<?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-13843943</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:11:20.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Li Li</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-115773090621303640</id><published>2006-09-08T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T23:55:06.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Mum's 50th present, LOOPY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5530/1233/1600/IMG_0378.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5530/1233/200/IMG_0378.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;newest addition to our family. a baby cuddle bunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5530/1233/1600/IMG_0393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5530/1233/200/IMG_0393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5530/1233/1600/IMG_0380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5530/1233/200/IMG_0380.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5530/1233/1600/IMG_0385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5530/1233/200/IMG_0385.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; look for the rabbit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5530/1233/1600/IMG_0371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5530/1233/200/IMG_0371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; found it? &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5530/1233/1600/IMG_0368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5530/1233/200/IMG_0368.jpg" 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/13843943-115773090621303640?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115773090621303640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=115773090621303640&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/115773090621303640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/115773090621303640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-is-mums-50th-present-loopy.html' title='This is Mum&apos;s 50th present, LOOPY'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-115772951722677933</id><published>2006-09-08T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T23:31:57.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oneAechoecho373</title><content type='html'>On wednesday night tom was driving me home. we always take the freeway but just this once we decided to go by the coast. when we got near sunset coast tourist drive and whitfords ave there was a lil white car with the front smashed in all the way. tom stopped about 20 metres before and ran to a guy standing next to the car. the man quickly described to him that it was a hit and run and the vehicle that hit the car was a white toyota van with construction stuff on top. tom remembered passing a van of that description on the way and asked if we should go after him and the guy told him to. jsut as i got out of the car tom yelled at me to get back in, we did a u turn and sped off in the direction we came from. we were doing about 120 along the coast (we didnt tell the cops this of cos) and after about 2 km we caught up with the van, wrote down the rego number and what street it drove down at what time. we didnt get too clsoe in case he decided to crash into us. by the time we got back to the accident the ambulance wasnt there but more ppl had arrived including some nurses. eventually a lot of ambulances and cops and the fire bridgage came and collected our details and statements. it was soooo cold and windy. it took the fire ppl nearly and hour to get the the three ppl out of the smashed car. the driver was really messed up the other two were slightly better.  on the brighter side a good friend who i hadnt seen in a long time lived near by and heard the sirens and came to check it out. after the accident we went to his place to use the loo and have a drink.&lt;br /&gt;the whole ordeal didnt sink in until thursday. i was driving to uniand was in the right lane and couldnt go to the left because there were many cars in there and the car in front of me was going just under 100 and the big four wheel drive behind me was right up against my backside because i was going slow. i felt so trapped and afraid and it sunk in and i got soo scared i started crying and cried the whole way to uni. when i got to uni i found out the driver died in hospital and i cried even more. i guess im still a lil shaken up. i dont like driving anymore.&lt;br /&gt;apparently the cops have been calling everyone who's details they got down. they called tom three times but havent called me once. im glad though i really dont want to be involved anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i've been going through a down period for the last few months. i was reading the purpose driven life on the train today to uni. it said something along the lines of God wanting us to love him and depend on him and that he'll do anything to bring us closer to him. even if its bad stuff. ps gerard said soemthing simliar tonight, about God bringing challenges in our lives. but he'll never give us anything too hard to overcome. it is by his grace we can.&lt;br /&gt;grr im not being too eloquent tonight. i really need sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-115772951722677933?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115772951722677933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=115772951722677933&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/115772951722677933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/115772951722677933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2006/09/oneaechoecho373.html' title='oneAechoecho373'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-115573984824132107</id><published>2006-08-16T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T22:50:48.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's timing of blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;God is full of blessings, all in his good timing. Some things he withholds from us for a reason, knowing when we are ready to receive his blessing. it's like the man who asked God for a flower and a butterfly, but was given a cactus and a caterpillar instead. Knowing that God has his reasons he didn't question God, and eventually the cactus sprouted a beautiful flower and the caterpillar turned into a butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;Today I had a job interview at the Hyatt, Satruday i have one at Target. just what i've been praying for.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-115573984824132107?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115573984824132107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=115573984824132107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/115573984824132107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/115573984824132107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2006/08/gods-timing-of-blessings.html' title='God&apos;s timing of blessings'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-115557279400797792</id><published>2006-08-15T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T00:26:34.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Broken</title><content type='html'>It hurts.&lt;br /&gt;An empty feeling,&lt;br /&gt;It penetrates deep inside.&lt;br /&gt;My heart has been stabbed&lt;br /&gt;Right through with an invisible knife.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know the feeling ‘heart broken’&lt;br /&gt;Pain I can feel throughout my whole body,&lt;br /&gt;Spirit and soul, aches and consumes me&lt;br /&gt;A momentary desire I cannot have&lt;br /&gt;Why yearn for something that&lt;br /&gt;Is not enteral? What&lt;br /&gt;Is the point?&lt;br /&gt;I cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-115557279400797792?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115557279400797792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=115557279400797792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/115557279400797792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/115557279400797792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2006/08/heart-broken.html' title='Heart Broken'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-115462528198495901</id><published>2006-08-04T01:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T01:14:41.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fish tank</title><content type='html'>Aidan asked how my fish were. Yes I got a tank in my room now. Before sam came to live with us we had a cat. thanks to this animal lover, we now have, the oringal cat, 3 fish tanks including ltos of fish, seahorses, corals, and other sea dwelling creatures two quails, a rabbit, and a pigeon that visits us everyday to steal food from the quails and rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;My fish tank&lt;br /&gt;tank and pebbles donated by tom&lt;br /&gt;heater and filter and light and plant and fishes donated by sam (spent over $50 on me)&lt;br /&gt;background pic printed by me, food bought by me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten fishes:&lt;br /&gt;Four guppys, a male and three females, all named Aiden (Aiden not Aidan)&lt;br /&gt;Six neon tetras, all named Miriam.&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-115462528198495901?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115462528198495901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=115462528198495901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/115462528198495901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/115462528198495901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-fish-tank_04.html' title='My Fish tank'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-115305851411829897</id><published>2006-07-16T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T22:01:54.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Away I go</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;I'm leaving tomorrow morning and will be back on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;This is a much needed break, just to get away from everything and forget things for a while, then when I come back i shall start things afresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I've been thinking about a lot recently is people. I agree with what Anna said, that all people we meet are God-connections. On Friday night we had a guest pastor from America, and I was filming the service. One thing i love about being on camera is that you're at the back, and high up, so you can see everyone and everything. I love looking down at all the people in the service, and I think to myself, all these people, they could have been somewhere else tonight, but they have come to the right place. All these people have different backgrounds and issues, all these people are loved. I love seeing people worship, especially when the whole congregation really gets into it, and you can see them jumping up and down and dancing for God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is awesome. God created people. People are awesome. as am I :P:P:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-115305851411829897?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115305851411829897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=115305851411829897&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/115305851411829897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/115305851411829897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2006/07/away-i-go.html' title='Away I go'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-115177663241769384</id><published>2006-07-02T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T01:57:12.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Finally an update. so much has happened since i last posted. wheatbelt fieldtrip, parents 25th anniversary, family reunion, friends becoming engaged, and married, family's birthdays, friends passing away, world cup, church opening, just for her womens conference, clean room, uni stuff, family stuff, ups and downs, lefts and rights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine passed away few nights ago. I've known her since i was about 8, and yet i haven't seen her for two years. for two years i never made time for her, i never bothered to call to say hi. i guess we take for granted the people around us are gonna live for as long as we are, and we can catch up with them anything its convenient for us. i was there for her when her mother died, and when her cat died, but not her. two days before she passed away she was asking after me. and i only just remembered that her current cat, Li Li, is named after me.&lt;br /&gt;Helen Hillary lived a life different from most of us. She had polio when she was a young child, and spent the rest of her life in a wheel chair. She could not run bare foot in the grass when we could. she could not climb a tree when we could. she could not swim at the beach when we could. she could not sit with her legs outstretched in front of her and watch as she wriggled her toes. these things a lot of people take for granted. esp i. she reminds us of how truly blessed we are, things that we regard as normal everyday things, she could not have. but yet she was a strong person. she managed to drive. to shop. to go out to the movies, to make friends. to live by herself with a cat (after her mother passed away). to garden, to wash and clean, to get her wheelchair painted red then have me cover them with cat stickers.&lt;br /&gt;i know that everyones time must come, that death is inevitable and we have no control over it. although i am upset that she is not here anymore, im more upset that i made no effort to be with her, and now its too late. the most painful thing is that i don't know whether she has a relationship with God or not.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully from now on i will not take people around me for granted. i want to cherish and appreciate every person i meet, and have some kind of influence in their lives. even if this means getting a smile out of them, it'll be worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels so much better getting all this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-115177663241769384?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115177663241769384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=115177663241769384&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/115177663241769384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/115177663241769384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2006/07/update.html' title='Update.'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-114822429217947736</id><published>2006-05-21T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T23:11:32.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Doubt your doubts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;and believe your beliefs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-114822429217947736?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114822429217947736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=114822429217947736&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/114822429217947736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/114822429217947736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2006/05/doubt-your-doubts-and-believe-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-114558911008103966</id><published>2006-04-21T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T11:11:50.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only God</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night i fell asleep with a smile, and this morning i woke up with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;Two words: Only God =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-114558911008103966?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114558911008103966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=114558911008103966&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/114558911008103966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/114558911008103966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2006/04/only-god.html' title='Only God'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-114554519029410517</id><published>2006-04-20T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T22:59:50.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The time is now!!!</title><content type='html'>My gosh!!! i just got home from a leaders meeting. and my gosh! it was really powerful and amazing! God was really speaking to us through our guest speaker. so many prophecies! just hearing about all the things he's doing around the world today, and the things to come! i am expectant and excited!&lt;br /&gt;Like he said, the time for weeping is over! that time is my time! so i may still be a bit sad, and maybe a bit fragile and cry, but a new time has come! i don't know how to describe this feeling!!! i got goosebumps during the meeting, everything that was said was like bang! right in my face! like wow!!! God!!! The creator of the heavens and the earth was speaking to us!!!&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to see the levels our church will go to, and the impact we'll have on our community! and those beyond!&lt;br /&gt;There were so many things that was said! i filled up 5 pages of my journal from taking notes! i would love to repeat it all on here but that'll take ages!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to leave you with a thought:&lt;br /&gt;We are the salt of the earth, and it's time to get the salt out of the shaker!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home with a skip in my step, a smile on my face and a song in my heart :)&lt;br /&gt;God is beyond awesome!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-114554519029410517?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114554519029410517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=114554519029410517&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/114554519029410517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/114554519029410517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2006/04/time-is-now.html' title='The time is now!!!'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-114542342939273367</id><published>2006-04-19T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T13:10:29.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;I feel so lonely right now. I miss my mum and dad and my sister and tom and my friends. i hate it because i'm crying over feeling lonely when a lot of people all over the world have it a lot worse than i do. What i really really want right now is someone to talk to and someone to hug. But i dont have the time right now  i have to clean the house and look out for other ppl. I know God is always with me and has his arms around me but sometimes i wish he were here in physical form. i need a shoulder to cry on. On a very very happy note my mum's coming back today i can't wait! i really need her right now!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much to everyone. you all have always been there for me. and i apologise for my behaviour for the past few months and my stoopid decisions. once again im so sorry and thank you to all of you, i love you all so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-114542342939273367?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114542342939273367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=114542342939273367&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/114542342939273367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/114542342939273367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2006/04/lonely.html' title='Lonely'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-114529027299795598</id><published>2006-04-18T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T00:11:13.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No job and no boyfriend</title><content type='html'>Just a quick update, i don't really wanna go into much detail cos i have so much to do. But right now i have no job and no boyfriend. and yet my spirit is at peace! God has really helped me through this, and i'm fine, more than fine! i'm good and tom's good and we're still very good friends, it wasn't akward or anything like that. and i know that everything is gonna be great and things are changing for me. its a new season to get my life back on track, for real this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-114529027299795598?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114529027299795598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=114529027299795598&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/114529027299795598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/114529027299795598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2006/04/no-job-and-no-boyfriend.html' title='No job and no boyfriend'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-114458619734388649</id><published>2006-04-09T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T20:36:37.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wow! 3 posts in 1 day! procrastinator!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;On a happier note my mum sent me two pairs of earrings&lt;br /&gt;On a slightly not so happy note my dad's going away too&lt;br /&gt;so's my sister&lt;br /&gt;leaving me to look after my brother and cousin&lt;br /&gt;Then my aunties going in for an operation, leaving me with 3 more kids to look after&lt;br /&gt;On a very happy note, God loves me and will help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-114458619734388649?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114458619734388649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=114458619734388649&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/114458619734388649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/114458619734388649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2006/04/wow-3-posts-in-1-day-procrastinator.html' title='wow! 3 posts in 1 day! procrastinator!'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-114457124620379821</id><published>2006-04-09T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T16:27:30.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baptisms</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;i just got back from the baptism. i found it was inspiring and emotional, and yes i did shed a tear or two. Lately i've been disappointed thinking why is it that people who i invite to church never stay? But hey, good still comes from it! I once invited a girl who i used to be friends with 10 yrs ago and i met her again last yr cos she was working at a shop i visited. i invited her to church, and she came a couple of times, but then i never saw her again. but the second time she brought her neighbour, a beautiful 12 yr old girl who's sooo bubbly and friendly, and today as i watched her being baptised i got so excited! you can see what i'm saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-114457124620379821?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114457124620379821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=114457124620379821&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/114457124620379821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/114457124620379821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2006/04/baptisms_09.html' title='Baptisms'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-114456529148312245</id><published>2006-04-09T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T14:48:11.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Approaching new people</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Sometimes i wonder why i am doing what i am doing today. is this where i'm meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;My new job has not been going good. i work many hours, for very little pay and half my pay goes to petrol for driving to work (last few weeks it's been 45 min drives, that's 45 to, and 45 from, couple of times a week). Since i've started working i've considered quitting quite a number of times. i would've made more money in my last job, or any hourly paid job for that matter. i always wondered why i'm in this job and many other people wonder why to, and have asked me to find a new job or quit. but the whole time something just kept telling me to hang in there, stay on, don't leave prematurely (strangely this was mentioned in today's message at church), and see what happens, that good will come out of this. i guess i never knew until today's church service why. my job is commission based and to do well at the job you cannot afford to be shy. my main problem is approaching people who i've never met before and start talking to them. i remember in the early days of this job a girl i worked with (who also goes to my church) told me maybe in this job God is telling you to get over this fear of approaching people, (whereas he was telling her that it's not about her, or money, that it's about other people). Today at church one of the leaders asked me to meet this new girl and introduce myself to her and talk to her. when i approached her there was already a group of girls surrounding her, and i knew none of them. i kinda hung around outside the circle wondering if i should go and start talking to them, in the end fear gave in and i felt dsicouraged and walked away. and i still feel very disappointed in myself.&lt;br /&gt;i feel challenged and definately out of my comfort zone, so i guess it has to be a God thing.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'm meant to hang around in this job for that reason, to get over myself, and i know that once i do i can be successful. Already the few people who i do approach and talk to, they sign up, so if only i just approached everyone i could sign up lots of people and earn more money. but i do believe this is definately not a long term job and that if another job is offered to me i'll take it. before i got this job though i prayed for a job that will 1. have working hours that will suit me 2. have nothing to do with food, not a checkout chick, or sitting in an office behind a computer or phones 3. have people interaction 4. highly paid .... and this job is all the above except 4 but that's cos i need to make it happen. another good thing about it is that many of my colleges are Christians, and i've never been in a job before where this is the case.&lt;br /&gt;Whoa i can't believe i jsut went on and on about my job and fear of approaching people....&lt;br /&gt;Signing off... going to church baptisms...shouldl be fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-114456529148312245?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114456529148312245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=114456529148312245&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/114456529148312245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/114456529148312245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2006/04/approaching-new-people.html' title='Approaching new people'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-114416567269303736</id><published>2006-04-04T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T23:47:52.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Human nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5530/1233/1600/IMG_0228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5530/1233/200/IMG_0228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Perth is so beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(photos taken by my cousin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5530/1233/1600/IMG_0183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5530/1233/200/IMG_0183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a different note...something that's been kinda bugging me recently.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is human nature and our sinful ways, that everyone is selfish and judgemental to an extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-114416567269303736?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114416567269303736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=114416567269303736&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/114416567269303736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/114416567269303736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2006/04/human-nature.html' title='Human nature'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-114399430199770694</id><published>2006-04-02T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T00:54:10.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An attempt at an update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5530/1233/1600/DSC01958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5530/1233/320/DSC01958.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a kind of update. Kind of cos it's gonna be real short cos i'm meant to be doing uni work right now, a report that was due in more than a week ago but i got an extension because i was sick and, (the real reason), very disorganised.&lt;br /&gt;Past few weeks i've been stressed and exhausted and sick, but i'm better now and starting to sort stuff out. I guess i'm going through a phrase and a challenge right now but i know everything's coming together and it's gonna be alright! everything thats being said in church at for the past few weeks i know is God speaking to me. the challenge is following through and acting on his word. There are a lot of things i could say about whats going on in my life right now but i don't have the time, all i can say is yes there's a lot going through my head, i have a lot of things to sort through and sort out, but it's in God's hands and my next update will be a lot more positive. Thank you to all who have been praying for me. i don't know who you are and most of you prob don't even know this blog exists but God bless you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random thoughts....&lt;br /&gt;Last night i found out that two people i know, not personally but i know of or have met them b4, tried to kill themselves. one of them as recent as friday night and the other one quite a number of times in the past and recently.&lt;br /&gt;I am a misfit, i have always been a misfit and i will always be a misfit, in any situation and place, whether it be school, uni, work, church etc. and i have accepted this.&lt;br /&gt;You reap what you sow. no matter how many times i hear this it always speaks to me, and each time i learn something new.&lt;br /&gt;Had a guest speaker from Russia today. Totally amazing. His msgs hit me smack bang in the face, but then again most of the msgs recently have done that. i really need to change and sort myself out and become the person God has called me to be. and i am inspired to do that. the past 2 months my life has been a mess and today has been a kick to start me in the right direction of getting back on track.&lt;br /&gt;Our DESTINY is about OTHER PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;mum's gone away again. then soon dad will go, then my sister will go, leaving me to take care of my cousin and bro, drive them around, cook for them etc. talk about pressure.&lt;br /&gt;Today was such an eventful day, pray i don't forget what happened and what has been said.&lt;br /&gt;This post turned out longer than i intended...i'll be up all night doing homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-114399430199770694?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114399430199770694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=114399430199770694&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/114399430199770694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/114399430199770694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2006/04/attempt-at-update.html' title='An attempt at an update'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-114096788593465287</id><published>2006-02-26T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T23:31:25.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;I'm functioning on 3 hours sleep, lots and lots of action and not enough food so being able to string this sentence together is a big achievement for me.  What's happened since i last blogged? no effort to string more sentences together:&lt;br /&gt;water fight at burns beach at 9.30pm for primal girls leaders. was with five other awesome chickies (two others chickened out). came home wet from water and a bit of coke. i love doing crazy spontaneous stuff like this.&lt;br /&gt;mum came home! after nearly a month of being away. my take out days are over welcome home cooked food!&lt;br /&gt;had a 21st last night, got 3 hours sleep, went paintballing, went to church, went to an awesome 26th birthday dinner, am home.....so exhausted! but i have to leave home at 4am tomoro to bring parents to airport (goodbye home cooked food, hello takeout) then i got uni&lt;br /&gt;i also got a new job (Praise the Lord!)&lt;br /&gt;and a new boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;hahaha that still sounds sooooo weird! i never thought i would have a bf for a looooong time! just never imagined myself with one. not being single will take some getting used to!&lt;br /&gt;but he's absolutely brilliant! i've never met a guy as respectful and nice as tom. and he loves cooking for me! no guy has ever treated me the way he does he's just so generous and respectful and well very nice!&lt;br /&gt;im falling sick from lack of sleep, too much action and not enough food. this week's gonna be hard with no parents around, looking after my brother and the rest and starting uni and a new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-114096788593465287?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114096788593465287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=114096788593465287&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/114096788593465287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/114096788593465287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2006/02/gah.html' title='Gah!'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-114001750776577482</id><published>2006-02-15T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T23:31:47.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On this page we see a little girl giggling at a hippopotamus... i wonder why?</title><content type='html'>MY life is so full and busy right now! This is it at the moment: Church, kung fu, work, beach, friends... and there's hardly any time to fit it all in! How am i gonna fit uni in???&lt;br /&gt;I finally bought my body board after saving up for weeks! im so excited im gonna try it out tomoro dont care what the weathers like!&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are so fun!&lt;br /&gt;Valentines day yesteraday *rolls eyes* haha i reckon you should show ppl you love them everyday! just like everyday is Christmas day everyday's motheres day etc. everyday's valentines day. I did get a some really nice chocolates and a necklace but they were given to me last week cos my mates know how i feel about Valentines day.&lt;br /&gt;At club 180 tonight, keeping with the theme of valentines day they spoke about love. God's love. and even though i know already know it, it was really good hearing about it again. It's amazing how much God loves us unconditionally. And i don't think i'll ever meet anyone who can love me the way God does. Another thing that it reminded me of is that he is a jealous God. Lately my affections have been turned elsewhere which he told me makes him jealous, and i need to turn my heart back to him. And why would anyone wanna miss out on God's awesome love? why settle for less when u can have the best? Lately i have been settling for less. i have fallen but with His help i can be picked up again and keep walking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-114001750776577482?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114001750776577482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=114001750776577482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/114001750776577482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/114001750776577482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2006/02/on-this-page-we-see-little-girl.html' title='On this page we see a little girl giggling at a hippopotamus... i wonder why?'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-113958682246270384</id><published>2006-02-10T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T23:53:42.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheeeeee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5530/1233/1600/108-0879_AUT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5530/1233/320/108-0879_AUT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally a pic of my bun bun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5530/1233/1600/109-0915_AUT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5530/1233/320/109-0915_AUT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5530/1233/1600/109-0914_AUT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5530/1233/320/109-0914_AUT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MY beach flower!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5530/1233/1600/108-0885_AUT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5530/1233/320/108-0885_AUT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Every time i go to church i love it more and more and love God more and more. Just seeing people's lives put back together and seeing people come to God and people passionate for Him. I have lived without God and now i'm living with him, and now that i know what both are like i don't ever wanna go back to life without him.&lt;br /&gt;It was cool cos some girls at work were asking me about my faith and Christianity when they heard i go to church. I didn't get to say much but hey at least we can talk about it now. They also invited me out to karoke. i felt so touched by that!&lt;br /&gt;Tonight i got my first girl to call up and, well, i guess u can say take care of. God i just pray that you'll help me love these girls and show them how much you love them and how valuable they are to you. i still can't believe im in this position! im excited yet keep questioning myself "can i do this?" "am i the right person? have they got it wrong?" "what if the girls dont like me?" etc.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i need to put my doubts aside...&lt;br /&gt;with God's help i can do anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-113958682246270384?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113958682246270384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=113958682246270384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113958682246270384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113958682246270384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2006/02/wheeeeee.html' title='Wheeeeee!'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-113956701626976833</id><published>2006-02-10T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T18:23:36.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice cream kung fu: the best combination!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;I am pumpin!!! still from yesterday!!! which was wicked awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;at work i vowed to hve no ice cream, not even a lick or a taste test...and i did it! which is a huge accomplishment for me!!! now i know that if i can resist and have self control over that i can do anything if i set my mind to it! it's a lot harder than it sounds and i fought a huge internal battle :P im so proud of myself! its never been done b4 but now i know it's do-able!! So im sticking my tongue out at u temptation!! ner ner :P&lt;br /&gt;then night i had kung fu, which left me feeling exhausted and sore but it was fun fun! taught a kids class then we had special demos and lion dancing for chinese new yr. they got me to play the cymbals for the whole of lion dancing (which is equilvalent to 4 cymbal players taking turns) which left my arms and shoulders and hands numb. but they had no one else to do it, and ive never played cymbals b4 i was so nervous! after getting a quick massage i did a sword demo with my best friend back to back. i wished i knew how to post the video on here. it was soo good! even though we stuffed up no one could tell and everything was perfectly timed and yeah ppl were impressed!&lt;br /&gt;Beach again this morning. went to work with beach hair, with a flower tucked behind my ear. my beach look :)&lt;br /&gt;and church in a few mins!!!! how awesome is my life?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-113956701626976833?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113956701626976833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=113956701626976833&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113956701626976833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113956701626976833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2006/02/ice-cream-kung-fu-best-combination.html' title='Ice cream kung fu: the best combination!'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-113939344387944805</id><published>2006-02-08T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T18:47:21.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Artist?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5530/1233/1600/108-0893_AUT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5530/1233/320/108-0893_AUT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5530/1233/1600/108-0895_AUT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5530/1233/320/108-0895_AUT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5530/1233/1600/108-0891_AUT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5530/1233/320/108-0891_AUT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5530/1233/1600/108-0890_AUT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5530/1233/320/108-0890_AUT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5530/1233/1600/108-0889_AUT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5530/1233/320/108-0889_AUT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew these in yr 5 when i was 9. miss drawing now maybe i should pick it up again?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday i went to the primal beach party. still can't believe im in primal! even though it was cold and choppy i still went in the water to keep an eye on those few crazy girls who did want to swim. already i have a few girls to pray for and few who i gave lifts to. i love serving!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beach this morning again. man i love the beach! my hair's still salty and beachy but i like the look of beach hair with a bright flower tucked behind my ear :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got another kung fu demo this thursday! hope i don't fall or stab myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baskin Robbins fly count for today: 9&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-113939344387944805?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113939344387944805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=113939344387944805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113939344387944805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113939344387944805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2006/02/artist.html' title='Artist?'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-113929735132200625</id><published>2006-02-07T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T15:29:11.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Hazards</title><content type='html'>Last night at work i beat my record and killed 17 flies in one shift (old record was 3)&lt;br /&gt;I also managed to hit my head with a mop and slam the bin on my finger&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-113929735132200625?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113929735132200625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=113929735132200625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113929735132200625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113929735132200625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2006/02/work-hazards.html' title='Work Hazards'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-113907081112085062</id><published>2006-02-05T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T22:39:30.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5530/1233/1600/IMG_0072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5530/1233/320/IMG_0072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my beach. i have better pics on my phone but they're not on the comp yet. Few days ago i spent a long time at my beach and throughout the whole time mine were the only footprints in the sand. How blessed am i?! being able to walk to this beach anytime i want. This is where i spend a lot of time with God. &lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Did i mention that today LIVING END SIGNED MY DRUMSTICKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;a mate said he'd pay $200 for my sticks now lol&lt;br /&gt;but they're mine! i need to get a new pair to play with i dare not use my signed ones.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-113907081112085062?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113907081112085062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=113907081112085062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113907081112085062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113907081112085062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2006/02/beach.html' title='Beach'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-113829567303705768</id><published>2006-01-27T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T01:20:30.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aussie Aussie Aussie!</title><content type='html'>Oi Oi Oi!&lt;br /&gt;Well i guess there's no point going on about how great Aussie Day was and how much fun we had cos everybody knows and everybody will be talking about it.&lt;br /&gt;One memorable inccident though happened at Macca's after the celebrations. We were really hungry and kept waiting for a long time, even after going to the the couter to check a couple of times our food wasn't ready. When we finally got it (half an hour after the store was meant to be closing) they asked us if we would like any deserts because we were kept waiting so long. Immediately my smart mate said "yes, we'll have FOUR sundaes (even though only two of us actually ordered something)....they'll have to be LARGE," and when asked what flavour he said "chocolate AND caramel." So there you go. FOUR FREE LARGE CHOCOLATE AND CARAMEL sundaes on Aussie Day.&lt;br /&gt;Other highlights were the boys blowing up one of those backyard pool things and jumping into the river with it. the jellyfish fights (yuk!), the boys bringing a mattress, doing backflips and using the mattress as a trampoline to fling ppl high into the air (including me! woo!) I love that the guys at church are crazy and fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-113829567303705768?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113829567303705768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=113829567303705768&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113829567303705768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113829567303705768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2006/01/aussie-aussie-aussie.html' title='Aussie Aussie Aussie!'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-113811564745443956</id><published>2006-01-24T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T23:14:07.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm 18 and in my second year of uni...NO WAY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Someone asked me what school i go to. I said I'm in my second yr at Curtin. THen i froze&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked me how old i was. I said 18, but it felt so weird saying it, as if it wasn't me saying it.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so old! hahah just kidding. But it seems like only yesterday i graduated from high school and turned 17. now im in my 2nd yr at uni and 18. its unbelievable. im still not used to it! time passed so fast! i guess its cos i've been having SOOO much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-113811564745443956?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113811564745443956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=113811564745443956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113811564745443956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113811564745443956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-18-and-in-my-second-year-of-unino.html' title='I&apos;m 18 and in my second year of uni...NO WAY!!!'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-113794584004081355</id><published>2006-01-22T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T00:04:00.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baskins</title><content type='html'>This morning was really good for me. My attitude at work tonight was all :) and i was chirpier and friendier and nicer and smiled more than usual (even though i am exhausted).&lt;br /&gt;At work i met a new girl, she's been working there for about one or two months but i never seen her b4. and it turns out she's a Christian too! she said she went to all the planet shakers sessions and goes to a nearby Christian school and a church. I was very happy to finally have another fellow Christian a my workplace.&lt;br /&gt;MY timetable for next week as well didn't fit me at all. it would mean i'll have to miss a special youth night on tuesday and a 21st on wednesday so i prayed that God will sort it all out and He did. My hours were changed and now they suit me fine. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-113794584004081355?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113794584004081355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=113794584004081355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113794584004081355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113794584004081355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2006/01/baskins.html' title='Baskins'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-113791104845389206</id><published>2006-01-22T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T14:30:11.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallen into place with GOD's perfect timing</title><content type='html'>God's timing is always perfect. EVerything has fallen into place all at once. EVerything happens and will happen for a reason. LAtely i've been away from God an not putting him first in everything i do. I struggled with temptation and sinned against God. I wasn't feeling down or anything but something in my spirit was not quite right. Then this week we had planet shakers (the biggest youth conference in Australia) and church. everything that was said was God speaking to me. every word that was said had relevance in my life and i knew i had to listen to Him.&lt;br /&gt;WE are called to be fighters and warriors of our time. WE are called to disagree with the box maker (the devil) and agree with the box breaker (God). And although there are many temptations in this world that are not of God WE have the strength of CHrist Jesus our SAVIOUR so we may not be sucked in, we shall stand firm on Christ our solid rock. The last one was the message of today, and it really hit something in my heart. Recently i have been passive and holding back in my faith but today was the beginning of something. When i admitted that i really needed GOd my spirit felt totally refreshed. I now smile knowing that God's hand is over my life and he'll pick me up if i fall. What a great father!&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that happened was after service one of the leaders came up to me and said she's been watching me for a while and thought that it'll be great if i could help out in Primal. I was completely overwhelmed i cried. i had never imagined myself in such a position. i was happy helping out in packing down, serving at the snack counter and the cameras filming the service but i never imagined that this would be an area i would be asked to serve in. God really surprised me with that one. If that's what he wants me to do i'll do it and give my best, even though i still can't believe it and keep thinking "you've got the wrong girl!"&lt;br /&gt;EVerything is falling into place now. I've got a job, maybe two or three, and tonight i will be paid and will finally have money. I'm an assistant instructor at kung fu and teaching the children (ages 10 - 15, the hardest group to teach kung fu to) has helped me grow and be more confident and assertive. And i know that in the days to come i will experience great growth. I'm expectant and happy for the things of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restore unto me the joy of thy salvation; and uphold me with thy free spirit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-113791104845389206?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113791104845389206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=113791104845389206&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113791104845389206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113791104845389206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2006/01/fallen-into-place-with-gods-perfect.html' title='Fallen into place with GOD&apos;s perfect timing'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-113742796989360406</id><published>2006-01-16T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T00:12:54.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what the?</title><content type='html'>A question in my colesmyer application test:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which would you want to do most?&lt;br /&gt;A. Sharpen Knives&lt;br /&gt;B. Write out receipts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess which one i picked?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-113742796989360406?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113742796989360406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=113742796989360406&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113742796989360406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113742796989360406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2006/01/what.html' title='what the?'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-113652503225093525</id><published>2006-01-06T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T13:23:52.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2006</title><content type='html'>I must say, 2005 was one of the best years of my life. There were many ups and downs, many significant events, many memories which i'll tresure forever. I felt that 2005 was the year i grew the most, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually, and i also learnt a lot about myself and other people. I'm looking forward to 2006 knowing that with God, it's gonna be another great yr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my sister's 20th. Happy Birthday Hwinnie the Pooh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-113652503225093525?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113652503225093525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=113652503225093525&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113652503225093525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113652503225093525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2006/01/2006.html' title='2006'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-113556860391359589</id><published>2005-12-26T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T11:43:23.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;It's Christmas 2005. Somehow i find i am reluctant to say to people "Merry CHristmas". Why? Has it lost its meaning? Do people say it out of habit as a greeting? Or do people actually think about what it really means? What is the true meaning of Christmas? Why do we celebrate Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;This year Sunset Coast had our first Christmas service in our new building :) It was a great service. Quite short, Pastor only spoke for about 10 mins, so people can go home for Christmas lunch. Yet a lot of people made a decision for CHrist and accepted the free gift, the greatest gift of all given to us on CHristmas day. Thank God for JEsus&lt;br /&gt;The first song that was sung at the service was Little Drummer Boy. everytime i hear this song i start to cry. When i was very young, about 5 or 6 every night dad would carry me and sing this song before putting me to bed.  Now we're too old our parents don't even check up on us before we sleep. I'm blessed to have a family.&lt;br /&gt;After church we had family lunch and spent time with the family. Although some of us had a 3 hour nap during the day because we stayed up til 2am the night before playing pictionary and monopoly. Our friend is staying over from Adelaide so we gotta keep him entertained.&lt;br /&gt;its cute though, mum went from having 3 children to having 5 children all 18 and over living in the house.  We need one of those big family cars again, they keep putting me in the boot cos im the smallest. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-113556860391359589?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113556860391359589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=113556860391359589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113556860391359589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113556860391359589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-2005_26.html' title='Christmas 2005'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-113449125889696540</id><published>2005-12-14T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T00:28:17.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haven't been blogging because</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="1d737f0c"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Life's been so busy and full on and so blessed! So much is happening and I am overwhelmed. Too much to say all in a post. Thank God i am so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-113449125889696540?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113449125889696540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=113449125889696540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113449125889696540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113449125889696540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/12/havent-been-blogging-because.html' title='Haven&apos;t been blogging because'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-113315720647458221</id><published>2005-11-28T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T13:53:26.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bun-bun</title><content type='html'>I've been so busy lately i haven't had much time to blog but now i've got a few mins spare before i pick up the kids from school (not my kids). I've been having a lot of fun lately&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night was really amazing. A whole lot of us went to Hillarys and God put on a really cool lightning show, (the man-made fireworks were an added bonus). I always thought lightning was better than fireworks, i'm always in awe every time i watch it.&lt;br /&gt;Also i've moved oon from Dustin and got a "normal" pet. normal relative to an octopus. a lil baby girl bunny called bun-bun. (pity i don't have a pic to post she so cute) originally i wanted a rat but my friend who owned the pet store ran out of them but he had bun-bun and she was a really cute little bunny with a cool friendly personality so we bought her on the spot (without asking our parents or thinking about where we were gonna put her). prob a good thing we didnt get a rat mum's afraid of them. but she doesnt yet know about bun-bun becos shes overseas and dad came home that night when we were asleep and wondered why there was a rabbit in the house (could've been drunk)&lt;br /&gt;Fashion show tonight :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-113315720647458221?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113315720647458221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=113315720647458221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113315720647458221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113315720647458221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/11/bun-bun.html' title='Bun-bun'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-113293525580489158</id><published>2005-11-26T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T00:14:15.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheeky</title><content type='html'>I'm cheeky!!! Very cheeky!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-113293525580489158?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113293525580489158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=113293525580489158&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113293525580489158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113293525580489158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/11/cheeky.html' title='Cheeky'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-113276805923270044</id><published>2005-11-24T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T01:47:39.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pub</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;I've just gotten home from the pub, and i mananged to beat my dad home. i can't believe i just said i got home from the pub. i still don't feel 18 and that i should be going to places like those. overall it was boring, and i smell of cigarettes its disgusting, even though there were no smoking signs. it was noisy and crowded and hot. i didn't find it fun even though ppl were saying its the best pub etc. etc. and i got angry as well, things that were going on and that people were saying. but i kept quiet about it and was quiet for most of the night. its just not my thing. i have fun in so many other ways...   man im soo tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-113276805923270044?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113276805923270044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=113276805923270044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113276805923270044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113276805923270044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/11/pub.html' title='Pub'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-113254634012187195</id><published>2005-11-21T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T12:12:20.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't call me my phone has drowned</title><content type='html'>My phone drowned on Friday night so i havent turned it on since. i've been living the past few days without a mobile, and in a way its kinda cool. one less thing to carry and worry about. plus its good to get away from technology. (hahaha and yes i am getting away from this computer im about to go to mullaloo beach again).  i went to mullaloo beach yesterday with some ppl from church. it was really fun being in the sun again, and for a while i was the only chick playing cricket with the boys. i don't know why none of the other girls wanted to join in they rather sit there and talk and tan but i needed to be active.  sometimes i thnk i need to be a bit more girly. i get along better with guys than girls becos im like one of them, except the way i dress.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt sleep til 5 am this morning cos i was up chatting to a jew. i've never spoken to a jew b4 and it was really interesting we mainly talked about religion etc. like they say theres a first for everything. although Pumpkin wasn't too happy with me staying up she really wanted to sleep and always waits for me to go to bed so she can sleep with me.&lt;br /&gt;oooh yum going for japanese lunch with my dad, mullaloo can wait til after. gtg get ready&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-113254634012187195?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113254634012187195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=113254634012187195&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113254634012187195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113254634012187195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/11/dont-call-me-my-phone-has-drowned.html' title='don&apos;t call me my phone has drowned'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-113250057868120426</id><published>2005-11-20T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T23:29:38.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THe start of exciting holidays!!</title><content type='html'>God really answers prayers. He has been nothing but faithful to me. I feel like everyday I'm being drawn closer to him and it excites me. Friday was one of the best days of my life. Not only was it the last day of uni for the yr, but God granted my hearts desire, what i've been praying for. it was really cool on thursday night i wrote it down in my prayer journal, and in less than 24 hours i got it. I hope i never take his blessings for granted, and always have a "oh my gosh!" attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've really surprised myself tonight. I was talking to a friend and giving advice i had no idea where it came from. my friend said that they knew it was definately from God and God was speaking to them. i was soo surprised that i actually gave useful advice, as i do not see myself as a smart perons and thought i was better at listening than giving advice. I'm also surprised that i'm not hungry. i didnt have dinner last night and for breakfast this morning i had chocolate, two toasts and a kiwi fruit, for lunch two coffees and nothing since. usually i eat more than my sister and cousin, so why don't i feel hungry? im suspecting it could be effects of alcohol (went to a party last night) or coffee :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been having fun and going out a  lot since end of uni but i need to spend a night at home, thats why i got home at 830 tonight. i really need to sort my life out. tidy my room! get a job! remember to do some stuff and contact certain people etc. but first priority, i need to tidy my room!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-113250057868120426?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113250057868120426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=113250057868120426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113250057868120426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113250057868120426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/11/start-of-exciting-holidays.html' title='THe start of exciting holidays!!'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-113228945171326073</id><published>2005-11-18T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T12:50:51.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREEDOM!!! WOO!!! PARTY!!!</title><content type='html'>The sun is shining, the skies are blue, and I'm FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! All i gotta worry about is whether i've passed my exams but thats ok cos I'm FREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;An example of the type of Q i had in my last exam:&lt;br /&gt;(my lecturers name being Stephen Willey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5530/1233/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 381px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 470px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="456" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5530/1233/400/untitled.jpg" width="342" 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/13843943-113228945171326073?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113228945171326073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=113228945171326073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113228945171326073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113228945171326073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/11/freedom-woo-party.html' title='FREEDOM!!! WOO!!! PARTY!!!'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-113213414004651222</id><published>2005-11-16T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T17:42:20.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me</title><content type='html'>Put an x in front of the ones that you've have done and send to all your friends. Be honest!!!&lt;br /&gt;(x) skipped school&lt;br /&gt;( ) seen/heard someone die in real life&lt;br /&gt;(x) been dumped&lt;br /&gt;( ) shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;(x) been in a fist fight&lt;br /&gt;( x) snuck out of your parent's house&lt;br /&gt;( x) Had feelings for someone who didnt have them back&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone on a blind date&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Canada&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Mexico&lt;br /&gt;(x) been on a plane&lt;br /&gt;(x) eaten Sushi&lt;br /&gt;( ) been snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;( x) been moshing at a concert&lt;br /&gt;( )  taken painkillers&lt;br /&gt;(x) love someone or miss someone right now&lt;br /&gt;(x) laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by&lt;br /&gt;(x) made a snow angel (tried in fake snow)&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a tea party&lt;br /&gt;(x) flown a kite&lt;br /&gt;(x) built a sand castle&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone puddle jumping&lt;br /&gt;(x) played dress ups&lt;br /&gt;( ) jumped into a pile of leaves&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone sledding&lt;br /&gt;(x) cheated while playing a game&lt;br /&gt;(x) been lonely&lt;br /&gt;(x) fallen asleep at school&lt;br /&gt;(x) watched the sun set&lt;br /&gt;( ) felt an earthquake&lt;br /&gt;(x) touched a snake&lt;br /&gt;(x) slept beneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;(x) been tickled&lt;br /&gt;( x) been robbed&lt;br /&gt;(x) been misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;(x) petted a goat&lt;br /&gt;(x) won a contest&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a parent run a red light&lt;br /&gt;(x) been in a car accident&lt;br /&gt;( x) had braces&lt;br /&gt;(x) felt like an outcast&lt;br /&gt;(x) eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night&lt;br /&gt;(x) had deja vu(x) hated the way you look&lt;br /&gt;(x) witnessed a crime&lt;br /&gt;(x) squished barefoot through the mud&lt;br /&gt;(x) been lost&lt;br /&gt;(x) been to the opposite side of the country&lt;br /&gt;(x) swam in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;(x) played cops and robbers&lt;br /&gt;(x) recently colored with crayons/colored pencils/markers&lt;br /&gt;(x) - sung with headphones&lt;br /&gt;(x) paid for a meal with only coins&lt;br /&gt;(x) made prank phone calls&lt;br /&gt;(x) laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose&lt;br /&gt;( ) caught a snowflake on your tongue&lt;br /&gt;(x) danced in the rain&lt;br /&gt;( ) written a letter to Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;( ) been kissed under a mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;(x) watched the sun rise with someone you care about&lt;br /&gt;(x) blown bubbles&lt;br /&gt;( ) made a bonfire on the beach&lt;br /&gt;( ) crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone rollerskating/ rollerblading&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a wish come true&lt;br /&gt;(x) worn pearls&lt;br /&gt;( ) ate dog/cat food&lt;br /&gt;(x) sang in the shower&lt;br /&gt;( X) have a little black dress&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a dream that you married someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) glued your hand to something&lt;br /&gt;( ) got your tongue stuck to a flag pole&lt;br /&gt;( x)  kissed a fish&lt;br /&gt;( ) been a cheerleader&lt;br /&gt;( x) sat on a roof top&lt;br /&gt;(x) screamed at the top of your lungs&lt;br /&gt;( ) done a one-handed cartwheel&lt;br /&gt;( x) talked on the phone for more than 6 hours&lt;br /&gt;(x) stayed up all night&lt;br /&gt;( ) picked and ate an apple right off the tree&lt;br /&gt;(x) climbed a tree&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a tree house&lt;br /&gt;(x) are scared to watch scary movies alone&lt;br /&gt;(x) believed in ghosts&lt;br /&gt;( ) have more than 30 pairs of shoes&lt;br /&gt;( ) worn a really ugly outfit just to see what others say&lt;br /&gt;(x) been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on&lt;br /&gt;( x) broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;(x) been easily amused&lt;br /&gt;(x) caught a fish then ate it&lt;br /&gt;(x) caught a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;(x) laughed so hard you cried&lt;br /&gt;(x) cried so hard you laughed&lt;br /&gt;(x) cheated on a test&lt;br /&gt;(x) have a Britney Spears CD&lt;br /&gt;(x) forgotten someone's name&lt;br /&gt;( ) French braided someone's hair&lt;br /&gt;(x) been to any other countries besides yours&lt;br /&gt;( ) had serious surgery&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone out in public in your pajamas&lt;br /&gt;( x) kissed a stranger&lt;br /&gt;( x) hugged a stranger&lt;br /&gt;( ) been arrested&lt;br /&gt;(x) had alcohol&lt;br /&gt;(x) pushed all the buttons on an elevator&lt;br /&gt;(x) swore at your parents&lt;br /&gt;(x) kicked a guy where it hurts&lt;br /&gt;( ) been close to love&lt;br /&gt; (x) been to a casino&lt;br /&gt;( ) skinny-dipped&lt;br /&gt;( ) saw a therapist/counsellor&lt;br /&gt;( ) done the splits&lt;br /&gt;(x) played spin the bottle&lt;br /&gt;( ) gotten stitches&lt;br /&gt;( ) drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour&lt;br /&gt;(x) bitten someone&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Niagara Falls&lt;br /&gt;(x) gotten the chicken pox&lt;br /&gt;( ) crashed into a friend's&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Japan&lt;br /&gt;(x) ridden in a taxi&lt;br /&gt;( ) been fired&lt;br /&gt;(x) lied to a friend&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a crush on a teacher&lt;br /&gt;( ) celebrated mardi-gras in New Orleans&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Europe&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been to Africa&lt;br /&gt;( ) Driven interstate&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Skiing/ snowbording&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been to a moto-cross show&lt;br /&gt;( ) lost a child&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a crush on someone you shouldn't&lt;br /&gt;( ) own an ipod&lt;br /&gt;( ) own an mp3 player&lt;br /&gt;(x) fancy someone on your contact list&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed a girl&lt;br /&gt;(x) kissed a boy&lt;br /&gt;( ) fainted&lt;br /&gt;(x) purposely set a part of yourself on fire&lt;br /&gt;(x) questioned your heart&lt;br /&gt;(x) been obsessed with post-it notes&lt;br /&gt;(x) cried yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;(x) done something you told yourself you wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;( ) jumped off a bridge into a river&lt;br /&gt;(x) kissed a mirror&lt;br /&gt;(x) been told you're hot by a complete stranger&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-113213414004651222?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113213414004651222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=113213414004651222&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113213414004651222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113213414004651222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/11/me.html' title='Me'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-113212570156300488</id><published>2005-11-16T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T15:21:41.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOO!</title><content type='html'>It's exciting to see how God is moving through the youth! Last night Refresh was totally awesome! just lining up outside the stomp room, waiting with soo many other young people to get in, just seeing their excitement and enthusiasm for God was so amazing! Why can't we have REfresh during the school hols so young people can have somewhere to go at night :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Friday is my last exam then i'm FREE until the end of feb... :D&lt;br /&gt;I have many plans for the holidays! I'm gonna get meself a job and become rich again, prob become an assisstant instructor at kung fu, go to church, get fit, go out and catch up with friends, beach! beach! finish club 180, maybe pick up my drums again, spend more time with God, start serving in a different area in church (as well as what im currently doing), planet shakers camp, road trip down south, pick up drawing, tidy my room, oh all the possibilities!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-113212570156300488?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113212570156300488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=113212570156300488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113212570156300488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113212570156300488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/11/woo.html' title='WOO!'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-113186924454972208</id><published>2005-11-13T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T16:07:24.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm getting married?</title><content type='html'>Hee hee Ruth i couldn't resist cos you had this quiz in your blog. I got the same results as you! I'm very surprised though, maybe i wasn't 100% honest with my answers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Ideal Relationship is Marriage&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyouridealrelationshipquiz/marriage.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You've dated enough to know what you want.And that's marriage - with the right person.You're serious about settling down some time soon.Even if you haven't met the person you want to get hitched to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyouridealrelationshipquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Ideal Relationship?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-113186924454972208?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113186924454972208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=113186924454972208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113186924454972208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113186924454972208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-getting-married.html' title='I&apos;m getting married?'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-113178308710794307</id><published>2005-11-12T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T16:11:27.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Headache!</title><content type='html'>Man my head is spinning, and my body's sore. Good one Rie, get beaten up two days before your first exam. I went to kung fu and sparred a guy a level below me. I guess having not much experience he didn't have control and he was pretty aggressive. His punches came hard and fast right into my head and face, my eyes were watering afterwards, lucky i didn't get a blood nose. To make matters worse when i got home Hwin was hitting me on the head constantly. Apparently i cheated in the card games we were playing. Esp the one where u gotta match the pairs, having my head bashed in how did she except me to remember where the cards were?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The death of that boy has finally sunken in. I saw the father, and his ex wife and daughter, they were all wearing sunglasses indoors. but i didn't let myself cry til i was in the car driving off. *sign*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone with a whip and cattle prod standing behind me to make me study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-113178308710794307?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113178308710794307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=113178308710794307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113178308710794307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113178308710794307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/11/headache.html' title='Headache!'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-113172513293889301</id><published>2005-11-12T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T00:05:32.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first stamp!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 144px; HEIGHT: 155px" height=192 alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b386/Li__Li/Picture3.jpg" width=212&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;I know exams are on Monday, but i went to an 18th for a hour tonight after church. Yes and this is my first stamp!!! It was at the breakwater tav in Hillarys. It was fun to see everyone again, and it was a good thing hardly anyone was drunk, even though they were drinking. My cheeks are all kissed out! everyone who i saw were giving me kisses :) i feel loved!!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;Although that was fun church was even better! We serve an awesome God!!! &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;On a sadder note someone else i kinda knew passed away. It seems like someone i know or am connected to in some way passes away every&amp;nbsp;few months. It all just goes over my head now. i feel so decensitised. or maybe i am just insensitive? cos i don't get so upset anymore. for me its just something that happens. i won'y cry unless someone else cries. or maybe it takes a while to sink in. The boy who passed away last night was only young, and it was in a car accident. he was the son of a friend of mine, and my friend has had such a hard life. Just think of the potential this person has in God, and if only they knew God. It's sad. Sorry i don't know how to put into words whats going through my head.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;Anyway i have to study. i've been procastinating so much. today i went to uni and spent $10 on photocopying (half of it borrowed from a friend, the other half my mum). i need a job. i might go night filler or something we'll see...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-113172513293889301?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113172513293889301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=113172513293889301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113172513293889301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113172513293889301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-first-stamp.html' title='My first stamp!!'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-113163760699562599</id><published>2005-11-10T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T23:46:47.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It slipped out</title><content type='html'>I should really watch what i say and think about each thing before i say it. Its a problem i've always had that sometimes gets me into a bit of trouble. Today at uni when i walked back to my car the car next to mine was parked soooooo close to the drivers side, prob a bit less than a footlong sub. (yum). (usually when i find myself in this situation i go in through the passenger side, except for one time it was both cars on either side so i went in through the boot). But this time i stood there muttering "you bastard, you don't deserve to drive a Honda!" and as soon as i said that i heard a guy come running from behind saying "sorry this is your car?" and he moved it for me. i felt really bad i hope he didn't hear my cursing :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-113163760699562599?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113163760699562599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=113163760699562599&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113163760699562599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113163760699562599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/11/it-slipped-out.html' title='It slipped out'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-113155074197908190</id><published>2005-11-09T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T23:57:53.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is my true potential?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5530/1233/1600/IMG_0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5530/1233/200/IMG_0023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5530/1233/1600/morning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5530/1233/320/morning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I walked to the beach again. I strolled&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5530/1233/1600/Picture%2014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5530/1233/200/Picture%2014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; up and down the coastline picking up beautiful shells along my way, bending down every few steps to view something special and unique, everything I looked at, i couldn't find the same thing anywhere else. God's creation is amazing, and every time I'm closer to nature i feel closer to God. I don't know why. I hope I'll never take anything for granted, it is such a blessing to live in Perth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;LAtely i've been confused as to who I am and what God wants me to do with my life. I still have doubts about my course, whether it is what he wants me to do. What are my gifts? I don't know what I'm passionate about and what my true gifts are. I've been good at everything i've ever tried out (except singing, not procrastinating and my current uni course). While some people might think that's pretty cool it kinda confuses me more as to what my gifts are. All i'm sure about is that I'm passionate about kung fu. Otherwise I don't know what i want to do with my life, i don't know what God wants to do with my life. Why don't i have any direction? maybe God has answered my prayers but i'm not listening? or haven't realised the answer. I quite envy the people who know exactly what their calling is and they have a life goal and direction. I guess this is rare with people my age but i do know a few, some even younger, and they seem like they got it all sorted out as they know where they are going.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile i'll just go with the flow and ask Him to help me make the right choices. I guess in time i would know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ON a different note. Here's a poem I wrote in yr 9. I used the metaphors of a violin and pyramid because he loved to play the violin, and pyramid, thats explained in the poem:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grandpa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He is an antique violin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With a hard outer casing, solid, rigid, firm, all for protecting what's within-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;An instrument so fragile, delicate, brittle and fine - to be handled with caution&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tough to play but when played with honour, precision and accuracy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He can be passionate, charming, agreeable, entirely delightful, gentle and pure, yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Melancholic, grievous, sombre, mournful, and filled with depression and woe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He is an authentic, a regarded original, made with emotion, eagerness, intensity and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;above all...love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Those who make an effort to listen to his silver-tone are filled with awe, admiration,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;fascination and sometimes infatuation-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For he is one of the most beautiful instruments in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He is an ancient pyramid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Timeworn, old, barren and dry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But still standing towering and mighty,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yet solitary and companionless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In his earlier life he'd been ill treated, abused, robbed and exploited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But many riches and kings have been laid in him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Which he tried to defend but all in vain...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He may be falling apart and feeble, abandoned, (his relations have departed,)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But he remains unforgotten -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And still one of the most beautiful wonders of the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My teacher took a copy of this poem for a young writers competition as well as publishing it in the school's magazine. The more i think about it the more this poem really reflects who my Grandfather was and his life. My grandfather passed away this year. Even though I could never hold a conversation with him, as we didn't speak the same language, and even though we lived in different countries, writing this poem made me feel closer to him. The power of words huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-113155074197908190?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113155074197908190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=113155074197908190&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113155074197908190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113155074197908190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-is-my-true-potential.html' title='What is my true potential?'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-113146175311184153</id><published>2005-11-08T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T23:01:42.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't choose the soup</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="6cef6b94"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New, Courier, mono;"&gt;This morning I was woken up by a huge burp from my sister. I reckon my sister could win a burping competition hands down. Last night, and a bit of today, we did nothing but hit each other's legs and butt, seeing who can make the loudest sound, and boy did it hurt, but we had so much fun we kept hitting each other. I realised today that that is the kinda thing guys do to show their love. Seriously are we sisters or brothers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New, Courier, mono;"&gt;I got a hair cut, it's short and i've got a fringe. still getting used to i&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was me few yrs ago:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 112px; HEIGHT: 168px" height="182" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b386/Li__Li/rie.jpg" width="112" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is me today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b386/Li__Li/Picture39.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family reckons i look younger now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We walked to the beach today. It was a beautiful day. We are so blessed to live in such a place as Perth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Exams in less than a week! :S&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-113146175311184153?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113146175311184153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=113146175311184153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113146175311184153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113146175311184153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/11/dont-choose-soup.html' title='Don&apos;t choose the soup'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-113109956141885730</id><published>2005-11-04T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T18:19:21.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home sweet home</title><content type='html'>I'm home! I miss home!&lt;br /&gt;When i got out of the car the first thing i smelt was curry! Then Pumpkin and I did our Friday thing that we do everytime I come home on Fridays. We sat in the garden and shared an ice cream. It's good to be home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-113109956141885730?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113109956141885730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=113109956141885730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113109956141885730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113109956141885730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/11/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home sweet home'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-113039498978150059</id><published>2005-10-27T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T14:36:29.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's celebrate Rie being on earth for 18 years!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my 18th birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the day i thanked God for 18 wonderful years of life, and even though i wasn't with him most of the time, he never left my side. how awesome is that?!&lt;br /&gt;Probably the one thing turning 18 did was remind me of how loved i am. So many loved ones called, emailed and msged me to wish me a happy birthday. Friends and family took me out and treated me!&lt;br /&gt;My friends at uni took me to the tav (just because i can go there now) and they bought me chips and lemon lime bitters. then we went to carosal and they bought me ice cream and paid for this dancing game thingy. At night my parents treated me to a nice italian dinner then took me to the casino (just because i can go there now). We took a pic with my phone of me giving the securtity guard my id but i pushed the wrong key so it didn't save which was a pity cos it was such a good photo. I didn't gamble much, so i didn't lose any money. But i did burn my tongue on the never ending free hot chocolate (which was the only stoopid thing i did on my 18th). But that's the main reason why we go to the casino, for the free drinks!&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of fun, and excused myself from all uni work for one day (although i still went to uni anyway). :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purpose Driven Life, daily devotional on my birthday:&lt;br /&gt;"Religion is a guy in church thinking about fishing. Spirituality is a guy out fishing thinking about God"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-113039498978150059?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113039498978150059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=113039498978150059&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113039498978150059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113039498978150059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/10/lets-celebrate-rie-being-on-earth-for.html' title='Let&apos;s celebrate Rie being on earth for 18 years!'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-113007344752104798</id><published>2005-10-23T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T21:17:27.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News!</title><content type='html'>Good news!&lt;br /&gt;We're not moving anymore!&lt;br /&gt;Good news!&lt;br /&gt;Another friend of mine came to church on Friday and is coming again!&lt;br /&gt;Good news!&lt;br /&gt;I had another kung fu demo yesterday, but i didn't know i was doing it til 10 mins b4 the demo and i haven't touched a sword in more than one and a half months but it was good, Claire and i did sword back to back and everyone cheered!&lt;br /&gt;Bad news...&lt;br /&gt;I'm sore&lt;br /&gt;Bad news...&lt;br /&gt;Two giant roaches at work last night. A girl and i spent 10 mins chasing them with brooms and mops while squeeling, as girls do.&lt;br /&gt;Good news!&lt;br /&gt;We killed them!&lt;br /&gt;Good news!&lt;br /&gt;I am loved!&lt;br /&gt;Good News!&lt;br /&gt;Jesus died for us and has set us free!&lt;br /&gt;That's the greatest news of all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-113007344752104798?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113007344752104798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=113007344752104798&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113007344752104798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/113007344752104798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/10/good-news.html' title='Good News!'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-112981540861794180</id><published>2005-10-20T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T22:03:40.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Racism</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my mum went to a meeting and told me of this couple she spoke to, or someone who knew this couple, i can't remember. This couple lives along West Coast highway and are white, and they have adopted three black children, two aboriginal and one jamaican. the oldest son (who's an aborignal) just turned 19 and is the sweetest, nicest, very meek and mild-mannered child they have. the second is an aborignal girl (who's apparently not very nice) and the third is a ten yr old jamaican.&lt;br /&gt;Recently the oldest celebrated his 19th birthday, just down the road from where they lived. After the night he walked home and his friend offered him a lift but he declined as he was nearly at his house anyway. While walking home five english teenagers who have just moved to Perth, (three boys and two girls, one who was just expelled from st marys) got out of their car and threated him with a screw driver and asked him to fight them. When he refused they beat him up and ran over him with their car. He was killed on his 19th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I felt a lot of anger and i actually cried when i heard this. Why are people so racist, that the hatred inside causes them to kill a fellow human being? Didn't these teenagers feel any sense of guilt or thought what they were doing was wrong? Why did they kill him?&lt;br /&gt;This family had experienced racism throughout their lives. Once when the 10 yr old jamaican was at Karrinyup shopping centre with his white cousin, a man drove past them with his wife and two kids in the car, and he wound down his window and spat at the boy.&lt;br /&gt;Also when these children were young their white adopted mother used to push them around in prams and people in shopping centres would spit at her too.&lt;br /&gt;They say Australia is a multicultural country. This is true in a sense there is a diversity in cultures but that doesn't mean they are all accepted. I never realised the extent of racism and how prevalent it is in our everyday lives. Although come to think about it, people were racist to me in school when i first came to the country, but lately i haven't had any personal encounters with racism, or maybe i just don't notice them?&lt;br /&gt;Why is there so much hatred in this world? Why are people racist?&lt;br /&gt;I love what Marian (rianm.blogspot.com) did on her free dress day. She took a stand against racism and wore a shirt with anti-racist slogans written on them (hope she has pics on her blog).&lt;br /&gt;Racism is everywhere and needs to be abolished! although in this world there will always be&lt;br /&gt;racist people. Why can't everyone accept everyone?&lt;br /&gt;I guess everything comes down to people needing God's love. Everyone has God's love, he loves everyone but they need to know it's there and accept it, and allow his love to manefest in them so that they may love others as well. Thank God for his love.&lt;br /&gt;Any thoughts or opinions on racism please let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-112981540861794180?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112981540861794180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=112981540861794180&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112981540861794180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112981540861794180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/10/racism.html' title='Racism'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-112947903669146408</id><published>2005-10-16T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T00:19:25.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy happy birthday, may all your dreams come true! We celebrate your birthday, so we can party too, Hey!!!</title><content type='html'>Happy 7th Birthday Sunset Coast! Today our church celebrated its 7th b'day, it was awesome! i never actually thought how cool it is that we're 7 and we got to where we are now. even though i havent been there for long i'm soooo happy that i am able to grow with it and be involved as we move to the next season God's got for us. the anticipation!!! the excitement!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was my 18th b'day party (although i dont turn 18 til the 26th). and i was very blessed to have shared it with a good friend of mine from church. but lots of stuff was happening that night so only half the people we invited turned up, but we still had a blast! i love the people God's put in my life. i am very thankful for my parents and all they have done for me, and my family and friends. although i warned dad in front of everyone 'no dirty jokes' in his speech but... oh well... I feel really bad in my short speech i forgot to thank God for the wonderful night, and for 18 wonderful yrs of my life, and how everything gets better and better each yr. the whole night went smoothly and i'm sure everyone had fun. and may i say, i looked absolutely stunning!!! :) and i got a birthday ride on my friend's scooter! i sooo want a motorbike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately lots of people have been blessing me with flowers. its a very nice simple gesture and it means a lot to me and im starting to wanna be a bit more girlie, (but that takes effort)...&lt;br /&gt;usually its something small like a rose, or carnation or orchid, but they're all lovely and reminds me of the beautiful things God creates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nowadays i feel bit more confident in spreading the word about God, standing up for what i believe in and inviting friends to church. thank you Ruth for praying for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now if i were to describe myself i would say i am a little bundle of joy! i know thats what u call babies but its what i feel like right now. and that maybe the reason why i attract certain people, like at church or uni, is because they need joy in their lives. they need to be loved and appreciated. That's where God comes in. hopefully his light will shine through me and i will be able to be a good friend and let people know our creator and his love for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uni work is piling up so i wont be blogging for a while. gonna start being a good little hermit. got to go clean my room. it's full of presents and wrapping paper :) one of my guys friends got me a top! im just surprised cos no guy has ever bought me clothing before, he has good taste and it fitted well. and i got lots of jewelry which im wearing now, a sponge bob sandwich holder WOO! and lots of other things. and my dear cousin bought me an octopus money box. its so cute. in loving memory of Dustin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-112947903669146408?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112947903669146408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=112947903669146408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112947903669146408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112947903669146408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-happy-birthday-may-all-your.html' title='Happy happy birthday, may all your dreams come true! We celebrate your birthday, so we can party too, Hey!!!'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-112878604438833842</id><published>2005-10-08T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T23:40:44.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smack 'em!</title><content type='html'>Like Pastor G said, when someone upsets you, it takes 42 muscles to frown but only four to smack them in the head. On another note i gave my friend a concussion on wednesday night. So to those who are even thinking of posting one of those annoying ads in my comments...beware!!! Don't do it!!! If you do it to this post you really smell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back from spending nearly two hours at an 18th. there's a limit to a conversation u can have with a drunk person. thank God i went home early.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-112878604438833842?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112878604438833842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=112878604438833842&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112878604438833842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112878604438833842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/10/smack-em.html' title='Smack &apos;em!'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-112870210629371617</id><published>2005-10-08T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T00:21:46.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREE</title><content type='html'>As usual, i love church! and God for putting me in a church like sunset coast. church is always what i look forward to in the weekend and it keeps me going and gets me through the week. this week was a bit, well not exactly down but a bit meh... but after church tonight, right now i feel so liberated and FREE! Tonight was a good night. i wore a really nice top and every single person i met commented (positively) on it and quite a lot of people stroked it. so i was being stroked all night while receiving compliments :P also we met some new ppl, two very nice (good looking may i add) guys. and one of them was very asianized (is that such a word?) i was very impressed. If i was blind i prob would've thought he was actually chinese.&lt;br /&gt;we're having a bit of problems with organising mine and miriam's 18th party. pray the Lord will help us sort it out. and provide us with two free licensed bouncers otheriwse we'll have to cancel the party....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-112870210629371617?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112870210629371617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=112870210629371617&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112870210629371617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112870210629371617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/10/free.html' title='FREE'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-112857347974698097</id><published>2005-10-06T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T12:37:59.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Multicultural week 3-7oct</title><content type='html'>Apparently this week is multicultural week. i was handed a lil packet of m&amp;m's with a lil note saying:&lt;br /&gt;Colourful days&lt;br /&gt;We may look different on the outside,&lt;br /&gt;But we're all the same on the inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't that the truth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-112857347974698097?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112857347974698097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=112857347974698097&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112857347974698097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112857347974698097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/10/multicultural-week-3-7oct.html' title='Multicultural week 3-7oct'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-112849597369168915</id><published>2005-10-05T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T15:06:13.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;These are all real. i love flowers and taking close up pics of them&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b386/Li__Li/105-0596_AUT.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b386/Li__Li/104-0479_AUT.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112849597369168915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/10/flowers.html' title='Flowers'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-112849531709428155</id><published>2005-10-05T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T14:55:17.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Achoo!</title><content type='html'>Right before i began typing this i had a sneezing fit. sneezed like 20 times :S No one said bless you :( i'm at uni at the mo :). hee hee felt like usuing facial expressions :P Haven't been getting much sleep recently. maybe 10 hours in the last 3 nights. oops i just sneezed again just then. but yeah it was embarassing because yesterday at uni my friend was talking to me and explainging what we needed to do for our assignment and i fell asleep right there and then in the middle of her talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;we just moved back to Bentley cos uni's started and i'm starting to miss everyone, esp my Pumpkin!!! and im still mourning my octopus! i think i'm gonna go nap in my car. i have to wait til 5 for my cousin to finish...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-112849531709428155?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112849531709428155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=112849531709428155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112849531709428155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112849531709428155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/10/achoo.html' title='Achoo!'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-112827154393894221</id><published>2005-10-02T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T00:45:43.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears, fears, lost, peace and "the clappy song"</title><content type='html'>Lately, esp the last few days, stuff has been very full on and confusing and upsetting, but God is great and takes our burdens away from us and today he has given me such a huge sense of peace in my life and provided me with exactly what i needed to overcome. Going to church made me feel a lot better, and after that some friends from church asked me to hang out with them for lunch, and although they don't know it, it was exactly what i needed and it meant a lot to me. i just felt like skipping and twirling around which is a big change from all the tears shed b4. thank God for the people he has put in my life. Just like the "clappy song" (as Pastor G. likes to call it) PRAISE THE LORD!&lt;br /&gt;i was quite sad last night cos Dustin passed away yesterday morning (won't go into the details now, maybe another post) and i was really attached to him and very fond of him. he's buried under the peach tree with a white lily on his grave. just as he was starting to get tame and friendly and have fun with me :( another sad thing was my relatives who came to visit from Singapore left last night, and i really miss them. also another friend of mine is leaving Perth for a few yrs.&lt;br /&gt;Right now i feel a lot better than i have in recent days. i can rest my head on my pillow at night with a smile before i close my eyes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something i've really been wondering about, if u met God, would you bow down before him or give him a big hug?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-112827154393894221?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112827154393894221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=112827154393894221&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112827154393894221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112827154393894221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/10/tears-fears-lost-peace-and-clappy-song.html' title='Tears, fears, lost, peace and &quot;the clappy song&quot;'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-112798466902746905</id><published>2005-09-29T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T17:04:29.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes what you're looking for is closer than you think</title><content type='html'>What's happened since i last blogged?&lt;br /&gt;Dustin has been tamed to eat from chopsticks&lt;br /&gt;i got another speeding fine (i better not say how many i've got or how many points i have left)&lt;br /&gt;my relatives came over, now there's 8 ppl living in my house, its noisy&lt;br /&gt;my lil boy stinky is growing up! he's finished school, getting his license, applying for uni etc. sniff&lt;br /&gt;i went to the royal show on monday night and got pink fluffy bunny ears&lt;br /&gt;went to fremantle yesterday to do door knock surveys (yuk yuk!)&lt;br /&gt;went to club 180 last night and had a great time&lt;br /&gt;nearly ran over a kid on a bike today :( but he's ok, my car is scratched, (even more so)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-112798466902746905?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112798466902746905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=112798466902746905&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112798466902746905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112798466902746905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/09/sometimes-what-youre-looking-for-is.html' title='Sometimes what you&apos;re looking for is closer than you think'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-112744851823998706</id><published>2005-09-23T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T17:18:01.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The word of the week has been Evangalism. Pastor G spoke about it on Sunday, we talked about it in Culture group on Tuesday, and i went around uni doing it on thursday. Lately God has been giving me many opportunities to tell his word to ppl and invite friends to church. i just hope i'll let him use me to my fullest potential. Going around uni and listening to friends and people around you talking about their (mis)conceptions of Christianity and what they believe in, it really does sadden me. I know a saviour in Lord Jesus Christ who is full of unconditional love for every single person and I want to introduce every single person I meet to him.&lt;br /&gt;On thursday i was going around uni surveying ppl about their beliefs, eg. do they believe in God, whats this God like, who do they think Jesus is, is God relevant to their everyday life etc. (cant remember all the Q's, there were only 7) and it surprised me how so many ppl were completely off the mark. what i found was that most ppl believed in a God, but that's it. that's as far as it goes. and what really irked me was that most ppl thought God was "an impersonal force".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sadder note a guy at kung fu got his car stolen. it was parked right outside the school in a well lit area so when u poke your head out the door u can see it straight away. to make it worse it was actually his mate's car, and to top it off, his dog was in there. and that wasn't all that happened to him, earlier that day his car caught on fire so he borrowed his mate's car, then he was involved in a car accident and was late for kung fu, then his mates car got stolen with his dog in it. the look on his face was really, um, i can't think of the word for it, but it was like he was about to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't been blogging for a while cos of no access to the net and lots of work to do. haven't been talking care of myself. eating up to 5 chocolate bars a day :S i get next week off uni so i'll be back on track then.&lt;br /&gt;octopus update: still hiding&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-112744851823998706?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112744851823998706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=112744851823998706&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112744851823998706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112744851823998706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/09/word-of-week-has-been-evangalism.html' title=''/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-112704212990212110</id><published>2005-09-18T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T19:15:29.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY Baby Octopus!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b386/Li__Li/octopus.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Finally i got a pic of my octopus to post on here! its not a very good photo cos Dustin's a lil shy as he is still young and doesn't know how to pose for pics, he's all curled up here. Marian named him "Dustin" because it means "fighter" or "strength", which suits him because he's survived through so much and he's all alive still.&amp;nbsp; can't wait to start teaching him to open bottles and play with lego, they're smart lil buggers. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Here's an email my mum's cousin sent me when i told her i got an octopus. She's a passionate Christian lawyer in Singapore with a twisted, cynical, sarcastic sense of humour which i love:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;how creepy. does it&amp;nbsp;glow in dark and spew ink in the water killing off&amp;nbsp;all the rest of the inhabitants&amp;nbsp;in the tank like the&amp;nbsp;friendly&amp;nbsp;creature it is known to be?&amp;nbsp;you becoming a creepo keeping such an ugly thing like this&amp;nbsp;ink-squirt ? you one of those weird ones who go around campus wearing thick black eye liner and long black dresses looking like a member of Adams Family? &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;i think your bambi belongs&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;a sushi restaurant.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;from your loving aunt&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;*muah*&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-112704212990212110?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112704212990212110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=112704212990212110&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112704212990212110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112704212990212110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-baby-octopus.html' title='MY Baby Octopus!!!'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-112643403448373451</id><published>2005-09-11T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T18:20:34.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick, got it from my sister. sharing is caring</title><content type='html'>Lately i've been sick and staying in bed, and i have a load of uni work to do so i won't be blogging for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Today we had our first home open. I guess its confirmed we're moving.&lt;br /&gt;At church we had a brillilant speaker called J john from the uk. unfortunately i only stayed for the first service and had work after, but i ended up leaving work early to go home and sleep cos i didn't feel to well. dinner calls...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-112643403448373451?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112643403448373451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=112643403448373451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112643403448373451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112643403448373451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/09/sick-got-it-from-my-sister-sharing-is.html' title='sick, got it from my sister. sharing is caring'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-112616392604421028</id><published>2005-09-07T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T15:19:37.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh where oh where did my contact lens go? Oh where oh where can it be?</title><content type='html'>I’m typing these posts on my mum’s laptop in my lil Bentley unit and will post them online the next day at uni. I was just about to go to sleep, I had turned off the laptop and everything but I had to come back on to type up this post. I have these contact lenses that I wear at night when I sleep. Each night before bed I put them on and while I’m sleeping they do something to my eyes so when I wake up and take them off the next day I can see clearly. Tonight the cap on one of the lenses was so tight when I tried to take it off I ended up flipping its contents on the other side of the bathroom and dropping the rest of the case in the sink. Admin the contents were some liquid and my right contact lens. I couldn’t find the lens in the sink, or anywhere near where the liquid was spilt. Also, it wasn’t helpful that our bathroom mats are purple and my lens is purple too. Throughout the whole time I was searching something kept telling me “stop searching, pray, and ask God where it is.” And I kept thinking “no its ok I’ll find it,” which I did not. Finally after a minute or two I got on my knees on a bathroom mat on the opposite side of the room where the liquid was split, (which was where I expected it to be found), and I prayed. I told God I was going to have faith in him and asked him to show me where my lens was (a replacement lens costs nearly $400 so I was pretty desperate). I then thanked him in advance for helping me find my lens. As soon as I said amen and opened my eyes I looked at the mat I was kneeling on. It was very unlikely that the lens would be on it. But I looked to my right and sure enough it was right next to me. It stood out and was made very clear. I then prayed again thanking God for showing me I can trust in him and have faith in him, even in the little things. Thanking him for being with me. He really is amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-112616392604421028?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112616392604421028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=112616392604421028&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112616392604421028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112616392604421028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/09/oh-where-oh-where-did-my-contact-lens.html' title='Oh where oh where did my contact lens go? Oh where oh where can it be?'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-112616388683038048</id><published>2005-09-07T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T15:18:06.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m a tiger, hear me roar</title><content type='html'>Tonight was the first time in kung fu I sparred some guys. Usually I spar with my good friend (who’s a girl) and we full on go at it and bash each other up, but with the guys it was different. I guess because it was my first time I was a bit shy so I wasn’t going full on into it. Then Marco, the guy who was taking my class, (the one Hwin described as “he has a lot of meat on him,” hahaha Hwin you’re so funny) told me not to hold back (and at one point “be a tiger”). It was then at that point, after he said “don’t hold back” and before I got punched in the head for losing my concentration in my train of thought, I realised, that is exactly what I’m doing. I am holding back. In certain areas of my life and faith, I am holding back. I’m not stepping out in faith as I am supposed to do. I should not hold back. I should let go of everything and give it all to Him. I should have faith and stop doubting. I need not hold back. I need to let go of everything and give it all to him. I need to have faith and stop doubting. I need to be a tiger and hunt God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-112616388683038048?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112616388683038048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=112616388683038048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112616388683038048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112616388683038048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-tiger-hear-me-roar.html' title='I’m a tiger, hear me roar'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-112608185509092045</id><published>2005-09-07T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T16:30:55.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;My beautiful cat&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b386/Li__Li/105-0513_AUT.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;My lil cousin&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b386/Li__Li/ValdisPenguins.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-112608185509092045?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112608185509092045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=112608185509092045&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112608185509092045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112608185509092045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/09/cute.html' title='Cute'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-112608146231563459</id><published>2005-09-07T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T16:24:22.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain. Today.</title><content type='html'>Today's weather pretty much sums up what many of my friends are feeling. i want to be able to give them the love and support and care that they have given me.&lt;br /&gt;Today im at uni. i walked through the cold rain getting very wet and feeling very hungry, but with my last $ spent on photocopying and printing, i couldn't afford any lunch. still it felt nice walking in the rain. washes my troubles away.&lt;br /&gt;Today i want to thank my friends, and most of all my God who has put them in my life. ive been going through a weird time recently, and i've had a lot of love and support and care from my friends. God spoke through some and told me exactly what i needed to hear while others were there to hear me and let me talk, so i got the best of both worlds in a sense. thank you to all who have put up with me. thank you for your phone calls and comfort and concern. may God bless you all today (and for the rest of your lives).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think i'll go home now, i am very hungry and cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-112608146231563459?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112608146231563459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=112608146231563459&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112608146231563459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112608146231563459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/09/rain-today.html' title='Rain. Today.'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-112590520237203941</id><published>2005-09-05T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T15:26:42.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken</title><content type='html'>I am totally embarassed and disgusted at myself, i wouldn't be surprised if God decided to reject me now, i haven't be running to him in my troubles and i have not spent much time with him. For one night and day i went back to my old self. i'd rather not go into details of what i did and why, but last night and today i was (and prob still am) very selfish and immature. I do not deserve God's mercy, grace or forgiveness. i have been making a big deal out of nothing to the extent that im crying and sobbing and wailing and even at one point screaming. even on my brother's 21st b'day party which was last night (though i didn't scream then). i got a blood nose after crying for a good few minutes so at least i could use that for an alibi for staying in the bathroom so long. got blood on the floor and pants though, am thinking maybe getting punched in the face wasnt such a good idea after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm back at uni now and won't be able to blog much. im a mess at the mo. i can't remember the last time i felt so angry and upset and sad that i would scream and cry etc. and yell at God. i really need him right now, i've been such a bad child God help me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-112590520237203941?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112590520237203941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=112590520237203941&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112590520237203941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112590520237203941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/09/broken.html' title='Broken'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-112575692474688503</id><published>2005-09-03T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T22:15:24.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ring</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;Another one of my rings broke this week. actually the first one was bent out of shape cos it got caught on my top when i was giving someone a preview of my demo then the second one broke tonight.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b386/Li__Li/Picture35.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;This is my promise ring to God and i wear, or at least wore it on my wedding finger until it broke. it was actually fake but beautiful and i wouldnt mind a real ring like that. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=justify&gt;tonight was real fun, marian and i baked muffins for special dads tomorrow and she baked a chocolate cake for me! one of the best chocoalte cakes ever, an old family receipe of hers. i had a lot of fun today. i enjoyed the demos and sparring. i felt special being the only blue sash girl there (all the others were guys and u had to be red brown or black, so actually i wasnt supposed to demo cos im not advanced enough, but they wanted a girl, meeee!) i'm also good friends with most of the guys there, kinda like my older brothers (who happen to like beating me up :p) so it was great seeing everyone together and even those who i hardly get to see. and few good friends came and supported me (thanks everyone! including my chauffuer!) even some who i didnt expect to come did. though most had trouble looking for the place, sorry guys! misleading directions!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-112575692474688503?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112575692474688503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=112575692474688503&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112575692474688503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112575692474688503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/09/ring.html' title='Ring'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-112574386469957758</id><published>2005-09-03T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T18:37:44.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody is kung fu fighting!</title><content type='html'>I had my demo today! I was sooooooooo nervous and my heart was beating really fast, and it was my first time as well. Was praying lots lol. Thankfully  it went well, i did stuff up but i guess u couldnt tell. I looked so cute and out of place too, being the only girl there. a small lil chinese girl with her hair in buns, surrounded by all these big guys :)&lt;br /&gt;Right now im marian's house meant to be doing hw. we;re baking tonight, im excited!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-112574386469957758?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112574386469957758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=112574386469957758&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112574386469957758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112574386469957758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/09/everybody-is-kung-fu-fighting.html' title='Everybody is kung fu fighting!'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-112559362012488614</id><published>2005-09-02T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T00:53:40.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>charlie and the chocolate factory</title><content type='html'>just came back from seeing charlie and the chocolate factory. cute movie. willy wonka's cool. i feel a bit better now. i dont know why i should be sad about such a little thing anyway. its not confirmed that we're moving but im acting like we already have. the anticipation is killing me, but at least im prepared for it, so i think. ive said this before but i'll say it again, its God's will, i'll do whatever he wants, i'l go where he wants me to go, i'll accept whatever comes my way. it may be hard but for God, anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went for a walk at the beach. actually i just walked to the beach and hung around ther while the sun set. tried practising some kung fu but the sand made it hard and i kept falling over. not sure if im ready for the demo this saturday, need to practise. but yeah i just walked around in silence and peace, trying to avoid getting wet, singing a few worship songs here and there. i love the ocean. many poets have written poems about the sea or beach. it has many metaphors, it is unpredictable, it can calm you and take away negative feelings. you can yell anything at it and it will take it all.its the place i go to when im feeling troubled and wanna spend time with God, away from ppl and distractions. just me and God and his beautiful creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I walk along a narrow ledge&lt;br /&gt;of sandstone at the water’s edge,&lt;br /&gt;and thought like water takes its own&lt;br /&gt;shape in the hollows of the mind"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Littoral by Gwen Harwood, a poem i studied at school&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-112559362012488614?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112559362012488614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=112559362012488614&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112559362012488614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112559362012488614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/09/charlie-and-chocolate-factory.html' title='charlie and the chocolate factory'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-112556514219446026</id><published>2005-09-01T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T16:59:02.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears</title><content type='html'>Well the last two days i have been crying, which is the first time in a long time, cos lately i've been so happy with life and what God has given me, but i guess a rollercoaster has got to come down sometime. I guess what ive been crying about may not be such a big deal (oh great i've started again)... i could be moving again. to Mt pleasant, a long way off. the only advantage being the location cos its close to uni and mum's business. the disvantages? lots. i'm in love with the northern suburbs, its where my church, my friends (and work i guess) are. its where my life is, where my heart is. it's not confirmed yet, it all depends whether we sell our current house. which is absolutely beautiful and big and in a perfect location (to me that is). the other one we're lookin at is older and not as nice.&lt;br /&gt;i've just been telling God it's whatever he wants, ill go along with it, ill do what he wants me to do, even though it still hurts, even though i wil cry a lot im still gonna accept what comes along.  "Naked came I out of my mother's womb, and naked shall I return thither: the LORD gave, and the LORD hath taken away; blessed be the name of the LORD" job 1:21.&lt;br /&gt;just as i felt i really belong here i might be moving again, we'll see how things go... its in your hands now God, and i shouldnt worry.&lt;br /&gt;need to go to a friends place and lend them some christian cds, they are curious about it. then i need a walk and to spend some time with God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-112556514219446026?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112556514219446026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=112556514219446026&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112556514219446026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112556514219446026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/09/tears.html' title='Tears'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-112550382069182837</id><published>2005-08-31T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T23:57:00.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch</title><content type='html'>Maybe it wasn't a good idea to train twice yesterday. butt's sore, legs sore, face sore, bruised, bleeding (stab wound from sword). on a happier note i banged on the drums, first time i've done that in a long time. wish i knew how to play well. had family dinner. great japanese food am very hyper from it, ate too much though.&lt;br /&gt;went to uni today, christian meeting discussing the da vinci code. one of the guys there is v. cute! he's gonna be the commitee president. i need to smack myself and say NO!&lt;br /&gt;my favourite joke of the day:&lt;br /&gt;"why did the pony cough?"&lt;br /&gt;"it was a little horse"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-112550382069182837?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112550382069182837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=112550382069182837&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112550382069182837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112550382069182837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/08/ouch.html' title='Ouch'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-112549919446988977</id><published>2005-08-31T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T22:39:54.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally loaded up photos from New Zealand</title><content type='html'>New Zealand is the most beautiful place in the world!!! these are a few photos but we ahve lots more!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b386/Li__Li/105-0530_AUT.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b386/Li__Li/105-0528_AUT.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b386/Li__Li/105-0527_AUT.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b386/Li__Li/105-0526_AUT.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b386/Li__Li/105-0525_AUT.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b386/Li__Li/105-0524_AUT.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b386/Li__Li/105-0523_AUT.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b386/Li__Li/105-0522_AUT.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b386/Li__Li/105-0521_AUT.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b386/Li__Li/105-0520_AUT.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-112549919446988977?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112549919446988977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=112549919446988977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112549919446988977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112549919446988977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/08/finally-loaded-up-photos-from-new.html' title='Finally loaded up photos from New Zealand'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-112541601012054690</id><published>2005-08-30T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T23:42:22.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blood nooose</title><content type='html'>well i tried to work off the large amounts of cake and chocolate from last night (and the waffles and ice cream and cookies and chocolate from today), so i went to kung fu twice today. morning, and night, then to studio (youth group) after. in the second session i sparred and got punched in the face and got a blood nose. my first one! it was a pain to clean up all the blood on the bathroom floor though. now its starting to hurt, bit of face ache (not headache cos its my face that hurts). been punched in the head too many times....am i getting slow?&lt;br /&gt;tonight they talked about giving. and my experience is that since i started seriously giving, like from the heart, life has become so much better! even though im poor but who cares! God always provides!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-112541601012054690?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112541601012054690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=112541601012054690&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112541601012054690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112541601012054690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/08/blood-nooose.html' title='blood nooose'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-112537808852121551</id><published>2005-08-30T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T13:01:28.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate!</title><content type='html'>Last night i attended a God's girls event called "challenges, changes, choices and CHOCOLATE!"&lt;br /&gt;and yes it included all of the above, esp. chocolate! (and no im not gonna say how much cake and chocolate i ate otherwise ppl would think me a pig)&lt;br /&gt;i love these women's events!&lt;br /&gt;one thing that really got to me wasn't actually the messages, it was during praise and worship, just out of the blue a lil voice said to me "this is where you belong" and i got such a sense of belonging, that sunset coast is where im meant to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-112537808852121551?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112537808852121551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=112537808852121551&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112537808852121551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112537808852121551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/08/chocolate.html' title='Chocolate!'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-112515310705886045</id><published>2005-08-27T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T22:39:43.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love is in the air!</title><content type='html'>i feel nothing but love right now! love for God, for my family and friends, for life and all that has been given to me. love love love!!!&lt;br /&gt;today i waitressed at a wedding, love!!! i love weddings! i nearly cried, it was beautiful, even though i have never met the bride or groom before, they were gorgeous! and in love! i felt so happy for them.&lt;br /&gt;at night i went to an asian dinner and loved the ppl there. it was all good food and good times. and i found out a friend of mine is not single anymore! (God bless you anna!)&lt;br /&gt;plus this morning another friend whom i spent all day with at the wedding and dinner burnt me a cd with nothing but sloppy love songs. (thank you marian!) so right now im in such a sloppy romantic loving mood. im high on love! lovey dopey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;city to surf tomorrow...gotta get some zzzs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-112515310705886045?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112515310705886045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=112515310705886045&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112515310705886045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112515310705886045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/08/love-is-in-air.html' title='love is in the air!'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-112511070937606308</id><published>2005-08-27T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T10:57:15.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am 17 going on 18....</title><content type='html'>yes i am 17 going on 18... and i am scared! i like being 17, i feel very young and carefree, and i feel like im not ready to turn 18!!! freaking out here!!! even though i don't turn 18 til late october but im doing a combined b'day party with a friend so i have to plan it now.... don't mind my ramblings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was an awesome night at church! The whole church spent the whole night in praise and worship and prayer, and even when i got home i was in still in a spirit of worship i couldn't stop praising Him! God is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More good news! (God's grace never ceases!) In one weekend God gave me wonderful opportunities! When i took my cousin shopping for his new marine fish tank, in one of the shops i bumped into a girl whom i haven't seen for nearly 10 yrs! we used to go to the same chuch when we were very young and she didn't go to church anymore, so io invited her to sunset coast and she seemed really interested. few days later i bumped into her again at uni. God-incidence? and she came to church last night, liked it and is coming again next week :) (and on monday to the God's girls event). then on the same weekend a girl at work was asking me about church. a friend of mine from church worked with us for a couple of shifts and explained christianity to her. this was a few months ago (thank you colin for planting the seed!). she had never been to chuch before and was interested so on the weekend while i was working she came into work and asked me about it so i gave her the address and service times, so hopefully......no wait...she'll definately be coming! Praise God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-112511070937606308?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112511070937606308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=112511070937606308&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112511070937606308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112511070937606308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-am-17-going-on-18.html' title='I am 17 going on 18....'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-112487080727112313</id><published>2005-08-24T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T16:06:47.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alcohol</title><content type='html'>alcohol - an issue that i've felt strongly about quite recently. since God opened my eyes i don't understand the fun in alcohol anymore. i have seen so many families lives been torn apart by this drink. nothing good ever comes out of it. not only is it damaging for our health but it causes social problems as well. what i really don't get is ppl who get drunk, end up feeling sick and in bed with a person they would never consider if they were sober, and they keep doing it saying its fun. "it's fun to throw up! it's fun to forget everything you did last night! it's fun to act like a complete idiot and do things you wouldn't noramlly do", what's scary is that a certain drink can make your do all this! But the one thing has has been bugging me is a friend of mine. Her father was an alcoholic and passed away last yr when we were in the beginning of yr 12, and yet she would still go out on weekends and drink. i know she doesn't always get drunk and she's never thrown up b4 and sees it as 'harmless drinking', but the thing that keeps running through my head, something i've always wanted to say, is that "the same stuff she is putting into her body is the same stuff that killed her father." (there, finally i have said it...) it makes no sense!!! it's pointless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-112487080727112313?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112487080727112313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=112487080727112313&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112487080727112313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112487080727112313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/08/alcohol.html' title='alcohol'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-112453260335080490</id><published>2005-08-20T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T18:10:03.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christians at uni, and eyelashes</title><content type='html'>Finally i've met some ppl at uni who are christians. During the week i miss hanging out with fellow christians and i can't speak to my friends cos i don't have a phone line. so i went along to a christian meeting at uni on wednesday, then on thursday night my sis and i hung out at the guy who runs the meetings place where lots of ppl came for pizza and gelato. then a girl showed us some pictures of when she went to africa. it was a very humbling experience. like when they built an orphanage for the children, it was just a small concrete room and they all got so excited when they entered it they spontaneously danced about. they all look so skinny too! really makes you appreciate what we have here, and realise how blessed we are. it was great seeing how God is moving through Africa, though we really need to pray for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a random thought, i've noticed that i lose a lot of eyelashes and they usually get stuck in my eyes and most of the time i dont get them out, so i reckon that the bags under my eyes are the eyelashes collecting up...good theory or what? :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-112453260335080490?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112453260335080490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=112453260335080490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112453260335080490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112453260335080490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/08/christians-at-uni-and-eyelashes.html' title='Christians at uni, and eyelashes'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-112427094048002917</id><published>2005-08-17T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T17:29:00.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teenage Non-mutant Kung Fu Rie</title><content type='html'>only have a few min but got good news...&lt;br /&gt;my knug fu school is holding a sparring extravaganza on sept 3 where theyll have sparring and knug fu demos, and yours truly has been asked to demostrate sword :)&lt;br /&gt;im very excited and nervous! besides my masters daughter i might be the only girl demostrating. im allowed to chicken out if i dont feel im ready but the more i think about it the more i wanna do it. its gonna be hard and im doing extra practise. right now im wondering how i am going to do my hair :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-112427094048002917?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112427094048002917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=112427094048002917&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112427094048002917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112427094048002917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/08/teenage-non-mutant-kung-fu-rie.html' title='Teenage Non-mutant Kung Fu Rie'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-112368793682416233</id><published>2005-08-10T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T23:32:16.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mum</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since i've blogged. i've been at uni and living at my other house that has no computer and phone line.&lt;br /&gt;There is something in the air tonight. I don't know what it is but nature is truly amazing. If only i could get a picture of it, but the moon is red and in a perfect cresent shape angled so it looks like a smile, like the cat from alice in wonderland. it was also foggy and the whole atmosphere was very beautiful! something has changed tonight, i don't know what but we'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight i went to club 180. It's something God's been bugging me to do and to finish. He's also been bugging a good friend of mine to get me to go, so i went tonight and bought her along. It was good tonight, some questions i've often pondered about were answered, except "why do men have nipples" lol that one hasn't crossed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;A certain verse really got me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths&lt;br /&gt;proverbs 3:5-6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if i have read it before but it really is awesome! i reckon it's the kinda verse i could wake up to and be the first thing i read everyday. (plus lots of others, hey the whole bibles good)&lt;br /&gt;Just those few words tell me how to live and what to do. they also encourage and convict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently quite a lot of friends have had heavy burdens weighing them down. I seem to be one of the few with no issues at the mo. Since I started walking with Him He has kept me happy. I'm not sure if i've said this before but i guess there always needs to be one person without burdens to be there for those who do. But after a while it starts to take it's toll on me. especially since i guess i'm pretty compassionate it does get to me. when i see other cry i have to cry. i can't help it, even if its a movie and someone's crying i'll cry. when they're happy i'll be happy. i guess it's like it says in the bible rejoice when others rejoice and weep when they weep (something along those lines, please correct me if i'm wrong).&lt;br /&gt;But still at uni the other day i couldn't concentrate cos of what was hurting my friend was hurting me i was very distracted. you really gotta admire those people who counsel on a regular basis, esp those who volunteer. it really takes a strong person to do that i reckon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my mum's b'day. i got her lovely white water lilies. apparently they were the flowers her mum got married with, and this was the first time she's been given them. God bless her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-112368793682416233?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112368793682416233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=112368793682416233&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112368793682416233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112368793682416233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-birthday-mum.html' title='Happy Birthday Mum'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-112282206719657515</id><published>2005-07-31T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T23:01:07.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to bed...</title><content type='html'>Last day of thy freedom. Uni starts tomorrow, and I need zzz! had a pretty full on weekend, with plenty of eating out!&lt;br /&gt;Worked yesterday morning and had Japanese lunch with some friends in the city, then last night I went round someone's to play poker (my first time ever), after church today we went out for a family lunch followed by a friend's birthday dinner. I'm starting to miss eating at home, plus it's really becoming unhealthy. On Friday night I slept with Mum cos Dad's still in Malaysia for grandpa's funeral, and I was told that I slept talked a lot and at one stage got up out of bed. I also have had a lot of dreams recently, most of which i can't remember. Mum reckons I have a lot on my mind and it's pretty unsettled. Some things have been unsettling lately. Mostly to do with people who are close to me. I'm too exhausted to tell now though, I stayed up all night reading a book my friend wrote and didn't sleep til 3.30am.  Gotta leave at 6.40am tomorrow...Off to Bed....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-112282206719657515?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112282206719657515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=112282206719657515&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112282206719657515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112282206719657515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/07/off-to-bed.html' title='Off to bed...'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-112262254227656380</id><published>2005-07-29T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T15:35:42.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photobucket</title><content type='html'>This is a test post from &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/"&gt;Photobucket.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-112262254227656380?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112262254227656380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=112262254227656380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112262254227656380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112262254227656380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/07/photobucket.html' title='Photobucket'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-112256166558235447</id><published>2005-07-28T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T22:51:54.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday 28th July</title><content type='html'>Well it's been an interesting last week of holidays. And I'm a bit disappointed I don't feel like I'm ready for uni but the time has come!!!&lt;br /&gt;I received a marriage proposal on Monday night at work. I called up an 20 yr old african guy and he couldn't speak good english so I couldn't understand him and he probably couldn't understand me. But he sounded serious and kept asking when he could see me and if we could get married and he gave me his mobile and asked me to call him. I spent so long trying to explain to him that my job was to call and book appointments and that I'll call back later to speak to his mum. Finally when I got to get off he said "i love you" before hanging up. It was so weird! Marriage proposals haven't happened in our workplace yet, we've had people asking us out for dinner or lunch but not for a trip down the altar! Anyway I passed his details on to another girl who was also from Africa but to our disappointment he didn't propose to her and I think she found out he has a partner or someone called Lucy.&lt;br /&gt;On tuesday i went to Sizzlers for lunch, and ate sooo much i felt sick and nearly threw up. bad!! and to think that lots of people can't even eat a bite a day. Blessed am i!&lt;br /&gt;On another note my friend has started a blog: Marian - &lt;a href="http://www.rianm.blogspot.com"&gt;www.rianm.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other friends who are bloggers: Anna annalyt.blogspot.com, Ruth ruthjanine.blogspot.com and Hwin hwin.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I made at least $400 at work. :D how sweet is God?! Giving me an opportunity to work at a high paying job with few friends from church, although they're getting tired of people from church cos we all can't work on friday or tuesday night :P&lt;br /&gt;Still not sure if I'm quitting or not, we'll see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-112256166558235447?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112256166558235447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=112256166558235447&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112256166558235447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112256166558235447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/07/thursday-28th-july.html' title='Thursday 28th July'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-112222484598201622</id><published>2005-07-25T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T01:07:25.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good friends, u gotta have them</title><content type='html'>What a weekend!!!&lt;br /&gt;Today at work at baskin robbins i was blessed. a customer gave me two tickets for the circus! can you believe it?! i've never been to the circus before and always wanted to go. thank God for always providing, even things i don't need :P i seriously don't deserve two free tickets for the circus. Then the girl next door from subway locked herself out and needed my help. So i finished at 11 instead of at 10.30. so it was an interesting night.&lt;br /&gt;have more to talk about but am tired. even punctuation ceases to exist. been so busy, havent had time to think about grandpa's passing away and feel sad. am i heartless?&lt;br /&gt; it's like 1am *yawn*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-112222484598201622?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112222484598201622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=112222484598201622&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112222484598201622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112222484598201622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/07/good-friends-u-gotta-have-them.html' title='Good friends, u gotta have them'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-112159898420964484</id><published>2005-07-17T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T19:38:36.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road side assistance, death, wrestling, sadness</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in a while as life is quite full on. But tonight I get a night off and thought I'll blog as yesterday was a weird day and blogging is theraputic.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was very eventful. I had work in the morning with Kristen and Brendan and on the way there Kristen was caught by a speed camera and was a bit distraught. At work I got some rude people and some who hung up on me, quite depressing job really. Then the three of us went to get sushi for lunch but when we got back to the car we realised that Kristen had left the keys in the ignition and we were locked out. We asked some passersby if they knew how to break into a car, they kinda did but suggested we call the RAC. As we sat and ate sushi while waiting for the RAC I got a call that my grandfather had passed away and that my dad was on the way to the airport. So I had my lil cry there in the car park.&lt;br /&gt;At night I went to the EPW (explosive pro wrestling). I didn't feel like going but I promised some friends that I would go and I had bought one of their tickets for their birthday anyway. It was really violent. I have seen WWE on tv before and violent movies and stuff like that but I have never seen it in real life or up close. They had a street fight which means they can use anything that is legal. Besides the usual steel chairs and tables they used a metal tray, sign, bin, cricket bat, chains, fork, the metal fence bars to separate the audience, etc. In the street fight match a guys head got cut open with the sign and there was blood everywhere. His whole face was bright crisom and all their clothes were covered in blood. As a payback he took out a fork and stabbed the other guy in the head several times. They also did stuff like put a bin over someone's head and bashed it with a cricket bat, whipped each other with the chains, smash each other (sometimes in the face) with steel chairs and metal trays (the steel chairs were totally demented) and the tables were broken. One of the girls who came with us was shaking and couldn't watch and the commentators were saying every few mins that parental guidance was needed and people (esp children) should leave the building if they couldn't handle it. I was shocked to see some young children still there right in the front row watching. Some of the wrestlers were seriously injured quite badly. I cannot understand why someone would put themself through such pain with NO PAY (they don't get paid!), and why people would watch this kinda stuff. Actually the old me used to watch this kinda stuff, I once saw a match on TV where they poured a bag of drawing pins in the ring and a wrestler ended up with a whole lot of drawing pins stabbed in his back. Just like a pin up board.&lt;br /&gt;One of my girl friends who came told me about a party she went to recently and how she got with four people (people as in guys and girls) and slept with a random guy who she will never see again. She was a virgin and was her first time; drunk, and with a random. It saddens me that she had no self-respect and didn't think it was wrong. She told me about it quite casually, and I'm not sure if she was expecting me to be proud of her. I was really sad for her. I wanted to say something but I didn't know what to say. I just felt sad the whole day, with my grandpa, the violent wrestling and my friend thing. Then I dropped her off at a party after where all my old friends from school were. I hardly see them anymore, and I can't really talk much or relate to them because I have changed and we were all on totally different levels. By the time we got to the party they were all drunk. Last year I would've found this kinda stuff fun but now it just saddens me. It's sad because at one point my group at school and I were the only ones who didn't need to drink to have fun unlike the rest of our year. We had so much fun without alcohol but now every party they have alcohol is a must. Initially I thought it was fun but now my eyes were opened and I could see the unnecessary stoopidity of it all. I remember the first time I got really drunk on leavers last year. I threw up 4 times and couldn't breath properly that I thought I was going to die. I felt really sick and couldn't remember anything the next day, but my friends helped me with that. They told me everything I did and said and they even had photos. I was aggressive, emotional, horny, loud, and had a foul mouth (everything that came out of it (including the vomit) was vulgar and disgusting). Looking back now I am totally disgusted at my behaviour and haven't touched alcohol since february.&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol is really scary. It's expensive and nothing good ever comes out of it. Alcohol can make people behave in a totally different way, be sick, erase our memory of the previous night's events, do things we would never do like sleep with random people, and in some extremes, cause death. Now tell me is that FUN?&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I just realised I was rambling all this time.&lt;br /&gt;It was such a release to be back in church this morning and with fellow christian friends. It was a really good message too.&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note I got a new phone and it's orange.&lt;br /&gt;When I was in yr 9 I wrote a poem about my grandfather, using a violin as a metaphor to describe him, as he loved to play the violin. I would like to find it and post it on here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-112159898420964484?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112159898420964484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=112159898420964484&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112159898420964484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112159898420964484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/07/road-side-assistance-death-wrestling.html' title='Road side assistance, death, wrestling, sadness'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-112100856038659631</id><published>2005-07-10T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T23:16:00.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOO!</title><content type='html'>Friday night was the first service held at our new church building and I was very excited and completely blown away! It was totally awesome! What God has done for us, is doing for us and is going to do with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted. Life's been full on. I need sleep...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-112100856038659631?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112100856038659631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=112100856038659631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112100856038659631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112100856038659631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/07/woo.html' title='WOO!'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-112079455873646995</id><published>2005-07-08T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T11:49:18.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY?</title><content type='html'>Watching the news makes me depressed. I'm sure you all heard about the bombs in London. One word came to my mind. Why??? Read my blog on "Rejecting God"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-112079455873646995?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112079455873646995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=112079455873646995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112079455873646995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112079455873646995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/07/why.html' title='WHY?'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-112074565908732547</id><published>2005-07-07T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T22:14:19.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change II</title><content type='html'>Now, that you're near, everything is different, everything's so different Lord!&lt;br /&gt;--- Now that you're near, Hillsong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-112074565908732547?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112074565908732547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=112074565908732547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112074565908732547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112074565908732547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/07/change-ii.html' title='Change II'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-112064359643791753</id><published>2005-07-06T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T23:40:07.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>So much is changing. Today was such an emotional and eventful day I feel too exhausted to write most of what I want to write. I cried for quite a long time, like really cried, which is the first time in ages. My eyes and my mind are quite sore.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been a christian for very long. I know I can say I've been a christian all my life but I don't think I actually became a real christian and had a personal relationship with God until the start of this year. Since then I've changed a lot. I am a different person from before, as Christ is now living in me and I am living for him. Everyone who knew me before have noticed this change in me, and some embace it as a good change, but others do not understand what is going on. Some friendships may be strained and I really don't know how to deal with it. I've been told I've changed in the way I talk, act and interact with people. I have a lot more to say on this but I just feel too exhausted...&lt;br /&gt;Today I went for a walk by the beach. The clouds were dark, as was the ocean, but the sun was shining through gaps in the clouds, and it was absolutely beautiful! The sun's rays were just spilling down from the sky into the sea. I wished I had a camera. It signified hope. I sat on the beach for ages marvelling at the beauty of creation, and that I am so blessed to have the opportunity to live in Perth, to be able to see something like this, to be able to hear the waves crashing on the shore, to smell the salt in the air and to feel the cold and taste the freedom! The longer I stared at this sight the more it looked like the heavens opening up for me, which reminded me of a song which I sang over and over again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I behold your power and glory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bring an offering, Come before You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Worship You Lord&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the beauty of Your holiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whenever I call You're there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Redeemer and friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cherished beyond all words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This love never ends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Morning by morning, Your mercy awakens my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I lift up my eyes to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The wonders of heaven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Opening over me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your goodness abounds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You've taken my breath away, with Your irresistible love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then walking along the beach while praying and looking out at what was before me, I was reminded of the footprints story. At the time I reckon that story was what I needed. I then looked down at my footprints, and I would walk a few steps every 30seconds, and every where I walked, the tide would come up behind me and wash away my old footprints. It's like reminding me that my past is washed away and I am a new creation! On a new walk with the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;A lot has changed this year, and a lot more will change. Especially since my church is moving into a new building, our own building. This year has been so eventful and significant for many, not just me. Who knows what God will bring us in the future?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-112064359643791753?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112064359643791753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=112064359643791753&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112064359643791753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112064359643791753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/07/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-112058397323173404</id><published>2005-07-06T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T01:30:56.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Provision</title><content type='html'>God is truly great and he always provides. I just felt like writing about his provision in my life. I have everything I need! Even little things like parking spaces are provided!&lt;br /&gt;At uni, it is impossible to get a decent parking spot within the first 10 mins of getting there. But every morning, or afternoon, or whatever time I'm driving to uni I'll have my worship music playing and I'll be praying in the car. And every time I arrive at uni, no matter what time it is, even in busy times, there is always a parking space waiting for me, and one that's close to uni. Either that or someone just pulls out in front of me or the first person I stalk happens to be leaving a nice parking spot for me (the art of stalking). And I'll arrive to class, few friends will be late saying they were driving around and around for 10 minutes and ended up not finding a space and parking in the dirt, which is a long walk to uni. And I'll sit there with a smile on my face and say I had no problems with parking and never had. Well, except twice, but that was because I didn't pray, and I ended up parking in the dirt and on my long walk to uni I'd have nothing to do so I'll pray. I guess it's God's way of making time for me to talk to him. Cheeky aye!&lt;br /&gt;Also last week I was completely broke. I had $0.86 in my bank account and nothing in my wallet, and to add to that a completely empty petrol tank. I prayed for God to help me with my finances. Then on Friday night at church a friend who I've been driving around gave me some money because she wanted to bless me and said it could be my petrol money. Now I never ask for petrol money because I feel that if God has blessed me with a brand new car, then why not use it to drive his people around. That week give I had nothing to give for my tithe, but that was provided for me by the 'petrol money', which I gave. Thankfully my car didn't break down and I borrowed $5 off my sister (even though I already owe her about $70) for enough petrol to get me home and to work. When I got paid on Sunday night I paid back mum for some bills, paid back my sister, and while being in the spirit of handing out money, gave dad a $20 (he happened to be walking past and he's retired so there's no source of income for him). Which left $20 to last me until my next pay day, of which all will go to my next tithe and petrol money. But the next day when I got in my car the tank was full, turned out my Dad had pumped it for me. So that was one less thing to worry about. Then I baby sat for my auntie and uncle, who took me out for a nice lunch as my wages, so I didn't expect to get paid at all but they gave me another $20 and some chocolate (woo! chocolate!)&lt;br /&gt;But all that money is gone now because I paid my sister back the rest I owed her, and did some food shopping for the family and treated a friend for lunch today. But I know I won't have to worry as it is all in God's hands. Give and you shall receive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-112058397323173404?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112058397323173404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=112058397323173404&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112058397323173404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112058397323173404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/07/provision.html' title='Provision'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-112049133318594507</id><published>2005-07-04T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T23:35:33.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I am to Worship</title><content type='html'>I know this song is pretty old, but it's one of my favourite worship songs and I had to post it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light of the World&lt;br /&gt;You stepped down into darkness&lt;br /&gt;Opened my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Let me see&lt;br /&gt;Beauty that made this heart adore You&lt;br /&gt;Hope of life spent with You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am to worship&lt;br /&gt;Here I am to bow down&lt;br /&gt;Here I am to say that You're my God&lt;br /&gt;You're altogether lovely&lt;br /&gt;Altogether worthy&lt;br /&gt;Altogether wonderful to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King of all days&lt;br /&gt;Oh so highly exalted&lt;br /&gt;Glorious in heaven above&lt;br /&gt;Humbly You came to the earth You created&lt;br /&gt;All for love's sake became poor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never know how much it cost&lt;br /&gt;To see my sin upon that cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call upon the name of The Lord and be saved&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-112049133318594507?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112049133318594507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=112049133318594507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112049133318594507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112049133318594507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/07/here-i-am-to-worship.html' title='Here I am to Worship'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-112040812181180737</id><published>2005-07-03T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T01:02:30.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concrete Faith</title><content type='html'>This month, is the start of something. Great things are happening and going to happen!&lt;br /&gt;I've been having the most awesome time! Friday night and Sunday morning Nancy Alcorn spoke again, and Friday night and Sunday morning were also the last days in our old church building, so it was the last time we set up and packed down in the ECU sports centre. It's all so exciting!&lt;br /&gt;On Friday night we had a girls night. Two other beautiful girls and I slept over at one of their houses, and we had an amazing time! We spent the whole night talking and praying and reading the bible until 6 in the morning. Not only was our friendship strengthened but so was my faith, it was all very deep and very meaning. My friend whose house it was was going through a cleasing stage where she got rid of anything from her past which she wanted to let go and be set free of. But when I used a toilet which I guess she never uses there was one of those lil wooden bali men, those hideous ones with the deformed bodies and scary, gross faces. I pointed this out to her and the three of us went through the whole house and found another lil one in the bathroom and a huge one, nearly one metre long, in the shed. We really wanted to get rid of them so we drove to the nearly big bin we could find but most of them were locked but we managed to find one with a gap. We then started smashing them in the carpark, it was one of the craziest things I've done as not only was it fun but it was very significant, I'm not quite sure how to explain the feelings I felt but I know they were definately positive. However the heads wouldn't smash and they smiled evilly back at us and no matter how hard we tried to smash them we couldn't cos they were solid. Then I found a huge slab of concrete. It was the heaviest object I have ever lifted in my life and even now I'm surprised I managed to lift it and throw it on the heads a couple of times. You really never know your true strength. And sure enough they smashed, the big one split right down the middle. And we went home for apple pie with custard, more praying, girl talk, and bible study.&lt;br /&gt;It was the most awesome night. This was the first time I have ever been able to talk, pray and read the bible with good friends, and it really built me. They especially prayed over me and I now feel uplifted and encouraged to keep growing in faith. Thank God for friends such as these!&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the last few months God has been providing for me and blessing me, even though I don't deserve it! His ever-lasting love is truly marvellous!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-112040812181180737?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112040812181180737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=112040812181180737&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112040812181180737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112040812181180737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/07/concrete-faith.html' title='Concrete Faith'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-112012161547526305</id><published>2005-06-30T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T22:42:55.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got red hair extensions!</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've blogged. Life's been so busy and exciting! I got a new job as a telemarketer (I'm not sure if that's the right word for it) but it's good cos i'll be working with a few friends from church (who got me the job there) so there's about five of us who can't work there on tuesday and friday nights :P&lt;br /&gt;This is the last weekend our church will be held at ECU as we will be moving into our new building. I'm soo excited! On Monday I helped out at our new building by pinging chalk. So if you ever see the STOMP room and see the two different colours on the walls just remember those two colours wouldn't have been there if I haven't helped create the line to separate them :D (and the credit goes to two other people too heh). Every time I walk into our new building it feels like home! I could just see so many wonderful things happening there! Miracles! Salvations! Break-throughs! Life-lasting friendships being formed! Marriages! (including my own) etc. So watch out Northern suburbs as we take it to the next level!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to Just For Her, a women's conference with the guest speaker being Nancy Alcorn. It was an awesome night! I wished every woman and girl I know could've been there! She is an amazing woman of God and a great speaker with a good message, I cried many times (but then again I'm emotional and cry easily but still it was a very moving night). We're so blessed to have her (it is her first visit to WA) oh and I get to listen to her again this Friday night and Sunday morning!&lt;br /&gt;At the moment I'm kinda worried about how I am going to organise my time. Well I know one thing, I have to. I have to organise my time to fit in church, kung fu, two jobs and a little bit of a social life (I hardly have time to see a lot of my friends anymore, some I haven't seen for months!) And that's just for now, what about when uni starts???&lt;br /&gt;It seems that nowadays a lot of people seem to have the topic of relationships in their minds. You know, past relationships, current relationships and future ones. It seems that I'm one of the only ones who don't, which is a good thing because then I can listen to others talk about theirs. Most of the relationships talked about are boy-girl relationships. I still stand by my belief that you will not be happy in a relationship (as in boyfriend girlfriend thing) unless you're happy with your relationship with God, and happy with yourself. Many times have I seen the wrong relationships ruin people, take over their lives, pull them away from God, change them and even take away their own identity. Like Nancy Alcorn said we do not need somebody to make us whole, as we are already whole in Jesus Christ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-112012161547526305?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112012161547526305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=112012161547526305&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112012161547526305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/112012161547526305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-got-red-hair-extensions.html' title='I got red hair extensions!'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-111953917053343111</id><published>2005-06-23T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T01:35:01.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Legend of the Harley Davidson</title><content type='html'>Whack!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-111953917053343111?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/111953917053343111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=111953917053343111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/111953917053343111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/111953917053343111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/06/legend-of-harley-davidson.html' title='The Legend of the Harley Davidson'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-111953902162753505</id><published>2005-06-23T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T23:03:41.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Last night and this morning I got back into Kung fu. It's been a few weeks since I've done it and man it's hard! I'm all sore and cut up! (accidentally stabbed self with sword last night, but it's only a little cut) and I've lost some flexibility, other than that it was fun! It's great being on holdiays! I might be getting a new job soon ( many people seem to be getting new jobs nowadays).&lt;br /&gt;Wow you should've seen the rain today! I was on the freeway and it was pouring! My wipers were going at full speed and i still couldn't see a thing and all the cars slowed to 60. And that's that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-111953902162753505?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/111953902162753505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=111953902162753505&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/111953902162753505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/111953902162753505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-111937526795996715</id><published>2005-06-22T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T17:11:13.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejecting God</title><content type='html'>"It has been estimated that in the last 4000 years there have been less than 300 without a major war." ---Where was God on September 11? By John Blanchard&lt;br /&gt;This was a book I've just finished reading. I just felt like bringing that point up. Isn't it sad though? That's just an example of what happens when people reject God. When we were created we were all given free will and we have to make the choice, accept or reject God. When bad things happen often people ask where was God? why did he let it happen? why would a loving God allow something like this to happen? All this is explained in the book. Read it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-111937526795996715?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/111937526795996715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=111937526795996715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/111937526795996715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/111937526795996715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/06/rejecting-god.html' title='Rejecting God'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-111937098995539450</id><published>2005-06-21T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T01:36:29.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of exams!</title><content type='html'>Tonight was my second time at culture group and we had it at my house :) Everytime I'm with people from my church I just feel so blessed and thankful that I know and am surrounded by these people. Another thing I love about my church is how multi-cultural it is. I can honestly say I've never been to a place as multicultural as Sunset Coast. Actually I've never been to a place as awesome as Sunset Coast! And since I've started serving life has just been amazing! It's like being on a rollercoaster ride that keeps going up! Life is great and it keeps getting better and better! There probably has been some downs but they always turn into ups. Lately miracles have happened, families been united, prayers answered etc. And I had my last exam today WOO! I think that word pretty much sums it up: WOO! and I got my hair done and it looks HOT! hee hee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-111937098995539450?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/111937098995539450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=111937098995539450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/111937098995539450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/111937098995539450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/06/end-of-exams.html' title='End of exams!'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-111936922784748029</id><published>2005-06-21T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T00:25:20.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My mum, my brother</title><content type='html'>I really admire my mum. To have an autistic son like my brother. She's one of the most amazing and strong people I know! Some people can't even deal with being near a person like Shane for a few moments, yet mum has been there for him throughout his entire life. She has loved him, given all she can for him even though he has been and still is difficult to control and handle. She has taught him to read and write when the doctors said it wasn't possible. She has disciplined him for his bad (and sometimes offensive) behaviour, which can be nearly everyday. She oversees his health and hygiene and overall well-being, inlcuding little things like brushing his teeth or washing his face. Even now I find Shane hard to handle, physically, emotionally and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm praying that God will strengthen me, because one day, the day when my parents depart for heaven, my sister and I will have to take care of him. That's another thing as well, I would never be with a guy who cannot accept my brother. Like my mum always tells me 'if he's marrying you he's marrying your brother too.'&lt;br /&gt;My brother Shane is my inherritance. And what a blessed one too! We're so blessed to have him. My parents came from homes with very little love yet in a way Shane taught them unconditional love. They have loved him and my sister and I. Shane has also taught us patience and tolerance (and much more), which is an area which I am struggling with at the moment (but working on with God's help!).&lt;br /&gt;So we thank the Lord for Shane. Some may see him as a burden but we see him as a blessing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-111936922784748029?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/111936922784748029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=111936922784748029&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/111936922784748029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/111936922784748029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-mum-my-brother.html' title='My mum, my brother'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13843943.post-111936808088480780</id><published>2005-06-21T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T00:24:57.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Blog Ever</title><content type='html'>Well I decided to start a blog because I'm running out of pages in my journal, and also my typing is faster than my writing. I also really felt the need to put my thoughts and feelings down, possibly where someone ese can read them, plus since reading Anna, Ruth and Hwin's blogs I've been toying with the idea of starting one of my own for a while now but didn't think it was my kinda thing. Until last night I was writing something in my journal which I got really emotional over and thought, 'how great would it be to share this with someone else?' I thought of making that journal entry the first post, besides this one...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13843943-111936808088480780?l=rielililoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/feeds/111936808088480780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13843943&amp;postID=111936808088480780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/111936808088480780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13843943/posts/default/111936808088480780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rielililoy.blogspot.com/2005/06/first-blog-ever.html' title='First Blog Ever'/><author><name>Rie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912260311534342911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
