<?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-1892273652469597247</id><updated>2012-01-28T12:54:01.069+08:00</updated><category term='hoobs'/><category term='30 Day Tumblr Challenge'/><category term='Jane Austen'/><category term='Gaelic Rules'/><category term='Pearl Jam'/><category term='Sophie Joy Madison'/><category term='Dreams;'/><category term='Elton John'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='Loneliness'/><category term='The Ghost In Your Genes'/><category term='train'/><category term='Paul Colman'/><category term='John Mayer'/><category term='Anberlin'/><category term='North Korea'/><category term='Moving'/><category term='Sickness'/><category term='Sandro Dzneladze'/><category term='Clubbing'/><category term='Charity'/><category term='Lauren Hill'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='Bible'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Band of Horses'/><category term='Plus 44'/><category term='Missy Higgins'/><category term='Mumford and Sons'/><category term='School'/><category term='Debussy'/><category term='Goo Goo Dolls'/><category term='Ball'/><category term='Documentaries'/><category term='Newcastle'/><category term='Redemption'/><category term='Study'/><category term='God'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Tim McGraw'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='Norah Jones;'/><category term='Boredom'/><category term='Amberley'/><category term='Happiness'/><category term='Storms'/><category term='Camping'/><category term='Tanya Blount'/><category term='Purpose'/><category term='HBF Freeway Bike Hike For Asthma'/><category term='teenagers'/><category term='Josh Pyke'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Relient K'/><category term='siblings'/><category term='Love'/><category term='U2'/><category term='Brooke Fraser'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Gap Year'/><category term='Blink 182'/><category term='Books'/><category term='Sadness'/><category term='Lonely Planet Images'/><title type='text'>Ruby's Spot Of Bother</title><subtitle type='html'>Get it?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>112</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-635297798514265695</id><published>2012-01-02T20:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T10:03:26.149+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Psalm 139 and Summer and New Life Resolutions</title><content type='html'>My dad got the lastest &lt;a href="http://www.sonsofkorah.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Sons Of Korah&lt;/a&gt; CD for christmas, and so far my favourite&amp;nbsp;track is number two, a rendition of&amp;nbsp;Psalm 139. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ncIij3QDKJw" width="410"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to retract from the original, which still astounds me every time I read it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Psalm 139&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;For the director of music. Of David. A psalm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;You have searched me, LORD, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;and you know me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;You know when I sit and when I rise; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;you perceive my thoughts from afar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;You discern my going out and my lying down; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;you are familiar with all my ways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Before a word is on my tongue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;you, LORD, know it completely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;You hem me in behind and before, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;and you lay your hand upon me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;too lofty for me to attain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Where can I go from your Spirit? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Where can I flee from your presence? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;If I go up to the heavens, you are there; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;If I rise on the wings of the dawn, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;if I settle on the far side of the sea, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;even there your hand will guide me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;your right hand will hold me fast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;and the light become night around me,” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;even the darkness will not be dark to you; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;the night will shine like the day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;for darkness is as light to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;For you created my inmost being; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;you knit me together in my mother’s womb. &lt;br /&gt;I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;your works are wonderful, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I know that full well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;My frame was not hidden from you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;when I was made in the secret place, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Your eyes saw my unformed body; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;all the days ordained for me were written in your book &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;before one of them came to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;How precious to me are your thoughts,[a] God! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;How vast is the sum of them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Were I to count them, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;they would outnumber the grains of sand— &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;when I awake, I am still with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;If only you, God, would slay the wicked! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Away from me, you who are bloodthirsty! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;They speak of you with evil intent; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;your adversaries misuse your name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Do I not hate those who hate you, LORD, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;and abhor those who are in rebellion against you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I have nothing but hatred for them; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I count them my enemies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Search me, God, and know my heart; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;test me and know my anxious thoughts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;See if there is any offensive way in me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;and lead me in the way everlasting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Those words just... move me. The fact that they are true blows my mind. And freaks me out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;It's been an amazing summer so far. It began when I flew to Adelaide and roadtripped to Melbourne. I then went on to Canberra for &lt;a href="http://nte.org.au/" target="_blank"&gt;National Training Event (NTE)&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and from there to Sydney to work with a church and put some of what I'd learnt into action. I stopped in at Newcastle for a night to visit a few good friends before another brief stop over in Katoomba and a three day bus ride back to Perth. It was a crazy five weeks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Christmas was hectic and heartwarming and holy! It's a joyful celebration which is eagerly anticipated as my favourite festival every year and I'm sad it is over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;And now here we are, the New Year of 2012!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;This is the part where I post about my new year resolutions (or new life resolutions, as I like to call them!). I look at me and I see the things about me that I want to change, the not-so-Christ-like bits, bits I want God to take and replace. Isn't this what we've been called to do? Isn't every day a new challenge? &lt;i&gt;"If anyone should come after me he must deny himself and take his cross up daily." &lt;/i&gt;(Luke 9:23, thanks Colin!) So, this is my new life resolution - to remember that old, would-be, sinful me is well and truly dead (thank-you Jesus!) and to take up my cross every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I've decided to start reading my Bible daily in the mornings, before I start uni or go to work, no matter how early. I would also like to challenge myself to read it in a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I want to live healthier. Eat healthier. Sleep earlier. Exercise daily. But most of all, strive to put God first in everything I do. I know this is idealistic but I also know that God is greater, God is stronger.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Search me, God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-635297798514265695?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=psalm%20139&amp;version=NIV' title='Psalm 139 and Summer and New Life Resolutions'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/635297798514265695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=635297798514265695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/635297798514265695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/635297798514265695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2012/01/psalm-139-and-summer-and-new-life.html' title='Psalm 139 and Summer and New Life Resolutions'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ncIij3QDKJw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-5669358083438354496</id><published>2011-09-09T20:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T20:44:32.173+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Is it God..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Idolatry is any form of religious exercise or activity which requires only a modicum of response and gives in return a sufficient religious, social or emotional satisfaction that one may think that they have fulfilled their religious obligations and are thus free thereafter to be the lord of their own lives. We have but two choices - idolatry or martyrdom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Author Unknown&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-5669358083438354496?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/5669358083438354496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=5669358083438354496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/5669358083438354496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/5669358083438354496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2011/09/is-it-god.html' title='Is it God..?'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-966193197753792194</id><published>2011-09-01T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T23:13:35.909+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Tumblr Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Day 30</title><content type='html'>Who Are You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qWRE6__AUTA/Tl-gzkkfhtI/AAAAAAAAAK8/FiFat-txZVw/s1600/P1000486.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qWRE6__AUTA/Tl-gzkkfhtI/AAAAAAAAAK8/FiFat-txZVw/s320/P1000486.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've waited a while to answer this one because when I started this challenge I wasn't entirely sure. Now's the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an Australian woman of Scottish and Irish heritage (from the Burke, Sullivan and Jenkins families respectively).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am strong, funny, sarcastic, bubbly, intelligent, judgmental, friendly, foolish, honest, sinful and easily pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, I am who God says I am - made in his image, his child, and someone who he has made precious and beautiful. Someone who definitely isn't perfect, but who is definitely forgiven and redeemed for everything I have done or will do. I am justified through Christ who has saved me by his grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question is, who are &lt;i&gt;you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-966193197753792194?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/966193197753792194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=966193197753792194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/966193197753792194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/966193197753792194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-30.html' title='Day 30'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qWRE6__AUTA/Tl-gzkkfhtI/AAAAAAAAAK8/FiFat-txZVw/s72-c/P1000486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-5284275577284611450</id><published>2011-08-31T11:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T11:59:53.554+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anberlin'/><title type='text'>Anberlin</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_YgQaapatSg/Tl2w9jMQRKI/AAAAAAAAAK4/HIoBiHmg1MY/s1600/anberlin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_YgQaapatSg/Tl2w9jMQRKI/AAAAAAAAAK4/HIoBiHmg1MY/s320/anberlin.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A photo of the lead singer (Stephen Christian) from the concert. Guess who was front and centre? :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who knows me will tell you that I have spent the last week or so raving about Anberlin. This is true. I went to see them live last Friday and was blown away. Here's an &lt;a href="http://www.altmusichub.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=srsl&amp;amp;action=display&amp;amp;thread=2252"&gt;interview &lt;/a&gt;with one of the guitarists (Christian McAlhaney) and one of their many fantastic songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pKqIrMNv0yY" width="410"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-5284275577284611450?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/5284275577284611450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=5284275577284611450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/5284275577284611450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/5284275577284611450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2011/08/anberlin.html' title='Anberlin'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_YgQaapatSg/Tl2w9jMQRKI/AAAAAAAAAK4/HIoBiHmg1MY/s72-c/anberlin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-7822592150212585277</id><published>2011-08-24T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T11:57:59.158+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Norah Jones;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh Pyke'/><title type='text'>1 AM</title><content type='html'>Why does everything seem so much blurrier at one in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharing the love for this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OFbkncgKugM" width="410"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/O9BB738PV9w" width="410"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to getting up at six! (why do I do this to myself?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-7822592150212585277?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/7822592150212585277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=7822592150212585277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/7822592150212585277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/7822592150212585277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2011/08/1-am.html' title='1 AM'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/OFbkncgKugM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-2650816800518419338</id><published>2011-07-25T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T23:22:29.626+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Tumblr Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 29</title><content type='html'>In this past month, what have you learned?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2360/2403249501_a57876dcb8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2360/2403249501_a57876dcb8.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know that this is referring to the challenge, but I would like to post a little about my actual past month instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This past month, I have learned that I can make the same mistake twice far too easily. I have learned the full impact of Jesus' death and what that means for my life. I have learned that my parents support me far more than I realised. I have learned how one small bad decision can have big effects. I have learned that I have stopped moving so quickly outside my comfort zones and have instead started to get to know my comfort zones better. I have learned that this bothers me a little. I have learned that I'm not one hundred percent sure how to be compassionate. I have learned these things and so many more. I constantly think back to the fool I was yesterday, and forward to how much wiser I will be tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have learned, most of all, that God has all of this in his hands. I have learned that he knows what he's doing, even in the lives of those who do not know him, and he knows those whom he has called, and they know him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Once again, I have learned how little I have learned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-2650816800518419338?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/2650816800518419338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=2650816800518419338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/2650816800518419338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/2650816800518419338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-29.html' title='Day 29'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2360/2403249501_a57876dcb8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-4364542229319784983</id><published>2011-07-24T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T11:57:03.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Child Brides</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="410" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qYleXcpbzKY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-4364542229319784983?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/4364542229319784983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=4364542229319784983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/4364542229319784983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/4364542229319784983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2011/07/child-brides.html' title='Child Brides'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qYleXcpbzKY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-9191075497061675562</id><published>2011-07-16T17:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T17:37:59.161+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Mayer'/><title type='text'>John Mayer</title><content type='html'>Can't believe how unbelievably amazing this guy's music is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mrS92HRidYg" width="410"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-9191075497061675562?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/9191075497061675562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=9191075497061675562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/9191075497061675562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/9191075497061675562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2011/07/john-mayer.html' title='John Mayer'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/mrS92HRidYg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-6957060180383235653</id><published>2011-05-18T15:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T19:10:57.277+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jane Austen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Worry and Soundtracks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,28,0" height="250" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://8tracks.com/mixes/273658/player_v3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://8tracks.com/mixes/273658/player_v3" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/shockwave/download/download.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="250" allowscriptaccess="always" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is a lovely classical playlist that I stumbled across on a friend's Facebook page. It is wonderful for pretending that your life is a Jane Austen novel, and people and houses and grounds really are the way Austen portrays them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been thinking a lot about worry this week, and why we worry so much. I have three assignments due tomorrow, two of which I haven't started. You can imagine that I was pretty stressed out. I, however, have a terrible way of dealing with stress. You see, most of the time I just stop handling it and give up completely. If I feel under pressure or like I can't deal with it, I walk away. Which essentially means that the only way I can productively handle stress or pressure is by convincing myself that I'm not under any.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yeah. Not good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, it was getting to the point earlier this week when I was losing a lot of sleep to worry. I finally had to stop myself in my tracks and remind myself that GOD is the one who's meant to be in control, not me, and realise that worrying about my own short comings was not going to help one bit. I needed to remind myself that I am not doing what I'm doing for my own gain. I'm doing what I'm doing for GOD's glory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know that in the end, everything is meaningless (Ecclesiastes!), but I also know that I should work at everything with all of my heart, soul and mind as though I am working for the Lord (Colossians 3:23). Therefore, I have to keep on reminding myself that hey, even though this world will perish, I should still work at everything with all my heart, soul and mind - it's like working to save someone's life even though you know that eventually they will die anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That may sound depressing, but to me it's the most glorious thing of all, that although this world will pass away, there is a new one to come, and just the fact that we can be saved despite all of our many, many flaws and then transformed for that world amazes me every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-6957060180383235653?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/6957060180383235653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=6957060180383235653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/6957060180383235653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/6957060180383235653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2011/05/worry-and-soundtracks.html' title='Worry and Soundtracks'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-3021462758610194229</id><published>2011-05-08T17:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T12:39:03.510+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><title type='text'>Joy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,28,0" height="250" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://8tracks.com/mixes/356337/player_v3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://8tracks.com/mixes/356337/player_v3" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/shockwave/download/download.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="250" allowscriptaccess="always" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a playlist I made of 8 songs that make me HAPPY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: It was actually very hard to find songs that I love that are purely positive; not all of these are, however I tried to choose ones that just give me an amazing feeling of happiness, even if they are sometimes a little sad, or tell stories of hardness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-3021462758610194229?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/3021462758610194229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=3021462758610194229&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/3021462758610194229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/3021462758610194229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2011/05/joy.html' title='Joy!'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-793787457095113917</id><published>2011-04-19T18:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T19:16:21.210+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Documentaries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Ghost In Your Genes'/><title type='text'>The Ghost In Your Genes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A great documentary we watched in class today. All about how things that have happened to our grandparents and great grandparents, events such as famine or the stress of world wars, don't just pass on new psychological family dynamics, they can also cause gene mutation which can be carried throughout the coming generations. Makes you think about what we're doing to our bodies and how it will affect our descendants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=1128045835761675934&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=true" style="height: 360px; width: 410px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-793787457095113917?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/nova/genes/about.html' title='The Ghost In Your Genes'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/793787457095113917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=793787457095113917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/793787457095113917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/793787457095113917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2011/04/ghost-in-your-genes.html' title='The Ghost In Your Genes'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-6253620584144694939</id><published>2011-04-13T16:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T19:16:46.341+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Self Doubt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.purposedriven.com/bodyparts/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/Blurry_Prison.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://blog.purposedriven.com/bodyparts/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/Blurry_Prison.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today I was given the task of creating a mix CD for an unknown person with ten of my favourite songs. All was well and good as I gradually scrolled through my music library randomly picking songs to add to my list. But then I started to have doubts. What if - the person who receives this doesn't like Christian musicians? What if - they think I'm ridiculous because I like country music? What if - they think I'm weird because I like a bit of classical? What if - &lt;i&gt;they don't like it, and henceforth me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Doubts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There was a time when my life was governed by doubts. It was a time when I was afraid to say anything for fear of being shut down. When I was afraid to make friends with people for fear of being betrayed. It was a huge learning curve for me, and it took a long time for me to get back on my feet and allow God to rebuild me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The thing is, when it came down to it, it wasn't other people's actions towards me that so broke me. It was my own self doubt. Self doubt that infected my mind like a disease and allowed me to look at everything through a grey coloured lens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I look back to that time and I wonder how it was that I got to a state where I doubted myself so badly that I couldn't even express my own opinion. I know I am healed and by the grace of God I have been saved from eternal death, so something as trivial as gossip, or whether or not someone likes me doesn't matter. But it's amazing how easily human beings can crumble to pieces when left to themselves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Of course, on the flip side, I am now stronger then I have ever been before, and I know now that with God I can withstand anything. Sometimes you need to get lost to be found.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After I thought about my moment of weakness with the CD, I decided it was time for me to do a bit of soul searching, trace my way back to where I began, remind myself of the absolutely amazing PLANNED miracle that is me, and just how much God loves me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I am going to send off my CD, country songs and all, knowing that my God created me for a purpose - to worship Him all the days of my life. And if that purpose involves sending out a CD to a random person with a couple of songs that may seem a little bit ridiculous, I will rest knowing that God has it all under control and maybe, just maybe, God has a plan for that person and my CD is a part of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-6253620584144694939?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/6253620584144694939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=6253620584144694939&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/6253620584144694939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/6253620584144694939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2011/04/self-doubt.html' title='Self Doubt'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-5765306590902468534</id><published>2011-03-27T22:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T19:18:15.156+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Band of Horses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Jesus - All Here, All The Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I study nursing at uni, and today I was completing a client health questionnaire on myself. One of the questions asked was this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What is the client’s religion? What effect does religion have on health?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I smiled when I saw it because Jesus is my creator, the reason for my being, so essentially he's the reason I have any health at all. It's amazing how so often God provides small opportunities like this for us to share our faith with others. My tutor will read my answer when she marks my questionnaire, and I can only hope and pray that it will make some difference to her life, however small. Mustard seeds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On a different note, here is a fantastic song I recently discovered. It's called 'Dilly' and it's by Band of Horses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FpRtY4aHReQ" title="YouTube video player" width="410"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-5765306590902468534?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/5765306590902468534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=5765306590902468534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/5765306590902468534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/5765306590902468534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2011/03/jesus-all-here-all-time.html' title='Jesus - All Here, All The Time'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/FpRtY4aHReQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-5897652442791686935</id><published>2011-03-08T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T21:44:27.302+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HBF Freeway Bike Hike For Asthma'/><title type='text'>HBF Freeway Bike Hike For Asthma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://national.atdw.com.au/multimedia/watc/9009358pp1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://national.atdw.com.au/multimedia/watc/9009358pp1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been asked and decided to participate in the HBF Freeway Bike Hike for Asthma. My team is known as the 'Purple Helmeted Warriors' and we are going to dress up as, surprise surprise, purple helmeted warriors! We will be riding up the freeway for charity, but first we need sponsors. So please click on this link and donate generously towards a great cause fighting a condition that affects millions of people all over the world:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.everydayhero.com.au/rubylee_burke"&gt;http://www.everydayhero.com.au/rubylee_burke&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-5897652442791686935?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/5897652442791686935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=5897652442791686935&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/5897652442791686935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/5897652442791686935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2011/03/hbf-freeway-bike-hike-for-asthma.html' title='HBF Freeway Bike Hike For Asthma'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-6978692510934060806</id><published>2011-03-03T13:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T13:54:53.941+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Tumblr Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Day 28</title><content type='html'>A Picture Of You Last Year And Now - How Have You Changed Since Then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pGx7l_O9syI/TW2gR2f11WI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WZXuqMEhoZA/s1600/melastyear.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pGx7l_O9syI/TW2gR2f11WI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WZXuqMEhoZA/s320/melastyear.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Me around this time last year, during the early hours of the morning after a night out in Northbridge.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Ej0cz6Ilv04/TW2gSQ25bPI/AAAAAAAAAKs/MoDRZLiBE6I/s1600/menow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Ej0cz6Ilv04/TW2gSQ25bPI/AAAAAAAAAKs/MoDRZLiBE6I/s320/menow.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Me (right) last week, at the Curtin Christian Union stall during Curtin O Day.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I have changed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; My hair has grown :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; I have learnt so much more about what I believe in as a follower of Jesus, and continue to learn more every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; With that knowledge has come more of an understanding and confidence of who I am in Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; I have learnt how to not fail, and I look forward to this semester knowing that I have the ability to do well at uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; And lastly, probably the biggest thing that I've learnt is that I have so much more to learn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-6978692510934060806?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/6978692510934060806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=6978692510934060806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/6978692510934060806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/6978692510934060806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-28.html' title='Day 28'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pGx7l_O9syI/TW2gR2f11WI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WZXuqMEhoZA/s72-c/melastyear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-7100855162510988982</id><published>2011-03-01T17:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T17:50:14.063+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Tumblr Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 27</title><content type='html'>Why Are You Doing This 30 Day Challenge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.point2.com/p2a/htmltext/4f4e/751b/f054/287bf972885f311385dd/original.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://media.point2.com/p2a/htmltext/4f4e/751b/f054/287bf972885f311385dd/original.jpg" width="261" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several reasons I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &amp;nbsp;I first heard about it through a friend who was doing it, and I was enjoying reading her posts and answers to questions. It provides an interesting insight into how people think and what influences their decisions. I thought it would be interesting to see how I answered the questions, and to see how other people responded to my answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &amp;nbsp;I was a little bored at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &amp;nbsp;It gave my blog some direction, a purpose. Made me actually think about what I'm writing and what kind of a message I'm sending to people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-7100855162510988982?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/7100855162510988982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=7100855162510988982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/7100855162510988982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/7100855162510988982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-27.html' title='Day 27'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-8903377914104523644</id><published>2011-02-26T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T15:32:33.544+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Tumblr Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 26</title><content type='html'>What Do You Think About Your Friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a question that I'm going to shy away from answering in depth as it concerns the lives of people other than myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will simply say that I think the world of my close friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-8903377914104523644?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/8903377914104523644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=8903377914104523644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/8903377914104523644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/8903377914104523644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-26.html' title='Day 26'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-9161489871557219044</id><published>2011-02-21T12:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T12:03:51.286+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sophie Joy Madison'/><title type='text'>Sophie Joy Madison</title><content type='html'>This is a shout out to a friend of mine who recently recorded her debut album, entitled 'Coming Home'. You can visit her site by clicking on the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the first single off the album, also entitled 'Coming Home'. Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/n350dfZxAnk" title="YouTube video player" width="410"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-9161489871557219044?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.myspace.com/sophiejoymadison' title='Sophie Joy Madison'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/9161489871557219044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=9161489871557219044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/9161489871557219044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/9161489871557219044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2011/02/sophie-joy-madison.html' title='Sophie Joy Madison'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/n350dfZxAnk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-1925547305383423223</id><published>2011-02-17T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T13:49:22.329+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Tumblr Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 24</title><content type='html'>A Letter To Your Parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jokersdaughter.co.uk/apps/jokers/Jokers_Daughter_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.jokersdaughter.co.uk/apps/jokers/Jokers_Daughter_1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I figure I only have six days left, I might as well finish it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mum and Dad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I want to say thank-you. For bringing me into this world and raising me the best you could. For bringing me up to love and know God, and for loving and knowing God yourselves. For admitting when you are wrong. For pulling me up when I am wrong. For teaching me to think for myself, no matter the circumstance. For loving me, no matter how many times I toed the line. For bringing my brothers and sister into the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I want to apologize. For all that I have put you through and for all that I will put you through. For not listening when I knew you were speaking truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have committed to changing and growing and listening. I know that the going is tough sometimes, but we're getting better at it. Having a good relationship. I'm learning to understand, and so are you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you both. I think you're amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your daughter,&lt;br /&gt;Ruby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-1925547305383423223?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/1925547305383423223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=1925547305383423223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/1925547305383423223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/1925547305383423223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-24.html' title='Day 24'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-5291385083133979480</id><published>2011-01-14T21:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T21:19:21.297+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anberlin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Do You Ever Wonder..?</title><content type='html'>It's been a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Anberlin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3554/3497005524_3799c89f08.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3554/3497005524_3799c89f08.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"This is our last goodnight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Say what you will&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Say all that you can&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Words have no meaning without&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seeing where you've been.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is our last goodnight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Say what you will&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Say all that you can&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is our last goodbye&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is where love ends."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent the past three days with two good friends of mine and I would like to take a moment to thank them both for a great couple of days, and for their many years of friendship. I love and appreciate them both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to reflect on the many meaningful conversations I have had over the past couple of months. There have been moments of doubt and moments personal revelation. It has been a journey to say the least. However, throughout it all, God has been there, ever faithful and all powerful. It constantly amazes me how much he is so completely in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rhodaschuler.com/flight93/God%20in%20control.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://rhodaschuler.com/flight93/God%20in%20control.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So here's a poem from e.e.cummings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 100%/normal verdana, arial, helvetica, tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i thank You God for most this amazing&lt;br /&gt;day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees&lt;br /&gt;and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything&lt;br /&gt;which is natural which is infinite which is yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i who have died am alive again today,&lt;br /&gt;and this is the sun's birthday;this is the birth&lt;br /&gt;day of life and love and wings:and of the gay&lt;br /&gt;great happening illimitably earth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how should tasting touching hearing seeing&lt;br /&gt;breathing any--lifted from the no&lt;br /&gt;of all nothing--human merely being&lt;br /&gt;doubt unimaginable You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(now the ears of my ears awake and&lt;br /&gt;now the eyes of my eyes are opened)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 100%/normal verdana, arial, helvetica, tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wnrn.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/sunrise.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://www.wnrn.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/sunrise.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 100%/normal verdana, arial, helvetica, tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-5291385083133979480?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/5291385083133979480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=5291385083133979480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/5291385083133979480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/5291385083133979480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-been-while.html' title='Do You Ever Wonder..?'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3554/3497005524_3799c89f08_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-3661489495569005123</id><published>2010-11-10T19:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T19:28:23.703+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumford and Sons'/><title type='text'>The Cave</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="360" width="410"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fNy8llTLvuA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fNy8llTLvuA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="410" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's empty in the valley of your heart&lt;br /&gt;The sun, it rises slowly as  you walk&lt;br /&gt;Away from all the fears&lt;br /&gt;And all the faults you've left  behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The harvest left no food for you to eat&lt;br /&gt;You cannibal,  you meat-eater, you see&lt;br /&gt;But I have seen the same&lt;br /&gt;I know the shame  in your defeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will hold on hope&lt;br /&gt;And I won't let you  choke&lt;br /&gt;On the noose around your neck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll find strength in  pain&lt;br /&gt;And I will change my ways&lt;br /&gt;I'll know my name as it's called  again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I have other things to fill my time&lt;br /&gt;You take what  is yours and I'll take mine&lt;br /&gt;Now let me at the truth&lt;br /&gt;Which will  refresh my broken mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tie me to a post and block my ears&lt;br /&gt;I  can see widows and orphans through my tears&lt;br /&gt;I know my call despite  my faults&lt;br /&gt;And despite my growing fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will hold on hope&lt;br /&gt;And  I won't let you choke&lt;br /&gt;On the noose around your neck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll  find strength in pain&lt;br /&gt;And I will change my ways&lt;br /&gt;I'll know my name  as it's called again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come out of your cave walking on your  hands&lt;br /&gt;And see the world hanging upside down&lt;br /&gt;You can understand  dependence&lt;br /&gt;When you know the maker's hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So make your siren's  call&lt;br /&gt;And sing all you want&lt;br /&gt;I will not hear what you have to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause  I need freedom now&lt;br /&gt;And I need to know how&lt;br /&gt;To live my life as it's  meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will hold on hope&lt;br /&gt;And I won't let you choke&lt;br /&gt;On  the noose around your neck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll find strength in pain&lt;br /&gt;And  I will change my ways&lt;br /&gt;I'll know my name as it's called again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-3661489495569005123?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/3661489495569005123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=3661489495569005123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>I had the weirdest dream last night. It was all about showering. And it was horrible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dream, there was one shower and about ten to twenty girls who all needed to use the shower also - but we all had to wait our turn. When my turn finally came, I had been sitting around in the bathroom with all the other girls staring at the shower being used (come to think of it, that's actually kind of creepy..) and I was SO READY for a shower, but then all these boys walked in. And in my dream, it was all normal like, oh yeah, there's all these guys in the shower room and I'm sitting here half naked, oh yeah, that's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bathsurgeon.co.uk/images/shower_cubicle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.bathsurgeon.co.uk/images/shower_cubicle.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is something like how I imagined the room to be (only much older, with no toilet, and a shower curtain instead of glass)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, my turn to use the shower finally came around, and I'm standing there trying to shower but the shower curtain kept doing that thing where it billows in and sticks to your legs and I began to get very frustrated. Then I spent the rest of the dream tying to wash my hair but failing miserably because I had forgotten my shampoo and conditioner, and although there were tubs and bottles all around the perimetre of the shower, I couldn't find a SINGLE SHAMPOO OR CONDITIONER. I even looked in the butter containers (don't ask). Plus there was all these people in the shower room, outside the shower curtain, heightening my anxiety. Oh, and the room was tiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, when I woke up, all I could think about was the horrific experience of showering that I had been living through all night and how I was just going to get up and do it again. Then I remembered that it was all a dream, and I hadn't forgotten my shampoo and conditioner, and all was ok again :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-6883763996371525790?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/6883763996371525790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=6883763996371525790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/6883763996371525790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/6883763996371525790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/11/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-1630355569115920153</id><published>2010-10-18T01:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T01:45:23.435+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>500 Days Of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://chud.com/articles/content_images/17/500DaysOf%20Summer1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://chud.com/articles/content_images/17/500DaysOf%20Summer1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-1630355569115920153?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/1630355569115920153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=1630355569115920153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/1630355569115920153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/1630355569115920153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/10/500-days-of-summer.html' title='500 Days Of Summer'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-2588017491200612063</id><published>2010-10-13T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T09:08:25.533+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brooke Fraser'/><title type='text'>Brooke Fraser</title><content type='html'>AHHHH NEW BROOKE ALBUM!!! She's one of my favourite artists in the whole wide world and the passion and talent she has is inspiring! Here it is, it's called 'Flags':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="topspin-widget topspin-widget-bundle-widget"&gt;&lt;object bgcolor="#000000" data="http://cdn.topspin.net/widgets/bundle/swf/TSBundleWidget.swf?timestamp=1286910694" height="250" id="TSWidget31780" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300"&gt;     &lt;param value="always" name="allowScriptAccess"/&gt;    &lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"/&gt;    &lt;param name="quality" value="high"/&gt;    &lt;param name="movie" value="http://cdn.topspin.net/widgets/bundle/swf/TSBundleWidget.swf?timestamp=1286910694"/&gt;    &lt;param name="flashvars" value="highlightColor=#c9c9c9&amp;amp;theme=black&amp;amp;widget_id=http://app.topspin.net/api/v1/artist/2896/bundle_widget/31780&amp;amp;theme=black"/&gt;    &lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-2588017491200612063?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://brookefraser.com/' title='Brooke Fraser'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/2588017491200612063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=2588017491200612063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/2588017491200612063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/2588017491200612063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/10/brooke-fraser.html' title='Brooke Fraser'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-7983584027201403574</id><published>2010-09-24T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T10:13:01.941+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U2'/><title type='text'>U2 360 Tour - Poland</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to share this inspiring article from the U2 site... Click on the blog title for original link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4 style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 25px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 20px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-transform: capitalize; width: 490px;"&gt;'Something I've Never Seen Before'&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;09 August 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;'We were sharing something that simply never happens at rock shows anywhere. A collective emotional and spiritual surrender of epic proportions.' Gary Lightbody of Snow Patrol was so knocked out by last night's show in Katowice that he sat down and wrote us this piece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.u2.com/images/news/poland1.jpg" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;I had to write about this. I simply had to. I hope I'm not speaking out of turn here as this is U2's site and hallowed ground for all of you but this story needs to be told. The shows so far on this tour have all been amazing and each night the crowd's reaction to U2 has been loud and joyous and passionate. Last night in Poland though was something else. Hard to explain. Let me try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;I have never in my life seen a crowd reaction like that of Katowice last night. Right from opener Breathe there was a daft magic in the air. Insanity everywhere you looked. People's faces clothed in the kind of joy I've only seen in gospel churches and then only on the TV so to see this religious fervour up close was overwhelming. The city outside the stadium could have been under heavy fire from alien spacecraft and I don't think anyone would have heard, saw, or indeed cared that much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.u2.com/images/news/poland2.jpg" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;Then The Edge takes to the piano for New Year's Day (playing it guitar pick still between his fingers!) and the place is bathed in red and white instantly. Red cards held aloft by the people on the floor and white cards in the seats to make a giant Polish flag you could probably see from space. It took the breath clean out of me. By the end even Bono was speechless, for a few seconds anyway. The things he said next are lost to me verbatim but what I won't forget is the tears that came to me then. In floods. And when I turned to check if anyone had snared me for blubbing I realised that every single person around me also had tears in their eyes. We were sharing something that simply never happens at rock shows anywhere. A collective emotional and spiritual surrender of epic proportions. This was majesty and tenderness married and that is a rare thing indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;Last night was something I've never seen before and I can't quite fathom it. Not sure I ever will or even want to. It will sit alongside the greatest nights of my life and I thank U2 and Poland for that. Also thank you to the Polish U2 fans for giving us the best reaction to our own set we've had on this tour so far. All in all then a night of triumphs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.u2.com/images/news/poland3.jpg" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;I would tour with this band (we all, us Patrollers, would) 'til the last grain of sand tipped gently into the bottom half of the hourglass and yes that sounds (and perhaps is, why not) a massive hint hint to stay on this magic carpet ride a little/a lot longer but believe me when I say this: this is the greatest show on earth. Why on earth would you buy just anyone's cockatoo? Long may they reign!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gary Lightbody, aged 33, Bangor, Northern Ireland, Overwhelmed.x&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Can't wait to see them in December!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-7983584027201403574?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.u2.com/news/title/poland-show' title='U2 360 Tour - Poland'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/7983584027201403574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=7983584027201403574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/7983584027201403574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/7983584027201403574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/09/u2-360-tour-poland.html' title='U2 360 Tour - Poland'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-4011058653290538304</id><published>2010-09-17T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T00:04:25.588+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Tumblr Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 25</title><content type='html'>What Would I Find In Your Bag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all - yes, I am well aware that I have skipped a day HOWEVER I have a valid reason - day 24 is write-a-letter-to-your-parents day, and that's something I can't handle right at this very moment, so I am saving it for later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second of all - I'm sorry I've been so inconsistent with posts - life just happens, and I get caught up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;MP3 Player (most essential)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Phone (Sony Ericsson, if you please)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Purse (with way too much plastic and receipts, and way too little money)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mints (curtesy of the Curtin Business School :D)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Bible, more often then not&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lolly/chocolate bar wrappers (depending on what mood I'm in)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A red capsicum and a tomato (currently - pizza night)(oh, and if you think that green capsicum is better? You're dreaming. Or, perhaps, you don't like capsicum at all, like some lunatics I have encountered? Get out. Just get out.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Throwing stars (for my part time job as a hire assassin.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-4011058653290538304?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/4011058653290538304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=4011058653290538304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/4011058653290538304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/4011058653290538304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-25.html' title='Day 25'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-2483768654789936360</id><published>2010-09-16T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T23:48:50.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Tumblr Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 23</title><content type='html'>Something You Crave For A Lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I have been far from craving anything lately. Actually, it's completely opposite - like someone has thrown a wet blanket over my senses. Like I can't feel anything. It's a pretty sucky feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-2483768654789936360?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/2483768654789936360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=2483768654789936360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/2483768654789936360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/2483768654789936360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-23.html' title='Day 23'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-5680670004291606369</id><published>2010-09-14T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T23:10:51.053+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relient K'/><title type='text'>I Don't Need A Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="360" width="410"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/71XlVdQnZp8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/71XlVdQnZp8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="410" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I listen to the sirens as they sing me back to sleep&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I pray that no one's seriously hurt&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It feels like everything is dying at the pivot point of me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I listen to the sirens tell me things could still be worse&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cause if you close your eyes and listen close&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You can hear the chapter close&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And its all rebound in better clothes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And you like the way this story goes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cause the sun still burns the shadows out&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And there's nothing to complain about now&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cause if this was our destiny I'd treasure the fact&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I'd give you whats left of me if I'd held back&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But I don't need a soul&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No I don't need a soul to hold&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Without you I'm still whole&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You and life remain beautiful&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Departing from the hospital&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ill news shows on your face too well&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're trying not to cough at all it hurts&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All options are exhausted all your numbered days are numbered small&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I miss you now&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I loved you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I know things could still be worse&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-5680670004291606369?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/5680670004291606369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=5680670004291606369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/5680670004291606369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/5680670004291606369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-dont-need-soul.html' title='I Don&apos;t Need A Soul'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-7226969910534992930</id><published>2010-09-14T23:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T23:12:33.075+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Tumblr Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Day 22</title><content type='html'>What Makes You Different From Everyone Else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I feel, just like everyone else. I am... emotional, just like everyone else.... individual, just like everyone else... tempered, just like everyone else... seeking fulfilment, just like everyone else. But. What makes me different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Saved By Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-7226969910534992930?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/7226969910534992930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=7226969910534992930&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/7226969910534992930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/7226969910534992930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-22.html' title='Day 22'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-638823252535896340</id><published>2010-09-14T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T13:20:16.021+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Tumblr Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 21</title><content type='html'>A Picture Of Something That Makes You Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs17/i/2007/142/1/d/music_by_Vitaminoze.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs17/i/2007/142/1/d/music_by_Vitaminoze.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music makes me happy. Listening to it, playing it, performing it, learning it, just everything. It's my passion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-638823252535896340?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/638823252535896340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=638823252535896340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/638823252535896340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/638823252535896340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-21.html' title='Day 21'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-5991346531482504713</id><published>2010-09-13T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T21:35:43.492+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anberlin'/><title type='text'>However Far Away,</title><content type='html'>I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://onelovephoto.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54ee53c428834010535f21308970c-600wi" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://onelovephoto.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54ee53c428834010535f21308970c-600wi" width="318" /&gt;&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/1892273652469597247-5991346531482504713?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/5991346531482504713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=5991346531482504713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/5991346531482504713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/5991346531482504713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/09/however-far-away.html' title='However Far Away,'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-5828596751596317538</id><published>2010-09-11T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T01:22:32.793+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Tumblr Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 20</title><content type='html'>Someone You See Yourself Marrying/Being With In The Future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the heckle the jeckle would I know?! I have No. I. Deah. But if you do happen to see my future husband, do let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-5828596751596317538?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/5828596751596317538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=5828596751596317538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/5828596751596317538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/5828596751596317538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-20.html' title='Day 20'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-2904876198453671631</id><published>2010-09-11T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T01:19:02.906+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Tumblr Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 19</title><content type='html'>Nicknames You Have; Why Do You Have Them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ruby - Technically a nickname, given that my full name is Ruby-Lee, and I tell people to call me that&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rubes - Had that one since I was a little kid, very typical name-Australianisation&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ruby Cherry Tree - Don't ask me, I have no idea...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ruby Ranga - Got this one on recruits, namely because I have red hair and also happen to be named Ruby... original right&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ranga - Red hair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wu-tanger - Was once called this because I wore a Dada hoodie and khaki cargo pants to school.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Squid - Was meant to be a derogatory name for the smart kids in the class (aka those with half a brain)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anything Else Derogatory That Rhymes With Ruby (there are a few) - Because how else can bullies get satisfaction?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-2904876198453671631?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/2904876198453671631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=2904876198453671631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/2904876198453671631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/2904876198453671631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-19.html' title='Day 19'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-5463377586840176654</id><published>2010-09-11T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T01:09:08.309+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Tumblr Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 18</title><content type='html'>Plans/Dreams/Goals You Have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not too bothered about ambition, so I guess any plans/dreams/goals that I have are included in my Bucket List. So here is what I can remember of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go skydiving and bungee jumping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Travel around the world and learn at least 3 LOTEs (languages other than english)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Live and work in at least 3 other countries&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fall madly in love with and marry an awesome guy&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have a minimum of 3 kids&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Own a large and awesome property&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Record, or help in the recording of, at least one song&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perform at a gig with a band&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dance in someone's backyard, lit by fairy lights, after some awesome alfresco dining with red wine, on a summer night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy a really cool camera&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Build up an extensive library of books, DVDs and CDs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Continue to conquer my fears&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Establish myself as a nurse in a community where I am needed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Live for God all of my days&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-5463377586840176654?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/5463377586840176654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=5463377586840176654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/5463377586840176654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/5463377586840176654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-18.html' title='Day 18'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-4644211496727294000</id><published>2010-09-07T22:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T22:43:50.365+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Tumblr Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 17</title><content type='html'>Who Would You Switch Lives With For One Day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many dynamics to this question that it is almost impossible to answer. For example - would I still have my own consciousness there while I was living their life? Or would I be switching personalities also? Because the main reason I would want to switch lives with someone would be to see the way that they think - not live the life that they live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to swap lives with someone to see the way that they think, I would swap with a major world leader (aka Barak Obama)... just to see if they really believe what they preach, and to observe their own vision for their life. Also to see the hows and whys of their mentality - where they are coming from, and what they weigh up when they make the decisions they make. What they value in life and in people. Who they have chosen to be their support network - wives, close friends and advisers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I were to swap lives with someone to live the life that they live for a day, I would swap with a relatively unknown yet established missionary in a small community in a culture completely alien to my own. Probably because this is how I envision my future, and what I have always believed to be the calling placed upon my life. I think it would be awesome to get a taste of the kind of life that they live, and the kind of challenges they face, and to see how God has moved in their life and continues to move in their everyday life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just on a side note, I would also love to go into the mind of Bob Dylan. Because he has such an amazing mind, and such a unique outlook on life :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-4644211496727294000?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/4644211496727294000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=4644211496727294000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/4644211496727294000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/4644211496727294000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-17.html' title='Day 17'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-6125465216646389039</id><published>2010-09-06T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T23:18:12.463+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Tumblr Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 16</title><content type='html'>A Picture of Yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/TIUFXZGLnTI/AAAAAAAAAKY/lnsuQ3ks-yM/s1600/DSC01186.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/TIUFXZGLnTI/AAAAAAAAAKY/lnsuQ3ks-yM/s320/DSC01186.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This was me, a year ago. Not the best quality, but... I like it. It has something of truth in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-6125465216646389039?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/6125465216646389039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=6125465216646389039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/6125465216646389039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/6125465216646389039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-16.html' title='Day 16'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/TIUFXZGLnTI/AAAAAAAAAKY/lnsuQ3ks-yM/s72-c/DSC01186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-3629798991649945696</id><published>2010-09-05T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T19:11:24.732+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>My Greatest Fear?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://iconicphotos.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/picture-aspx.jpeg?w=640&amp;amp;h=491" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="http://iconicphotos.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/picture-aspx.jpeg?w=640&amp;amp;h=491" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being left behind and forgotten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-3629798991649945696?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/3629798991649945696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=3629798991649945696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/3629798991649945696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/3629798991649945696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-greatest-fear.html' title='My Greatest Fear?'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-5139985374795150921</id><published>2010-09-05T18:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T18:05:05.260+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Tumblr Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 15</title><content type='html'>iPod (*coughWindowsMediaPlayercough*) Shuffle: First Ten Songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;"James Dean" &lt;/i&gt;by Hilary Duff&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Where The City Meets The Sea"&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;by The Getaway Plan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I Was Made To Love Her" &lt;/i&gt;by Stevie Wonder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;"By Divine Design" &lt;/i&gt;by Dana Key&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Lovin'" &lt;/i&gt;by Matt Costa &amp;amp; Ane Brun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Hairline Fracture" &lt;/i&gt;by Rise Against&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;"How I Love You"&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;by Planetshakers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Mutt" &lt;/i&gt;by Blink 182&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Time To Dance" &lt;/i&gt;by Panic! At The Disco&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Da Funk/Daftendirekt (Live)"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;by Daft Punk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Wow, what a representation. To be honest, the only bands that I listen to, or have listened to, consistently there would be Planetshakers, Blink 182, Dana Key and Hilary Duff. But I occasionally listen to the rest...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-5139985374795150921?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/5139985374795150921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=5139985374795150921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/5139985374795150921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/5139985374795150921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-15.html' title='Day 15'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-3351068758434503255</id><published>2010-09-05T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T17:55:59.601+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Tumblr Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 14</title><content type='html'>A Pic of You And Your Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only good one that I have is in hard copy, so here is a dodgy phone photo of a photo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/TINorH8SoJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/pUP8oO0Yzt8/s1600/DSC01867.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/TINorH8SoJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/pUP8oO0Yzt8/s320/DSC01867.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It's about 18 months old, and not that good quality, but I love it because it portrays my family and their characters so completely. And there's mum in the background, holding us all together. This is the only framed photo I own. My family is awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-3351068758434503255?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/3351068758434503255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=3351068758434503255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/3351068758434503255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/3351068758434503255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-14.html' title='Day 14'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/TINorH8SoJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/pUP8oO0Yzt8/s72-c/DSC01867.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-1607632250398289480</id><published>2010-09-04T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T19:50:30.221+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Tumblr Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 13</title><content type='html'>A Letter To Someone Who Has Hurt You Recently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Someone Who Has Hurt Me Recently,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, I want to say that I love you and I am so happy for you in regards to the events that have transpired recently. Also, I know that I am not a big part of your life, and I know that you didn't mean to hurt me and in fact are probably completely unaware of it. But the thing is - you did. You are someone that I look up to, and I do consider you to be one of my friends. But you really hurt me when you treat me like a good friend, then treat me like your project, or something. I also hate the fact that you never spend any time with me. I get that you are very busy, and you have a lot of people to look after, but I am not one of them. I appreciate your concern, but I do not enjoy being interrogated, or treated like I am... less than. Talking to you is just not the same any more. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Ruby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - I really do think you're amazing. Never give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-1607632250398289480?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/1607632250398289480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=1607632250398289480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/1607632250398289480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/1607632250398289480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-13.html' title='Day 13'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-4184870922901668467</id><published>2010-09-02T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T21:16:59.001+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Tumblr Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 12</title><content type='html'>How You Found Out About Tumblr (*coughbloggercough*) and Why You Made One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly can't remember how I found out about it. It was a few years ago, during high school, most likely when I was bored and surfing the internet... not sure why I made one either, would probably equate that one to boredom too. Now I just like it because I can post random thoughts and cool lyrics and photos and things, then I don't forget them, and it's sometimes fun to take a look back every now and then. I have kept track of pretty much the past few years of my life on here (some of which I do apologise for - sincerely) but yeah, now days it just helps me to remember things :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-4184870922901668467?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/4184870922901668467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=4184870922901668467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/4184870922901668467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/4184870922901668467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-12.html' title='Day 12'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-3683281602326698490</id><published>2010-09-02T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T21:09:04.044+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Tumblr Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 11</title><content type='html'>(Another) Picture of You and Your Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaand, once again, I'm putting two up, cos I don't have a decent one of the three of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/TH-g1hDBS9I/AAAAAAAAAKI/2z0CtTtTiTc/s1600/P1000892.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/TH-g1hDBS9I/AAAAAAAAAKI/2z0CtTtTiTc/s320/P1000892.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Miss Jessica, there on the left, and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/TH-gr-W5IeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/TdlJEVmlnPI/s1600/me+n+g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/TH-gr-W5IeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/TdlJEVmlnPI/s320/me+n+g.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And miss Georgia, there on the right, and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;You guys are awesome, Jessica my gold-mining, business partner forward slash hut-mate, and Georgia my many-strawed, green-finger-nailed sunshine. Don't ever die... NINJAS FOREVER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Call Me ;) xox&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-3683281602326698490?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/3683281602326698490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=3683281602326698490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/3683281602326698490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/3683281602326698490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-11.html' title='Day 11'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/TH-g1hDBS9I/AAAAAAAAAKI/2z0CtTtTiTc/s72-c/P1000892.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-2810459087379100468</id><published>2010-08-31T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T11:50:35.583+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Tumblr Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 10</title><content type='html'>Songs You Listen To When You're Sad, Mad, Happy, Bored, Hyped...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sad:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;'At This Moment' - &lt;i&gt;Michael Buble&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;'Fix You' - &lt;i&gt;Coldplay&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;'The Living Sculptures of Pemberly'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'Liz on Top of the World'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'The Secret Life of Daydreams'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'Darcy's Letter'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'Your Hands Are Cold'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'Credits' - &lt;i&gt;Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice Soundtrack, Dario Marianelli&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;'Fascination' - &lt;i&gt;Kiem&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;'Tonight I Wanna Cry' - &lt;i&gt;Keith Urban&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mad:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Best of Taste of Chaos, Volume 2 (Compilation)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anything by Three Days Grace&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maybe a bit of Yellowcard...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Transformers Soundtrack&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Floorfillers: The Ultimate Party Album, disc 1, 2 &amp;amp; 3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My 'Ultimate Singalong' playlist... all the happiest and best songs from most of the albums I own :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bored:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think I listen to music when I'm bored. Isn't the whole point of being bored that you don't feel like doing anything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hyped:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 'Party' playlist, which is mostly good house music :) or anything that's just upbeat and good to sing along to aka Relient K, Yellowcard, Blink 182, etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-2810459087379100468?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/2810459087379100468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=2810459087379100468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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9</title><content type='html'>Something You're Proud of in the Last Few Days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not scream or get overly frightened once during the torch light tour of the 100 or so year old maximum security fremantle prison :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-8593689761240036748?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/8593689761240036748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=8593689761240036748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/8593689761240036748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/8593689761240036748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-9.html' title='Day 9'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-5498133473102838605</id><published>2010-08-30T00:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T00:53:42.102+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Tumblr Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 8</title><content type='html'>Short Term Goals For This Month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do well in both of my human biology tests&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Continue to grow in my relationship with God, and therefore continue to grow as a person&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be nicer to people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have a good, healthy, argument-free weekend at home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fix my bike&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Develop some core body strength&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be someone that other people look up to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-5498133473102838605?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/5498133473102838605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=5498133473102838605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text'>Day 7</title><content type='html'>A Picture of Someone/thing That Has Had A Major Impact on You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure whether this means the picture has had a major impact or the person? I'm going to go with person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/THjQg_YOqXI/AAAAAAAAAJw/kVEAGDD-1yY/s1600/DSC01357.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/THjQg_YOqXI/AAAAAAAAAJw/kVEAGDD-1yY/s320/DSC01357.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this seems like an obvious answer, but I cannot stress how much my dad has impacted (and continues to impact) me. He is the person who has hurt me more than anyone in the world, but only because I look up to him so much, and disappointing him hurts bad. He is a living example of the kind of person I want to be when I grow up. He is the person who's opinion about life issues I value above anyone else's. He is the one who will tell me to snap out of it (however bluntly) if I'm about to make a terrible decision, or if I'm heading in the wrong direction. He is the one who prays for and with me through all things. He is the one who will protect me and stand by me, a pillar of strength, no matter what. As far as I'm concerned, although he has made plenty of mistakes, and will continue to, he is the best dad in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-7769945519758154093?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/7769945519758154093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=7769945519758154093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/7769945519758154093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/7769945519758154093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-7.html' title='Day 7'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/THjQg_YOqXI/AAAAAAAAAJw/kVEAGDD-1yY/s72-c/DSC01357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-840976272342255608</id><published>2010-08-27T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T10:49:10.382+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Tumblr Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 6</title><content type='html'>Your Favourite Superhero And Why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://movie-poster.ws/movies/wallpaper/cartoon/incredibles/dash.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://movie-poster.ws/movies/wallpaper/cartoon/incredibles/dash.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dash, from The Incredibles. Because he is awesome!! The way he punched that dude in the face - classic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-840976272342255608?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/840976272342255608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=840976272342255608&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/840976272342255608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/840976272342255608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-6.html' title='Day 6'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-4091608679999108262</id><published>2010-08-27T10:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T10:44:40.089+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Tumblr Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 5</title><content type='html'>A Picture of Somewhere You've Been Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/ab/Curtin_T.L._Robertson_Library.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/ab/Curtin_T.L._Robertson_Library.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;T.L. ROBERTSON LIBRARY @ CURTIN UNIVERSITY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was fully intending to do all sorts of study... yyyyeah. Didn't happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-4091608679999108262?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/4091608679999108262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=4091608679999108262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/4091608679999108262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/4091608679999108262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-5.html' title='Day 5'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-7694594763479837050</id><published>2010-08-26T16:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T10:40:56.871+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Debussy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I ♥ Debussy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arabesque 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="410"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A6s49OKp6aE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A6s49OKp6aE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="410" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clair De Lune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="410"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LlvUepMa31o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LlvUepMa31o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="410" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-7694594763479837050?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/7694594763479837050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=7694594763479837050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/7694594763479837050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/7694594763479837050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-debussy-arabesque-1-clair-de-lune.html' title=''/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-6225040457040934391</id><published>2010-08-26T00:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T15:43:10.707+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>I'm Wasted</title><content type='html'>I'm so wasted on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://amberfischer.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/ed-_MG_1688.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://amberfischer.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/ed-_MG_1688.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&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/1892273652469597247-6225040457040934391?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/6225040457040934391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=6225040457040934391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/6225040457040934391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/6225040457040934391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-wasted.html' title='I&apos;m Wasted'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-5679597490531486835</id><published>2010-08-25T16:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T10:39:56.090+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Tumblr Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 4</title><content type='html'>A Habit You Wish You Didn't Have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems strange to say that you have a habit that you wish you didn't have, because if you wish you didn't have it then why do you have it? But mine is picking at my face. Chances are it only makes the acne worse...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-5679597490531486835?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/5679597490531486835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=5679597490531486835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/5679597490531486835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/5679597490531486835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-4.html' title='Day 4'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-1831048674979213608</id><published>2010-08-24T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T23:11:02.756+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Tumblr Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>A Photo of You and Your Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is rather hard for me, because I have a couple of sets of close friends from different circles, so I am going to put up two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/THPecgHkIqI/AAAAAAAAAJg/K_i_MIrC39Y/s1600/P1000696.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/THPecgHkIqI/AAAAAAAAAJg/K_i_MIrC39Y/s320/P1000696.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Top Row, from left) Me, Anja, Vicky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Bottom Row) Gillz, Lola and Cherokee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This photo was taken a couple of months ago when my good friend Anja was visiting Australia again (she came over on exchange from Germany in 2007). It was really awesome to see her again, and to get the group together one last time before she left. All of us were very good friends through school and have stayed such since. They are all awesome people, and I miss them muchly :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/THPeypkOdYI/AAAAAAAAAJo/00c90_Heh2U/s1600/DSC01500.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/THPeypkOdYI/AAAAAAAAAJo/00c90_Heh2U/s320/DSC01500.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(From left) Me, Lizzy, Rach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;These two I met during my gap year with the RAAF, and this photo was taken when Lizzy and I went to visit Rach over her birthday (which is, consequently, on Australia day) in Adelaide. We also went to the Big Day Out while we were there. Lizzy is from Melbourne and I am from Perth, and we were both visiting Adelaide for the first time. I love and miss them both, and look forward to seeing them again when they come to visit me for new years and Southbound - can't wait guys! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-1831048674979213608?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/1831048674979213608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=1831048674979213608&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/1831048674979213608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/1831048674979213608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/THPecgHkIqI/AAAAAAAAAJg/K_i_MIrC39Y/s72-c/P1000696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-4434808514055465710</id><published>2010-08-24T00:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T00:11:59.998+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>e. e. cummings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;i carry your heart with me(i carry it in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;my heart)i am never without it(anywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;by only me is your doing,my darling)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;i fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;and whatever a sun will always sing is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;here is the deepest secret nobody knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Just... gorgeous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-4434808514055465710?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/4434808514055465710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=4434808514055465710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/4434808514055465710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/4434808514055465710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/08/e-e-cummings.html' title='e. e. cummings'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-6663776401141014136</id><published>2010-08-23T13:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T00:11:44.901+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Tumblr Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>The Meaning of Your Tumblr (*cough* Blogger) Name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly... no particular meaning at all! It just sounds cool :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-6663776401141014136?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/6663776401141014136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=6663776401141014136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/6663776401141014136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/6663776401141014136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-4528330421218259870</id><published>2010-08-22T19:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T13:49:19.042+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Tumblr Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>A Recent Picture of Yourself and 15 Facts About Yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/THEACVT-25I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/n4mm5riQBpA/s1600/mwa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/THEACVT-25I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/n4mm5riQBpA/s320/mwa.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My face can be happy and sad at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My hair defines me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was born in Busselton, a coastal town in the South-West of Western Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Agnes and Enzo (from &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Busselton-Australia/Gelato-Buonissimo-Busselton/255816982433#!/pages/Busselton-Australia/Gelato-Buonissimo-Busselton/255816982433?v=info&amp;amp;__a=4&amp;amp;ajaxpipe=1"&gt;Gelato Buonissimo&lt;/a&gt;) make and sell the best ice-cream I've ever tasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/8/9336525_82f77894e9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/8/9336525_82f77894e9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The above photo of myself was taken at a bush dance in a small town called Mount Barker, where I was staying with a few friends over the weekend. The view of the Stirling Ranges from their backyard was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;From the time I began reading novels (about 9 years of age, I believe) until about two years ago, I would be reading around five books at any one given time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am currently making pikelets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://melissagoodsell.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/09/13/pikelets_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://melissagoodsell.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/09/13/pikelets_2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have an undying faith in my Lord Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Music is one of my passions. I am one of those people who will notice any background music and identify (or try to) it. I am also obsessed with good soundtracks (aka Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice, Sister Act 2, The Boat That Rocked, Transformers, etc etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundtrackgeek.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/pride300m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://soundtrackgeek.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/pride300m.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just burnt my pikelets because I forgot about them. I do that a lot when cooking.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am the oldest of four children. My parents are happily married and have been for the past twenty or so years. The littlest is six. I miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/THEHH-wZc1I/AAAAAAAAAJY/vV3_LWHWclA/s1600/eve2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/THEHH-wZc1I/AAAAAAAAAJY/vV3_LWHWclA/s320/eve2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;I spent one year with the RAAF (Royal Australian Air Force). I have never learned so much about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I feel sad whenever I see those girls with the dyed, straigtened, platinum blonde hair and a face inch thick in orange make-up. I wish they were happier with themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can watch/read my favourite books/movies over and over and never get sick of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love you. So does Jesus.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-4528330421218259870?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/4528330421218259870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=4528330421218259870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/4528330421218259870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/4528330421218259870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/THEACVT-25I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/n4mm5riQBpA/s72-c/mwa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-644970097840685041</id><published>2010-08-21T22:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T00:11:26.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Tumblr Challenge'/><title type='text'>30 Day Tumblr Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;So, I know this isn't a tumblr blog... but this is a pretty cool challenge :) anyway... Until Tomorrow :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;day 1 - a recent picture of yourself and 15 facts about yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;day 2 - the meaning of your tumblr name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;day 3 - a picture of you and your friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;day 4 - a habit you wish you didn’t have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;day 5 - a picture of somewhere you’ve been to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;day 6 - favourite superhero and why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;day 7 - a picture of something/someone that has a major impact on you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;day 8 - short term goals for this month&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;day 9 - something you’re proud of in the past few days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;day 10 - songs you listen to when you’re sad, mad, happy, bored, hyped..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;day 11 - a picture of you and your friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;day 12 - how you found out about tumblr and why you made one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;day 13 - a letter to someone who has hurt you recently&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;day 14 - a pic of you and your family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;day 15 - ipod shuffle: first ten songs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;day 16 - picture of yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;day 17 - who would you switch lives with for one day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;day 19- nicknames you have; why do you have them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;day 20 - someone you see yourself marrying/being with in the future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;day 21 - a picture of something that makes you happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;day 22 - what makes you different from everyone else?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;day 23 - something you crave for a lot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;day 24 - a letter to your parents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;day 25 - what I would find in your bag?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;day 26 - what you think about your friends?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;day 27 - why are you doing this 30 day challenge?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;day 28 - a picture of you last year and now, how have you changed since then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;day 29 - in this past month, what have you learned?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;day 30 - who are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-644970097840685041?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/644970097840685041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=644970097840685041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/644970097840685041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/644970097840685041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/08/30-day-tumblr-challenge.html' title='30 Day Tumblr Challenge'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-7464183079444748730</id><published>2010-07-16T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T21:44:51.098+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Redemption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Redemption</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://adlads.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/redemption.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="308" src="http://adlads.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/redemption.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we forget Redemption. This is me remembering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is so amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-7464183079444748730?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/7464183079444748730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=7464183079444748730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/7464183079444748730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/7464183079444748730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/07/redemption.html' title='Redemption'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-8710985172521071644</id><published>2010-06-13T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T19:40:00.858+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Noise</title><content type='html'>When I eventually get a house, I want one of these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mysite.verizon.net/res1t267/Images/anechoic_chamber_lg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://mysite.verizon.net/res1t267/Images/anechoic_chamber_lg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;SOUND PROOF ROOM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;so I can scream, and cry, and shout, and sing, and play music, and clang cymbals as loudly as I want to with no-one the wiser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-8710985172521071644?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/8710985172521071644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=8710985172521071644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/8710985172521071644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/8710985172521071644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/06/noise.html' title='Noise'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-3969743012982818731</id><published>2010-06-11T12:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T13:43:35.342+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We were way before our time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As bold as we were blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/TBHCbWAF_XI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Iwxi0IpxCYM/s1600/bold+blind+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/TBHCbWAF_XI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Iwxi0IpxCYM/s320/bold+blind+2.jpg" /&gt;&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/1892273652469597247-3969743012982818731?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/3969743012982818731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=3969743012982818731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/3969743012982818731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/3969743012982818731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/06/we-were-way-before-our-time-as-bold-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/TBHCbWAF_XI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Iwxi0IpxCYM/s72-c/bold+blind+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-2451867834550450084</id><published>2010-06-08T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T11:44:12.435+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>A Trailer For Every Academy Award Winning Movie Ever</title><content type='html'>Ok, I have GOT to share this with you... sooo funny....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object data="http://cdn-i.dmdentertainment.com/DMVideoPlayer/player.swf" height="231" id="player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="410"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://cdn-i.dmdentertainment.com/DMVideoPlayer/player.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="demand_site_id=CRCC&amp;TITLE=A%20Trailer%20for%20Every%20Academy%20Award%20Winning%20Movie%20Ever&amp;demand_preroll_source=http%3A//cdn-www.cracked.com/php/video/Pre-Roll1b_cr.swf&amp;demand_uihex=FFD000&amp;demand_cat=Movies%20%26%20TV&amp;demand_content_sourcekey=cracked.com&amp;KEYWORDS=&amp;demand_bghex=0&amp;video_title=A%20Trailer%20for%20Every%20Academy%20Award%20Winning%20Movie%20Ever&amp;demand_preroll=true&amp;DESC=&amp;demand_iconurl=http%3A//cdn-www.cracked.com/ui/images/16X16_CRACKED_Red_C.png&amp;demand_continuous_play=1&amp;ADAPTAG=BriTANicK&amp;adPartner=Adap&amp;KEY=DemandMediacracked&amp;CATEGORIES=Movies%20%26%20TV&amp;demand_icontext=Watch%20more%20videos%20at%20Cracked.com%20America%27s%20only%20humor%20site.&amp;demand_related_feed=http%3A//www.cracked.com/video_related_18156_a-trailer-every-academy-award-winning-movie-ever.xml&amp;demand_rvbg=&amp;demand_autoplay=0&amp;URL=http%3A//cdn-www.cracked.com/phpimages/videos/9/4/1/19941_608X342.flv&amp;demand_iconlink=http%3A//www.cracked.com/&amp;comscore_c3=7290858&amp;v=3.0.4.c&amp;COMPANION_DIV_ID=adaptv_ad_companion_div&amp;demand_report_url=http%3A//www.cracked.com/update.aspx&amp;demand_related=1&amp;demand_rvthumb=http%3A//cdn-www.cracked.com/phpimages/image/9/4/9/19949.jpg%3Fv%3D2&amp;sitename=Cracked.com&amp;ID=18156&amp;demand_content_id=18156&amp;skin=http%3A//cdn-i.dmdentertainment.com/DMVideoPlayer/playerskin.swf&amp;source=http%3A//cdn-www.cracked.com/phpimages/videos/9/4/1/19941_608X342.flv&amp;demand_rvdisplaymode=2&amp;demand_rvpip=0&amp;height=22&amp;demand_show_replay=true&amp;demand_tracking=1&amp;demand_page_url=http%3A//www.cracked.com/video_18156_a-trailer-every-academy-award-winning-movie-ever.html&amp;wa_vemb=1" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cracked.com/video_18156_a-trailer-every-academy-award-winning-movie-ever.html"&gt;A Trailer for Every Academy Award Winning Movie Ever&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So very quotable! It is now an inside joke between my friends and I...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-2451867834550450084?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/2451867834550450084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=2451867834550450084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/2451867834550450084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/2451867834550450084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/06/trailer-for-every-academy-award-winning.html' title='A Trailer For Every Academy Award Winning Movie Ever'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-3947570180350348047</id><published>2010-06-04T12:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T12:41:14.869+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='train'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Best song!! I love this band :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="410"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PIXIl2QgN2E&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PIXIl2QgN2E&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Parachute"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wanna take you with me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;to life with no more yesterdays&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;we can start again awake and so excited&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and change the way we always push&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;we always push&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll open up and be your parachute&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and I'll never let you down&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;so open up and be my human angel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and we'll only hit the ground&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;running&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and when the world gets sharp and tries to cut you down to size&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and makes you feel like giving in&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;oh, I will stay, I will rain, I will wash the words and pain away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and I will chase away the way we push&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the way we pull&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;you're beautiful&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll open up and be your parachute&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and I'll never let you down&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;so open up and be my human angel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and we'll only hit the ground&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;running&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and if it feels like we might drop&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;it will stop&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;so don't look down&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;it wouldn't be the same without you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;this life is too good to give up on&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll open up and be your parachute&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and I'll never let you down&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;so open up and be my human angel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and we'll only hit the ground&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and we're gonna hit the ground&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;running&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-3947570180350348047?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/3947570180350348047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=3947570180350348047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/3947570180350348047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/3947570180350348047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/06/best-song-i-love-this-band-d-parachute.html' title=''/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-9163066176102668728</id><published>2010-06-02T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T18:34:47.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I'm just like.... why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why&amp;nbsp;why why why why why why why why why why why WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY&amp;nbsp;WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY&amp;nbsp;WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY&amp;nbsp;WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY&amp;nbsp;WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY&amp;nbsp;WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY&amp;nbsp;WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY&amp;nbsp;WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY&amp;nbsp;WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY&amp;nbsp;WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY&amp;nbsp;WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY&amp;nbsp;WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY&amp;nbsp;WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-9163066176102668728?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/9163066176102668728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=9163066176102668728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/9163066176102668728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/9163066176102668728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/06/sometimes-im-just-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-8187640431688486219</id><published>2010-05-31T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T14:39:56.673+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Newcastle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camping'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am sitting in the library deciding to blog instead of study. Let's hope I don't fail then come back to this post and hit myself over the head saying "What was I THINKING?!" I am actually starving hungry also, but I'm trying to preserve money.. Oh well, I'll make this short then go grab a nibble :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO life has been going by very fast recently! It's almost like I'm having an out-of-body experience, just watching as this person with red hair sleeps and eats and walks around and does stuff... It's all very strange! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is going into hibernation for exams, which are coming up in 2 weeks exactly (NOT looking forward to it, but on the plus side - holidays in 3!) I am simply hoping I will pass everything... study week is going to be a Drag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have a lot of very exciting things to look forward to! My friend ANJA is visiting from GERMANY and we are going to go camping and maybe hopefully climb mt tally in the stirling ranges! I also have a week long camp, a friend's goodbye party, a week long visit to New South Wales and a friend's engagement party :) THOSE are the things pushing me forward, especially the NSW trip, I can't wait to see Sydney and Newcastle and inhabitants again, though I do wish people wouldn't keep going away at the exact same time I come to visit! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting a little bit sick of all my music, I need more!! I also miss singing so very much :( I am feeling the urge to start a band or something, just so I can sing again! I think I shall have to hunt down a choir or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so very glad that all this will be over in 3 weeks and that I am going camping... There's just something about going bush that can't be equalled. Also, all kinds of strange things seem to happen on camps - be it the awesome sky, the lack of civilisation or the campfires I don't know - it is a bonding experience like no other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://spoolphotography.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/stirling-ranges-blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://spoolphotography.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/stirling-ranges-blog.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am reeeally hungry and I seriously need to do at least a little bit of study before the day is out... I shall ttyl :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-8187640431688486219?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/8187640431688486219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=8187640431688486219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/8187640431688486219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/8187640431688486219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am-sitting-in-library-deciding-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-8189492125749594809</id><published>2010-05-22T10:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T15:34:23.588+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paul Colman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A couple of songs that help me to feel encouraged at the worst of times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The One Thing" - Paul Colman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="410"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GZB0i1wTJxg&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GZB0i1wTJxg&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Holding On To You" - Paul Colman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="410"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v2GoKIzfpcY&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v2GoKIzfpcY&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="410" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, when I need to make what seems like a difficult decision, I forget that God has everything in control, and the decision seems harder and harder... then I remember that, hang on, God knows exactly what will make me happy, so I am worrying about things that don't need to be worried about... I love you God, and I trust that things will work out! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for the reminder dad :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-8189492125749594809?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/8189492125749594809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=8189492125749594809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/8189492125749594809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/8189492125749594809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/05/couple-of-songs-that-help-me-to-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-5170808674600682938</id><published>2010-05-16T15:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T11:54:00.799+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lonely Planet Images'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>The Lonely Planet</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to share some absolutely amazing photography with you... the portraits are some of my favourites (though all the others are beautiful also)... it must feel so good to be able to capture pieces of people's essences so fully :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/TA2-OktJZNI/AAAAAAAAAIo/15ud8Smleys/s1600/portrait1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/TA2-OktJZNI/AAAAAAAAAIo/15ud8Smleys/s320/portrait1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/TA2-RnVXzYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/bd4tj8lnLlM/s1600/portrait3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/TA2-RnVXzYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/bd4tj8lnLlM/s320/portrait3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/TA2-UrkRAiI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ke5jDaVwRFs/s1600/portrait4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/TA2-UrkRAiI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ke5jDaVwRFs/s320/portrait4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/TA2-W4WM0YI/AAAAAAAAAJA/CB5SuuJOT9o/s1600/portrait2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/TA2-W4WM0YI/AAAAAAAAAJA/CB5SuuJOT9o/s320/portrait2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Click on the title to see more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-5170808674600682938?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.lonelyplanetimages.com/collections' title='The Lonely Planet'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/5170808674600682938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=5170808674600682938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/5170808674600682938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/5170808674600682938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/05/lonely-planet.html' title='The Lonely Planet'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/TA2-OktJZNI/AAAAAAAAAIo/15ud8Smleys/s72-c/portrait1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-8438456779501850423</id><published>2010-05-15T15:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T15:35:02.708+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>I'm A Soul Sister!</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to express my absolute love for this song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="410"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/xd9lmi"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/xd9lmi" width="410" height="360" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I hear it my soul sings! I can imagine myself dancing to this on a summer's night in someone's backyard, lit by fairy lights, after some alfresco dining :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is really good right now! I'm feeling happier then I have in a long time... the sadness is still there, but I'm not worrying about it because.. I know that will accomplish nothing... and things are going to be ok :) I love my God and all the amazing things he has done and continues to do in my life and the lives of people around me :) I love my family and friends and their unwavering support... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I hope you read this and feel happy! Because life is short, but some things are worth waiting for.. because the hurting comes with the caring... because Life is SO BEAUTIFUL!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-8438456779501850423?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/8438456779501850423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=8438456779501850423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/8438456779501850423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/8438456779501850423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-soul-sister.html' title='I&apos;m A Soul Sister!'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-173717095260110015</id><published>2010-04-22T10:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T11:57:47.922+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blink 182'/><title type='text'>Adam's Song</title><content type='html'>I'm listening to "&lt;i&gt;Adam's Song&lt;/i&gt;" by Blink-182 and I'm wondering who's Adam? And why write a song for him? Here are the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;I never thought I'd die alone&lt;br /&gt;I laughed the loudest who'd have known&lt;br /&gt;I traced the cord back to the wall&lt;br /&gt;No wonder it was never plugged in at all&lt;br /&gt;I took my time, I hurried up&lt;br /&gt;The choice was mine, I didn't think enough&lt;br /&gt;I'm too depressed, to go on&lt;br /&gt;You'll be sorry when I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never conquered, rarely came&lt;br /&gt;16 just held such better days&lt;br /&gt;Days when I still felt alive&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't wait to get outside&lt;br /&gt;The world was wide, too late to try&lt;br /&gt;The tour was over we'd survived&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't wait till I got home&lt;br /&gt;To pass the time in my room alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd die alone&lt;br /&gt;Another six months I'll be unknown&lt;br /&gt;Give all my things to all my friends&lt;br /&gt;You'll never set foot in my room again&lt;br /&gt;You'll close it off, board it up&lt;br /&gt;Remember the time that I spilled the cup&lt;br /&gt;Of apple juice in the hall&lt;br /&gt;Please tell mom this is not her fault&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then it pretty much just repeats the second verse (or chorus?) a couple of times. It's a pretty depressing song. It makes me feel sad for Adam, whoever he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am speaking of Blink-182 because I recently bought their Greatest Hits album. I also bought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Colour And The Shape &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;by the Foo Fighters at the same time. And I'm thinking of buying some more classical music to help me study (yes, I like to listen to classical music when I study. It really does help... but as soon as I put music with words on, my brain just fuddles).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What are you listening to, and how does it affect you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-173717095260110015?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/173717095260110015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=173717095260110015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/173717095260110015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/173717095260110015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/04/adams-song.html' title='Adam&apos;s Song'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-857315948687075484</id><published>2010-04-14T10:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T15:36:04.785+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Cool Movie Trailers</title><content type='html'>I absolutely LOVE going to the movies, so here is a couple I am looking forward to seeing... we shall see if they are as good as they look :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Knight &amp;amp; Day: Yes, I know it's got Tom Cruise in it, but he has acting skills in his favour, so if you can just ignore everything else about him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="410"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vAAYcts4GrM&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vAAYcts4GrM&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next up: Kick Ass. This looks so cool. But it is MA15+ so I have my doubts... oh well, I'll watch it (probably on DVD though) then see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="410"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DrKHu2UX1vA&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DrKHu2UX1vA&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally, Book of Eli. This looks soooo cool, I love Denzel Washington!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="410"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HlneJ7W7lAc&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HlneJ7W7lAc&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, let me know what you think or if you've seen them and have some ratings for me :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-857315948687075484?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/857315948687075484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=857315948687075484&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/857315948687075484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/857315948687075484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/04/cool-movie-trailers.html' title='Cool Movie Trailers'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-4105015951314326045</id><published>2010-04-08T19:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T11:59:24.629+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I received a nice surprise in the mail today - a birthday card and some money from my grandparents (thank-you muchly, it is definitely appreciated). Yes, last Monday was my birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another year gone. I remember my last one like it was yesterday. It's Times Like These When I Feel Old. Which is strange, because my head is telling me I'm young, and I am, I haven't seen much of the world, I'm largely quite ignorant, but man my heart feels old. It's pumping, pumping away... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadness is so hard to get rid of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if a burden like this one is meant to be carried?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-4105015951314326045?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/4105015951314326045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=4105015951314326045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/4105015951314326045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/4105015951314326045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-received-nice-surprise-in-mail-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-2084115021932860287</id><published>2010-04-04T11:45:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T11:58:54.960+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>The Ultimate Heartbreaker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it doest not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.&lt;/div&gt;It &lt;b&gt;always &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;protects&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;always &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;trusts&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;      &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;hopes&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;     &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;always &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;perseveres&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Love Never Fails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1 Corinthians 13:4-8&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;So just be careful the next time you go thinking you love someone. Because it's so much more then that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-2084115021932860287?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/2084115021932860287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=2084115021932860287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/2084115021932860287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/2084115021932860287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/04/ultimate-heartbreaker.html' title='The Ultimate Heartbreaker'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-5141974138926878257</id><published>2010-03-25T22:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T11:59:59.678+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Storms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Isn't God Amazing?</title><content type='html'>Well some exciting things have been happening recently! I got a letter from Anja yesterday, which is always fantasmic, and she is coming to visit in July! My best friend is in Sydney, hopefully having a ball, and I am strongly considering exchange to Canada for a semester next year :) Oh, and some other good friends are coming to visit me here in Perth from around Australia as the year goes on! All very exciting :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had some craaazy weather on Monday! It was Freaking Amazing. Our God is so coool... Really showed his beauty and majesty... storms like that one really make you forget about yourself for a while. Here's a couple of pics...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one is of the steps just outside the Tav at Curtin uni, during the storm as I was walking home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/S6t3lxLu4EI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/oL94gVm81co/s1600/DSC01786.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452583264603529282" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/S6t3lxLu4EI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/oL94gVm81co/s200/DSC01786.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 200px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 150px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is of the library at UWA... that area copped it worst I believe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/S6t3mZPvi6I/AAAAAAAAAIY/ARJ__mUGNYA/s1600/Fine+arts+library+at+UWA.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452583275357768610" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/S6t3mZPvi6I/AAAAAAAAAIY/ARJ__mUGNYA/s200/Fine+arts+library+at+UWA.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 200px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 150px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Subiaco train station!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/S6t3m927CdI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ADgeoSYFelI/s1600/Subie+train+station.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452583285185776082" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/S6t3m927CdI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ADgeoSYFelI/s200/Subie+train+station.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 150px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the highlight of the week, that storm. Beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really loving life at the moment. I feel like God is working through me to reach others, I have gained a lot of really good friends and uni life is just amazing :) I am keeping busy (though running out of money quickly!) and have been volunteering at the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.estherfoundation.org.au/"&gt;Esther Foundation&lt;/a&gt; on Wednesday afternoons, which I am really enjoying. I even spent some time with my dad the other day and actually really enjoyed it... My brother is coming up to stay with me next week which will be awesome, I can't wait to see him again :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, enough I think, I'm glad that I get to talk about happy things this time eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, Lord You Are Just Beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank-You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-5141974138926878257?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/5141974138926878257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=5141974138926878257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/5141974138926878257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/5141974138926878257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/03/isnt-god-amazing.html' title='Isn&apos;t God Amazing?'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/S6t3lxLu4EI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/oL94gVm81co/s72-c/DSC01786.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-2118722318780218607</id><published>2010-03-20T15:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T12:01:06.651+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clubbing'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I went out to Northbridge last night with some new friends at pretty much regretted it all night. The club was crap, the people were drunk and the music was lacking. The best part of the whole night was maccas at 5am. Slept in till 2.30 this arvo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am now faced with the dilemma of what to do today - study, as was previously planned, or sit around doing stuff all... think I might do a bit of both :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Definitely No Going Out Tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/S6R3-HkdnYI/AAAAAAAAAII/qSrvFFs-__E/s1600-h/DSC01783.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450613358092721538" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/S6R3-HkdnYI/AAAAAAAAAII/qSrvFFs-__E/s200/DSC01783.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 200px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 150px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-2118722318780218607?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/2118722318780218607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=2118722318780218607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/2118722318780218607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/2118722318780218607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-i-went-out-to-northbridge-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/S6R3-HkdnYI/AAAAAAAAAII/qSrvFFs-__E/s72-c/DSC01783.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-3647643428667509056</id><published>2010-03-06T17:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T12:01:31.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><title type='text'>Stupid Memory... I think I'm Going Senile</title><content type='html'>Ok, so here I am, all set for the bus ride home, getting my gear together, putting one bag on the floor so I can load up the car with my other bags, driving off, realizing I have LEFT MY OTHER BAG ON THE FLOOR OF THE GARAGE and I can't go back or I'll miss my bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, this would all be ok if it was just some crappy, meaningless bag with nothing in it... but it had my mp3, my chocolate and my jacket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAMMIT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-3647643428667509056?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/3647643428667509056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=3647643428667509056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/3647643428667509056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/3647643428667509056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/03/stupid-memory-i-think-im-going-senile.html' title='Stupid Memory... I think I&apos;m Going Senile'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-7329086289906588078</id><published>2010-02-18T21:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T12:01:53.531+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>I read something very interesting today (thank-you Chris):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The grand essentials of happiness are: something to do, something to love and something to hope for.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so true. Wow, it's true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you imagine what you'd be like without them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-7329086289906588078?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/7329086289906588078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=7329086289906588078&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/7329086289906588078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/7329086289906588078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/02/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-5864152069598513378</id><published>2010-02-06T13:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T12:15:07.595+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'MS sans serif';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'MS sans serif';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'MS sans serif';"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'MS sans serif';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sonnet 116&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'MS sans serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'MS sans serif';"&gt;Let me not to the marriage of true minds&lt;br /&gt;Admit impediments. Love is not love&lt;br /&gt;Which alters when it alteration finds,&lt;br /&gt;Or bends with the remover to remove:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no! it is an ever-fixéd mark,&lt;br /&gt;That looks on tempests and is never shaken;&lt;br /&gt;It is the star to every wandering bark,&lt;br /&gt;Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.&lt;br /&gt;Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks&lt;br /&gt;Within his bending sickle's compass come'&lt;br /&gt;Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,&lt;br /&gt;But bears it out even to the edge of doom.&lt;br /&gt;If this be error and upon me proved,&lt;br /&gt;I never writ, nor no man ever loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'MS sans serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'MS sans serif';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'MS sans serif';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'MS sans serif';"&gt;Consider it, for a moment. Digest it. Read it again. See the divine strength of it's roots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'MS sans serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'MS sans serif';"&gt;Hold on to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-5864152069598513378?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/5864152069598513378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=5864152069598513378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/5864152069598513378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/5864152069598513378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/02/sonnet-116-let-me-not-to-marriage-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-3251143505391045350</id><published>2010-02-05T15:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T12:02:48.321+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you know I'm moving to the city in a week? To study. I'm psyched, but I had a revelation today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have spent so much time this summer thinking about the year that has passed and everything that has happened that I have almost forgotten to think about the future, about this year and all it could hold in store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a bit shocking. I'm too young to be dwelling on the past. 18! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I've decided I need a wake-up call. And moving to the city is definitely a good start. I'll be meeting and living with people who don't have their heads in the clouds, hopefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps they can pull me down to earth?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-3251143505391045350?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/3251143505391045350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=3251143505391045350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/3251143505391045350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/3251143505391045350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/02/do-you-know-im-moving-to-city-in-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-2597762391341380905</id><published>2010-02-01T16:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T12:03:44.945+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Mayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loneliness'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"I'm perfectly lonely, I'm perfectly lonely, I'm perfectly lonely, yeah, because I don't belong to anyone, and nobody belongs to me..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A beautifully sad song. John Mayer is awesome. You should all go out and buy his new album because it totally reflects his awesomeness. As do all of his albums, actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, yesterday I got back from a week spent in Adelaide. I miss it already. Actually, scrap that, I miss CITY. Full stop. I love Busselton, but it is so completely lacking in nightlife and rooms full of people in which I don't know a single person. But it's ok, because I'm moving to Perth in a couple of weeks anyways :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, as I lie here on my king size bed typing away on my overused laptop while trying to upload photos to facebook (stupid thing is taking FOREVER), it occurs to me that loneliness is such a physical thing, don't you think? You can be talking to someone, on the phone or whatever, and still feel... completely... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lonely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a crap feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess that's one reason why I like the city so much? It's easier to not feel so lonely when you're surrounded by a million potential friends, I think. Some feel otherwise, but... even though it is very easy to feel lonely even when you're surrounded by people, at least you're not alone in your loneliness... there's always more people, right, more friends to be made, more randoms to chat to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I was left alone with my thoughts all the time I would go crazy. I mean, more crazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onto more positive subjects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I bought a pack of blank CDs in preparation for getting a car. I've already started working on some playlists and I am getting very excited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, you should request songs for me to put on them! Yes! Travelling music :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I have things to do and people to talk to! Adios!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-2597762391341380905?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/2597762391341380905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=2597762391341380905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/2597762391341380905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/2597762391341380905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-perfectly-lonely-im-perfectly-lonely.html' title=''/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-3949805884321811395</id><published>2010-01-27T12:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T12:15:22.285+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plus 44'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I could,&lt;br /&gt;I'd only want to make you smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to stay with me awhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-3949805884321811395?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/3949805884321811395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=3949805884321811395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/3949805884321811395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/3949805884321811395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-i-could-id-only-want-to-make-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-2569210078498147045</id><published>2009-12-18T10:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T12:05:07.998+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I have just finished moving in to my new room and setting up all my things, and I am now sitting on my (king size!) bed typing away and looking at the results of my housework.  My things just finished arriving by courier the other day, so I now have my beloved DVD/Book/CD collection back, and my keyboard :D This new room has two massive windows too, so so much better then my horrible old dark room back at the RAAF base. Oh, and - I have the house all to myself for the weekend! It's wonderful. It's really good to be back (although I miss everyone over east heaps D:). The weather is just AMAZING, I have my own room in a house that isn't my parent's house with a king size bed, the house has wireless, and I just bought an AWESOME bike that I love riding (no, not a motorbike... *sigh* I wish...). No, I haven't found a job yet, and yes, all my friends down here do tend to have jobs, so they're usually busy when I'm not, but my cousin now lives one street away and one of my closest friends lives just around the corner :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now there is only one problem - I THINK I may be... ADDICTED. To FACEBOOK. It's terrible! I'm such a sad existance at the moment. As soon as I have nothing to do (as is the case right now) I get bored and go on facebook. I have been embroidering a little bookmark thingy, but there's only so much one can embroider in a day. Plus ALL the house work is done, literally, the house is SPOTLESS, my room is clean, my washing is all done, EVERYTHING IS DONE!! I mean, what else am I meant to do now? I have no job, therefore, I go on facebook. Oh, I've been looking for a job, believe me, but there's only so many places you can hand your resume in to before you run out, and they all seem to have done all their summer hiring :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose I do have christmas shopping to do. But I'm pretty much done, and I can't be bothered going in to town AGAIN... I have been every day so far this week :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know what I think? I think people should talk to me. Right now. That would be fantastic, thank-you very much. I would initiate the talking, but most of my friends have jobs/lives, so that tends to hinder things... Still a whole HOUR till lunch. Dammit. At least I know that I have plans for tonight, whether they're with other people or not. I'm going to see AVATAR :D I have heard many good reviews, so hopefully it lives up to them... I'm trying to con my cousin in to going with me, but he hasn't replied yet, so we shall see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYS here's a photo I took aaages ago, of the jetty/bay around which my awesome town is based...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SyryCaURVsI/AAAAAAAAAH4/XdAqrrETjJc/s1600-h/DSC00220.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416407625104447170" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SyryCaURVsI/AAAAAAAAAH4/XdAqrrETjJc/s320/DSC00220.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this one is a photo I took just cos it looks so cool... It's actually a photo of the horizon, where the sea meets the sky... Can you see it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SyryC5nf0JI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ULCArBASXKE/s1600-h/DSC00219.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416407633506586770" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SyryC5nf0JI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ULCArBASXKE/s320/DSC00219.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ANYWAYS I suppose I should go now... I don't really want to... Hahaha I suppose it's mildly scary, isn't it, how much I enjoy talking to myself :P But leave a comment if the urge strikes you, and I shall TTYL... xox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-2569210078498147045?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/2569210078498147045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=2569210078498147045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/2569210078498147045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/2569210078498147045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2009/12/well-i-have-just-finished-moving-in-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SyryCaURVsI/AAAAAAAAAH4/XdAqrrETjJc/s72-c/DSC00220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-6046017895168905271</id><published>2009-12-11T08:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T12:06:01.473+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goo Goo Dolls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>BACK IN WA!!</title><content type='html'>I am (in case you hadn't already picked it up) back in WA!! It is wonderful and horrible at the same time... isn't that strange?? I feel like such a girl right now haha... so many contradictory emotions all mixed into one! For example - I can't wait to see my family again, and reconnect with all my old friends, but I already miss my new friends like crazy (I'm so used to seeing them every day, even if it's just chatting with them at the mess... haha G... so sorry for getting you in trouble!!). It's going to suck, being a civvie again, not that I was much of a working military member to begin with! But still... *sigh* ... All you RAAFie friends better keep in touch!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I need to stop thinking about that, as it's making me all sad again, and I just got happy! HMMMmmm... Actually, I think I should probably tell you that I am thinking particularly of the someOne I have left behind, who I like in a completely different and better and worse way to anyone I've liked before. And now I have left him behind, and I must, once again, get over it... pretty sure I actually feel pain every time I think of him... man thank GOODNESS nobody reads this thing :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall be travelling home by bus today. That's four hours worth of mild anticipation (get to see my family/friends)/sadness (even further away from everybody else... *sigh*) and listening to music while gazing out the window... very Deep &amp;amp; Meaningful haha :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do You Know, I am listening to the Goo Goo Dolls greatest hits album and loving it very much :) I don't understand why people don't listen to albums before... so many of my friends simply download random songs... I think that is so wrong! It's just... wrong! After so much effort has gone into making it by the artists... I absolutely love buying CDs, probably a little too much, eh? And DVDs too, I am quite addicted... actually, I filled up 3/4 of a large suitcase just with all my DVDs, CDs and books that I have bought while I've been away from home... lol :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, now I'm just rambling on for no good reason... probably because I'm so bored... lol. Argh going home is going to be soooo painful!! I'm going to miss the city!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to go get some food, then return. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'LL BE BAAACK...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-6046017895168905271?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/6046017895168905271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=6046017895168905271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/6046017895168905271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/6046017895168905271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-in-wa.html' title='BACK IN WA!!'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-4665714795642611064</id><published>2009-11-26T16:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T12:19:04.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy Higgins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Newcastle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gap Year'/><title type='text'>Late Night Shopping</title><content type='html'>"If I'm going away, you're heart's coming too..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's playing over the loudspeaker at the moment, and she's one of my favourite composers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The someOne is refusing to leave my mind alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Will the owner of a white Mercedes-Benz please make their way back to their vehicle immediately."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may have guessed, I am sitting in a shopping centre. They have ALREADY started with the christmas carols (it's not even December yet!) and there are sparkly decorations everywhere. I like the sparkly decorations :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had sushi for dinner. The salmon and avocado one was the best (drenched in soy sauce, of course). SUSHI IS DELICIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Thursday night, so the centre is alive with late night shoppers (like me). I love it because it's shopping, and it's night time! But I hate it because I have to take a bus back to base, and that takes AGES. Plust I'm missing the season finale of Glee (come on, at least it doesn't &lt;em&gt;pretend&lt;/em&gt; that it ISN'T corny, like so so many other shows I could name...). I have added to my DVD/CD collection (LOVE JB-HI FI and it's ridiculously cheap prices) and intend to continue doing so (I still don't have The Importance Of Being Earnest, Becoming Jane, Stardust and Enchanted, all of which are on my list). I have also recently discovered a TV show called The IT Crowd, and it is HILARIOUS, I love it. If you watch it, you will laugh until you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am, you say, wasting all this precious shopping time on the internet! Well yes, you're right of course. Toodle-Doo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-4665714795642611064?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/4665714795642611064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=4665714795642611064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/4665714795642611064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/4665714795642611064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2009/11/late-night-shopping.html' title='Late Night Shopping'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-8080021660068053402</id><published>2009-11-14T10:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T12:18:42.836+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clubbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Newcastle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gap Year'/><title type='text'>In SYD of NEY</title><content type='html'>WOW cannot believe it's been so long since I last blogged... Well, to update you all (who am I kidding?) on where I am at the moment - Newcastle, NSW, but leaving in four weeks. I have very mixed feelings about leaving - it means leaving (and possibly never seeing again) a whole bunch of great people, leaving the eastern states and all their wonderfulness, leaving a certain someONE (who I have failed to mention in the past, and who I will continue to fail to mention in the future...), but it also means going back home, and home will always be home. I cannot wait to get back to all my old friends, my family, the beautiful weather, my hometown, also a whole new direction for my life. This year has been so amazing, a huge learning curve in every aspect, but I need to REgroup, REplace, REuse, REcycle (sorry got a bit carried away there...) and REinsert myself back into myself again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this very moment in time, I am typing away (on a ridiculously old/crappy keyboard) in a dodgily cheap asian internet cafe in Sydney ($3 an hour :D) after my first ever clubbing experience (last night). It was interesting, to see how people dress/behave when they go out, but not my thing at ALL (lots of drunk people dancing and hooking up/trying to hook up) - the music was TERRIBLE, completely &lt;em&gt;soulless&lt;/em&gt;... I left the club after like an hour and walked back to the place we were staying and went to BED (which was a horrible bed but a bed none the less - but seriously, it was like I was sleeping on a slab of concrete...). I'm meant to go again tonight, and I feel like I should because this is my friend's 18th birthday extravaganza thingy, but I really don't want to, to tell the truth. I'm not sure what I should do about that though, as I don't have any close friends here who would skip out with me... Well, I'll just see how it goes eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have to go, as I am paying for this, and lunchtime has BEEN and GONE and now I am hungry :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE OUT XXOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-8080021660068053402?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/8080021660068053402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=8080021660068053402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/8080021660068053402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/8080021660068053402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-syd-of-ney.html' title='In SYD of NEY'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-7794207955511181910</id><published>2009-09-01T13:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T12:08:10.142+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relient K'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Life After Death And Taxes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; by Relient K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hey taxi, send me straight to the heart of it&lt;br /&gt;The nucleus of politics where somebody&lt;br /&gt;Somebody started it&lt;br /&gt;Cause they taxed me with a scalpel piece by piece&lt;br /&gt;they cut me deep and bled me dry until there was nothing left to bleed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;And this is how I choose to live&lt;br /&gt;As if I'm jumping off a cliff&lt;br /&gt;knowing that you'll save me [2x]&lt;br /&gt;and after all the stupid things I did&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing left that you'd forgive&lt;br /&gt;because you already forgave me&lt;br /&gt;yeah you already forgave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep driving&lt;br /&gt;leave this deceit miles behind me&lt;br /&gt;so far back I'd have to wrap my mind in&lt;br /&gt;just remind me&lt;br /&gt;I keep trying to pick myself up&lt;br /&gt;and then move on&lt;br /&gt;think about the life I'll have&lt;br /&gt;when this fragile one is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never forget&lt;br /&gt;there's life after death and taxes&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness come&lt;br /&gt;and all of the rest&lt;br /&gt;is what passes away&lt;br /&gt;Death and decay can't touch us now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every breath that I inhale is followed by exhaling traps the one who never fails&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll never fail me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2x]&lt;br /&gt;Never forget&lt;br /&gt;there's life after death and taxes&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness come (forgiveness come)&lt;br /&gt;and all of the rest&lt;br /&gt;it just passes away&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus mixes with verse]&lt;br /&gt;Death and decay can't touch us now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The chorus is amazing. Talk about redemption.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-7794207955511181910?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/7794207955511181910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=7794207955511181910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/7794207955511181910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/7794207955511181910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-after-death-and-taxes-by-relient-k.html' title=''/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-1262630584425416277</id><published>2009-08-30T10:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T12:18:20.893+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Newcastle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tanya Blount'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lauren Hill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loneliness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gap Year'/><title type='text'>Loneliness</title><content type='html'>I have decided that I officially love the Officer's Mess and it's awesomely free internet :D. My own annoying internet doesn't work here in Newcastle (frustrating, but manageable). So here I am, typing away, listening to Tanya Blount and her AMAZING voice (she's in Sister Act two, the short haired chick?). Her own music isn't that good, but her and Lauren Hill singing &lt;i&gt;His Eye Is On The Sparrow&lt;/i&gt; just puts me to tears every time (and I'm being literal here). It just reminds me of how much music resonates through my soul, whether I realise it or not. I just bought a keyboard the other day (yes! My very own :D) and I'm on it all the time. I'm never without my mp3 player or laptop, playing, singing or thinking some song, beat or other. I just find it interesting because I don't think about it that much. It's like when you have that sudden realisation that our language is really weird (have you ever had that? Where a word that you use every day suddenly becomes strange and unfamiliar? Maybe it's just me...). Just one of those everyday things that you take for granted, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So lets get on to how much I am liking Newcastle more and more. Last night I went in to the city, went for a long walk along the beach then visited Darby St. which is apparently the place to be if you're hungry. I had dinner at this little restaurant called Monkey Monkey Monkey, and it totally rocked (they have a little courtyard out the back with all these trees hanging over the top of you, and the trees have fairy lights in them :D I sat out there and drank soup and read a book - haha it's kindof sad, I guess, me sitting in a little restaurant eating dinner and reading a book on my own on a Saturday night :P I enjoyed it, though). The staff were very friendly, and the soup wasn't all bad (potato and leek), but the coffee was great (that's right folks - Ruby, the coffee drinker).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pah, my life seems very meaningless today. I feel very lonely, I think. I don't have many (if any) close friends over here, and I don't really get invited to go out that often. Argh, I just wish I didn't feel so lonely. It sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY, onto something less dismal... argh can't think of anything at the moment. I hate it when there's something wrong, and it's all you can think about. I need to watch a movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-1262630584425416277?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/1262630584425416277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=1262630584425416277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/1262630584425416277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/1262630584425416277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2009/08/loneliness.html' title='Loneliness'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-1809682273923573189</id><published>2009-08-17T06:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T12:17:42.805+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Newcastle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gap Year'/><title type='text'>Newness</title><content type='html'>Here I am, in the Sydney airport, waiting to board a 19 seater plane to Newcastle. I'll be happy when we get going - hopefully all my luggage made it on (I had too much, and my uniform is kindof spread throughout my bags and I need to wear it when I get off...). I'm not really thinking about anything in particular - just looking forward to getting back into the swing of things, I guess, and seeing all my friends. This week has been rather lonely, I think - it's been good to be home, but I found myself acting rather cold and callous. My family didn't appreciate it and, looking back, neither do I. It's not very fair of me, given that I don't see them all that often. I remember my little sister clinging to me in the Perth airport saying "Don't go, Ruby," and my dad acting like everything was ok when you could totally tell that he was upset. He kept cracking all these lame jokes to cover it up - dad, I've lived with you all my life, I can tell when you're upset and trying not to show it (you crack lame jokes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough of sounding miserable! I have a wonderful set of months before me and I am going to enjoy it. Today I get to see my new home for the first time and see friends that I haven't seen in months. Today is a good day!!! And my battery is running out, so I have to get off. I'll get back on later, let you all know what it's like here in Newcastle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-1809682273923573189?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/1809682273923573189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=1809682273923573189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/1809682273923573189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/1809682273923573189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2009/08/newness.html' title='Newness'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-7860292256970084995</id><published>2009-08-11T10:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T12:11:32.471+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boredom'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What do you do, with holidays? I feel so strange. Not happy, not unhappy, just weird. Every now and then the thought crosses my mind that there's really no point to my blogging at all, because who reads it? But then I remember how fun it is, to just rant about anything and everything on something which is actually available for everyone to read that no-one really knows about. It's like a secret that isn't even a secret!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, ok, I spend far too much time being entertained by technology. But fear not! I am going into town today! And I will see my best friend for the first time in months! (One of the benefits of being back at home - I remember that I have best friends that I can see face to face) I can't wait to go back into busselton and see how much it hasn't changed and visit all my friends in their various work places :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I have to go, but I'll be back :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-7860292256970084995?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/7860292256970084995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=7860292256970084995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/7860292256970084995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/7860292256970084995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-do-you-do-with-holidays-i-feel-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-986112497977849636</id><published>2009-08-06T14:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T12:17:19.968+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gap Year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amberley'/><title type='text'>HOME!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm going HOME!!! I'm going home :) I can't wait, a new phase of my life is starting. And I'm not coming back, not to Queensland (for a while, anyways). I'm headed to New South Wales! Very exciting. Gonna miss everyone heaps though - NSW will be so quiet without them all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love it when life changes. It's a bit of an adrenaline rush, really. You don't know what to expect next, or who you're going to meet. Plus you know you'll still have all your old friends, too. I'm gonna miss everyone heaps :( But it'll be a good kind of missing, because I'll see them again, and I'll have other friends, and life will get in the way so I won't miss them that much (haha sorry guys - but you know what I mean)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps I'm just feeling nostalgic because it's the last day. Oh well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY, as I was saying, my life is about to change, and every great change in my life so far has been marked by some sort of trip home. Haha not that there have been that many great changes ;) But I can't wait to see my mum and my dad, and my brothers and sister :D I definitely miss them!! They're lives have adjusted, you know? To a life that's... not with me in it. They have to adjust their lives to let me back in, now. It's weird. But I look forward to seeing them, and I can't WAIT to leave :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-986112497977849636?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/986112497977849636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=986112497977849636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/986112497977849636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/986112497977849636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2009/08/home.html' title='HOME!!!'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-7488260514583166470</id><published>2009-08-04T14:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T12:14:12.173+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loneliness'/><title type='text'>Sad</title><content type='html'>These days, I just seem to be blogging when I feel terrible. Mostly because when I feel terrible, I feel like eating chocolate and sitting at my computer and drowning my sorrows in a book or a movie or lots of loud music or all three, somehow. I just have to remember the last time I felt like crap, and the last time in got better, after I felt like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish my friends were here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-7488260514583166470?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/7488260514583166470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=7488260514583166470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/7488260514583166470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/7488260514583166470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2009/08/sad.html' title='Sad'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-3304053758874084759</id><published>2009-08-02T15:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T12:14:33.745+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sickness'/><title type='text'>Sickness</title><content type='html'>You know when you get that typical winter cold, sinuses throbbing, throat sore and perhaps a little hoarse, head spinning, stomache queasy, drowzy and altogether feeling like crap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's exactly how I feel now. Here's to hoping it doesn't get worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ach, how bleak I am! See what this does to me! See!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-3304053758874084759?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/3304053758874084759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=3304053758874084759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/3304053758874084759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/3304053758874084759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2009/08/sickness.html' title='Sickness'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-6062552890773125683</id><published>2009-07-29T15:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T12:14:53.618+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Poems</title><content type='html'>A couple of poems I wrote, ages ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lady Light&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She spins circles around me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flashing and dashing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Colourless, one fallen sea &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wavering, clashing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wisps of hair entwining &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rambling and twisting &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her reflection is shining&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fleeting, misleading &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She plays with the colours &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foiling and thwarting &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For thousands of summers &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Making, distorting &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She’s lighter than air, quicker &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shifting and lurching &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In darkness she’s but a flicker &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simmering, searching &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is happy, yet sad too &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanting and tasting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She’s all you see around you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smiling, wasting &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lady Light&lt;/i&gt; is actually my favourite of the ones that I have written. People have said that the last verse doesn't fit in, but truthfully, after reading it many seperate times, I think it's perfect. Maybe peope don't understand it? Let me know what you think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Redemption&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like an old fire, I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Burning out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what is this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Help?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My eyes are ripped open&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It starts from my chest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spreads through my arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my finger tips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It bursts out through my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Running down my cheeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cleansing my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lift my eyes toward heaven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, I am free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Redemption&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like this one too, but perhaps it is too overpowering? You really need to immerse yourself in it, I think. Do you feel freed when you read it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-6062552890773125683?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/6062552890773125683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=6062552890773125683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/6062552890773125683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/6062552890773125683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2009/07/poems.html' title='Poems'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-3804537810299877033</id><published>2009-07-28T06:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T12:16:48.052+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gap Year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amberley'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sitting in a classroom, watching a group of bored teenagers watching that guy who plays Kel in Kath and Kim in some random outback show (comedy style). Russell-somethingorrather. You all know what I'm talking about, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course you don't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT I do have a very delicious Uncle Tobys yoghurt topped strawberry muesli bar sitting on the ground right next to me. Just something to look forward to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have run out of books to read. No, wait, that isn't true. I just NEED to discover a new amazing author, because I haven't discovered one for a while. Any suggestions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-3804537810299877033?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/3804537810299877033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=3804537810299877033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/3804537810299877033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/3804537810299877033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-sitting-in-classroom-watching-group.html' title=''/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-5197088848817558603</id><published>2009-07-09T09:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T12:16:27.785+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gap Year'/><title type='text'>Gap Year Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I guess it's about time I posted some VISUAL on my job... here's a few photos :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lovely photo of me on my way to the Avalon International Air Show... The plane we're riding in is called a Caribou, a lovely old thing... loud and slow, but can take off on the length of a cricket pitch, I believe. Was used a lot during the Vietnam War... This is it's last year :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356264904829826754" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SlVGjV9F9sI/AAAAAAAAAGY/H1cWIvO7GaY/s320/DSC00016.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, on the Caribou... the light at the end of the tunnel is the SUN, because the pilots let us ride with the cargo hold door down, which was pretty cool :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356264917379668546" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SlVGkEtNWkI/AAAAAAAAAGg/0vQUq0TjoiA/s320/DSC00017.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;THIS is the Caribou... Interesting aircraft, hey? After they flew us to the airshow, they left it on display, so we didn't get to fly back in it, but that's ok because I find any sort of flying rather sickening which is ironic given that I'm in the Air Force :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SlVGk_SkXSI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YKD5z2_ctao/s1600-h/DSC00036.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356264933105622306" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SlVGk_SkXSI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YKD5z2_ctao/s320/DSC00036.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One COOL helicopter, aye? I don't even know what it is, but it LOOKS pretty awesome. Certainly nothing like what the RAAF has, because we're a pretty small Air Force compared to many OTHERS out there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SlVGki1kgzI/AAAAAAAAAGo/jlmFkyS94sQ/s1600-h/DSC00030.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356264925467804466" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SlVGki1kgzI/AAAAAAAAAGo/jlmFkyS94sQ/s320/DSC00030.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Annd one HUGE transport aircraft from the US Air Force...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SlVGlc64sPI/AAAAAAAAAG4/YR_3vS5fWPs/s1600-h/DSC00034.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356264941059354866" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SlVGlc64sPI/AAAAAAAAAG4/YR_3vS5fWPs/s320/DSC00034.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, this is one from The Block (our accommodation)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SlV0Ss5b0cI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wNmEK5Cxfb4/s1600-h/DSC00053.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356315196465598914" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SlV0Ss5b0cI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wNmEK5Cxfb4/s320/DSC00053.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me in Service Dress on graduation day (from recruits) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SlV0SzS_PcI/AAAAAAAAAHI/T66yy0qTKr4/s1600-h/DSC00055.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356315198183390658" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SlV0SzS_PcI/AAAAAAAAAHI/T66yy0qTKr4/s320/DSC00055.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend Lizzy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SlV0TWC-a-I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Refm4NebKeA/s1600-h/DSC00050.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356315207511469026" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SlV0TWC-a-I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Refm4NebKeA/s320/DSC00050.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and Lizzy in front of Parliament House... we stopped there on our way to Queensland :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SlV0TpAAaII/AAAAAAAAAHY/qMNne98moR8/s1600-h/DSC00379.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356315212599289986" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SlV0TpAAaII/AAAAAAAAAHY/qMNne98moR8/s320/DSC00379.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, at Parliament House, with Canberra in the background&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SlV0UFPQyoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/NVjV4DxYrlo/s1600-h/DSC00382.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356315220179470978" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SlV0UFPQyoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/NVjV4DxYrlo/s320/DSC00382.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, so that's all for now... perhaps I'll post some photos of Melbourne and home next time :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-5197088848817558603?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/5197088848817558603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=5197088848817558603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/5197088848817558603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/5197088848817558603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2009/07/gap-year-photos.html' title='Gap Year Photos'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SlVGjV9F9sI/AAAAAAAAAGY/H1cWIvO7GaY/s72-c/DSC00016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-5086896856711549043</id><published>2009-07-02T19:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T15:40:05.791+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gap Year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amberley'/><title type='text'>Yes, Ok, I Get It</title><content type='html'>...I haven't been on for about... 5 months. I know, I know. Life just all of a sudden got very busy, and it didn't really stop. Well, ok, perhaps that's simply because I GOT a life, but you know :) So I guess it's about time I told you a little about my life. My new life, that is ;) I joined up with the RAAF (Royal Australian Air Force) in January, so life changed drastically and very, very quickly. As in, within hours my life had done a COMPLETE backflip, somersault, twist, snap even. If you've ever been through Recruits, you'd know what I mean. It seemed difficult at the time... looking back, it was just the pressure and the not-knowing-what-would-happen-next. It leaves you stressed out and on-edge. You can imagine the result when you throw 50 people together in this sort of environment, work them from before dawn to after dusk and shout at them while you're at it. Meh. It got better as we got better :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm still in training, only it's officer training now and very different... much more relaxed. I'm living in Queensland (which is an awesome place, for all you Queenslanders out there) where the weather is beautiful... and it's the middle of winter :) I mean, solid 20's every day, clear blue skies, hot sun... what more could a girl want? Other than a beach, that is. It can get rather hot. Just makes me wonder what summer's going to be like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured its about time I update you on my books. I haven't talked about them much until now, which, if you knew me, is rather unusual. So here's a list of my favourite authors, and my favourite books FROM these authors :) NOTE: Just because these are my overall favourites does not mean that there are no others... I have many, many books that I love, I just wanted to narrow my authors down a bit (for the sakes of putting them in a list). These are only a few of my favourites :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ISOBELLE CARMODY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isobelle's books tend to leave me in a bit of a trance. Ok, that's weird. What I'm saying is, I can continue to think about her books long after I've finished them. And I usually thoroughly enjoy them while I'm reading them, too :) My favourites of hers so far are not, as some may think, the Obernewtyn Chronicles (though they are good), but the Legendsong books. Although they got boring at times, I loved reading them. I guess because I have the ability to endure a bit of a slog if I know there's good bits coming up. I like to think long and hard, so these books are just my style. However, the Obernewtyn Chronicles do move faster. There's more action in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obernewtyn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ebooks-imgs.connect.com/product/400/000/000/000/000/098/925/400000000000000098925_s4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://ebooks-imgs.connect.com/product/400/000/000/000/000/098/925/400000000000000098925_s4.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 160px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legendsong #1: Darkfall:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n23/n119940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n23/n119940.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 160px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legendsong #2: Darksong:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n23/n119941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n23/n119941.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 160px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ANTHONY EATON&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so it's probably unfair to a lot of other, more published authors that this guy is in this list, but the two books of his that I have read (he doesn't have many more...) are amazing. The amount of thought that was put into them captivated me, and the idea of the books is just phenomenal. I love the storyline and the writing, and I am ANXIOUSLY awaiting the release of the third book, so... please HURRY UP!!! They are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Darklands Trilogy #1: Nightpeople:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quakershil-h.schools.nsw.edu.au/faculties/library/pages/images/nightpeople.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://www.quakershil-h.schools.nsw.edu.au/faculties/library/pages/images/nightpeople.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 160px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Darklands Trilogy #2: Skyfall:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goldcreek.act.edu.au/yara/pages/reviews/covers/skyfall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://goldcreek.act.edu.au/yara/pages/reviews/covers/skyfall.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 160px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MARKUS ZUSAK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Markus Zusak is the one and only author that has made me sob over a book. That's right, ladies and gents, this is coming from me, the one person who deliberately puts down a book if it looks sad or depressing EVEN if the author is well-known and amazing. The Book Thief (the one I cried in) is amazingly unique. It is told from the point of view of... Death. That's right, Death himself. And what's more, even though I sobbed in it, and it's told from the point of view of Death, it's delightfully entertaining and beautifully poetic. I laughed just as much as I cried. I can truly say that it is a masterpiece in the world of fiction. My second favourite book of his (no heirarchy though, just the second one I happen to mention) is I Am The Messenger. It's true that, once again, he doesn't really have much else, but this, also, holds as much entertainment and feeling as The Book Thief. It's a little lighter, in ways, but it's also darker in ways, so it's equalled out. It's also got not only the best beginning, but the best ending that I have ever read in a book. If you have not read these, you should set aside some time and read them because they will leave you feeling lightheaded and whirly and inspired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Book Thief:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pacejmiller.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/bookthief1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://pacejmiller.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/bookthief1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 160px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Am The Messenger:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://eplteen.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/messenger1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://eplteen.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/messenger1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 160px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MELINA MARCHETTA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the list of authors here, Melina Marchetta is the one I have liked the longest, most likely because I read her books before I read the others, but also because I don't seem to get sick of her books. And that's saying something, seeing as she's only got three. Wait, four now (she recently released a new one (Finnikin Of The Rock)... not as good as the others (a little too predictable), but still entertaining). Her first was Looking For Alibrandi, a very good first effort. It doesn't show the depth of thinking as the other two (disregarding Finnikin), but it was funny and I could relate to it, and I guess that's what every YA novel seeks to achieve. Her second book is probably my favourite - Saving Francesca. I've read it probably somewhere between five and seven times and it still arouses such deep feeling in me. I bought a signed copy for $5.50 (I know people ;), which is now a highlight in my book collection. If I ever lost it I would probably cry. Her third (On The Jellicoe Road) shows even more depth of thought, and forces the reader to use their brain to figure things out. It also makes use of mystery to make the reader keep reading. I just bought it recently and I will never regret it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking For Alibrandi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.booksloveme.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/lookingforali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://www.booksloveme.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/lookingforali.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 160px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saving Francesca:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://californianosh.com/saving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://californianosh.com/saving.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 160px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On The Jellicoe Road:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ferretbrain.com/images/library/e58b9d779f192e0fd764a6ba61a324f7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://www.ferretbrain.com/images/library/e58b9d779f192e0fd764a6ba61a324f7.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 160px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all folks, seeing as I'm really tired and I can't think of any more at the moment, and what's more I can't be bothered opening my cupboard door and seeing... So, goodnight all, now I lay me down to sleep...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-5086896856711549043?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/5086896856711549043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=5086896856711549043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/5086896856711549043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/5086896856711549043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2009/07/yes-ok-i-get-it.html' title='Yes, Ok, I Get It'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-5499115028707987336</id><published>2009-01-01T17:09:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T12:20:48.768+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><title type='text'>Helloooo 2009!</title><content type='html'>My first blog for the year!! Yew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, first of all, Happy New Year!! A new year means a fresh start. And it means it quite literally for me. School has been my whole life up to this point, and now i am not only leaving school but leaving HOME. Flying to the other side of Australia, actually. Very new, relatively scary, definitely exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I just wanted to wish everyone a Happy New Year! Hope it is as good as the last one, or better :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-5499115028707987336?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/5499115028707987336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=5499115028707987336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/5499115028707987336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/5499115028707987336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2009/01/helloooo-2009.html' title='Helloooo 2009!'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-3140123690886310495</id><published>2008-12-17T22:58:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T12:21:10.994+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Smokers</title><content type='html'>Ok, so my dad told me the most hilarious story the other night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was set way back when he was young and single, and he had only just become a christian and quit smoking. He and an older christian were doorknocking (don't ask) and at this one house they stopped at, a young aboriginal girl answered the door. Dad said she was really friendly and invited them in for a cuppa. Then, as soon as they sat down at the table, she offered them a smoke, and dad just took it and lit up! He reckons the other guy was staring at him with this expression of unbelief - here they were, trying to reach out to the sinners, or whatever, and dad had just crossed over to the dark side without a second thought! Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After telling me the story (over 20 years after it actually happened), he said something about relating to the girl, and how the other guy with him probably wouldn't have reached her at all. At least, that was what I picked up. It's true that he was probably reacting from force of habit when he took the smoke, but the girl related all the same. I thought it was a good story, because my dad still has the strongest faith today, and has done for the past twenty years or so. And people do listen to him, at least the people who work with him. He sees nothing wrong with a beer or two after work, or whatever (though he doesn't drink too much or anything - there is still a line that shouldn't be crossed), and his workers still relate to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go. An interesting story about how us christians are still normal people. Well, maybe not so much in my case, but I'm the exception :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-3140123690886310495?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/3140123690886310495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=3140123690886310495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/3140123690886310495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/3140123690886310495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2008/12/smokers.html' title='Smokers'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-1167466323885533171</id><published>2008-12-02T16:30:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T12:21:27.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gap Year'/><title type='text'>I'M IN!!</title><content type='html'>Airforce, here i come!! I enlist on the 23rd of January. YEW!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-1167466323885533171?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/1167466323885533171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=1167466323885533171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/1167466323885533171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/1167466323885533171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-in.html' title='I&apos;M IN!!'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-3058991372518352451</id><published>2008-11-13T16:16:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T12:22:26.414+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sandro Dzneladze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><title type='text'>Photography</title><content type='html'>Ok, so there I was, completely avoiding study by looking for some visual inspiration (i.e. photos) for the story that I am writing, and I come across some amazing photos/photographers. Below is the photo that stood out most to me. I don't know who took it, or what it is called, but I think it is brilliant. I love it! It is perfect for story writing because there is so much that could be written about it! It entranced me, and here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SRvVLnacNsI/AAAAAAAAAEE/W35wkFigPFU/s1600-h/bricks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268038584675088066" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SRvVLnacNsI/AAAAAAAAAEE/W35wkFigPFU/s400/bricks.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 286px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of others that stood out to me; once again, the photographers are unknown - I take no credit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SRvV9MhIW7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/GXc2t-ew34o/s1600-h/chairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268039436448848818" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SRvV9MhIW7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/GXc2t-ew34o/s400/chairs.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 268px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SRvV9WJuOII/AAAAAAAAAEU/rSHXAaVE9xg/s1600-h/kitchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268039439035021442" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SRvV9WJuOII/AAAAAAAAAEU/rSHXAaVE9xg/s400/kitchen.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 274px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 399px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SRvV9abZCEI/AAAAAAAAAEc/GN4My03O9A8/s1600-h/red+chair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268039440182872130" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SRvV9abZCEI/AAAAAAAAAEc/GN4My03O9A8/s400/red+chair.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 132px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SRvV9u_z9lI/AAAAAAAAAEk/6qBhJyufbp4/s1600-h/strings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268039445704341074" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SRvV9u_z9lI/AAAAAAAAAEk/6qBhJyufbp4/s400/strings.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, my biggest find, the FINALE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandro Dzneladze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, this guy is quite amazing :) I've linked the title to his website. Check it out! Here are a couple of his that stood out to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the guitar one, because you just don't get guitars as cool as that down here and, as you do or don't know, music is my passion :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SRvcfcrQHfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/D55VVZEuunM/s1600-h/guitars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268046621971586546" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SRvcfcrQHfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/D55VVZEuunM/s400/guitars.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SRvcf-dNbcI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RS4a78gtLJo/s1600-h/sadness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268046631039495618" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SRvcf-dNbcI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RS4a78gtLJo/s400/sadness.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 349px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SRvcgZWN2fI/AAAAAAAAAE8/L66sTn12YPU/s1600-h/orange+umbrella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268046638257920498" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SRvcgZWN2fI/AAAAAAAAAE8/L66sTn12YPU/s400/orange+umbrella.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 266px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SRvcgs9NvGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/9aWZXwlL9Cg/s1600-h/tired+tram.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268046643521764450" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SRvcgs9NvGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/9aWZXwlL9Cg/s400/tired+tram.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 223px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 336px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The country sky also, because it reminds me (would you believe it) of the huge, endless sky, and for me that sky is all those perfect moments, where everything is happiness and hope and, for a moment, there is no such thing as darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SRvcgwwyp1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/moI_dDQH8eQ/s1600-h/country+sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268046644543399762" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SRvcgwwyp1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/moI_dDQH8eQ/s400/country+sky.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-3058991372518352451?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/3058991372518352451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=3058991372518352451&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/3058991372518352451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/3058991372518352451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2008/11/photography.html' title='Photography'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SRvVLnacNsI/AAAAAAAAAEE/W35wkFigPFU/s72-c/bricks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-6151994764316032438</id><published>2008-11-08T10:25:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T12:23:37.635+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ball'/><title type='text'>Ball Photos</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I know it's been MONTHS since the ball, but I thought I'd post some pictures for all of you out there who didn't get to see them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my date (Jake) and I arriving in the awesome Valiant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SRTwdTzVknI/AAAAAAAAACk/rpo_hDdHs1g/s1600-h/school+ball+024_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266098250625421938" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SRTwdTzVknI/AAAAAAAAACk/rpo_hDdHs1g/s400/school+ball+024_edited.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 317px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother, Sam and his date (Rachel):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SRTwd36oAUI/AAAAAAAAACs/0CW1OiPqBHk/s1600-h/CCC_026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266098260319666498" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SRTwd36oAUI/AAAAAAAAACs/0CW1OiPqBHk/s400/CCC_026.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 267px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend, Lola, and her date (Phil):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SRTweqzITFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/SrMS5DPZTus/s1600-h/CCC_017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266098273978436690" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SRTweqzITFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/SrMS5DPZTus/s400/CCC_017.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 267px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another good friend, Vicky, and her date (Sean):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SRTwe2e8XCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/mJRQ3hsS_RQ/s1600-h/CCC_024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266098277114993698" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SRTwe2e8XCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/mJRQ3hsS_RQ/s400/CCC_024.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 267px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicky, Lola &amp;amp; I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SRTwfFD4bZI/AAAAAAAAADE/4JKwdHU1pt8/s1600-h/CCC_072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266098281028021650" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SRTwfFD4bZI/AAAAAAAAADE/4JKwdHU1pt8/s400/CCC_072.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 268px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy girl Sophie &amp;amp; I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SRT1bJnR_tI/AAAAAAAAADM/8wA-V58E23E/s1600-h/CCC_157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266103711088901842" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SRT1bJnR_tI/AAAAAAAAADM/8wA-V58E23E/s400/CCC_157.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 268px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah, Kayley, Becky &amp;amp; I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SRT1bsbN36I/AAAAAAAAADU/AXdnqaBwZlA/s1600-h/CCC_224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266103720433541026" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SRT1bsbN36I/AAAAAAAAADU/AXdnqaBwZlA/s400/CCC_224.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 268px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace &amp;amp; I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SRT1bybKNoI/AAAAAAAAADc/94Y8NBCE-Cw/s1600-h/CCC_367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266103722043913858" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SRT1bybKNoI/AAAAAAAAADc/94Y8NBCE-Cw/s400/CCC_367.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 268px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soph (Belle of the Ball):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SRT1cSBOtAI/AAAAAAAAADk/PF21VSQl1-s/s1600-h/CCC_321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266103730525090818" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SRT1cSBOtAI/AAAAAAAAADk/PF21VSQl1-s/s400/CCC_321.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 268px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicky:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SRT1cwwE4MI/AAAAAAAAADs/G0KdUU6KRLo/s1600-h/CCC_348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266103738774642882" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SRT1cwwE4MI/AAAAAAAAADs/G0KdUU6KRLo/s400/CCC_348.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 269px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lola:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SRT3s9rfOVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZuhWZO47jho/s1600-h/CCC_390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266106216146221394" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SRT3s9rfOVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZuhWZO47jho/s400/CCC_390.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 268px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone! (Small, I know):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SRT3tWUQS9I/AAAAAAAAAD8/Q5hQ0sBMc0I/s1600-h/Group+pic+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266106222759660498" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SRT3tWUQS9I/AAAAAAAAAD8/Q5hQ0sBMc0I/s400/Group+pic+01.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, hope you enjoyed those!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-6151994764316032438?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/6151994764316032438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=6151994764316032438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/6151994764316032438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/6151994764316032438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2008/11/ball-photos.html' title='Ball Photos'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SRTwdTzVknI/AAAAAAAAACk/rpo_hDdHs1g/s72-c/school+ball+024_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-7999050942937021315</id><published>2008-10-27T16:14:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T12:23:18.812+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><title type='text'>LAST DAY OF SCHOOL!!</title><content type='html'>Firstly, let's just set the scene - the last day, weather-wise, was not a nice day. It wasn't cold, just windy and rainy, all day. Secondly, my school is SMALL. I mean small-small. Our entire year consists of (well, consisted of) 14 people, 5 of which were boys, the rest being girls. Here's a class photo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SQVrwo297aI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yqePFATtPp4/s1600-h/class+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261730222998154658" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SQVrwo297aI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yqePFATtPp4/s400/class+photo.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did our best to get up to mischeif, but, to tell you the truth, our relationships with our teachers and the school in general were too good, and we didn't do much. We (ok, SOPHIE) put vegemite on lots of handles (car handles, door handles, etc.), put danger tape up all over the school, put detergent in all the toilets (and the boys trough lol) and a bit on the floor, put sexy underwear in the principal's office draw with a 'Thanks for last night' note, stuck pads and tampons all over our english teacher's office, reported the principal's numberplate for hoon-ing, took all the teacher's cups and placed them in the big 'For Sale' sign-box that we put in front of the school sign, wrote 'Year 12's Rock' all over the school in chalk and ordered about a dozen pizza's do be delivered to another teacher's house (NOTE to all teachers - never tell your students your full name, telephone number or address).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also buried a time capsule that we will open at our 10/20 year reunion. Here is a photo that we (the girls) took of our feet in the process. I am wearing socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SQVvn5QTMzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/q4QW5KL4i48/s1600-h/feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261734470827062066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SQVvn5QTMzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/q4QW5KL4i48/s400/feet.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teachers provided lunch for us, which was nice of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SQVvoWT-3RI/AAAAAAAAACE/rQ-6K8CQFRk/s1600-h/lunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261734478627134738" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SQVvoWT-3RI/AAAAAAAAACE/rQ-6K8CQFRk/s400/lunch.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a photo of me in costume (complete with face paint).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SQVvoWf687I/AAAAAAAAACM/iM44fwMa58w/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261734478677210034" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SQVvoWf687I/AAAAAAAAACM/iM44fwMa58w/s400/me.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayden with boobies - LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SQVvpTQWMmI/AAAAAAAAACU/tdXiQ31RRPw/s1600-h/jayden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261734494986449506" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SQVvpTQWMmI/AAAAAAAAACU/tdXiQ31RRPw/s400/jayden.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soph and Realz doing a dirty deed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SQVvpcP10BI/AAAAAAAAACc/b751eeAKorg/s1600-h/realz+soph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261734497400246290" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SQVvpcP10BI/AAAAAAAAACc/b751eeAKorg/s400/realz+soph.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite fun but, as mentioned in post below, a little lame. Sorry. I do know that I am going to miss these guys so much. LOVE YOU LOTS, IF YOU'RE READING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have to GO, once and for ALL (of today). Feel free to comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will ttyl :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-7999050942937021315?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/7999050942937021315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=7999050942937021315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/7999050942937021315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/7999050942937021315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-day-of-school.html' title='LAST DAY OF SCHOOL!!'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SQVrwo297aI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yqePFATtPp4/s72-c/class+photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892273652469597247.post-7504551382727842877</id><published>2008-10-27T15:51:00.009+09:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T12:24:16.817+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaelic Rules'/><title type='text'>Australia vs. Ireland!</title><content type='html'>So, Friday was the LAST DAY OF SCHOOL. And not, like, temporarily, either. The last day of year 12. We did have a muck-up day, but it was lame. Sorry, but it totally was. I must say, I am QUITE happy that school has finished :). There is a small tinge of sadness, of course, as it is the end of an era. School has pretty much been the focus of my life for the past twelve years, so it is kind-of strange to be leaving. In a mostly-good-but-sorta-sad way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the best thing about the whole day (in my opinion) was... I got to leave school early and travel up to Perth to see the international rules - Australia vs Ireland (COME ON THE AUSSIES!!!) - at Subi!!! It was my first live football-type game EVER and it was totally AWESOME!!! Me, Becky and Emily had so much fun!! It rained (well, poured, really) during half time, and that was pretty awesome, because we were exactly beneath the bit where the rain comes off the sides of the stadium and through the big lights, and it looked amazing! Here is a pic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SQVnbXA8HUI/AAAAAAAAABM/bEx9j7bMdtA/s1600-h/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261725459384376642" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SQVnbXA8HUI/AAAAAAAAABM/bEx9j7bMdtA/s400/rain.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still dressed up in my 'last-day-of-school' outfit (which was quite outrageous, really, and not in any of the team colours, so everyone was totally confused by me), so I got a lot of looks. Here is me and Hannah. You can guess who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SQVoIH_YQAI/AAAAAAAAABU/-X7EOfCqZC4/s1600-h/me+n+hannah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261726228445413378" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SQVoIH_YQAI/AAAAAAAAABU/-X7EOfCqZC4/s400/me+n+hannah.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost all of us (Becky, Hannah and their parents) were going for Australia - the only exception was Emily, who is Australian but, since visiting Ireland recently, has fallen in love with the Irish and now calls herself an Irish-Australian (although technically she's probably more Irish than Australian, as her mum is Irish, i think, and i'm pretty sure her dad's half Irish. Or something.) Both Becky and Emily wore flags supporting their teams:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SQVpBAhKzvI/AAAAAAAAABc/Dq9xkdT1pJs/s1600-h/flags.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261727205692198642" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SQVpBAhKzvI/AAAAAAAAABc/Dq9xkdT1pJs/s400/flags.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had lots of fun fooling around on the train home:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SQVpThRlypI/AAAAAAAAABk/r8wb7wzbhUU/s1600-h/hannah+bec+n+em.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261727523722873490" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SQVpThRlypI/AAAAAAAAABk/r8wb7wzbhUU/s400/hannah+bec+n+em.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SQVpUE0DUeI/AAAAAAAAABs/qpPOBSdsTIY/s1600-h/me+n+em.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261727533262655970" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SQVpUE0DUeI/AAAAAAAAABs/qpPOBSdsTIY/s400/me+n+em.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was, all-round, an awesome experience (although shadowed by the fact that Australia lost by 1 point... 1 POINT!!!), and I have found myself wondering why I have never done it before. I will certainly do it more often from now on :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892273652469597247-7504551382727842877?l=spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.afl.com.au/News/InternationalRules/tabid/13021/default.aspx' title='Australia vs. Ireland!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/7504551382727842877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1892273652469597247&amp;postID=7504551382727842877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/7504551382727842877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892273652469597247/posts/default/7504551382727842877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotofbotherthesecond.blogspot.com/2008/10/friday-24th-of-october.html' title='Australia vs. Ireland!'/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01296162249710971262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SWq8D_L9lvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K8Vi99IL4FY/S220/staircase.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VEOEjVljs8/SQVnbXA8HUI/AAAAAAAAABM/bEx9j7bMdtA/s72-c/rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
