed at all, in fact I wished he could smile at me more. So after a few exchange of hellos, waving, flying kisses and goodbyes to the baby boy, the father finally tried to walk him away. I went back to my book, for a few minutes I was thinking will he come back? haha and yes he came back again, fumbling towards my direction. This time his mother was with him instead but she was so kind and allowed him to walk all the way to me. My heart just melted with the innocent smile on this cute chubby face. His eyes seem to be saying something and then he handed me a book he was holding. It was a book from kinokuniya, something about photography, unwrap with a price tag. Of course his little mind will not know that this should not be a present in our first meeting but certainly this gesture tells alot. I felt I was so accepted and befriend by this little boy. And he was so happy when i took the book from his hands. He quickly turned and wanted to get another one for me but then his mother just carried him off. She must have thought that her kid had disturbed me but I was so touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ used to said this and I totally agreed , children just accept you for who you are on the inside even if you have changed on the outside. After that I went to the borders. I did my regular browsing and checking out new materials till it was about to closed. It was 5 minutes to 11pm and the cashier counters were shutting down. A thought just came to me, " hey why not get that book "rawmoves?" Without any hesitation, I just quickly walked back and chose a nicely wrapped up copy. "Rawmoves" is a pictorial book on nudity by photographer James Housten. I loved the angles, the skin, the emotions and style portrayed by the leading dancers of Australia, Sydney. I love subjects on nudity, I think it's the human art and beauty created by God in it's "barest" form. It's magic. It inspires me to go back painting and drawing again. I have not been doing so for a long time.. just felt so drained to do even what i liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today I am listening to this song by Coldplay inspired by Frida Kahlo, she was a lady who met with a devastating accident that nearly destroyed her life, during those painful periods of recovery, she channeled all her pains and time into drawing and painting.  I really feel that God is telling me, " Hey Helen, go back and do what you used to like alot and is passionate about, you still have a long life to live! Viva la vida." It must be from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you my da jie and mummy and baby is with me all these while orelse I really cannot make it already. When I can barely walk, you are always there beside to carry me so i could stand up and walk again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Ian, you are the greatest ZS in the world. You believed in me when i find it so hard to believe in myself &amp;amp; You always do. Thank you for your love, patience, faith and everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Liwei! You are an angel to me when i needed someone the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Xiaowei and Jo, you made me realised that I am not alone and I can have courage again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all my wonderful friends, you know who you are...yes you who are reading this, for your encouragement and love and the little gifts that always come just in time when I needed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Thank you Jesus, you are the love of my life and nothing will ever change this. Because of you, I know I can walk out of this shadow which almost swallowed me. Because of you, I can wake up and see the sun again. You saved me. Thank you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No temptation has overtaken you that is not common to man. God is faithful, and he will not let you be tempted beyond your ability, but with the temptation he will also provide the way of escape, that you may be able to endure it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div face="trebuchet ms" class="esv-text"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1 Corinthians 10:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Qiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-1136885712703179063?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/1136885712703179063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=1136885712703179063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/1136885712703179063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/1136885712703179063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-slowly-walking-out.html' title='I am slowly walking out..'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-5195857164611057550</id><published>2010-01-20T16:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T16:37:40.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you have dreams you would like to sell?</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" class="lc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here you go again&lt;br /&gt;You say you want your freedom&lt;br /&gt;Well who am I to keep you down&lt;br /&gt;It's only right that you should&lt;br /&gt;Play the way you feel it&lt;br /&gt;But listen carefully to the sound&lt;br /&gt;Of your loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Like a heartbeat...drives you mad&lt;br /&gt;In the stillness of remembering what you had&lt;br /&gt;And what you lost...&lt;br /&gt;And what you had...&lt;br /&gt;And what you lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thunder only happens when it's raining&lt;br /&gt;Players only love you when they're playing&lt;br /&gt;Say...Women...they will come and they will go&lt;br /&gt;When the rain washes you clean...you'll know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here I go again, I see the crystal visions&lt;br /&gt;I keep my visions to myself&lt;br /&gt;It's only me&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to wrap around your dreams and...&lt;br /&gt;Have you any dreams you'd like to sell?&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of loneliness...&lt;br /&gt;Like a heartbeat...drives you mad...&lt;br /&gt;In the stillness of remembering what you had...&lt;br /&gt;And what you lost&lt;br /&gt;What you had...&lt;br /&gt;And what you lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thunder only happens when it's raining&lt;br /&gt;Players only love you when they're playing&lt;br /&gt;Say...Women...they will come and they will go&lt;br /&gt;When the rain washes you clean...you'll know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-5195857164611057550?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/5195857164611057550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=5195857164611057550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/5195857164611057550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/5195857164611057550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2010/01/do-you-have-dreams-you-would-like-to.html' title='Do you have dreams you would like to sell?'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-6974617872465523274</id><published>2010-01-15T18:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T18:13:35.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second day nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/S1A_wK7vrNI/AAAAAAAAAP0/oGeCETg7H4A/s1600-h/Detail_jonas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/S1A_wK7vrNI/AAAAAAAAAP0/oGeCETg7H4A/s400/Detail_jonas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426907647782661330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="event_header"&gt;        &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jonas Burgert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;                &lt;!--&lt;h4&gt;Curated by Cydney Payton&lt;/h4&gt;--&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;                &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Second Day Nothing by Jonas Burgert is a monumental work with a narrative that recalls the cataclysmic worlds of Flemish master Hieronymus Bosch (c. 1450 - 1516). Equally accomplished in the command of space and mood through color, Burgert presents a fantastic scene of figures caught in the aftermath of what appears to be an urban accident. A hole in the plaza grid reveals an acidic green liquid. While people are struggling to escape or have succumbed to their fight, others are busy collecting the spill in buckets. Burgert’s work shows the disparity in human nature when faced with a crisis and suggests underlying personal meaning and broader interpretations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-6974617872465523274?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/6974617872465523274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=6974617872465523274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/6974617872465523274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/6974617872465523274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2010/01/second-day-nothing.html' title='Second day nothing'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/S1A_wK7vrNI/AAAAAAAAAP0/oGeCETg7H4A/s72-c/Detail_jonas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-894012933833018333</id><published>2010-01-07T15:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T15:36:24.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我期待</title><content type='html'>我期待&lt;br /&gt;有一天我会回来&lt;br /&gt;回到我最初的爱&lt;br /&gt;回到童贞的神采&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我期待&lt;br /&gt;有一天我会明白&lt;br /&gt;明白人世的至爱&lt;br /&gt;明白原始的情怀&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我情愿&lt;br /&gt;分合的无奈 能换来&lt;br /&gt;春夜的天籁&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我情愿&lt;br /&gt;现在与未来 能充满&lt;br /&gt;秋凉的爽快&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say goodbye say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;前前后后&lt;br /&gt;迂迂回回&lt;br /&gt;地试探&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say goodbye say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;昂首阔步&lt;br /&gt;不留一丝遗憾&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-894012933833018333?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/894012933833018333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=894012933833018333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/894012933833018333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/894012933833018333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_07.html' title='我期待'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-5088061086081194338</id><published>2010-01-01T03:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T03:40:46.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>春夜的天籁</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="zoom" class="mem_wz_text" style="clear: both; height: auto; padding-right: 10px; margin-left: 20px; padding-top: 10px; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;                                         &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;太阳的最后一丝光沉入地底&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;遥远的星亮了&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;我轻轻踏上这条小路&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;晚风轻吹&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;虫儿低语&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;兰花草散发着清幽香气&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;我静静的坐下来-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;在年轻音乐家的墓地&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;他毕生的追求&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;我一世的痴迷&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;彼此的灵魂成为知己&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;星光下&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;他陪我聆听&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;尘世间最轻柔的夜曲&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;我知道&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;那是他在天上&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;写下的旋律&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-5088061086081194338?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/5088061086081194338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=5088061086081194338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/5088061086081194338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/5088061086081194338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='春夜的天籁'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-4574971213705201443</id><published>2009-12-16T16:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T16:50:37.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Design</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;I LOVE design especially motion web, delicious TYPOGRAPHY, sexy chunkie FONTS, psychedelic COLOURS, sleek LINES and freakish SHAPES, super cool GRAPHICS and yummy IMAGES which makes me want to eat it all up with my eyes!..I LOVE them all till DEATH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. ( I hate mediocre design)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Helen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures by: Out of this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SyifE4VvqDI/AAAAAAAAAPs/YG2MNLeIURQ/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SyifE4VvqDI/AAAAAAAAAPs/YG2MNLeIURQ/s400/21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415753458104903730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/Syie8bpdYxI/AAAAAAAAAPk/dHungqMJ6fE/s1600-h/14-children-idiom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/Syie8bpdYxI/AAAAAAAAAPk/dHungqMJ6fE/s400/14-children-idiom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415753312964010770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SyieyKb6a4I/AAAAAAAAAPc/liM7A8mClX4/s1600-h/42-collide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SyieyKb6a4I/AAAAAAAAAPc/liM7A8mClX4/s400/42-collide.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415753136545098626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-4574971213705201443?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/4574971213705201443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=4574971213705201443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/4574971213705201443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/4574971213705201443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2009/12/web-design.html' title='Design'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SyifE4VvqDI/AAAAAAAAAPs/YG2MNLeIURQ/s72-c/21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-6690555972349435776</id><published>2009-12-14T15:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T15:13:54.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Creation</title><content type='html'>I will never forget who I am. I am a new creation in Christ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-6690555972349435776?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/6690555972349435776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=6690555972349435776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/6690555972349435776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/6690555972349435776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-creation.html' title='New Creation'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-8685343627405485149</id><published>2009-12-11T11:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T11:20:21.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prejudice</title><content type='html'>我快被逼疯了。真的。MONSTER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-8685343627405485149?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/8685343627405485149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=8685343627405485149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/8685343627405485149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/8685343627405485149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2009/12/monster.html' title='Prejudice'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-3459262916046513560</id><published>2009-10-11T05:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T05:41:32.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beautiful Days of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/StD3xAuG-4I/AAAAAAAAAPM/0qahQEX2Fns/s1600-h/500-days1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/StD3xAuG-4I/AAAAAAAAAPM/0qahQEX2Fns/s200/500-days1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391081175341529986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:13px;"&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:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;Movie Review: 500 days of summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/StD3xAuG-4I/AAAAAAAAAPM/0qahQEX2Fns/s1600-h/500-days1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Everyone loves summer. It's a time for friends, family, and fun. Ballgames, barbecues, amusement parks, and movies, summer is just a time to sit back, relax and enjoy. Enjoy time off, good weather and whatever else it might bring. Am I missing something? Oh yes, love. Summer is a time for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film can be pretty much summed up in one of the first lines of the film. "This is a story of boy meets girl. But you should know up front, this is not a love story." But is it? 500 Days of Summer is not your typical romantic film. There's something to it, something more than your usual romantic comedy. Maybe it's the style it's done? Maybe it's the realistic nature? Maybe it's the wonderful music? Maybe its the beautiful cinematography? Maybe, its Tom and Summer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Gordon-Levitt and Zooey Deschanel are the leads, Tom and Summer. These are real everyday people. One particular scene where Summer questions Tom about believing in love. Tom replies, "It's love, it's not Santa Claus." It is a real thing, a crazy thing called love. Tom falls in love with Summer from the start. She doesn't. Tom is like every other guy, and every guy knows of a girl like Summer. The girl they want, but can't have. They try, to no avail. It's frustrating, and Tom is frustrated. He's happy then sad. He doesn't know what to think. Gordon-Levitt and Deschanel have great chemistry together and give solid performances. You really believe their relationship and hardships. It makes you notice the little things in relationships. The film highlights two young stars on the rise. With some great performances lately for Joseph Gordon-Levitt, his stock is rising...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&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-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;500 days of summer directed by March Webb is interesting. Summer believes in destiny and soul mates. She has no qualms of getting sexually and romantically involved with Tom who adores and worships the ground that Summer treads on. Summer is very honest right from the beginning about their relationship. She does not want what Tom wants. She believes in destiny and living a married life with someone she was destined to be a soul mate. It is difficult for Tom to imagine and believe that a soul mate is different from a romantically involved passionate individual. But then when Summer leaves Tom he realizes she believes in what she says. When he meets her after a few days , he is surprised that she is married, pregnant and totally content. His whole life and love revolved around Summer. Love comes in different ways. Love from a soul mate is totally different. It is special. This movie is different and rather philosophical in some ways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is not in direct order as it goes back and forth from different days Tom remembers his life and relationship with Summer. When remembering, we may not remember every detail in order. We choose what we want to remember. May that be the good, or the bad. For Tom, it's a little bit of both. Big props to the editing department. The film shows the good and the bad of love, lost, moving forward. There's something about it that sets it apart from the usual romantic comedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;500 Days of Summer is really refreshing now a days. It's funny, unique, and true to life. It's got something for everybody to like. Director Marc Webb shines in his feature film debut. I'm interested to see where he goes from here. &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/2765071287524694494-3459262916046513560?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/3459262916046513560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=3459262916046513560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/3459262916046513560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/3459262916046513560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2009/10/beautiful-days-of-summer.html' title='The Beautiful Days of Summer'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/StD3xAuG-4I/AAAAAAAAAPM/0qahQEX2Fns/s72-c/500-days1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-557833293766076956</id><published>2009-10-04T05:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T05:31:18.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love without talking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I love quiet films like this one, it is a simple short film about communication. I find it rather meaningful..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uy0HNWto0UY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uy0HNWto0UY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="340"&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/2765071287524694494-557833293766076956?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/557833293766076956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=557833293766076956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/557833293766076956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/557833293766076956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-without-talking.html' title='Love without talking'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-5836435167061510151</id><published>2009-09-27T00:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T05:31:12.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My yoke is easy and my burden is light</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"Come to me all of you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.  Take my yoke upon you and learn from me for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.  For my yoke is easy and my burden is light. " Matthew 11:28-30&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is one of these verses which sounds nice and for a while you can take comfort in it.  Until things really just get pushed too far and you realize that you have no idea what the blazes it’s supposed to mean and it doesn’t even seem to be true as far as you can see.  What is Jesus’ yoke anyways?  If we say it’s living in obedience to God as Jesus did, then we’re even more up the creek without a paddle.  Anyone who has actually devoted themselves to following God’s instructions will figure out in pretty short order that God is always asking people to do things which are hard, if not practically impossible.  Look at scriptures:&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Abraham, leave your home and your family.  I’ll tell you where you’re going later, but just go now.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;David, take a small rock and go kill that giant.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hosea, marry that woman who’s going to cuckold you and redeem her with your love.  Make sure every knows about your humiliation so they see a model of my Love for them too.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jesus, give up your glory to live among the fallen then let yourself be tortured and killed.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Paul, you just keep on preaching until they kill you.  And when you’re whipped bloody and imprisoned, be sure to count it all glory.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;God’s ways are many things, but easy and light don’t really fit the bill.  So what is Jesus talking about here?&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I think that I’ve figured it out.  This is going to take a minute, but stick with me here.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The first thing we need to know is that one of the greatest lies the world tells us is that a good life, and perhaps especially a good Christian life, is having safe, respected, comfortable, hopefully prosperous lives.  But over and over in scriptures we see that God calls people to live recklessly in following Him.  God never guarantees our safety or comfort or even respectability.  Instead He asks us to give up absolutely everything in order to follow where He leads.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;One of my favorite verses of scriptures is where Jesus says, “seek first God’s kingdom and His righteousness and all these things will be added unto you.”  (Matthew 6:33)  To me this means that we are called to do what God asks us to do regardless of the cost and trust that God will cover you.  Know that your kids would suffer in daycare?  Then have a parent home to raise them and trust that God will cover you.  Know God wants you to help someone who needs money to get their car fixed?  Then give them your savings and trust that God will cover you.  Know that God has called you to live in an impoverished neighborhood?  Then move there and trust God to cover you.  Seek first God’s kingdom.  Always and in all things, regardless of the cost.  Because God will cover you.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now, the problem is that inevitably, there is a cost.  There is suffering involved.  Sometimes it seems like God’s not doing His part.  There’s not enough money to pay the bills.  Your car breaks down.  Your new neighborhood is dangerous and unwelcoming.  And you begin to think that maybe you’ve just been foolish.  God isn’t really going to cover you.  He wants you to use good judgement and take care of yourself, not do foolish, reckless things.  After all, you’ll find more than enough good Christians who will tell you just that.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is, I think where Jesus’ yoke comes in.  Just a couple of verses before the famous yoke verse, Jesus prays to his Father, “I praise you Father, lord of heaven and earth because you have . . . revealed [these things] to little children.” (Matthew 11:25)  It comes down to a child-like trust.  This is Jesus’ yoke.  Even in the midst of disaster, we can trust that God is in charge, that He has a purpose for what is happening.  Or if it is an attack of the enemy that He will aid us in the battle so that we can overcome.  So you trust.  You don’t despair, you don’t curse God or your lot.  If you allow the Holy Spirit to work, you will even find that the fruits of the spirit continue to grow.  Instead of anxiety, there is this joy and peace.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And then you begin to wonder if you are crazy.  It doesn’t help that people keep coming up to you with sad puppy eyes to ask in tones usually used for those suffering from dementia, “how are you doing?”&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Fine,” you reply with a smile.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“No really.  It must be so hard.  It’s OK not to hide behind a strong face all the time.”&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Um, well I have my moments, but really, I’m doing well.  I’m just trusting God, I guess.”&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Of course.  Well, if you ever need to talk . . .” and they pat your hand and walk away.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(That’s a best case scenario.  At worst, they do like a good friend of mine once did and say, “stop feeding me a bull s**t sandwich – of course you’re not OK!”)&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So you begin to wonder.  “I thought I was OK.  Actually, I’m pretty happy.  Maybe I am just kidding myself.  Maybe I’m subjecting myself to some weird form of self-induced brainwashing and really I should be majorly depressed and planning a trip to the doctor for some happy pills.  What if it’s not really God and I’m just CRAZY?  Ahhhhhhh!”  Or at least that’s what you say to yourself if you’re me.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;See, we struggle with the yoke because it is easy and light.  We’re like oxen who have been trained up under too much weight- always having to lean into it, tug and pull and huff and puff at the exertion of carrying this heavy yoke.  And then Jesus comes along and gives us His yoke.  But it just feels wrong.  It’s so easy and light.  It can’t be right.  So a lot of us go back to our old, heavy yokes.  They’re painful, but at least they feel like they fit.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And then all of us Christians who have taken back our yokes (if we ever actually took them off to begin with – most don’t), sit up at night and worry just like everyone else.  And we live just like everyone else, because God can’t really think I’d be able to go there or do that – He knows what an unreasonable burden it would be.   That’s for saints and missionaries, not for everyday Christians like me who are just trying not to get into trouble.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And this is exactly how we lose our saltiness.  Then we wonder that Christianity is seen as fit for nothing more than to be trampled underfoot.  But Jesus’ yoke is easy.  His burden is light.  That’s a good thing to, because there’s no way we can go to the crazy places God wants to send us carrying our own yokes.   We just have to be willing to trade our worry and sorrow for peace and joy.  Give up our safety and respectability for gentleness and humility.  And trust that God will cover us.  And He will.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any created thing, will be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord." Romans 8:38-39.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-weight: 500; font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-5836435167061510151?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/5836435167061510151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=5836435167061510151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/5836435167061510151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/5836435167061510151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-yoke-is-easy-and-my-burden-is-light.html' title='My yoke is easy and my burden is light'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-913620676606283927</id><published>2009-09-14T23:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T23:54:46.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Live the King!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;He is my Inspiration. He is my Hero. He is Michael Jackson. Long Live The KING!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The Trailer for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;This Is It Concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;— the documentary capturing rehearsal footage for what would have been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rollingstone.com/artists/michaeljackson" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;’s epic return to the stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&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="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;P&gt; Michael Jackson THIS IS IT will offer Jackson fans and music lovers worldwide a rare, behind-the-scenes look at the performer as he developed, created and rehearsed for his sold-out concerts that would have taken place beginning this summer in London's O2 Arena. Chronicling the months from April through June, 2009, the film is drawn from more than one hundred hours of behind-the-scenes footage, featuring Jackson rehearsing a number of his songs for the show. Audiences will be given a privileged and private look at the singer, dancer, filmmaker, architect, and genius as he creates and perfects his final show.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;Go catch it on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;28th October&lt;/span&gt;. You will be totally blown away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(15, 15, 15);   line-height: 18px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   line-height: normal; white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HKUSa2G1MeA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HKUSa2G1MeA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" 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title='Long Live the King!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-1623195885602351988</id><published>2009-09-04T03:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T03:59:13.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>爱一直都在</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTIwMDc4MzM1OTMmcHQ9MTI1MjAwNzg2ODE3MSZwPTE4NTM5MSZkPSZnPTEmbz*2ZjhkMWI2NDc1OGQ*YmE1YjFjYzRhYzk*ZTRhYjRmMCZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="song_id=39750" height="112" src="http://www.muziboo.com/swf/new_player.swf" width="272"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="size:0.8em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/breadroad/music/love-is-always-around"&gt;Love is always around&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com"&gt;Music Upload&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那天我扬起帆　 &lt;br /&gt;想看看未知的海 &lt;br /&gt;心里很多话想说说不出来　 &lt;br /&gt;虽然我脸上看不出来 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天空一样蔚蓝　却换了多少云彩 &lt;br /&gt;那时的你让我幸福百分百　 &lt;br /&gt;是否为我等待 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我知道我的爱一直都会存在 &lt;br /&gt;没有你泪停不下来 &lt;br /&gt;你知道我依赖多不想say goodbye &lt;br /&gt;我痛说不出来 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我知道我的爱一直都会存在 &lt;br /&gt;没有你快乐都停摆 &lt;br /&gt;某一天我期待和你笑的灿烂 &lt;br /&gt;回头看爱　都在 &lt;br /&gt;站在你的門外 我決心不在徘徊 &lt;br /&gt;心里很多话想说说不出来　 &lt;br /&gt;但我想你一定都明白 &lt;br /&gt;时间过的好快　 &lt;br /&gt;想念却不曾更改 &lt;br /&gt;现在的你是否幸福百分百　 &lt;br /&gt;我应该怎么猜 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱一直存在&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY:启婷&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-1623195885602351988?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/1623195885602351988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=1623195885602351988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/1623195885602351988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/1623195885602351988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='爱一直都在'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-6616317419209644605</id><published>2009-08-14T16:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T16:26:26.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_1t8W5oYl9w&amp;hl=en&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/_1t8W5oYl9w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©2009 Helen Chen Qiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a piece of suitable music....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-6616317419209644605?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/6616317419209644605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=6616317419209644605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/6616317419209644605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/6616317419209644605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-recent-work.html' title='Recent Work'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-4287123249386818636</id><published>2009-08-07T03:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T04:16:34.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Home</title><content type='html'>Laura Ling and Euna Lee are finally home and free.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6JqSrwVWILQ&amp;hl=en&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/6JqSrwVWILQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WsEUx4Pq8sA&amp;hl=en&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/WsEUx4Pq8sA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite overwhelmed when I saw this. They were sentenced to 12 years in a labor prison for illegal entry into North Korea, and unspecified hostile acts. The past 5 months must have been like hell for them. But thank God, He has turned the whole situation around. It is so good to know that now everyday they are able to spend time with their loved ones, family and friends. And that is the most important. I must tell my mummy and papa I love them more, bring them out to eat more often, always remember to hug and kiss my xiaomei and go shopping to ikea with my da jie like whenever she wants to. hahaha! I guess they will have goosebumps if they see this. Guiltily sometimes I feel I am spending more quality time with my friends than with my family..do you feel that also? I don't know for you.. It seems like we will tend to take for granted in things that are simple and most natural in life and the people who you will see everyday, the ones who are closest to you, your family...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-4287123249386818636?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/4287123249386818636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=4287123249386818636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/4287123249386818636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/4287123249386818636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2009/08/finally-home.html' title='Finally Home'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-2193824292280664813</id><published>2009-07-29T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T22:54:12.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run</title><content type='html'>Yeah many times in life..you just have to keep running and never look back again...We are all born to run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leona Lewis has definitely NAIL it in this song! Hauntingly beautiful~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YqHgPUgj9c8&amp;hl=en&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/YqHgPUgj9c8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll sing it one last time for you &lt;br /&gt;Then we really have to go &lt;br /&gt;You've been the only thing that's right &lt;br /&gt;In all I've done &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can barely look at you &lt;br /&gt;But every single time I do &lt;br /&gt;I know we'll make it anywhere &lt;br /&gt;Away from here &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light up, light up &lt;br /&gt;As if you have a choice &lt;br /&gt;Even if you cannot hear my voice &lt;br /&gt;I'll be right beside you dear &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louder louder &lt;br /&gt;And we'll run for our lives &lt;br /&gt;I can hardly speak I understand &lt;br /&gt;Why you can't raise your voice to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think I might not see those eyes &lt;br /&gt;Makes it so hard not to cry &lt;br /&gt;And as we say our long goodbye &lt;br /&gt;I nearly do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light up, light up &lt;br /&gt;As if you have a choice &lt;br /&gt;Even if you cannot hear my voice  &lt;br /&gt;I'll be right beside you dear &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louder louder &lt;br /&gt;And we'll run for our lives &lt;br /&gt;I can hardly speak I understand &lt;br /&gt;Why you can't raise your voice to say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light up, light up &lt;br /&gt;As if you have a choice &lt;br /&gt;Even even (if you cannot hear my voice) &lt;br /&gt;I'll be right beside you dear &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louder louder &lt;br /&gt;And we'll run for our lives &lt;br /&gt;I can hardly speak I understand &lt;br /&gt;Why you can't raise your voice to say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-2193824292280664813?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/2193824292280664813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=2193824292280664813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/2193824292280664813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/2193824292280664813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2009/07/run.html' title='Run'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-298049501680699649</id><published>2009-06-28T21:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T02:24:51.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moonwalker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SkdsFXHn_QI/AAAAAAAAAPE/OFRCPn1Yh1U/s1600-h/JacksonAA0374793_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SkdsFXHn_QI/AAAAAAAAAPE/OFRCPn1Yh1U/s400/JacksonAA0374793_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352365521514265858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That day I woke up to the sms on my phone, one message after another from all my friends, saying the same thing...Michael Jackson has passed away. At first I cannot believe it, I got up, my heart started to beat faster..I thought "this can't be real"..I googled it and people were reacting to it all over the internet, I quickly turned to Channel Newasia and there it was the latest news of the day. I didn't know how to react other than a loss of words. As the day gone by, the reality of it started to hit on me. I am really sad, he never had a normal childhood and grew up in front of the world, even my father knows how to sing his songs..he did so much for the world. When I got home that night, I just wanted to watch him and hear him sing again.. Music and me, I'll be there, ABC, The love you saved, speechless, stranger in moscow, with a child's heart, childhood, heal the world, we are the world, man in the mirror, off the wall, thriller, smooth criminal, billie jean, black or white, liberian girl, human nature, will you be there, you are not alone and so many many other MJ tunes everyone grew up listening to..I still remember clearly when I was about 7 years old, whenever my father brought us to the SAF electrical store, I will run to the big TV screen where they always play MJ's smooth criminal, Ghosts, all his classic MTV..that's my favourite spot, I will just be glued to the TV and be so captivated by MJ. He will always live in my heart, forever the "King Of Pop" ...I never was able to watch him in concert and I was really wanting to go next year when I  saved up the money. Now I will never be able to see him in this lifetime but I know one day when I get to heaven, I will see Michael Jackson there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/2765071287524694494-298049501680699649?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/298049501680699649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=298049501680699649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/298049501680699649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/298049501680699649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2009/06/moonwalker.html' title='The Moonwalker'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SkdsFXHn_QI/AAAAAAAAAPE/OFRCPn1Yh1U/s72-c/JacksonAA0374793_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-8990737854098999996</id><published>2009-06-28T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T00:52:11.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson We all miss you so much</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;MJ You will always live in my heart....Thank you for your life, for the music and everything you gave to the world~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I am going to miss you so very much.. you will be remembered in our hearts forever and ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&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="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;This song/video tells the story of Michael Jackson : Childhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; line-height: normal; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dVJscGa5vbc&amp;amp;hl=en&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/dVJscGa5vbc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-8990737854098999996?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/8990737854098999996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=8990737854098999996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/8990737854098999996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/8990737854098999996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2009/06/michael-jackson-we-all-miss-you-so-much.html' title='Michael Jackson We all miss you so much'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-2820904967693710733</id><published>2009-06-27T03:43:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T14:39:36.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson..a legend forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SkVCmVZd2OI/AAAAAAAAAO8/TRGp-Py1EhE/s1600-h/mj+is+so+dashing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SkVCmVZd2OI/AAAAAAAAAO8/TRGp-Py1EhE/s400/mj+is+so+dashing.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351756958546122978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Michael Jackson, one of the most widely beloved entertainers and profoundly influential artists of all-time, leaves an indelible imprint in the history of music and in the lives of many people. Coming 29th August will be his 51st birthday. Well I really cannot believe it when I got this news. My heart is saddened because we have lost one of the greatest entertainers of all time. The first music video that changed MTV forever is none other but “Thriller.” MJ changed the game. He revolutionized music, dancing, style, performance, pop culture for 4 decades and today his "Thriller" still remained as the biggest selling album of ALL time . Berry Gordy said "When he was not on stage, he was loving, respectful and shy. When he WAS on stage, he was so in charge you would not believe he was the same person!" Although MJ's life was full of challenges, accusations and pain, yet he was a man full of love and warmth for people especially children. Take away all the tabloids, the controversies and the critics, what you left is simply an amazingly gifted man who always longed and wanted to live a normal life since he started as a lonely child singer of an abusive parent at aged 5... As I watched and listen to the music he made so beautifully, the message of the lyrics he penned, the way he sings, the reflections and poems he wrote, the heart to heart interviews, his dance of impossibly perfect motion and his children, family he loved so much, I really do not think that he was a freak nor was a bizzare man like what the media has always try to portray him as, he was just different..so incredibly different, special and magical. I am truely fascinated and inspired by Michael Jackson. His great contribution to humanity, his courage and audacity to do what was never done, his life that was lived will forever &amp;amp; ever be remembered. I pray his soul to keep. Rest in peace MJ, you are gone but never forgotten. Thank you for being an inspiration to me and to the millions… I have faith &amp;amp; hope that you are doing the “moon walk” on the streets of gold in heaven right now! Keep on dancing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Beatles) Sir Paul McCartney remembered "the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;massively talented boy man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; a gentle soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" as he paid tribute to his occasional musical partner Michael Jackson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't stop crying over the sad news. I have always admired Michael Jackson. The world has lost one of the greats, but his music will live on forever. My heart goes out to his three children and other members of his family. God bless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;." — Madonna, pop star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I knew Michael as a child and watched him grow over the years. Of all the thousands of entertainers I have worked with, Michael was THE most outstanding. Many have tried and will try to copy him, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but his talent will never be matched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;." — Dick Clark, host of the old "American Bandstand."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"He shredded pop music as we know it, creating audacious art without precedent or succession. But the misinformed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; public and the hungry media couldn't keep from feasting on Michael Jackson's life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Perhaps death will afford him the dignity so long denied while alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; must be remembered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; for the music he wrote. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For his impossibly perfect motion; his thwarted, abject love; and the face of trauma he presented as an artistic gesture to exquisite pain, pain we all beheld, and turned away from – as he expected – in disgust and terror."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Will the popular press and the public continue to feast on his controversial life, or will they elegiacally “forget the Past,” and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;let him have even a measure of dignity – dignity that the many refused him, because of his profound otherness and profound beauty that became greater each time he asserted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; – through surgery, fashion and performance...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2HsJ7CgmIVM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2HsJ7CgmIVM&amp;amp;hl=en&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;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/H0mcxmCGetI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H0mcxmCGetI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-2820904967693710733?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/2820904967693710733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=2820904967693710733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/2820904967693710733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/2820904967693710733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2009/06/michael-jackson-legend-forever.html' title='Michael Jackson..a legend forever'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SkVCmVZd2OI/AAAAAAAAAO8/TRGp-Py1EhE/s72-c/mj+is+so+dashing.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-2930364686459288893</id><published>2009-06-24T22:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T22:41:48.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The trailer is finally out!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate;   -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Finally the trailer is out! Must go watch it! haha~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="520" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/USUDlMBR-dQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/USUDlMBR-dQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="520" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-2930364686459288893?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/2930364686459288893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=2930364686459288893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/2930364686459288893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/2930364686459288893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2009/06/trailer-is-finally-out.html' title='The trailer is finally out!!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-4865884152206701897</id><published>2009-06-17T01:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T01:11:30.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lW_JMBWd-c4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lW_JMBWd-c4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Dear God, Please hear me......I tried &amp;amp; I tried....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hey Mr. Curiosity&lt;br /&gt;Is it true what they've been saying about you&lt;br /&gt;Are you killing me?&lt;br /&gt;You took care of the cat already&lt;br /&gt;And for those who think it's heavy&lt;br /&gt;Is it the truth&lt;br /&gt;Or is it only gossip&lt;br /&gt;Call it mystery or anything&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as you'd call me&lt;br /&gt;I sent the message on did you get it when I left it&lt;br /&gt;See this catastrophic event&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't meant to mean no harm&lt;br /&gt;But to think there's nothing wrong is a problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for love this time&lt;br /&gt;Sounding hopeful but it's making me cry&lt;br /&gt;Love is a mystery&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Curious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back to me&lt;br /&gt;Mr. waiting ever patient can't you see&lt;br /&gt;That I'm the same the way you left me&lt;br /&gt;In a hurry to spell check me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm underlined already in envy green&lt;br /&gt;And pencil red&lt;br /&gt;And I've forgotten what you've said&lt;br /&gt;Will you stop working for the dead and return&lt;br /&gt;Mr. curious well I need some inspiration&lt;br /&gt;It's my birthday and I cannot find no cause for celebration&lt;br /&gt;The scenario is grave but I'll be braver when you save me&lt;br /&gt;From this situation laden with hearsay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for love this time&lt;br /&gt;Sounding hopeful but it's making me cry&lt;br /&gt;And love is a mystery&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Curiosity&lt;br /&gt;Be Mr. please&lt;br /&gt;Do come and find me, oh&lt;br /&gt;Find, find me, find me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for love this time&lt;br /&gt;Sounding hopeful but it's making me cry&lt;br /&gt;Trying not to ask why&lt;br /&gt;Cause love is a mystery&lt;br /&gt;Mr. curiosity&lt;br /&gt;Be Mr. please&lt;br /&gt;Do come and find me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is blinding when the timing's never right&lt;br /&gt;Oh who am I to beg for difference&lt;br /&gt;Finding love in just an instant&lt;br /&gt;Well I dont mind, at least I've tried&lt;br /&gt;And I tried, I tried...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-4865884152206701897?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/4865884152206701897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=4865884152206701897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/4865884152206701897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/4865884152206701897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-god.html' title='Dear God'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-3210408666853838</id><published>2009-06-13T02:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T02:43:19.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Right now, I am making a decision which I really do not want to make..and it is all about money! Money Money Money must be funny in the rich men's world!!! Have you heard this song by ABBA before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Like time, there's always time&lt;br /&gt;On my mind&lt;br /&gt;So pass me by, I'll be fine&lt;br /&gt;Just give me time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Older gents sit on the fence&lt;br /&gt;With their cap in hand&lt;br /&gt;Looking grand&lt;br /&gt;They watch their city change&lt;br /&gt;Children scream, or so it seems,&lt;br /&gt;Louder than before&lt;br /&gt;Out of doors, into stores with bigger names&lt;br /&gt;Mama tried to wash their faces&lt;br /&gt;But these kids they lost their graces&lt;br /&gt;And daddy lost at the races too many times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She broke down the other day, yeah you know&lt;br /&gt;Some things in life may change&lt;br /&gt;And some things they stay the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like time, time, there's always time&lt;br /&gt;On my mind&lt;br /&gt;So pass me by, I'll be fine&lt;br /&gt;Just give me time,&lt;br /&gt;Time, there's always time&lt;br /&gt;On my mind&lt;br /&gt;Pass me by, I'll be fine&lt;br /&gt;Just give me time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/2765071287524694494-3210408666853838?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/3210408666853838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=3210408666853838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/3210408666853838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/3210408666853838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2009/06/money.html' title='Money'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-2534486404147304573</id><published>2009-06-04T01:57:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T03:26:51.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruitful Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;God is good all the time and all the time God is good!!! A few things to really thank God for this day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&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-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;First thing I woke up today, got a call asking for a freelancer to work on a project for one month on site....goodness! I just prayed like 1 day ago that God will bless me exactly a one month project so I could earn some good money before school starts in July(if i got in). Woah God answer specific prayers! I should have also prayed specifically for a higher hourly rate too man! hahaha..well after washing up, I went to open the letterbox, lo and behold I finally saw the big brown envelop with the word SIM printed on the top left hand corner, I just grabbed the package which i have been waiting for 3 weeks, as i opened the letter, there it wrote" I am pleased to inform you that you are offered a place in the programme(Bachelor Of Design in Communication Design) awarded by RMIT University..Praise the Lord! I am going to study again haha be a good hardworking student and suck in as much as I need to learn~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&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-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;After that I went to UOB to cash out the cheque my client finally gave me..too bad yishun branch had closed, so i had to go all the way to amk hub. However when I got to amk, somehow I got lost, I just cannot find where UOB is at, the first person came to my mind..Jialing! Jialing lives in amk so she will surely know...immediately I called her and thanks Jialing.. she helped me to locate the place just in time. Then I quickly rushed down to lavendar to get my project contract signed. Everything went well and I will be starting work tomorrow so time to wake up early again though this is the only thing I am not looking forward to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&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-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Later on I got down to orchard and went shopping. Oh my it's a Wednesday and there are crowds of people everywhere! And then I realised because Singapore Sales is going on right now. Well that means I must buy something man, afterall I just got my cheque and it is SALE now! hahaha I pampered myself with a steaming yummy hot bowl of ramen, bought some stuff for some friends and of course for myself too heehee. I passed by takashimaya B1 and to my surprise Barbie is holding a mini collector items promotion!! Vera Wang Barbie, Elvis &amp;amp; Priscilla Barbie, Mary Poppins Barbie, Marilyn Monroe Barbie and VINTAGE Barbie 1959, the model that had stop reproduction for sooo long is now finally available again! Brunette Barbie 1962 is there as well..All the past limited collections are there! Oh dear they are all so beautiful, so sexy and so charming. Right on the spot, I just wish I can grab all of them home with me:P It has been such a long time since Mattel has an "exhibition" like that. But there is one thing I do not understand why some of the barbies nowadays(for the younger generation) are just not as nice as before because their heads are so big and very commercialize looking! Well not all the girls will like barbie dolls when they were young but in my own definition barbie is never just a kind of toy, it's something more than that...it's an expression, an artform, fashion..it's a classic and should always be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&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-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Alright to sum up, it has been a fruitful and happy day but I am still looking forward to my happiest day of 2009 hahaha hmm..June 13 &amp;amp; 14 YES! Vanness is coming! Finally he is coming!! I have been waiting for him to come to my church for soooo long..Yeah it's a very foolish and the silliest dream one could ever have but Praise God! THANK God that He even make this silly dream of mine come true HAHA it's like a birthday present too!:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&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-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;CHEERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2765071287524694494-2534486404147304573?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/2534486404147304573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=2534486404147304573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/2534486404147304573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/2534486404147304573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2009/06/fruitful-day.html' title='Fruitful Day'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-7627762108507457132</id><published>2009-06-02T05:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T06:28:07.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; white-space: pre; font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iAiyrees0uM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iAiyrees0uM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&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-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"A powerful and beautiful film"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"a wonderful many layered experience that put a smile on my face again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I was totally impressed and very surprised by this great masterpiece!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Pleasantville is a stunning film!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The story, along with the cinematography works magic. The use of color, or lack there of works two different ways. First, it makes the story a "whites and colored" film. It's about oppression based on your color. This film tries to show, and i think succeeds in showing how closed minded people can be when it comes to the color of your skin. The other reason that the use of black and white and color is a good idea is because of how they deal with it. You become color by discovering something inside yourself, something you never saw...a passion, a understanding. The film implies how learning about ourselves gives us a favor, makes us all colorful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary Ross does a great job at the filming of this. The look of the film, the shot selection and the angles shown to be shot at are amazing. Several of the scenes are priceless, and as someone before commented, the drive through a black and white scenery with coloured blossom weaving through the soft winds will leave you breathless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The acting is amazing. I'm not a fan of Reese (aka Greesy Reesy) but she did a really good job in this film. Macy was good as always, and all the supporting cast did their role above average. That brings me to Tobey. Tobey is one of the best young actors that i've seen. He doesn't get by on his looks (freddie prinze), he gets by on homely looks, and straight up amazing and stunning acting skills. Tobey will be around, being in great films like Pleasantville and of coz spiderman for a long time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, i really can't say enough about this film. Not only does it look beautiful, but it carries a very deep and important message if you just watch with open eyes. And it also talks about change.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;People fear change. The film suggests that changing and growing as a society and as people -- even if scary -- is good. &lt;/span&gt; I really don't understand how people can not like this movie. This movie is an amazing film, that didn't get the credit that it deserved but thats fine because people that discover this film wont be sorry. Life isn't always pleasant, but that's what makes us unique and special....life is only what you see when you really open your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;By the way check out the soundtrack: Across the universe by Fiona Apple..Brilliant &amp;amp; Sweet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);   line-height: 17px;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; white-space: pre; font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8gLWTtlMwo4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8gLWTtlMwo4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2765071287524694494-7627762108507457132?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/7627762108507457132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=7627762108507457132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/7627762108507457132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/7627762108507457132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2009/06/powerful-and-beautiful-film-wonderful.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-3065787197105320086</id><published>2009-06-01T06:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T06:33:30.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C.S.LEWIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SiMFhF11dzI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WgX8tXaXV28/s1600-h/dawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SiMFhF11dzI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WgX8tXaXV28/s400/dawn.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342119649053341490" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45);  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;If I find in myself desires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;nothing in this world can satisfy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I can only conclude that I was not made for here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;If the flesh that I fight is at best only light and momentary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;then of course I'll feel nude when to where I'm destined I'm compared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak to me in the light of the dawn&lt;br /&gt;Mercy comes with the morning&lt;br /&gt;I will sigh and with all creation groan as I wait for hope to come for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I lost or just less found? On the straight or on the roundabout of the wrong way?&lt;br /&gt;Is this a soul that stirs in me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;is it breaking free, wanting to come alive?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my comfort would prefer for me to be numb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And avoid the impending birth of who I was born to become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For we, we are not long here&lt;br /&gt;Our time is but a breath, so we better breathe it&lt;br /&gt;And I, I was made to live, I was made to love, I was made to know you&lt;br /&gt;Hope is coming for me&lt;br /&gt;Hope, He's coming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2765071287524694494-3065787197105320086?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/3065787197105320086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=3065787197105320086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/3065787197105320086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/3065787197105320086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2009/06/cslewis.html' title='C.S.LEWIS'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SiMFhF11dzI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WgX8tXaXV28/s72-c/dawn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-7701832672364606559</id><published>2009-05-21T03:26:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T03:51:39.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I love you so</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Always love the songs by Don Mclean..Starry Starry Night..American Pie and of course "And I love you so...." All beautifully penned and rendered by this great singer songwriter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KCM7wx6wZUo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I love you so.&lt;br /&gt;The people ask me how,&lt;br /&gt;How Ive lived till now.&lt;br /&gt;I tell them I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess they understand&lt;br /&gt;How lonely life has been.&lt;br /&gt;But life began again&lt;br /&gt;The day you took my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yes, I know how lonely life can be.&lt;br /&gt;The shadows follow me, and the night wont set me free.&lt;br /&gt;But I dont let the evening get me down&lt;br /&gt;Now that youre around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you love me, too.&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts are just for me;&lt;br /&gt;You set my spirit free.&lt;br /&gt;Im happy that you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book of life is brief&lt;br /&gt;And once a page is read,&lt;br /&gt;All but love is dead.&lt;br /&gt;That is my belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yes, I know how loveless life can be.&lt;br /&gt;The shadows follow me, and the night wont set me free.&lt;br /&gt;But I dont let the evening bring me down&lt;br /&gt;Now that youre around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love you so.&lt;br /&gt;The people ask me how,&lt;br /&gt;How Ive lived till now.&lt;br /&gt;I tell them, I dont know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-7701832672364606559?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/7701832672364606559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=7701832672364606559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/7701832672364606559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/7701832672364606559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-i-love-you-so.html' title='And I love you so'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-138474256601381564</id><published>2009-04-30T05:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T05:46:40.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time Traveler's Wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I love you, always. Time is nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;                                  - Henry DeTamble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);  font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SfjJYPHTIWI/AAAAAAAAAOk/cC3WUNFXxXs/s1600-h/time+traveler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SfjJYPHTIWI/AAAAAAAAAOk/cC3WUNFXxXs/s400/time+traveler.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330231577204171106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&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-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Time Traveler's Wife..Oh my for 23 years of my life, I have for once finally completed reading the thickest novel (518 pages) breaking record so far..Haha! I do not usually read novels, for a few times i guess...I only like to read short inspiring stories like those in reader digest but this particular one, Ooh it's awesome, marvelous, incredible, just so intensely moving..it's like it's true and did happened before! There's connection and depth I can feel with the characters inside. Quite often i find myself in a corner of the MRT or bus either laughing trying not to be notice by anyone or withholding back my tears because I really feel like crying when i read this book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&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-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This extraordinary love story is about marriage, love, sex, time, loss and death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; page-turner, delicately crafted and psychologically sound."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 19px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&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="line-height: 19px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I CAN'T wait for the movie to quickly come out in August! Well I hope that the movie will do the book justice...anyway..Must go catch it somehow!:D&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/2765071287524694494-138474256601381564?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/138474256601381564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=138474256601381564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/138474256601381564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/138474256601381564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-travelers-wife.html' title='The Time Traveler&apos;s Wife'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SfjJYPHTIWI/AAAAAAAAAOk/cC3WUNFXxXs/s72-c/time+traveler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-5660107248464701108</id><published>2009-04-13T16:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T16:47:50.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mathieu Gerard: Steel Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Plug in your earpiece, turn on the volume and watch~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;For his master thesis at Arts et Technologies de l’Image, Mathieu Gérard created “Steel Life,” a breathtaking tapestry of textures and light that evokes themes of genesis and rebirth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;While there’s no obvious narrative, the film uses abstract realism—lovingly rendered imagery inspired by nature—to build an associative network of ideas. The lush soundtrack, composed by Mathieu Alvado and performed by the Star Pop Orchestra, adds a dramatic arc to the film.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Also check out the breakdowns in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vimeo.com/3040668" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Gérard’s making-of film&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3911557&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3911557&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/3911557"&gt;Steel Life&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user474253"&gt;Mathieu Gérard&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/2765071287524694494-5660107248464701108?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/5660107248464701108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=5660107248464701108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/5660107248464701108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/5660107248464701108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2009/04/mathieu-gerard-steel-life.html' title='Mathieu Gerard: Steel Life'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-5634387188199425432</id><published>2009-04-05T04:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T16:37:35.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guten Touch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I don't know why but I feel very spiritual watching this Guten Touch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;Be patient and watch till the end...wow~ I was taken away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Guten Touch is an interactive art installation that involves people into a natural relationship with technology. A two projected displays system plus a 3m x 2m multitouch wall showcase applications designed to engage us into human friendly experiences rather than flashy and jaw-dropping visualizations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3288753&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3288753&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/3288753"&gt;GUTEN TOUCH&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/multitouchbcn"&gt;Multitouch Barcelona&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/2765071287524694494-5634387188199425432?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/5634387188199425432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=5634387188199425432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/5634387188199425432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/5634387188199425432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2009/04/twitter.html' title='Guten Touch'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-8509227669661171691</id><published>2009-03-24T02:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T02:49:15.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freelancing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/ScfYtM2l_aI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ul2CtyePCrQ/s1600-h/ff97_demandingclient.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 164px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/ScfYtM2l_aI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ul2CtyePCrQ/s400/ff97_demandingclient.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316456156190080418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;HAHAHA!!!&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/2765071287524694494-8509227669661171691?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/8509227669661171691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=8509227669661171691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/8509227669661171691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/8509227669661171691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2009/03/freelancing.html' title='Freelancing'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/ScfYtM2l_aI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ul2CtyePCrQ/s72-c/ff97_demandingclient.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-8366702832024698880</id><published>2009-03-14T18:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T19:56:56.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st draft of showreel for 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nLY6Ck7Uwu4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nLY6Ck7Uwu4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&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:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(remember to click on HQ for better quality!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the first draft of my showreel for 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&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:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;If you know of people who are looking for freelancers to do what I do, feel free to tell them that they can just come here and take a look at my work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&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:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Comments are welcome too!&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/2765071287524694494-8366702832024698880?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/8366702832024698880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=8366702832024698880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/8366702832024698880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/8366702832024698880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2009/03/1st-draft-of-showreel-for-2009.html' title='1st draft of showreel for 2009'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-2047487782549894762</id><published>2009-03-12T01:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T01:29:34.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>See You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XX-R4NfPEXQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XX-R4NfPEXQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Michael!!! See You in 24th July London's O2 Arena!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2765071287524694494-2047487782549894762?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/2047487782549894762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=2047487782549894762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/2047487782549894762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/2047487782549894762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2009/03/see-you.html' title='See You!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-5137085851785251031</id><published>2009-03-06T07:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:38:01.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson's Concert THIS IS IT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_256XQiS1X8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_256XQiS1X8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;YES! YES! YES! MICHAEL JACKSON is finally coming back! The KING OF POP IS BACK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I managed to catch this news just an hour after Michael Jackson personally made the annoucements LIVE in London, thursdays 5 plus pm. After long awaited for 12 years, this will be his FINAL last tour in London. "This is it!" will be a series of 10 upcoming concert performances by Michael Jackson, scheduled to begin on July 8th, at the O2 Arena London. The shows, his first significant concert events since the HIStory World Tour in 1997, have been cited as one of the year's most important musical events. Each of shows have a maximum capacity of 23,000.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Long before this press conference started, several thousands of fans from all over the world and hundreds upon hundreds of reporters are already gathered, waiting anxiously for the King Of Pop's arrival. Jackson arrived on stage nearly an hour and a half late (London's rush hour traffic was reportedly the reason) and spoke for just over three minutes. "I'll be performing the songs my fans want to hear. This is the final curtain call. I love you so much," said Jackson, 50, barely audible over the whooping of his loyal supporters who crowded a shopping arcade outside of the arena. "This is it. I just want to say that these will be my final show performances in London." &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/2765071287524694494-5137085851785251031?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/5137085851785251031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=5137085851785251031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/5137085851785251031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/5137085851785251031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2009/03/michael-jacksons-concert-this-is-is.html' title='Michael Jackson&apos;s Concert THIS IS IT'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-6570579576279811130</id><published>2009-03-05T04:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T05:00:22.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas On July 24th Avenue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/Sa7qHVYfFEI/AAAAAAAAAOU/KWo_knU95hM/s1600-h/christmas+on+july+24+avenue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/Sa7qHVYfFEI/AAAAAAAAAOU/KWo_knU95hM/s400/christmas+on+july+24+avenue.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309438422436222018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/Sa7p217rzuI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3Pxbz8bPAGU/s1600-h/christmas+july+24th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/Sa7p217rzuI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3Pxbz8bPAGU/s400/christmas+july+24th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309438139116015330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Christmas On July 24th Avenue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haha what more can I say..I was so surprised when I saw this movie. My favourite Christmas day on my Birthday! It's actually a beautiful japanese romantic comedy about 2 years ago. Anyone has ever watch this movie before? Guess I should watch this movie on my birthday this year...hmmm better with a special someone huh~ Hahaha CHILLS~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-6570579576279811130?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/6570579576279811130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=6570579576279811130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/6570579576279811130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/6570579576279811130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2009/03/july-24th.html' title='Christmas On July 24th Avenue'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/Sa7qHVYfFEI/AAAAAAAAAOU/KWo_knU95hM/s72-c/christmas+on+july+24+avenue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-7486234588963588117</id><published>2009-02-18T23:08:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T00:39:30.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christian The Lion</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SZwnAfHrDPI/AAAAAAAAANs/3OyaHTPo8Pk/s1600-h/02+christian+lion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SZwnAfHrDPI/AAAAAAAAANs/3OyaHTPo8Pk/s400/02+christian+lion.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304157350442765554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;These two guys reared this lion from a baby in England but the authorities would not allow them to keep it once it reached maturity so they were forced to give it up, they took it back to Africa and placed it in a wildlife sanctuary. A year later they went to see it and were told it would not remember them...But true love never dies, how gorgeous!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FzO3F813rU4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Moments of Christian with John and Anthony...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i5vRPKIS5UM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-7486234588963588117?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/7486234588963588117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=7486234588963588117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/7486234588963588117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/7486234588963588117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2009/02/christian-lion.html' title='Christian The Lion'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SZwnAfHrDPI/AAAAAAAAANs/3OyaHTPo8Pk/s72-c/02+christian+lion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-8181499590185337102</id><published>2009-02-09T06:01:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T09:56:39.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Vanness and I am so proud of him!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I love Vanness and I am so proud of him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SY9bK6V0KfI/AAAAAAAAANM/xzvAtXZkJB8/s1600-h/Vanness02.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SY9bK6V0KfI/AAAAAAAAANM/xzvAtXZkJB8/s1600-h/Vanness02.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SY9bK6V0KfI/AAAAAAAAANM/xzvAtXZkJB8/s400/Vanness02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300555529455938034" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanness shared about his personal testimony in GoodTV, how he was transformed from a person so caught up with fame, money and women to a man now who loved God whole-heartedly, who treasured friendship &amp;amp; relationships more than anything, who wants to be consecrated for God especially sexually "preserved" solely for his further wife. He shared about how he led his family to Christ, his newly set-up company, the goodness and miracles God has done in his life. Great friends in the entertainment circle like 李久哲, Jeff, Machi members and many others were also interviewed talking about his quite "shocking and unbelievable" change...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SY9bFncP-WI/AAAAAAAAANE/dxqjj4VRdXs/s1600-h/vanness01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;GO Vanness!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SY9bFncP-WI/AAAAAAAAANE/dxqjj4VRdXs/s1600-h/vanness01.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2765071287524694494-8181499590185337102?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/8181499590185337102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=8181499590185337102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/8181499590185337102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/8181499590185337102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-vanness-and-i-am-so-proud-of-him.html' title='I love Vanness and I am so proud of him!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SY9bK6V0KfI/AAAAAAAAANM/xzvAtXZkJB8/s72-c/Vanness02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-2751413792063745256</id><published>2009-01-28T05:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T06:54:23.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>等下一個天亮</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/MEK3yaosO1/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(就象那架飞机一样, 那个人也被风带走了...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;用起伏的背影 擋住哭泣的心&lt;br /&gt;有些故事 不必說給 每個人聽&lt;br /&gt;許多眼睛 看的太淺太近&lt;br /&gt;錯過我沒被看見 那個自己&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;用簡單的言語 解開超載的心&lt;br /&gt;有些情緒 是該說給 懂的人聽&lt;br /&gt;你的熱淚 比我激動憐惜&lt;br /&gt;我發誓要更努力 更有勇氣&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;等下一個天亮 去上次牽手賞花那裡散步好嗎&lt;br /&gt;有些積雪會自己融化&lt;br /&gt;你的肩膀是我豁達的天堂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;等下一個天亮 把偷拍我看海的照片送我好嗎&lt;br /&gt;我喜歡我飛舞的頭髮&lt;br /&gt;和飄著雨還是眺望的眼光&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(I took some time to record this song, but the quality wasn't as good...still it's great for blogging material haha yeah waiting for 下一個天亮..the sun is going to come out soon!  enjoy ba!;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-2751413792063745256?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/2751413792063745256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=2751413792063745256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/2751413792063745256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/2751413792063745256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_8083.html' title='等下一個天亮'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-6190235971964543920</id><published>2009-01-23T04:54:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T06:50:50.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SXjwb22AntI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CGv1JGM1GR8/s1600-h/hand+and+girl.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 369px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SXjwb22AntI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CGv1JGM1GR8/s400/hand+and+girl.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294245723343199954" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I went to see his urn on Wednesday. I brought along white flowers for him because white was his favourite colour. When I saw his family, they were really nice towards me especially his sister. She was really sweet and kind. When I arrived, she even wanted to pay for my cabfare. When I got down and saw her, her eyes look like her brother and I could find some resemblance of Alvin in the way she talks. Even though I could see that she misses her brother alot, she is being positive and try to be as cheerful as she can, because she understands that Alvin will not want her to be too upset. I am really glad to have the chance to spend some time and talked with his family. His sister shared so much about him, how they often fought when they were younger, his character, his personality and how proud she is of her brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&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=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;When she brought me to his urn, she gently touched his photo and told him " 文聪, 你的朋友来看你了..." I nearly wanted to tear when I heard that. She was so nice to let me spend a few moments alone there. I said a little prayer and then make sure the flowers was nicely placed beside but I did not want to leave yet, so I stayed for a while more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&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=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Well for these few days, I cannot quite understand why am I so sad and so much affected by the whole matter. Although Alvin was not really of a close friend to me but the feeling of having lost something precious was very strong actually. I kind of regretted that I did not dial his number earlier so I could at least get to see him in the last moments of his life. I felt very upset that I did not took the chance to tell him how great I think he was and how thankful I am to him for always making me feel confident and pretty. I wonder if he knows that we all miss him very much. Where could he be now? Is he good?.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&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=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I always know in the back of my mind that in life no matter how busy we get, we must always put aside everything and spend time with the ones we loved dearly. We must cherish the people around us, our family, friends, colleagues, or even those whom we are not so close to.. to remember to always tell them how valuable and precious they are, and how much we love them through our actions. Now I am still learning how to do this with my whole heart not just with only my mind. I am learning how not to let time passed me by each day without doing something for someone or saying something nice to a person. And at the end of the day, having all said and done, life is really not how much we get but how much we have given to others.....&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/2765071287524694494-6190235971964543920?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/6190235971964543920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=6190235971964543920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/6190235971964543920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/6190235971964543920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-went-to-see-his-urn-on-wednesday-in.html' title='Cherish'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SXjwb22AntI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CGv1JGM1GR8/s72-c/hand+and+girl.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-3675128525369535260</id><published>2009-01-21T01:24:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T06:27:33.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone too soon....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SXjyysNFYmI/AAAAAAAAAM8/jZJxw1dnx-E/s1600-h/dandelion.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SXjyysNFYmI/AAAAAAAAAM8/jZJxw1dnx-E/s400/dandelion.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294248314647437922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/NJzV3nlHKS/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/NJzV3nlHKS/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very shocked to hear that. Right at the moment when I saw the sms, I did not want to believe that it was true. But then the second sms came, his sister explained to me about all that had happened. “He kept losing weight and we asked him to quit his job and rest at home, he did eventually but he was very stubborn and refused to see the doctor. He fainted one day at home and just leave us like that.” I cannot help but felt a sudden surge of grief and sadness. I stood still in silence. I told myself that I should accept the fact that he was already gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&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-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Very few of the hairstylist I have ever went to in my entire life, did actually made me feel assured and confident when I step out of the salon. But this guy, he was just different. He made me look beautiful every time. More than that, he was like a friend to me. He was very gentle, very professional, very friendly. He always talked to me like he was talking to his little sister because he would tried his best to have me understand every step he was working on my hair. I always felt comfortable and confident to let him cut my hair. He told me that girls should keep their crown area light and fluffy, no straight line parting because that will look very 老气. He knew his colour theory very well. He mixed and matched the dye which suits me perfectly and he definitely knew how to washes and blows your hair to the very standard you could ever asked for. His wonderful skills at layering was simply incredible… He was very detailed and was able to control the thickness and volume of your hair so that every strand sits perfectly on your head. He got a bag, inside contains a row full of scissors which he always tucked it handsomely at his waist. He said that these scissors were his life and a pair of it cost up to 500 bucks. He taught me how should I part my hair so I will look like those Japanese girls in the magazines. And there was once when he suggested I should cut bob for a fresh look but I kept wanting to have long hair. Later then, I remembered he did curls for me. He encouraged and convinced me that I will look great instead though I was really unsure. He said “Alright, why not I do it for you today and I will not charge you a single cent but you cannot tell your friend ok?” And the next thing I knew was that I actually loved the results…He was one such guy who created magic, not only for me but for many other people too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&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-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;He wanted me to help him create a personal portfolio website. He had so many photographs, like a stack of it. He liked red, white and black and he loved designs which are sleek and simple. He liked to go to Japan where he will also visit his sister over there. He took time and shared with me about how great he thinks that Japanese are, their work ethics and philosophy in life which we should really learn from them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&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-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;One thing I really like about him was whenever he finished a specific cut on my hair, he would always used his fingers to gently brushes the locks around so as to ensure that the cut gave a great shape to my face. Every time when he did this, he looked amazingly charming and really dashing…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&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-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;It has been nearly 3 years since anyone cut my hair except him. It was so sad to see him getting thinner and lost so much weight when I saw him the last time. He became quieter and seems distracted, I knew something must be bothering him. Now I know that it must be the pain that he was trying to put up with, it must have not been easy for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I should have told him that he was the greatest hairstylist I have ever met. Sometimes I do take a sneak peek at him whenever I passed by Wisma Icon but I cannot do this anymore. My hair is very long now because since August I have been waiting for Alvin to come back and cut my hair, however he is no longer with us, it's just not possible anymore … &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Goodbye Alvin, we all will miss you very much....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-3675128525369535260?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/3675128525369535260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=3675128525369535260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/3675128525369535260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/3675128525369535260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2009/01/gone-too-soon.html' title='Gone too soon....'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SXjyysNFYmI/AAAAAAAAAM8/jZJxw1dnx-E/s72-c/dandelion.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-4559475605456666676</id><published>2009-01-08T17:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T20:06:33.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>烏拉博士</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Do you still remember when you were younger, you used to ask alot of questions? Why sometimes the moon is round while other times it's cresent? Mummy where do I come from? Why is the sky so blue? Why is Papa's stomach always so big? I remember during my childhood days, my mind was always filled with lots of "why" and I cannot stop irritating my sisters, my mum and friends with questions that I can never seem to stop asking..haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Then came my favourite show with this really cute friend..... 烏拉博士!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SWXPNS8FFPI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mOw8v2kWBGA/s1600-h/烏拉博士.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SWXPNS8FFPI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mOw8v2kWBGA/s400/烏拉博士.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288861164745594098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;And I love the song! Was it familiar to you too? Haha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/KtmcXr13co/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;為什麼 為什麼 為 什 麼&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;為什麼天空會有雲&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;為什麼飛機會飛行&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;為什麼月亮有時圓有時又不圓&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;烏拉博士 來說明&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;十萬個為什麼告訴你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;（十萬個為什麼）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;為什麼 為什麼 為 什 麼&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;為什麼孔雀會開屏&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;為什麼螃蟹要橫行&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;為什麼海水有時低有時又 變 高&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;烏拉博士 來說明&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;十萬個為什麼告訴你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;（十萬個為什麼）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;為什麼 為什麼 為 什 麼&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;歡迎小小朋友作貴賓&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;可愛動物陪伴你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-4559475605456666676?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/4559475605456666676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=4559475605456666676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/4559475605456666676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/4559475605456666676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='烏拉博士'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SWXPNS8FFPI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mOw8v2kWBGA/s72-c/烏拉博士.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-1570131845148720637</id><published>2009-01-02T00:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T01:26:32.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>N122 Thanksgiving 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Thank You guys so much for being part of my life....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-1684467594268263762</id><published>2008-12-19T08:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T08:24:44.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie Bit Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;This is just too cute not to be blog about!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_OBlgSz8sSM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_OBlgSz8sSM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" 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Me!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-8786296905034397808</id><published>2008-12-17T13:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T13:31:41.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter Is the best medicine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When was the last time you laughed like this kid? This is awesome video that will put a smile on your face, for sure. Adorable, funny boy. Life is all good, when you laugh every day. I think this is the most watched kid video on Youtube that is safe for all ages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5P6UU6m3cqk&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5P6UU6m3cqk&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-8786296905034397808?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/8786296905034397808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=8786296905034397808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/8786296905034397808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/8786296905034397808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2008/12/laughter-is-best-medicine.html' title='Laughter Is the best medicine!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-7030429365703288627</id><published>2008-12-17T13:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T13:32:17.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steve Jobs Stanford Commencement Speech 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Here we see Steve Jobs delivering his commencement speech to the graduates of Stanford University in 2005. In it he talks about getting fired from Apple in 1985, life &amp;amp; death. Very inspiring. If you are looking for a transcript you can get from Stanford University webpage. Text of Steve Jobs Commencement Address at Stanford Graduation 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D1R-jKKp3NA&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D1R-jKKp3NA&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-7030429365703288627?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/7030429365703288627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=7030429365703288627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/7030429365703288627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/7030429365703288627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2008/12/steve-jobs-stanford-commencement-speech.html' title='Steve Jobs Stanford Commencement Speech 2005'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-4499063817816317327</id><published>2008-12-14T06:06:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T06:59:53.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections By Michael Jackson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SUQ0KEs9HWI/AAAAAAAAAMU/xqjLP4nH1yo/s1600-h/mjhopp.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SUQ0KEs9HWI/AAAAAAAAAMU/xqjLP4nH1yo/s400/mjhopp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279402010850696546" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Here are just a few great pieces from the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Book : Dancing The Dream written by MICHAEL JACKSON (1992 Reflections)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Extracted from (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;http://mjjrealrealm.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!A679A9B694DD1478!2042.entry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;A Child Is A Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;When children listen to music, they don't just listen. They melt into the melody and flow with the rhythm. Something inside starts to unfold its wings - soon the child and the music are one. I feel that way, too, in the presence of music, and my best moments of creativity have often been spent with children. When I am around them, music comes to me as easily as breathing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Each song is a child I nourish and give my love to. But even if you have never written a song, your life is a song. How can it not be? In wave after wave, Nature caresses you - the rhythm of each dawn and each sunset is part of you, the falling rain touches your soul, and you see yourself in the clouds that are playing tag with the sun. To live is to be musical, starting with the blood dancing in your veins. Everything living has a rhythm. To feel each one, softly and attentively, brings out its music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Do you feel your music?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Children do, but once we grow up, life becomes a burden and a chore, and the music grows fainter. Sometimes the heart is so heavy that we turn away from it and forget that its throbbing is the wisest message of life, a wordless message that says, "Live, be, move, rejoice -- you are alive!" Without the heart's wise rhythm, we could not exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;When I begin to feel a little tired or burdened, children revive me. I turn to them for new life, for new music. Two brown eyes look at me so deeply, so innocently, and inside I murmur, "This child is a song." It is so true and direct an experience that instantly I realize again, "I am a song also." I am back to myself once more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;The Fish That Was Thirsty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;One night a baby fish was sleeping under some coral when God appeared to him in a dream. "I want you to go forth with a message to all the fish in the sea," God said. "What should I tell them?" the little fish asked. "Just tell them you’re thirsty," God replied. "And see what they do." Then without another word, He disappeared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;The next morning the little fish woke up and remembered his dream. "What a strange thing God wants me to do," he thought to himself. But as soon as he saw a large tuna swimming by, the little fish piped up, "Excuse me, but I’m thirsty." "Then you must be a fool," then tuna said. And with a disdainful flick of his tail, he swam away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;The little fish did feel rather foolish, but he had his orders. The next fish he saw was a grinning shark. Keeping a safe distance, the little fish called out, "Excuse me, sir, but I’m thirsty." "Then you must be crazy," the shark replied. Noticing a rather hungry look in the shark’s eye, the little fish swam away quickly. All day he met cod and mackerels and swordfish and groupers, but every time he made his short speech, they turned their backs and would have nothing to do with him. Feeling hopelessly confused, the little fish sought out the wisest creature in the sea, who happened to be an old blue whale with three harpoon scars on his side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;"Excuse me, but I’m thirsty!" the little fish shouted, wondering if the old whale could even see him, he was such a tiny speck. But the wise one stopped in his tracks. "You’ve seen God, haven’t you?" he said. "How did you know?" "Because I was thirsty once, too." The old whale laughed. The little fish looked very surprised. "Please tell me what this message from God means," he implored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;"It means that we are looking for Him in the wrong places," the old whale explained. "We look high and low for God, but somehow He’s not there. So we blame Him and tell ourselves that He must have forgotten us. Or else we decide that He left a long time ago, if He was ever around." "How strange," the little fish said, "to miss what is everywhere." "Very strange," the old whale agreed. "Doesn’t it remind you of fish who say they’re thirsty?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;That One In The Mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I wanted to change the world, so I got up one morning and looked in the mirror. That one looking back said: "There is not much time left. The earth is wracked with pain. Children are starving. Nations remain divided by mistrust and hatred. Everywhere the air and water have been fouled almost beyond help. Do something!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;That one in the mirror felt very angry and desperate. Everything looked like a mess, a tragedy, a disaster. I decided he must be right. Didn't I feel terrible about these things, too, just like him? The planet was being used up and thrown away. Imagining earthly life just one generation from now made me feel panicky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;It was not hard to find the good people who wanted to solve the earth's problems. As I listened to their solutions, I thought, There is so much good will here, so much concern. At night before going to bed, that one in the mirror looked back at me seriously, Now we'll get somewhere, he declared. If everybody does their part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;But everybody didn't do their part. Some did, but were they stopping the tide? Were pain, starvation, hatred, and pollution about to be solved? Wishing wouldn't make it so - I knew that. When I woke up the next morning, that one in the mirror looked confused. Maybe it's hopeless, he whispered... Then a sly look came into his eyes, and he shrugged. But you and I will survive. At least we are doing all right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I felt strange when he said that. There was something very wrong here. A faint suspicion came to me, one that had never dawned so clearly before. What if that one in the mirror isn't me? He feels separate. He sees problems - out there - to be solved. Maybe they will be, maybe they won't. He'll get along. But I don't feel that way - those problems aren't out there, not really. I feel them inside me. A child crying in Ethiopia, a sea gull struggling pathetically in an oil spill, a mountain gorilla being mercilessly hunted, a teenage soldier trembling with terror when he hears the planes fly over. Aren't these happening in me when I see and hear about them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;The next time I looked in the mirror, that one looking back had started to fade. It was only an image after all. It showed me a solitary person enclosed in a neat package of skin and bones. "Did I once think you were me?" I began to wonder. I am not so separate and afraid. The pain of life touches me, but the joy of life is so much stronger. And it alone will heal. Life is the healer of life, and the most I can do for the earth is to be its loving child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;That one in the mirror winced and squirmed. He hadn't thought so much about love. Seeing problems was much easier, because love means complete self-honesty. Ouch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh, friend, I whispered to him, do you think anything can solve problems without love? That one in the mirror wasn't sure. Being alone for so long, not trusting others and being trusted by others, it tended to detach itself from the reality of life. "Is love more real than pain?" he asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;"I can't promise that it is. But it might be. Let's discover", I said. I touched the mirror with a grin. "Let's not be alone again. Will you be my partner? I hear a dance starting up. Come". That one in the mirror smiled shyly. He was realizing we could be best friends. We could be more peaceful, more loving, more honest with each other every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;"Would that change the world?" I think it will, because Mother Earth wants us to be happy and to love her as we tend her needs. She needs fearless people on her side, whose courage comes from being part of her, like a baby who is brave enough to walk because Mother is holding out her arms to catch him. When that one in the mirror is full of love for me and for him, there is no room for fear. When we were afraid and panicky, we stopped loving this life of ours and this earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;We disconnected. Yet how can anybody rush to help the earth if they feel disconnected? Perhaps the earth is telling us what she wants, and by not listening, we fall back on our own fear and panic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;One thing I know: I never feel alone when I am earth's child. I do not have to cling to my personal survival as long as I realize, day by day, that all of life is in me. The children and their pain; the children and their joy. The ocean swelling under the sun; the ocean weeping with black oil. The animals hunted in fear; the animals bursting with the sheer joy of being alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;This sense of - the world in me - is how I always want to feel. That one in the mirror has his doubts sometimes. So I am tender with him. Every morning I touch the mirror and whisper,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh, friend, I hear a dance. Will you be my partner? Come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1zpTQCQEFhg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1zpTQCQEFhg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" 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/2765071287524694494-4499063817816317327?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/4499063817816317327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=4499063817816317327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/4499063817816317327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/4499063817816317327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2008/12/child-is-song.html' title='Reflections By Michael Jackson'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SUQ0KEs9HWI/AAAAAAAAAMU/xqjLP4nH1yo/s72-c/mjhopp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-8421857627398962979</id><published>2008-12-13T01:49:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:53:34.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dream Within A Dream - by Edgar Allan Poe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SUKkyac7I6I/AAAAAAAAAL0/wMvl7aOJdLo/s1600-h/01562_beachhouse_1280x800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SUKkyac7I6I/AAAAAAAAAL0/wMvl7aOJdLo/s400/01562_beachhouse_1280x800.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278962899232695202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;A Dream Within A Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="120" style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="20" style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Take this kiss upon the brow!&lt;br /&gt;And, in parting from you now,&lt;br /&gt;Thus much let me avow-&lt;br /&gt;You are not wrong, who deem&lt;br /&gt;That my days have been a dream;&lt;br /&gt;Yet if hope has flown away&lt;br /&gt;In a night, or in a day,&lt;br /&gt;In a vision, or in none,&lt;br /&gt;Is it therefore the less gone?&lt;br /&gt;All that we see or seem&lt;br /&gt;Is but a dream within a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand amid the roar&lt;br /&gt;Of a surf-tormented shore,&lt;br /&gt;And I hold within my hand&lt;br /&gt;Grains of the golden sand-&lt;br /&gt;How few! yet how they creep&lt;br /&gt;Through my fingers to the deep,&lt;br /&gt;While I weep- while I weep!&lt;br /&gt;O God! can I not grasp&lt;br /&gt;Them with a tighter clasp?&lt;br /&gt;O God! can I not save&lt;br /&gt;One from the pitiless wave?&lt;br /&gt;Is all that we see or seem&lt;br /&gt;But a dream within a dream? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Edgar Allan Poe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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/2765071287524694494-8421857627398962979?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/8421857627398962979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=8421857627398962979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/8421857627398962979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/8421857627398962979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2008/12/dream-within-dream-by-edgar-allan-poe.html' title='A Dream Within A Dream - by Edgar Allan Poe'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SUKkyac7I6I/AAAAAAAAAL0/wMvl7aOJdLo/s72-c/01562_beachhouse_1280x800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-514792140636139023</id><published>2008-12-09T07:24:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:59:26.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Face Retouch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/ST2w-cLQnpI/AAAAAAAAALk/JojBZytCqao/s1600-h/beautiful.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/ST2w-cLQnpI/AAAAAAAAALk/JojBZytCqao/s400/beautiful.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277568925109886610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;YES! I am obsessed with this face retouching thing in photoshop! Can you tell the differencES? Not just the slimmer face only but the nose, the eyes, the brows and lips have very minimal subtle changes...I bet those people in Hollywood doing this must be earning big bucks from the Magazines company haha...A valuable skill to be mastered...there's more to come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;CHECK out the video below!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OXf8fr0Kp3Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;No wonder our perception of beauty is distorted.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jessica Alba is already very skinny and beautiful originally but still got to be airbrushed thinner for Campari...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 355px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/ST3B1a_4ZnI/AAAAAAAAALs/x1QdXDhSWmo/s400/jessican+alba.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277587461872576114" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-514792140636139023?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/514792140636139023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=514792140636139023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/514792140636139023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/514792140636139023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2008/12/face-retouch.html' title='Face Retouch'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/ST2w-cLQnpI/AAAAAAAAALk/JojBZytCqao/s72-c/beautiful.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-8462512169154588741</id><published>2008-12-04T10:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T10:24:20.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Life transformed and changed: Sammi Cheng 郑秀文</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/STc-WdTMEeI/AAAAAAAAALU/kJTwUS9Fu28/s1600-h/sammi+cheng.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/STc-WdTMEeI/AAAAAAAAALU/kJTwUS9Fu28/s400/sammi+cheng.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275754044030980578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-8462512169154588741?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/8462512169154588741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=8462512169154588741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/8462512169154588741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/8462512169154588741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-transformed-and-changed-for-god.html' title='A Life transformed and changed: Sammi Cheng 郑秀文'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/STc-WdTMEeI/AAAAAAAAALU/kJTwUS9Fu28/s72-c/sammi+cheng.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-3950825494195936207</id><published>2008-12-04T05:49:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T06:47:15.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanness is also giving Bible Study!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Vanness is giving Bible Study! Woah I hope I could attend his classes one day...haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I know I know it's very lame of me to blog about this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;But it's so good to know that celebrities like him are growing spiritually, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;shinning for God in the marketplace. Got to have more people like him in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;the entertainment world to shine for Jesus and spread the love of God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Vanness JIAYOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/STb_Mq0rHpI/AAAAAAAAALM/E9yYVJ_61Bc/s1600-h/vanness+bs.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(EXTRACTED FROM Http://www.alivenotdead.com/vannesswu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 21px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;If someone came up to me a year ago and said.. " Van Ness in a year you will be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 21px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;hosting a bible study" I would've probably looked at him/her straight in the eye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 21px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;and spit chocolate on his face, from laughing so hard .............................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;...........................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;.............................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;..............................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;.............................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;..........................................................................&lt;br /&gt;...........................................................&lt;br /&gt;...........................................&lt;br /&gt;............................&lt;br /&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;........a year later.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);   line-height: 21px;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/STb_Mq0rHpI/AAAAAAAAALM/E9yYVJ_61Bc/s1600-h/vanness+bs.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/STb_Mq0rHpI/AAAAAAAAALM/E9yYVJ_61Bc/s400/vanness+bs.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275684606629846674" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 21px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you Jaeson, Carl, Jon, esp. Edward, and everyone that's supporting me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 21px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;honestly...May God bless your lives with all the good in the world, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 21px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;to know true happiness. Amen! Luv y'all~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 21px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is SUPERDUPER~! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"J.CHRIST~ 4 LIFE!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 21px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);   line-height: 21px;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Btw, you may want to check out his friend Jaeson Ma's blog, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;he is a really cool pastor who is a rapper too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;His stories in life and the articles he wrote never fail to inspire me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;http://jaesonma.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A great man of God who is impacting the marketplace, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A good friend of Edison Chen who recently led Edison to Christ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;You can check out his conversion article here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&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="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;http://jaesonma.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);  white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;He was on his Hong Kong Media Mission and recently &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);   white-space: pre;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   white-space: normal; font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;started &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;a Artist Simple Church called the "LIGHT CLUB" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Pop Icon, Sammi Cheng was also involved and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;shared her testimony on Nov 16th outreach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);  line-height: normal; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);  line-height: normal; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;http://cannyhar.blogspot.com/2008/11/change.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-3950825494195936207?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/3950825494195936207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=3950825494195936207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/3950825494195936207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/3950825494195936207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2008/12/vanness-is-also-giving-bible-study.html' title='Vanness is also giving Bible Study!!!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/STb_Mq0rHpI/AAAAAAAAALM/E9yYVJ_61Bc/s72-c/vanness+bs.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-153325197700408892</id><published>2008-11-30T06:41:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T07:12:12.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Facts You Have To Know About You &amp; Me: The Generation Y People</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/STHMOQP4MGI/AAAAAAAAALE/IVx7Qi4XYkI/s1600-h/travel_0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/STHMOQP4MGI/AAAAAAAAALE/IVx7Qi4XYkI/s400/travel_0050.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274221183879360610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Generation Y, sometimes referred to as "Millennials"or "Net Generation", born 1982-2000, or 1977-1994, depending on the source, grew up in the 1990s and 2000s. Cultural and technological definitions of Generation Y begin the generation earlier, and demographic ones later, centering it around the baby boom of the end of the 1980s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RELATIONSHIP WITH TECHNOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97% own a computer&lt;br /&gt;97% have downloaded music and other media using peer-to-peer file sharing&lt;br /&gt;94% own a cell phone&lt;br /&gt;76% use instant messaging and social networking sites&lt;br /&gt;75% of college students have a Facebook profile and most of them check it daily.[17]&lt;br /&gt;60% own some type of portable music and/or video device such as an iPod&lt;br /&gt;49% regularly download music and other media using peer-to-peer file sharing&lt;br /&gt;34% use websites as their primary source of news&lt;br /&gt;28% author a blog and 44% read blogs&lt;br /&gt;15% of IM users are logged on 24 hours a day/7 days a week&lt;br /&gt;14% use online purchasing to buy tobacco related products&lt;br /&gt;8% have confessed to having an online gaming addiction at some point in their life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRENDS AMONG MEMBERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with previous generations, many trends (and problems) began to surface as the Millennials came of age.&lt;br /&gt;Members of this generation are facing higher costs for higher education than previous generations.&lt;br /&gt;In the United States, as they begin to enter colleges and universities in large numbers, some of their Baby Boomer and Generation Jones parents are becoming helicopter parents. Many college advisors and administrators worry that this could have a negative effect on the student's social progress, ego, and developing maturity&lt;br /&gt;They represent more than 70 million consumers in the United States. They earn a total annual income of about $211 billion, spend approximately $172 billion per year and strongly influence many adult consumer buying choices. They also face a greater degree of direct corporate marketing than any other generation in history.&lt;br /&gt;A 2008 survey by UK recruitment consultancy FreshMinds Talent in partnership with Management Today suggested that Generation Y are generally more ambitious, brand conscious and tend to move jobs more often than previous generations. The survey of over 1,000 people, entitled Work 2.0, also suggests several possible misconceptions about Generation Y, including that they are as loyal as their predecessors and believe that their job says something about them as individuals.&lt;br /&gt;There is more experience of family breakdown. The generation has seen high divorce rates, and homes with 2 working parents are much more common. This has greatly changed their relationships at home when compared to their parents and grandparents. This may have led them to be more peer-oriented and this may be a contributing factor to the premium that Gen Y workers place on workplace culture.&lt;br /&gt;A May 2008 episode of the American news magazine 60 Minutes entitled The Age Of The Millennials proposed that members of the generation are exceptionally tech-savvy, are especially tuned to their own value in the job market, have limited loyalty to any particular employer, and insist on working in a stimulating job environment.&lt;br /&gt;More openness in regards to sexual and romantic life-styles than prior generations. More openness to sexual expression and experimentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are sometimes described as an "overachieving, overscheduled" generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trophy Kids&lt;br /&gt;The Generation Y are sometimes called the "Trophy Generation", or "Trophy Kids," a term that reflects the trend in competitive sports (as well as many other aspects of life) where "no one loses" and everyone gets a "Thanks for Participating" trophy. Some employers are concerned that the members of Generation Y have too great expectations from the workplace and desire to shape their jobs to fit their lives rather than adapt their lives to the workplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Anonymous-or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-153325197700408892?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/153325197700408892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=153325197700408892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/153325197700408892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/153325197700408892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2008/11/interesting-facts-you-have-to-know.html' title='Interesting Facts You Have To Know About You &amp; Me: The Generation Y People'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/STHMOQP4MGI/AAAAAAAAALE/IVx7Qi4XYkI/s72-c/travel_0050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-2890063273881274490</id><published>2008-11-29T06:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T06:19:41.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AUGUST RUSH! Moving &amp; Wonderfu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/STBsG9W6F7I/AAAAAAAAAKs/f3xwPKWIv5U/s1600-h/1263_august_rush_1187291702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/STBsG9W6F7I/AAAAAAAAAKs/f3xwPKWIv5U/s400/1263_august_rush_1187291702.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273834030456510386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 17px;font-family:Arial;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you love it, you'll LOVE it. If not, then the most you'll probably give it is an 'ok'. The movie requires the audience to have a somewhat willful suspension of reality as there are some slightly mystic themes interwoven in the storyline. But as the movie is basically centered on the power of music, the mystic elements make sense. It's completely about belief and faith in the intangible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I loved the story. And the music was amazing! The primary theme is Music as a healing force in the Universe that draws us all together. The acting was superb. There's not much dialogue in this movie. So the majority of the story is told through the emotional expressions of the actors and via the music. Although, Robin Williams does have a great monologue where he talks about Music being the tie that binds all of us together. Freddie Highmore (Charlie and the Chocolate Factory) is the cream of the crop as far as child actors go. He amazed me in this film. I can't wait to see more from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"August Rush" was perfectly directed and co-written by Kristen Sheridan (In Amercia). It is so wonderful to see a work like this from a female film maker for a change. Beautiful cinematography! The opening scene in the wheat field is just breathtaking. The score is fabulous. Let's face it, in a movie like this, you've got to have great music to pull it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some exceptional musical performances, especially from relative newcomers, Jamia Simone Nash who sings up a storm and Leon Thomas who croons and plays guitar. But the most impressive thing about this movie is that all of the actors really played these instruments themselves. Meyers did his own singing as well. Highmore plays the guitar in an unusual slap-harmonics style that reminded me of Michael Hedges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed "August Rush" so much. I haven't been moved to tears like this by a film in a long time. The story was very inspiring and the boy's unyielding faith and will to never give up on his dream to find his family really hit me. Kudos to the writers and director for ending the film the way they did. Instead of a sappy reunion scene that would've ruined the tone of the movie, they ended it beautifully with the crescendo of the music and just the close-up on August as he sees his parents standing there for the first time. Add August Rush to your must see list for the holidays. It is well worth the price of a ticket on to see it on the big screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sN0c_egqXAM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/sN0c_egqXAM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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/2765071287524694494-2890063273881274490?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/2890063273881274490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=2890063273881274490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/2890063273881274490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/2890063273881274490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2008/11/august-rush-moving-wonderfu.html' title='AUGUST RUSH! Moving &amp; Wonderfu!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/STBsG9W6F7I/AAAAAAAAAKs/f3xwPKWIv5U/s72-c/1263_august_rush_1187291702.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-3971454844593519464</id><published>2008-11-16T20:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:43:17.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The wonders of photoshop!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SSAT4ET-wYI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5NSNGbDc8uE/s1600-h/before+and+after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SSAT4ET-wYI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5NSNGbDc8uE/s400/before+and+after.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269233417974628738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                                 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Before                                         After&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Oh my! That's a quick glimpse of how i will look like after i slim down my face. Gosh! Just look at the difference! No wonder, all cover models and celeb look so picture perfect on print everytime ah! Btw, only Helen was edited, lovely Dinah is the original beauty..haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;P.S. You could give me your photos if you want to achieve what I did too..waha!&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/2765071287524694494-3971454844593519464?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/3971454844593519464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=3971454844593519464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/3971454844593519464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/3971454844593519464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2008/11/wonders-of-photoshop.html' title='The wonders of photoshop!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SSAT4ET-wYI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5NSNGbDc8uE/s72-c/before+and+after.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-1873997618676868705</id><published>2008-11-16T04:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T04:52:10.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amelie..the movie everyone must watch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SR81o6G-SPI/AAAAAAAAAKc/9eqSA5vrAc4/s1600-h/amelie+shots.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 75px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SR81o6G-SPI/AAAAAAAAAKc/9eqSA5vrAc4/s400/amelie+shots.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268989065956313330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok it's a movie like 7 years ago but i just discovered it recently...and oh my this movie is totally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awesome! Beautiful! Captivating! Lovely! And simply terrific! I mean the music, the soundtrack and this whole movie about Amelie, I just can't get enough of it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Nominated for 5 Oscars. Another 51 wins &amp;amp; 46 nominations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);   line-height: 17px;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);   line-height: 17px;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;This movies biggest crime, and yet its biggest asset, is that it is in French. Subtitles just does not bring full justice to a movie like this, and it is bound to scare off most of the audience not used to subtitled movies. Sad to say so, but I believe it is the truth. I do not know any French at all, but I sure wish I was fluent watching this movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to most other films "Amelie" is based on a rather ordinary and plain story everyone can relate to, but it is given to us in a very special kind of way, mixed with wonderful little subplots and an almost chaotic amount of details. We get to see and experience the world and especially Paris through the filtering eyes and fantasy of Amelie, A Paris that might feel small and limited on the screen but in fact is just as big as it is in the eyes of Amelie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director Jean-Pierre Jeunet brings to life the world of Amelie with colors, masterful camerawork and a few special effects. Some people thought that Amelie is too childish and unrealistic, but I believe it is an essential part of the movie since Amelie herself is a very childish and imaginative young girl. She just happens to fall in love one day when she decides to embark on a quest. Jean-Pierre Jeunet manages to bring us along without losing control of the set or the plot. It is exactly this kind of movie that could easily be overdone and lose all of its magic in the hands of the wrong person, but Jean-Pierre Jeunet never slips a single time. For you who think you never heard of him before he is actually the same man who brought us "Alien 4" back in 1997, and the wonderful "Delicatessen" in 1991.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey Tautou could not be overemphasized for her importance in portraying Amelie. I just fall in love with this character, forgetting she was only fiction on the screen. However she does not carry "Amelie" solely by herself. The cast makes an excellent whole and it is hard imagining switching anyone without affecting the whole outcome. Everyone manages to make the most out of their role and even though we only get to know some of them briefly they come alive just as much as Amelie herself does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on forever about "Amelie". It contains so many details and switches in tempo and camerawork it has to be seen more than once to take in and understand everything. "Amelie" made me happy, laughing out loud at times, and very few movies affects me like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);   line-height: 17px;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);   line-height: 17px;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Sure a 10/10 for this one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);   line-height: 17px;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);   line-height: 17px;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;And oh by the way, you got to listen to the soundtrack, there are many others but this is my fav. It's full of emotion and so breathtaking! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);   line-height: 17px;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TXQ2AHI2Y1g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TXQ2AHI2Y1g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" 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;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sECzJY07oK4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sECzJY07oK4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);   line-height: 17px;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);   line-height: 17px;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);   line-height: 17px;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/2765071287524694494-1873997618676868705?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/1873997618676868705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=1873997618676868705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/1873997618676868705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/1873997618676868705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2008/11/ameliethe-movie-everyone-must-watch.html' title='Amelie..the movie everyone must watch!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SR81o6G-SPI/AAAAAAAAAKc/9eqSA5vrAc4/s72-c/amelie+shots.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-4957496718893102770</id><published>2008-11-14T07:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T07:28:41.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting Macarons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SRy4HcQ4u6I/AAAAAAAAAKU/B2K9c240LmM/s1600-h/macarons+party.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SRy4HcQ4u6I/AAAAAAAAAKU/B2K9c240LmM/s400/macarons+party.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268288102102252450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;o you love macarons? Or you have just simply heard of it, seen it, and even thought of it but have never ever try it before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dating back to the 18th century, the macaron is a traditional French pastry, made of egg whites, almond powder, icing sugar and sugar. This sweet pastry came out of the French courts' baker's oven as round meringue-like domes with a flat base. Macarons are sandwich-like pastries made with two thin cookies and a cream or ganache between the cookies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well these tiny little bite-sized of alluring and charming cookies are an exquisite piece of art. Highly pleasing to the eyes and of course your taste buds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some sweet lovely pictures of yummy macarons...Devour!!!!&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/2765071287524694494-4957496718893102770?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/4957496718893102770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=4957496718893102770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/4957496718893102770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/4957496718893102770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2008/11/meeting-macarons_14.html' title='Meeting Macarons'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SRy4HcQ4u6I/AAAAAAAAAKU/B2K9c240LmM/s72-c/macarons+party.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-8682957431512522830</id><published>2008-11-14T07:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T07:40:38.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Macarons</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SRy2dzTfYWI/AAAAAAAAAKA/2-R5Ew02zhU/s400/macarons-recipe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Basic Macaron Cookie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steps adapted from A La Cuisine. Ingredients adapted from A La Cuisine, Chubby Hubby, Veronica's Test Kitchen, Ladurée and Yochana's Pierre Hermé recipe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;The number of cookies the recipe makes depends on how large you form your cookies. Most recipes failed to give an estimate. If I had to make an educated guess I'd say you could make 30-50 macaron sandwiches with this recipe.&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;225 grams icing sugar&lt;br /&gt;125 grams ground almonds&lt;br /&gt;110 grams egg whites (about 4), aged overnight at room temperature&lt;br /&gt;30 grams granulated sugar&lt;br /&gt;Pinch of salt&lt;br /&gt;Procedure&lt;br /&gt;1. On three pieces of parchment, use a pencil to draw 1-inch (2.5 cm) circles about 2 inches apart. Flip each sheet over and place each sheet on a baking sheet. [Note: You only have to draw circles on the parchment paper if you want absolutely even-sized macarons. If you're skilled with piping and don't mind eyeballing the amount of batter per cookie, skip this step.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;2. Push almond flour through a tamis or sieve, and sift icing sugar. Mix the almonds and icing sugar in a bowl and set aside. If the mixture is not dry, spread on a baking sheet, and heat in oven at the lowest setting until dry.&lt;br /&gt;3. In a large clean, dry bowl whip egg whites with salt on medium speed until foamy. Increase the speed to high and gradually add granulated sugar. Continue to whip to stiff peaks—the whites should be firm and shiny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;4. With a flexible spatula, gently fold in icing sugar mixture into egg whites until completely incorporated. The mixture should be shiny and 'flow like magma.' When small peaks dissolve to a flat surface, stop mixing.&lt;br /&gt;4. Fit a piping bag with a 3/8-inch (1 cm) round tip. Pipe the batter onto the baking sheets, in the previously drawn circles. Tap the underside of the baking sheet to remove air bubbles. Let dry at room temperature for 1 or 2 hours to allow skins to form.&lt;br /&gt;5. Bake, in a 160C/325F oven for 10 to 11 minutes. Use a wooden spoon to keep the oven door slightly ajar, and rotate the baking sheet after 5 minutes for even baking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;6. Remove macarons from oven and transfer parchment to a cooling rack. When cool, slide a metal offset spatula or pairing knife underneath the macaron to remove from parchment.&lt;br /&gt;7. Pair macarons of similar size, and pipe about 1/2 tsp of the filling onto one of the macarons. Sandwich macarons, and refrigerate to allow flavors to blend together. Bring back to room temperature before serving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SRy2h5mlpDI/AAAAAAAAAKI/TEMhCVwDSWo/s400/macarons-finished.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Bittersweet Chocolate Cream Ganache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adapted from Chocolate Desserts by Pierre Herme by Dorie Greenspan.&lt;br /&gt;- makes about 2 cups (550 grams) -&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients&lt;br /&gt;8 ounces (230 grams) bittersweet chocolate, preferably Valrhona Guanaja, finely chopped&lt;br /&gt;1 cup (250 grams) heavy cream&lt;br /&gt;4 tablespoons (2 ounces; 60 grams) unsalted butter, at room temperature&lt;br /&gt;Procedure&lt;br /&gt;1. Place the chocolate in a bowl that's large enough to hold the ingredients and keep it close at hand. Bring the cream to a full boil in a heavy-bottomed saucepan. While the cream is coming to the boil, work the butter with a rubber spatula until it is very soft and creamy. Keep the butter aside for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;1. While the cream is at the boil, remove the pan from the heat and, working with the rubber spatula, gently stir the cream into the chocolate. Start stirring in the center of the mixture and work your way out in widening concentric circles. Continue to stir—without creating bubbles—until the chocolate is completely melted and the mixture is smooth. Leave the bowl on the counter for a minute or two to cool the mixture down a little before adding the butter.&lt;br /&gt;3. Add the butter to the mixture in two additions, mixing with the spatula from the center of the mixture out in widening concentric circles. When the butter is fully incorporated, the ganache should be smooth and glossy. depending on what you're making with the ganache, you can use it now, leave it on the counter to set to a spreadable or pipeable consistency (a process that could take over an hour, depending on your room's temperature) or chill it in the refrigerator, stirring now and then. (If the ganache chills too much and becomes too firm, you can give it a very quick zap in the microwave to bring it back to the desired consistency, or just let it stand at room temperature.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;A Few Tips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sift your ingredients, multiple times if necessary. You want your ground nuts to be powdery. No lumps! Almond and icing sugar mixture may be pulsed in a food processor to make finer.&lt;br /&gt;Use old egg whites. No really, leave them out for three days at room temperature if you don't mind waiting for that long. Using fresh egg whites is more likely to result in macarons that are too fragile and flat. Read Veronica's Test Kitchen for more info.&lt;br /&gt;Cooked Italian meringue may be used instead of the uncooked French one. Read Foodbeam's recipe to learn how to make it.&lt;br /&gt;The final macaron batter should have the consistency of magma. What's the consistency of magma? Not too liquidy, nor too stiff. If you form a peak, it should slowly and completely sink back into the batter.&lt;br /&gt;If the cookies form peaks on their tops after piping, flatten them with a wet fingertip.&lt;br /&gt;Although many recipes call for it, letting the batter sit after piping may not be necessary. David Lebovitz didn't think this was an important step.&lt;br /&gt;Prevent your macarons from burning by using a double layered baking sheet (stack two sheets on top of each other) and by propping the oven door open with a wooden spoon for the entire baking period or halfway through the baking period (depending on how large the macarons are or what recipe you're using).&lt;br /&gt;To make it easier to remove the macarons from the parchment paper after baking, pour a little bit of water underneath the paper. After a while the steam will have loosened the macarons.&lt;br /&gt;Let the macarons rest for a day before you eat them. They're supposed to taste better with a bit of rest. This might be the hardest rule to follow.&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/2765071287524694494-8682957431512522830?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/8682957431512522830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=8682957431512522830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/8682957431512522830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/8682957431512522830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2008/11/macarons-recipe.html' title='Making Macarons'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SRy2dzTfYWI/AAAAAAAAAKA/2-R5Ew02zhU/s72-c/macarons-recipe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-5648504969344836560</id><published>2008-10-30T05:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T05:36:22.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eric Hutchinson - Sounds Like That</title><content type='html'>Hutchinson's music walks a line between rock, folk pop, and powerpop. It has been called "intelligent pop" with "painstakingly placed lyrics, brimming with sarcasm and wit", and "sunshine pop" with "feel-good playfulness" and a "plucky demeanor". Hutchinson cites his influences as Stevie Wonder, The Beatles, Michael Jackson, Elvis Costello, Paul Simon, Prince, Billy Joel, Ben Folds Five, and G. Love &amp; Special Sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROCK &amp; ROLL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_ZqYv3wWBuw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_ZqYv3wWBuw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/2765071287524694494-5648504969344836560?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/5648504969344836560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=5648504969344836560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/5648504969344836560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/5648504969344836560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2008/10/eric-hutchinson-sounds-like-that.html' title='Eric Hutchinson - Sounds Like That'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-1691861789218446783</id><published>2008-10-30T04:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T04:15:42.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;Public Art is arousing our thinking, provoking our curiosity and energizing our public spaces. It possesses a great ability of transforming the place we live in into a special world, into better, friendlier environment. Public art, in the broad sense of the word, is any work of art or design created by an artist specifically to be sited in a public space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Realistic Art.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SQjD5XYlPhI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Fp32NWPk0pQ/s1600-h/realistic-art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SQjD5XYlPhI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Fp32NWPk0pQ/s400/realistic-art.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262671554879503890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;The annual sales exhibition of modern and contemporary sculpture in the beautiful Chatsworth garden in Derbyshire (England) is the most eagerly awaited annual art show. More than 20 works of famous artists are presented there. Among them is Marc Quinn’s sculpture of a baby entitled Planet. The exhibition is organized in association with Sotheby’s and is open to the public until the 2d of November.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SQjDLBi0YdI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rssq6bvmYKk/s400/sculpture-of-a-baby-by-marc-quinn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;Bruno’s Art and Sculpture Garden is one of Australia’s most special attractions. It is a world full of fantasy, beauty and humor. Bruno’s Art Garden is located near the small Victorian village of Marysville and welcomes everybody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SQjDo5H07_I/AAAAAAAAAJI/s0UVxnRiygg/s400/brunosart-garden-02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2765071287524694494-1691861789218446783?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/1691861789218446783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=1691861789218446783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/1691861789218446783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/1691861789218446783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2008/10/public-art.html' title='Public Art'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SQjD5XYlPhI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Fp32NWPk0pQ/s72-c/realistic-art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-1755336703703527555</id><published>2008-10-30T03:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T04:03:41.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even Vanness is impacting the marketplace too!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;BY VANNESS WU (Extracted from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre; "&gt;http://www.alivenotdead.com/vannesswu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;h4 class="xspace-entrytitle" id="xspace-entry371647" style="font-size: 1.2em; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: normal; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;a onclick="javascript: if (window.saveAnchor) saveAnchor('xspace-entry371647');" href="http://www.alivenotdead.com/vannesswu/Performing+%40+FRANKLIN+GRAHAM+FESTIVAL+NOV.1-KANYE+WEST+NOV.+3-profile-371647.html" style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 110%; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Performing @ FRANKLIN GRAHAM FESTIVAL NOV.1 - KANYE WEST NOV. 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="alt-content-language"  style=" ;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="javascript: document.cookie='lang=tc;path=/;domain=.alivenotdead.com;';document.cookie='lang=tc;path=/;'; var obj=this; if (obj) { while(obj.parentNode) {obj=obj.parentNode; if (obj.id) {window.location.hash=obj.id; break;}}} window.location.reload();" style="cursor: pointer; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;繁&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="javascript: document.cookie='lang=sc;path=/;domain=.alivenotdead.com;';document.cookie='lang=sc;path=/;'; var obj=this; if (obj) { while(obj.parentNode) {obj=obj.parentNode; if (obj.id) {window.location.hash=obj.id; break;}}} window.location.reload();" style="cursor: pointer; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;简&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="javascript: document.cookie='lang=jp;path=/;domain=.alivenotdead.com;';document.cookie='lang=jp;path=/;'; var obj=this; if (obj) { while(obj.parentNode) {obj=obj.parentNode; if (obj.id) {window.location.hash=obj.id; break;}}} window.location.reload();" style="cursor: pointer; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;日&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;p class="xspace-smalltxt"  style="font-weight: normal;  margin-top: 0.2em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.2em; margin-left: 0px; font-size:90%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Monday, Oct 27, 2008 2:23AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="xspace-itemmessage" id="xspace-item-371647" style="width: 99%; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: hidden; line-height: 1.8em; clear: both; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm very grateful for both these opportunities...it's a first for me on both occasions. It's actually quite amusing how this all came to be....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.alivenotdead.com/images/edit/face/034.gif" style="line-height: normal; max-width: 485px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: 2 weeks before I was heading to Tokyo to prepare for the concert I received a phone call from a co-worker asking if I was interested in opening for Kanye West...I jumped at the chance...So I told them I would, the original concert date was mid Sept. where my rehearsals for the concert time was running short as is. But this is the man who wrote "Jesus Walks".........nuff said people...well he also wrote some other songs that weren't too shabby...I jest~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.alivenotdead.com/images/edit/face/005.gif" style="line-height: normal; max-width: 485px; " /&gt; the man is one creation sensation with an endless imagination. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.alivenotdead.com/images/edit/face/027.gif" style="line-height: normal; max-width: 485px; " /&gt;Looking back now...I was cutting it pretty close...but I thought I was able to handle it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then there were some complications on the date, and the concert was pushed back. God knows all......he really does......this was his way of telling me that I needed more time...and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; cutting it close....looking back...he was right...i was. God's grace~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the concert was postponed till further notice. Days later, I was asked by my Pastor, Jon, if I would be interested in performing at a crusade on Nov. 1....now I've never done this...so I was a bit nervous at first...for some reason it felt like a lot of reposibility...but something in my heart said..."do it"...so...I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.alivenotdead.com/images/edit/face/032.gif" style="line-height: normal; max-width: 485px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days later after I had alrady agreed to the date of Nov.1 I received a phone call....this phone call told me that Kanye's concert has a new date now....(que dramatic music) the dates are...Nov.1 in B.J. and Nov.3 in S.H...... WTF???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.alivenotdead.com/images/edit/face/022.gif" style="line-height: normal; max-width: 485px; " /&gt;........and it started off as such a wonderful morning too..........I told them that I had to get back to them...man this really suck'd ballz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.alivenotdead.com/images/edit/face/029.gif" style="line-height: normal; max-width: 485px; " /&gt;....I even called my pastor and asked him what I should do? I didn't want to upset God......he told me God wasn't going to be mad and whatever my decision is, it's all good. God understands...and it's all Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.alivenotdead.com/images/edit/face/006.gif" style="line-height: normal; max-width: 485px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought about it and thought about it....even asked God about it........."Why!?!" "why is this happening, I thought this opportunity was given to me from you"......but, I already knew the answer..............I just needed a little time to realise it..........I realised that no matter how I spin it.......if was performing at the Kanye West Concert instead of the Crusade. That no matter how much I said that this is for God etc etc.......I'd be lying...I would really have been performing for myself...my own pride...my own ego........I have to put him before everything....that's just how it is................and how it is............it's Awesolicious~! Trust onto him......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told them that I wasn't able to perform on the 1st because of my prior commitment to the Crusade, but I would still really loved to perform on the 3rd.................they told me they had to get back to me, because originally they had planned to have same performers on the 1st and 3rd. More sensable, I concurr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left it at that and told myself to just pray about it...so it did....I said to God " God...I'm not going to worry or think about this anymore...for what ever happens, happens. Alll I need is your Love, and I'm all good." Trust onto him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by God's grace...few days later...they called back and agreed to the date.........and to top it all off....the group that's performing on the 1st is none other than my Home-town homeboys MACHI!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust onto who....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to re-cap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm performing at the Franklin Graham Festival in Taipei Taiwan...it's my first time to ever do this...God I pray you humble me...take away my pride....let me be me for you....to serve you for your purpose and your purpose only. Lord.in your name..Amen....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SQi_2lq1-_I/AAAAAAAAAIw/jpzVw1W0DzM/s400/vanness.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SQi_8PzIC6I/AAAAAAAAAI4/WjZHeWCwLos/s400/kanye+west.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Well...I wish I could be there! haha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/2765071287524694494-1755336703703527555?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/1755336703703527555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=1755336703703527555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/1755336703703527555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/1755336703703527555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2008/10/even-vanness-is-impacting-marketplace.html' title='Even Vanness is impacting the marketplace too!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SQi_2lq1-_I/AAAAAAAAAIw/jpzVw1W0DzM/s72-c/vanness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-4034501964551927553</id><published>2008-10-19T16:21:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T16:54:48.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art Nudity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SPr1oVCH9II/AAAAAAAAAIo/X7W7db489ZE/s1600-h/03+art+nude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SPr1oVCH9II/AAAAAAAAAIo/X7W7db489ZE/s400/03+art+nude.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258785588098102402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(72, 16, 3); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I came naked from my mother’s womb, and I will be naked when I leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Book of Job 1:21)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These few days I am back to my papers and pencil. I have to hone my skills in drawing the human figure. I am just rusty now...I must get back on track. When it comes to drawing the human figure, of course you need to study the naked body. Man! God is really a Classy God. The way He shaped and fashioned us is totally way too wonderful and astonishing! I am always amazed, gazing at the beauty of the female body. The curves ever so prominent, the skin so soft and supple to the eyes, the breasts of the proportionate shape like a rain drop and primarily her face reflecting calmness and female pride. Go read the Songs of Songs in the bible and you can perceive a woman's body as a magnificent work of God and not something explicit or forbidden as many narrow-minded men perceive it to be. I would very much want to break that perception and let people see that nudity too can be a beauty and not a taboo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's very difficult to find works that are able to materialize the fantastic conjunction of the Nude with Art. Only a few masters in the history of art were able to pass this test. The true essence of art is beauty, joined with the sensuality of the nude, often confused with vulgarity. Nudity is always disquieting, instigating and surprising. So the artist, both in painting and in sculpture, in dancing or in photography, discovers in the nude a profound link with the pureness of being. Sensuality stimulates creativity in every sense. Sensuality also evokes love, passion and the creation of man. This is why nudity moves us so profoundly. For all those who appreciate the artistic nude, OCAIW offers the most complete gallery, with representations by the principal masters and artists of art history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Ariano Cavalcanti de Paula)&lt;/span&gt;&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SPr0W8nIh_I/AAAAAAAAAII/G7J02B0Qxik/s1600-h/03+art+nude.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SPr0RVzmf_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/pQx0Zmo6xcs/s400/02+art+nude.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SPr0hFMjIpI/AAAAAAAAAIY/E_PwBLRrYn0/s400/04+art+nude.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SPr0JkQy43I/AAAAAAAAAHw/5Qh4Qjtnc-Q/s1600-h/01+art+nude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SPr0JkQy43I/AAAAAAAAAHw/5Qh4Qjtnc-Q/s400/01+art+nude.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258783960098595698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2765071287524694494-4034501964551927553?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/4034501964551927553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=4034501964551927553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SPrdcWZLbuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/w9qDd4YMFMg/s72-c/trees+and+dreams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-1485748803698110147</id><published>2008-10-19T14:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T14:39:02.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidewalk Café at Night By Vincent Van Gogh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SPrV53a3CzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/78FiA2AiN4M/s1600-h/CafeTerrace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SPrV53a3CzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/78FiA2AiN4M/s400/CafeTerrace.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258750705014344498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sailed past alfresco cafes filled with young people reading the paper, past restaurants doing a thriving brunch business, and ended up dropping down a fairly steep hill to the water yet again, on an obscure street that ended near a big factory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-1485748803698110147?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/1485748803698110147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=1485748803698110147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/1485748803698110147'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-629848585276748724</id><published>2008-10-08T10:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T10:20:54.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我们的纪念日 &amp; Cold Cold Slience</title><content type='html'>我们的纪念日&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Yynod5-o4i/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Yynod5-o4i/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/XMBhlsp/music/bJP8ZA98/qiting_memorial_daymp3/"&gt;Memorial Day.mp3 - Qiting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold Cold Slience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/629848585276748724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/629848585276748724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2008/10/cold-cold-slience.html' title='我们的纪念日 &amp; Cold Cold Slience'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-3923667932054435757</id><published>2008-09-30T13:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T13:32:21.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>El Shaddai</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wondered why when you played some worship songs, the presence of God will just come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is just one of those songs written by one of the most anointed singers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy Grant - El Shaddai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e-EGzskcdp0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e-EGzskcdp0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El shaddai, el shaddai,&lt;br /&gt;El-elyon na adonia,&lt;br /&gt;Age to age youre still the same,&lt;br /&gt;By the power of the name.&lt;br /&gt;El shaddai, el shaddai,&lt;br /&gt;Erkamka na adonai,&lt;br /&gt;We will praise and lift you high,&lt;br /&gt;El shaddai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through your love and through the ram,&lt;br /&gt;You saved the son of abraham;&lt;br /&gt;Through the power of your hand,&lt;br /&gt;Turned the sea into dry land.&lt;br /&gt;To the outcast on her knees,&lt;br /&gt;You were the God who really sees,&lt;br /&gt;And by your might,&lt;br /&gt;You set your children free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El shaddai, el shaddai,&lt;br /&gt;El-elyon na adonia,&lt;br /&gt;Age to age youre still the same,&lt;br /&gt;By the power of the name.&lt;br /&gt;El shaddai, el shaddai,&lt;br /&gt;Erkamka na adonai,&lt;br /&gt;We will praise and lift you high,&lt;br /&gt;El shaddai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the years youve made it clear,&lt;br /&gt;That the time of christ was near,&lt;br /&gt;Though the people couldnt see&lt;br /&gt;What messiah ought to be.&lt;br /&gt;Though your word contained the plan,&lt;br /&gt;They just could not understand&lt;br /&gt;Your most awesome work was done&lt;br /&gt;Through the frailty of your son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El shaddai, el shaddai,&lt;br /&gt;El-elyon na adonai,&lt;br /&gt;Age to age youre still the same,&lt;br /&gt;By the power of the name.&lt;br /&gt;El shaddai, el shaddai,&lt;br /&gt;Erkamka na adonai,&lt;br /&gt;I will praise yo till I die,&lt;br /&gt;El shaddai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El shaddai, el shaddai,&lt;br /&gt;El-elyon na adonai,&lt;br /&gt;Age to age youre still the same,&lt;br /&gt;By the power of the name.&lt;br /&gt;El shaddai, el shaddai,&lt;br /&gt;Erkamka na adonai,&lt;br /&gt;I will praise you till I die.&lt;br /&gt;El shaddai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-3923667932054435757?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/3923667932054435757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-5894077655531613571</id><published>2008-09-29T12:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T15:59:01.448+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>A Classic Piece Of Bubblegum Pop</title><content type='html'>Bubblegum pop (also known as bubblegum rock, bubblegum music, or simply bubblegum) is a genre of pop music whose classical period ran from 1967 to 1972.[1] The chief characteristics of the genre are that it is pop music contrived and marketed to appeal to pre-teens; is produced in an assembly-line process, driven by producers and using faceless singers; and has an intangible, upbeat "bubblegum" sound.[1] The songs typically have singalong choruses, seemingly childlike themes and a contrived innocence, occasionally combined with an undercurrent of sexual double entendre.[2] They also have a catchy melody, simple chords, simple harmonies, danceable beats, and repetitive riffs or "hooks". The song lyrics often concern romantic love, but are notable for their frequent reference to sugary food, including sugar, honey, jelly and marmalade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music &amp; Me By MICHAEL JACKSON...Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve been together&lt;br /&gt;For such a long time now&lt;br /&gt;Music, music and me&lt;br /&gt;Don’t care whether all our songs rhyme now&lt;br /&gt;Music, music and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only know wherever I go&lt;br /&gt;We’re as close as two friends can be&lt;br /&gt;There have been others&lt;br /&gt;But never two lovers&lt;br /&gt;Like music, music and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grab a song and come along&lt;br /&gt;You can sing your melody&lt;br /&gt;In your mind you will find&lt;br /&gt;A world of sweet harmony&lt;br /&gt;Birds of a feather&lt;br /&gt;We’ll fly together&lt;br /&gt;Now music, music and me&lt;br /&gt;Music and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rR5Awf3d-Xg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rR5Awf3d-Xg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/2765071287524694494-5894077655531613571?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/5894077655531613571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=5894077655531613571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/5894077655531613571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/5894077655531613571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2008/09/classic-piece-of-bubblegum-pop.html' title='A Classic Piece Of Bubblegum Pop'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-6563023949510151877</id><published>2008-09-21T03:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T03:19:50.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First piece with music</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/uNR8zELmna/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/uNR8zELmna/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/XMBhlsp/music/nGj9vWRB/qiting_sunshine_after_the_rainmp3/"&gt;sunshine after the rain.mp3 - Qiting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First piece solo with music..music editing is abit out of sync..haha..but nevertheless the lyrics are very meaningful. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-6563023949510151877?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/6563023949510151877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=6563023949510151877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/6563023949510151877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/6563023949510151877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-piece-with-music.html' title='First piece with music'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-4716202023305058446</id><published>2008-09-18T07:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T07:07:49.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Survival Tips For Creative</title><content type='html'>3 Survival Tips for Creatives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 8th, 2008 by John Reeve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first stepped out into the real world as a creative professional, my college diploma and senior portfolio under my arm, I soon encountered the Client. We experienced some client interaction in school — mostly in the form of competing against classmates to have our logo chosen for a local non-profit — but nothing like the puppet-string-pulling, morale-killing, i’m-paying-you-that’s-why encounters that would soon drain me completely of my creative spirit. While there are some really great clients out there who will give us designers the freedom we require, we must still rely on the difficult clients to make ends meet, especially when starting out. Since graduating from design school ten years ago, I’ve developed a few useful methods for fighting off creative burnout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fill the tank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graphic design is a form of output, taking client concepts and turning them into visual messages. This type of creative output requires fuel, from an infinite number of sources, and unless we are constantly filling our minds with images, words, and sounds, our creativity will run dry. A good designer will look outside of the design community for this inspiration — books, music, museums, speeches, travels; any person, place, or thing that stirs the creative soul. What does this look like in practice? Snap photos, save magazine clippings, copy inspiring passages from books, put on the headphones and close your eyes for an hour. Just soak it all in. My recent inspirations have come from reading fiction and bending down to see the world from the perspective of my one-year-old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Always be ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is difficult for designers to ‘turn on’ creativity. The Muses simply refuse to be restrained (personally, I wouldn’t have it any other way). There is no steady stream of creative ideas bubbling out from some eternal spring. Instead, we have to settle for the highs and lows of inspiration, and be ready to capture the unexpected highs when they strike. The eight-hour workday can be problematic for the designer, for this very reason. A designer should have a flexible schedule, one that allows her to stay up all night after a concept gelled during desert. My personal tip: sleep with a pencil, sketchbook, and headlamp on the nightstand (yes, I’ve cranked out logo designs at 2am).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Pursue your passions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how gracious the client, design projects will always be exercises in using your skills to represent someone else’s message. What about your message? We all have something we are passionate about. Keep your creativity alive by using it to pursue your personal interests. Drawing, painting, writing, any kind of creative work, without a client looking over your shoulder, gives you a creative outlet for countering the day-to-day professional work. Another way to release some creative steam is to align yourself with a local non-profit you believe in. They will be very thankful for the help and give you a lot of creative room; and your work will go to a good cause. On most evenings and lazy weekends, I find myself writing in my journal and designing shirts for non-profits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-4716202023305058446?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/4716202023305058446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=4716202023305058446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/4716202023305058446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/4716202023305058446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2008/09/3-survival-tips-for-creative-by.html' title='3 Survival Tips For Creative'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-1898265481155051914</id><published>2008-09-15T04:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T04:17:07.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/bmhxT5_KkS/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/bmhxT5_KkS/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/XMBhlsp/music/sKLGbEUn/qiting_so_truewav/"&gt;So True.wav - Qiting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So true funny how it seems&lt;br /&gt;Always in time, but never in line for dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Head over heels when toe to toe.&lt;br /&gt;This is the sound of my soul,&lt;br /&gt;This is the sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a ticket to the world,&lt;br /&gt;But now I've come back again&lt;br /&gt;Why do I find it hard to write the next line?&lt;br /&gt;Oh I want the truth to be said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh huh huh hu-uh huh&lt;br /&gt;I know this much is true&lt;br /&gt;Huh huh huh hu-uh huh&lt;br /&gt;I know this much is true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-1898265481155051914?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/1898265481155051914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=1898265481155051914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/1898265481155051914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/1898265481155051914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2008/09/true.html' title='True'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-837635991940592495</id><published>2008-09-15T03:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T03:43:12.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Father - A True "Daniel" Of Our Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UXFMVo7Z9SM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UXFMVo7Z9SM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I raise my voice in gratitude to God and to some many people, who by their love and support have carried me to this new place and moment. &lt;br /&gt;Fr. Mike Bassano (r) handing out supplies, January 2005. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since 1998 Fr. Bassano has served in Bangkok, Thailand, working with HIV/AIDS patients, as well as abused and orphaned children in the slums of Khlong Toey. He joined Maryknoll in 1987 as a priest associate and was assigned to the Society's Chile region for 10 years, where he ministered to the families of detained and disappeared peoples in the southern district of Santiago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A drama enthusiast since his high school days, Bassano has memorized the Gospel of Matthew, and with his guitar has performed in the streets of Chile and Thailand as a street-preacher throughout his mission career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From time to time Father writes articles that are published in MARYKNOLL magazine and in Revista MARYKNOLL as well as in Syracuse newspapers. In an article he wrote for the Catholic SUN in 2004 he wrote: Our Maryknoll commitment to this AIDS Hospice Center at the temple began on the first week of November of 2003...Sompang is a 50 year-old man who came to the temple about four months ago. We see each other every day. He asks me to massage his legs from time to time as he cannot walk and is in a lot of pain at times. The other day as I was massaging his leg he said to me, "You know today you are massaging my legs, but when we get to heaven I'm going to massage your legs." ... I also told him that we don't have to wait for each other to get to heaven. We can help each other now by being together and enjoying each other's presence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-837635991940592495?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/837635991940592495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=837635991940592495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/837635991940592495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/837635991940592495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2008/09/mr-father-true-daniel-of-our-time.html' title='Mr. Father - A True &quot;Daniel&quot; Of Our Time'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-6265492885447739312</id><published>2008-09-12T21:47:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T22:27:12.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be there by Jackson 5. BEAUTIFUL!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/qKS4l9RfyH"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/qKS4l9RfyH" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/XMBhlsp/music/aTR7XkQM/jackson_5_ill_be_there_jackson_5_acapellamp3/"&gt;Ill be there - Jackson 5 Acapella.mp3 - Jackson 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen closely... the voice of the kid who started the song was Michael Jackson..A music genius since he was so young!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SMpzz4G9eMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/aInPd2AoawE/s1600-h/michael+kid.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SMpzz4G9eMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/aInPd2AoawE/s320/michael+kid.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245132051098466498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SMpzu7QgGnI/AAAAAAAAAEg/eVQWWOz51Pw/s1600-h/Jackson5_by_scandinavian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SMpzu7QgGnI/AAAAAAAAAEg/eVQWWOz51Pw/s320/Jackson5_by_scandinavian.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245131966044445298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SMpzo3i_vDI/AAAAAAAAAEY/McUqkQZsZ5c/s1600-h/jackson5_300x2981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SMpzo3i_vDI/AAAAAAAAAEY/McUqkQZsZ5c/s320/jackson5_300x2981.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245131861969058866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Hit song Ben by Michael Jackson in Jackson 5, haha watch the way he performed, innocent and pure wahaha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aSqo17o2a1w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aSqo17o2a1w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/2765071287524694494-6265492885447739312?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/6265492885447739312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=6265492885447739312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/6265492885447739312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/6265492885447739312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2008/09/ill-be-there-by-jackson-5-beautiful.html' title='I&apos;ll be there by Jackson 5. BEAUTIFUL!!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SMpzz4G9eMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/aInPd2AoawE/s72-c/michael+kid.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-7518223506275195203</id><published>2008-09-12T02:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T02:36:31.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking of getting a new toy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SMllHspKMAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/63BmIVUDbTo/s1600-h/kenwood+350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SMllHspKMAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/63BmIVUDbTo/s320/kenwood+350.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244834423966937090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking with Kim Yen in courts and something caught my eyes right away! What is this cool metallic squarish box doing down here? It do not look like those deep-fried machine..of course it's certainly not a rice cooker or toaster either...hmm then what is it? I looked down at the tag, it says kenwood bread maker machine..Wow! I can actually make bread with it? haha I have never heard of people buying back this to make bread for themselves..Just by looking at the design, I have already fallen in love with this box and somemore I can make a loaf of bread out of it? This is just so exciting and interesting..It's not expensive too, below 200 bucks.. think I should get it some day and i can invite u guys to my house to "test" out my bread! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-7518223506275195203?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/7518223506275195203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=7518223506275195203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/7518223506275195203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/7518223506275195203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2008/09/thinking-of-getting-new-toy.html' title='Thinking of getting a new toy!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SMllHspKMAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/63BmIVUDbTo/s72-c/kenwood+350.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-5253139481629323853</id><published>2008-09-10T01:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T01:38:44.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review : Jessa Bo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SMazN9Aiy-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/2vS1PEKXaiw/s1600-h/sex+sushi+salvation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SMazN9Aiy-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/2vS1PEKXaiw/s320/sex+sushi+salvation.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244075868416035810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I catch your eye with the title? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I periodically will walk the shelves of Borders aimlessly wandering with no clear goal in mind. It's a time I can escape and be caught in my own thoughts as I browse books I'll never buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At random I blindly pulled the book "Sex, Sushi, and Salvation" out among the masses of books on one of my Borders escapades the other day. The title caught me off guard. As I glanced behind my back to see if anyone was around who could see the title of the book in my hand, I thought to myself, "I'm in the Christian section, ya?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the first couple of pages becoming lost within the book. I was hooked. The author, Christian George, a young mid 20's something wrote his thoughts on intimacy, community and eternity. He is a vivid writer painting an authentic world of beauty among the grit and grime. I've been searching for a book that talks of my generation and our desire for anything authentic no matter what the cost, the good mixed in with the bad. I related when he wrote about how our generation at times wants God but wants nothing of the Church. He talked of the dangers of being, in a sense, a decapatated Body of Christ. He also wrote a great chapter on worship. There is so much I would love to share from this book, so much that I'm continuing to digest and mull over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the chapter entitled "Back to the Future" he is talks about Heaven and how we must look back at what God has done for us as we walk forward with Him. Community with God is what we seek..."But heaven will be better than that. Instead of having an inner itching for sinful behavior, we'll yearn and burn for Christ. God will suck the poison from His people, and we'll be consumed with a passion for worship. We will applaud God for redeeming us, pulsing and praising His name... Heaven will be a place where Christians adore the Christ who sacrificed Himself to satisfy the deepest longings of our hearts. For now, we are pilgrims in a land that is not our home. We press on toward our final destination as strangers on this earth. Instead of living for the weekend or partying your life away, give yourself to something great. Abandon the American dream of health and wealth and risk your life for the kingdom of God. Let's pray a little harder and love a little more. There are already too many wasted lives in this world. Nothing is more gratifying than soaking up the Savior and splashing others with His glory. Nothing is so rewarding as sleeping with a clean and forgiven conscience. C.S. Lewis wrote, "We are halfhearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us." Why settle for less than perfect communication with Christ? Why settle for Hershey's Kisses when the chocolate factory is ours for the eating?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-5253139481629323853?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/5253139481629323853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=5253139481629323853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/5253139481629323853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/5253139481629323853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2008/09/book-review-jessa-bo.html' title='Book Review : Jessa Bo'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SMazN9Aiy-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/2vS1PEKXaiw/s72-c/sex+sushi+salvation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-6755495030034917977</id><published>2008-09-08T12:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T12:16:40.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Created something random for Dirty Diana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SMSm58LFQnI/AAAAAAAAADo/yBsEjFBKv4g/s1600-h/dirty+diana.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SMSm58LFQnI/AAAAAAAAADo/yBsEjFBKv4g/s320/dirty+diana.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243499380501463666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Hg-IRZk4D0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Hg-IRZk4D0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/2765071287524694494-6755495030034917977?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/6755495030034917977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=6755495030034917977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/6755495030034917977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/6755495030034917977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2008/09/created-something-random-for-dirty.html' title='Created something random for Dirty Diana'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SMSm58LFQnI/AAAAAAAAADo/yBsEjFBKv4g/s72-c/dirty+diana.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-398682030581180031</id><published>2008-09-04T03:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T03:45:33.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson KING Of Pop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Oh my! This is just so captivating! Michael Jackson Please come back and DANCE again!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5wgS5PNTvgg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5wgS5PNTvgg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/arNAyvPJ6Yw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/arNAyvPJ6Yw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/2765071287524694494-398682030581180031?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/398682030581180031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=398682030581180031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/398682030581180031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/398682030581180031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2008/09/michael-jackson-king-of-pop.html' title='Michael Jackson KING Of Pop'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-925713216560539843</id><published>2008-08-31T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T09:52:38.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dwarfism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SLn4mgwRcaI/AAAAAAAAACg/hpXQUezvpFc/s1600-h/dni_progpromo_thumbelina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SLn4mgwRcaI/AAAAAAAAACg/hpXQUezvpFc/s320/dni_progpromo_thumbelina.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240492981933404578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Kenadie is one of the tiniest creature living on planet earth. Though she got primodial dwarfism but thank God she is a very proportionate and normal healthy little girl. Do check her out at www.littlekenadie.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765071287524694494-925713216560539843?l=madlodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/feeds/925713216560539843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765071287524694494&amp;postID=925713216560539843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/925713216560539843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765071287524694494/posts/default/925713216560539843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madlodies.blogspot.com/2008/08/dwarfism.html' title='Dwarfism'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12576420415418237283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/THqAmNnzVPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8BdXWtDP-dg/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+00.02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhIWxhzkwxQ/SLn4mgwRcaI/AAAAAAAAACg/hpXQUezvpFc/s72-c/dni_progpromo_thumbelina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765071287524694494.post-6168848891071694432</id><published>2008-08-31T09:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T09:45:03.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivated by creative talents!</title><content type='html'>In what ways do you use your creative talents? God has gifted all of His creation with special skills and talents. Not one person is left without some degree of creativity to share with others. Are you using your talents and gifts to serve others with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each one should use whatever gift he has received to serve others, faithfully administering God’s grace in its various forms. (1 Peter 4:10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being talented and using your gifts is not limited to the arts and music. You do not have to paint like Rembrandt or be a concert pianist to be talented. Creativity is a God-given ability to create something special out of something ordinary. That could be turning ordinary eggs into a delicious dinner for you family, or turning a dry, ordinary article into an intriguing and interesting piece of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere within you, you have a unique gift, and you have the capability to bring that talent out and use it to the best of your ability. For instance, both cooking and writing are creative gifts given to us by God. Many people will tell you how they would love to write that great American novel, but very few people ever do, why is that? Because of fear and lack of ambition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have to say the number one reason many of us do not allow our talents and gifts to come out into the open is because we fear what others will think of us, or we have been taught because of comparing that we are not good enough. Low self-esteem keeps our talents hidden. We live in a society that thrives on comparing people, places, and things, which makes people feel as though they have to measure up to everyone else. But it is wrong to come to conclusions about comparisons. This is where the “keep up with the Jones’s” mentality comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have all been created good enough no matter how much money we make or how pretty or handsome we are. We should never compare ourselves to others and their creative talents because that keeps our own creative growth stunted. If we think we cannot measure up, we don’t do anything with the talents we have. We are all different for a reason. If God created everyone to paint and sing, no one would do anything else, would they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us do not have the ambition and motivation to use the talents and creativity that God has gifted us with. But is this what God wants? Doesn’t God want us to use our gifts, according to our abilities to serve and help others with? Yes! It doesn’t matter what you have been gifted with, God wants us to bring our gifts out into the open to share with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have different gifts according to the grace given us. If a man’s gift is prophesying let him use it in proportion to his faith. If it is serving, let him serve; if it is teaching, let him teach; if it is encouraging, let him encourage; if it is contributing to the needs of others, let him give generously; if it is leadership, let him govern diligently; if it is showing mercy, let him do it cheerfully. &lt;br /&gt;(Romans 12: 6-8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly encourage everyone to bring out the creative spirit within them, and to realize their potential to serve others with the gifts God has given them. Creativity comes upon you when you least expect it, so be ready to jump at the chance to turn something ordinary into something extraordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember, if it is serving others, it is always good enough no matter what it is. We need to NOT look at what we can’t do like others, but look at what we CAN do for others. Everything from God is good, so then whatever your talent is it must be good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that all men were as I am. But each man has his own gift from God; one has this gift, another has that. 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