<?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-6074957217896060057</id><updated>2012-02-17T11:22:42.521+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts of a teenager</title><subtitle type='html'>The different shades of my multicoloured life..
All posts on this blog are truthful. I don't lie here..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nick Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12614372674960756304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074957217896060057.post-3064013867671809856</id><published>2009-07-31T15:06:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T15:15:08.868+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE BEL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;the last night i spent in singapore with my angel. She's totally gonna kill me for putting all this pictures. But i still find her pretty even though she's unglam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364487274381193138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtygErmGGXQ/SnJ8wPeYL7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/r5NB0_mmyfg/s320/16012009092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364488047042399570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtygErmGGXQ/SnJ9dN3KjVI/AAAAAAAAADE/U7MJWiJzrMg/s320/16012009094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She has finally bathed for 14 mins! its much better than her 45 mins bath. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074957217896060057-3064013867671809856?l=taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/3064013867671809856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6074957217896060057&amp;postID=3064013867671809856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/3064013867671809856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/3064013867671809856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-bel.html' title='I LOVE BEL'/><author><name>Nick Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12614372674960756304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtygErmGGXQ/SnJ8wPeYL7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/r5NB0_mmyfg/s72-c/16012009092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074957217896060057.post-3851553247728431166</id><published>2009-07-10T11:38:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T11:46:59.176+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Lolli</title><content type='html'>Let the people and the worlds pass me by, but allow the feeling of love from you to remain as mine.&lt;br /&gt;The love we share will not falter, no matter distance we live.&lt;br /&gt;The divide will be bridged, and we shall be reunited in loving arms.&lt;br /&gt;The beasts of the past will not be released, for they hold the bane to sanity.&lt;br /&gt;Allow our love to grow as it should, without the judging from the society around.&lt;br /&gt;Hardened in time shall our love be, there is nothing to break it, or weaken it so.&lt;br /&gt;The future may appear as a fog, but our love is the light for us to see our way.&lt;br /&gt;I will always love the one of my heart, for you  are the only one for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074957217896060057-3851553247728431166?l=taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/3851553247728431166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6074957217896060057&amp;postID=3851553247728431166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/3851553247728431166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/3851553247728431166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/2009/07/lolli.html' title='Lolli'/><author><name>Nick Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12614372674960756304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074957217896060057.post-569414913065310931</id><published>2009-06-12T20:10:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T20:11:42.891+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Mental Note</title><content type='html'>Ok. I owe Lolli 4000 kisses for all the moments we could've kissed. That's just half a year of kisses.. By the time i see her, it'll be abt 11000.. LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074957217896060057-569414913065310931?l=taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/569414913065310931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6074957217896060057&amp;postID=569414913065310931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/569414913065310931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/569414913065310931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/2009/06/mental-note.html' title='Mental Note'/><author><name>Nick Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12614372674960756304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074957217896060057.post-3284554134724184442</id><published>2009-06-02T18:46:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T18:46:31.355+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Covenant</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in ages for i have been living some of the best months of my life. It isn't the fact that I passed my Grade 6 exam on piano with an A, it isn't all the hundred percents i got in maths class, it isn't all the gigs and comps my band one. No no. None of these can stand up to the immense happiness i'm feeling now..&lt;br /&gt;See, I'm in love. Not that weak, fizzled out love. This is true love. I'm in love with Lolli. My girl. She's the best girl in the world. She means the world to me. She's funny, she's caring, she's faithful and she's understanding. And i love her.&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of what the rest of the world thinks, to me; she's my supermodel, my Australian Idol, my graceful dancer, my everything. Through my eyes, she's an angel. She stands out in a crowd. The rest of the world just passes around, and i don't notice them. But when it comes to her, i'll know it's her.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that she is the one for me. There isn't another girl that could be better than her. She IS the best; and i want her forever and always.&lt;br /&gt;"I vow that I, Love, will stay with Lolli forever and always and nothing can get between us. In which I will love her forever and always, in sickness, and in pain, for as long as we shall both live. No man, woman, child, animal or thing in the world can tear us apart. I will love her and always be faithful even if unforeseen circumstances arise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074957217896060057-3284554134724184442?l=taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/3284554134724184442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6074957217896060057&amp;postID=3284554134724184442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/3284554134724184442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/3284554134724184442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/2009/06/covenant.html' title='The Covenant'/><author><name>Nick Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12614372674960756304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074957217896060057.post-5161900970046636068</id><published>2009-04-07T21:25:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:38:14.505+10:00</updated><title type='text'>New song..</title><content type='html'>I wrote this song the other day in school.. I dedicate it to the love of my life, my everything, my girl.&lt;br /&gt;Chords and a MP3 are coming soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Taken Away'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Chorus 1*&lt;br /&gt;I want to see your face&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel your skin&lt;br /&gt;I want to be there for you&lt;br /&gt;I want to be yours&lt;br /&gt;No matter how far&lt;br /&gt;No matter who's there&lt;br /&gt;No matter what's in my way&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be taken away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Verse 1*&lt;br /&gt;We were having the time of our lives&lt;br /&gt;Until the world claimed ownership of me&lt;br /&gt;The grief within my heart was so great for me to bear&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be in your arms forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pre-Chorus 1*&lt;br /&gt;But the world had a grip&lt;br /&gt;And it began to pull&lt;br /&gt;Until we were apart&lt;br /&gt;It hurts so bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Chorus 1*&lt;br /&gt;I want to see your face&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel your skin&lt;br /&gt;I want to be there for you&lt;br /&gt;I want to be yours&lt;br /&gt;No matter how far&lt;br /&gt;No matter who's there&lt;br /&gt;No matter what's in my way&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be taken away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Verse 2*&lt;br /&gt;And right now&lt;br /&gt;Your head is on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;My arms around your waist&lt;br /&gt;I am breaking all the rules to be with you&lt;br /&gt;You're in my arms forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pre-Chorus 2*&lt;br /&gt;The world no longer wins&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna let it try&lt;br /&gt;And now we're together&lt;br /&gt;The joy is thrilling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Chorus 2*&lt;br /&gt;And now I can see your face&lt;br /&gt;I get to feel your skin&lt;br /&gt;And I'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;I now am yours&lt;br /&gt;Distance wasn't a problem&lt;br /&gt;The people weren't a challenge&lt;br /&gt;Now there's nothing in my way&lt;br /&gt;I'm taken away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ending*&lt;br /&gt;Since there's no one in the way&lt;br /&gt;Since there's nothing there to stop us&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing in the world to stop us&lt;br /&gt;Cos I'm yours and you're mine&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing there at all&lt;br /&gt;We're together&lt;br /&gt;We're taken away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074957217896060057-5161900970046636068?l=taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/5161900970046636068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6074957217896060057&amp;postID=5161900970046636068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/5161900970046636068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/5161900970046636068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-song.html' title='New song..'/><author><name>Nick Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12614372674960756304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074957217896060057.post-6905768339446034326</id><published>2009-02-23T21:58:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T22:04:16.326+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Please..</title><content type='html'>What can I do to prove to you that I love you with every bit of my heart?? &lt;div&gt;I'd do anything to prove it to you. Though I did things in the past that you didn't like, but I still love you. I still want to be with you. Please dear, I promise you, no girl can be compared to you. I won't look at another girl the same way I look at you. The rest of the girls are nothing to me, it's only you that's important to me. I love you, and want you with every bit of my heart. I assure you, I won't fall for another girl. Please.. please believe me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074957217896060057-6905768339446034326?l=taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/6905768339446034326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6074957217896060057&amp;postID=6905768339446034326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/6905768339446034326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/6905768339446034326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/2009/02/please.html' title='Please..'/><author><name>Nick Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12614372674960756304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074957217896060057.post-9197321513744122203</id><published>2009-02-06T21:17:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:23:31.952+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Your words..</title><content type='html'>Your words upon that special piece of paper are like music to my ears. It calms me, but it saddens me as we relinquish contact for the next few weeks. The constant reminder of you is always there once my eyes see the first letter, the first word. Like adrenaline, it makes my heart pump faster. It's the memory of you, the memory of your touch, the memory of your happiness. Now, I'm confused about your feelings, are you angry? Are you sad? Have your feelings towards me changed at all? I need to know. I need you! The calming sensation of you on my mind when I'm in school. Hearing your voice, seeing your face, they both make my heart beat faster, but make me feel so contented, so happy, that I can sleep at night without a worry. And now, tossing and turning, searching within my dreams, trying to find my love. Lost in the abyss. I know she shall return to me soon enough, but can my mind handle the hurt that cripples me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074957217896060057-9197321513744122203?l=taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/9197321513744122203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6074957217896060057&amp;postID=9197321513744122203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/9197321513744122203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/9197321513744122203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/2009/02/your-words.html' title='Your words..'/><author><name>Nick Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12614372674960756304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074957217896060057.post-6285756122114507417</id><published>2009-02-04T20:26:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T19:53:24.064+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts of Love</title><content type='html'>What now? What can I do? Why?&lt;div&gt;Questions circulate through my head, an emptiness fills my chest, right where my heart was.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She didn't leave me, she was torn from me. The scars are there now, from where the damage was made. I don't blame her. There are others who I blame. I love her! And she was taken from me! MY LOVE!!! WHY! WHY! WHY! Do you want me to SUFFER? Do you want me to be UNHAPPY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cos you said that u wanted me to be as happy as possible. I'm not happy. I'm empty, i'm heartbroken, and I'm lonelier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aside from her, aside from my age and my height, I still love you Lolli! I always will! Time, my parents, nothing can change that. Nothing can! I hope that you can remember that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope, with what's left of me, that we can be reunited.. Our relationship won't be postponed much longer. We can be together.. I love 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/6074957217896060057-6285756122114507417?l=taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/6285756122114507417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6074957217896060057&amp;postID=6285756122114507417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/6285756122114507417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/6285756122114507417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/2009/02/thoughts-of-love.html' title='Thoughts of Love'/><author><name>Nick Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12614372674960756304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074957217896060057.post-7717134284344175384</id><published>2009-01-30T18:51:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T19:17:12.083+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Her..</title><content type='html'>It was merely weeks ago that my heart actually pumped that fast. The constant thumping of my hyperactive heart blocked out everything but her sweet, serene voice. The more time I spent with her, the more she left an impression on me. Suffering from Depression, I was. Her carefree and bubbly personality lifted me from the depths of the Abyss I was living in. I love her for that and the many more attributes that I learnt over the time I spent with her..&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/6074957217896060057-7717134284344175384?l=taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/7717134284344175384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6074957217896060057&amp;postID=7717134284344175384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/7717134284344175384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/7717134284344175384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/2009/01/happiness-of-sadness.html' title='Her..'/><author><name>Nick Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12614372674960756304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074957217896060057.post-8881640160200045855</id><published>2009-01-22T01:06:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T01:11:54.166+11:00</updated><title type='text'>New Lolli...</title><content type='html'>I'd never really been a big fan of lollies.. what with my new diet..&lt;div&gt;But i discovered this new Lolli.. Super nice! So pretty as well.. The sleek shape of it constantly lures me in.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't eat it, believe it or not. I just stare in awe at it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The craftsmanship of it is flawless! The price is so exceeding high. It's so beautiful, it's worth diamonds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait until I can go to Singapore once again to see this new Lolli again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074957217896060057-8881640160200045855?l=taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/8881640160200045855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6074957217896060057&amp;postID=8881640160200045855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/8881640160200045855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/8881640160200045855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-lolli.html' title='New Lolli...'/><author><name>Nick Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12614372674960756304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074957217896060057.post-2968764582433317428</id><published>2009-01-18T02:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T02:53:06.741+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A promise..</title><content type='html'>I made a promise to a person i hold close to my heart.&lt;div&gt;I promised to wait, and to grow 4 cm in 11 months!&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/6074957217896060057-2968764582433317428?l=taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/2968764582433317428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6074957217896060057&amp;postID=2968764582433317428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/2968764582433317428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/2968764582433317428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/2009/01/promise.html' title='A promise..'/><author><name>Nick Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12614372674960756304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074957217896060057.post-4156294866387094117</id><published>2009-01-01T06:32:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T06:34:54.591+11:00</updated><title type='text'>What's wrong with me?!</title><content type='html'>Forgive me while I try to comprehend the thoughts i have within my head.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I make the right decisions?! Why can't I use my mind?! What the hell is wrong with me?!&lt;br /&gt;I see why I wanted to suicide so many times! To end the pain, to end the suffering...&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna kill myself, but I don't wanna suffer. I need help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074957217896060057-4156294866387094117?l=taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/4156294866387094117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6074957217896060057&amp;postID=4156294866387094117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/4156294866387094117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/4156294866387094117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/2008/12/whats-wrong-with-me.html' title='What&apos;s wrong with me?!'/><author><name>Nick Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12614372674960756304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074957217896060057.post-1379315561386503814</id><published>2008-12-27T00:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T01:07:09.106+11:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh* Emptiness</title><content type='html'>First time blogging since my depression... it feels good expressing myself.&lt;br /&gt;I realise that Christmas is about giving, i felt so good giving out the gifts that me and uncle spent hours thinking of.&lt;br /&gt;I made a grave mistake though... I'm so angry at myself! I rushed the relationship between me and one of the best friends i've ever met. I cared for her. I tried to make her life more special than she made mine. But I shouldn't have rushed what we had! I scared her! She didn't deserve to be scared... it's all my fault. She doesn't deserve a person like me... I'm stupid and useless!&lt;br /&gt;I wish i wasn't so foolish! I'm not gonna let this get her down though. I can suffer, but i'm not gonna let her face the pain i feel.&lt;br /&gt;I want to journey closer to God, I want to experience His love before i try loving another... I've tried so many times, yet failed. God is the way to everything. I need to accept that. I pray that he'll help me make the right decisions to please Him, and to find the right girl...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074957217896060057-1379315561386503814?l=taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/1379315561386503814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6074957217896060057&amp;postID=1379315561386503814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/1379315561386503814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/1379315561386503814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/2008/12/sigh-emptiness.html' title='*sigh* Emptiness'/><author><name>Nick Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12614372674960756304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074957217896060057.post-3112240051047635677</id><published>2008-10-05T00:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T00:34:56.700+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What now??</title><content type='html'>I'm so depressed... my life is so annoying! My situation ain't too good... &lt;div&gt;I think there's something wrong with me... I dunno, I feel depressed all the time, I'm... I'm different. Is it common teenage life?? Or am I special??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't see myself in the mirror anymore... I'm changed.... What into, I don't know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What would u do to see yr friends?? What would u do to see the one??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would do anything... but my path is blocked heavily, by, expectations! Responsibilities! Every darn thing! It pisses me off to an extent where... I just want everything to disappear, apart from my friends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what now?? What do I do??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074957217896060057-3112240051047635677?l=taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/3112240051047635677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6074957217896060057&amp;postID=3112240051047635677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/3112240051047635677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/3112240051047635677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-now.html' title='What now??'/><author><name>Nick Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12614372674960756304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074957217896060057.post-3745363302394805295</id><published>2008-08-18T11:49:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T11:50:55.081+10:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog!!!</title><content type='html'>Yo!!&lt;br /&gt;I made a new blog, but I'll still use this one.&lt;br /&gt;My new blog is on Myspace: www.myspace.com/takanuva94&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074957217896060057-3745363302394805295?l=taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/3745363302394805295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6074957217896060057&amp;postID=3745363302394805295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/3745363302394805295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/3745363302394805295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-blog.html' title='New Blog!!!'/><author><name>Nick Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12614372674960756304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074957217896060057.post-6243204453157031779</id><published>2008-07-14T18:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T19:15:19.244+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school...</title><content type='html'>Two weeks of bliss, two weeks of enlightenment, two weeks; over. A new semester for school! A school full of people who curse His name! It's torture! I see it as a jail sentence!&lt;br /&gt;GOD HELP ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074957217896060057-6243204453157031779?l=taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/6243204453157031779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6074957217896060057&amp;postID=6243204453157031779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/6243204453157031779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/6243204453157031779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-to-school.html' title='Back to school...'/><author><name>Nick Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12614372674960756304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074957217896060057.post-7786190453358362405</id><published>2008-07-05T19:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T19:50:13.521+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The way I shall follow...</title><content type='html'>-Indefinitely I  shall follow through your words.&lt;br /&gt;-Lovely as though were delivered from you by little white birds.&lt;br /&gt;-Oh, how I miss you, more with each day.&lt;br /&gt;-Venting my anger as a chore to make my way.&lt;br /&gt;-Everlasting was your gift of love to me.&lt;br /&gt;-You changed my life dramatically.&lt;br /&gt;-On and on I'll live with your teachings.&lt;br /&gt;-Unleashing the messages you left in your preachings.&lt;br /&gt;-27000 seconds away you are, but I'll be with you in months ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Use the same technique you used before to find the secret message*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074957217896060057-7786190453358362405?l=taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/7786190453358362405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6074957217896060057&amp;postID=7786190453358362405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/7786190453358362405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/7786190453358362405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/2008/07/way-i-shall-follow.html' title='The way I shall follow...'/><author><name>Nick Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12614372674960756304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074957217896060057.post-4037822564776389176</id><published>2008-07-04T10:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T10:41:28.331+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The one...</title><content type='html'>The one who harbors enough energy to Jump a mile, but would be Agile enough to do it in a heartbeat. A Child at Heart, but shows wisdom that all respect. An Incredible comedian, always brightens up your day, and is a Never-ending source of comfort and advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Take all the words with capital letters at the start and find a single name. Light up the darkness! I am Kira!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074957217896060057-4037822564776389176?l=taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/4037822564776389176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6074957217896060057&amp;postID=4037822564776389176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/4037822564776389176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/4037822564776389176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/2008/07/one.html' title='The one...'/><author><name>Nick Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12614372674960756304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074957217896060057.post-7116226171147438695</id><published>2008-07-04T10:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T10:37:57.479+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The new Genesis to my life...</title><content type='html'>When I read any verse in the Bible, I remember the moments I spent with him, either praying or reading the Bible. He has made a great impact in my life. He lead me to God. I'm saddened whenever I think of him, he understands me, he understands my feelings, but he's got his own family to worry about now. Then again, he always finds time to answer my e-mails.&lt;br /&gt;I feel he and his family are open to my thoughts, while my thoughts are negated at home. I can't speak my mind without being persecuted, but he was there when 'backs were turned' to me; he made me feel as though I have a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;He taught me many life lessons throughout the two short weeks he was here. I see him as an older brother, and older brother I never had, but at the same time though, he displayed wisdom and care, like a father. That's what he'll be in eight weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I've replicated the conditions in which I was living in while he was here, just to ease the sadness... and live the memories. Now, those conditions are part of my daily habit.&lt;br /&gt;When I visit the places that I had previously did with him, the memories reappear, as though I'm living it again. It draws a sadness out of me that doesn't subsides, it pulls me out of the events that occur around me. It's the sadness of being alone once again.&lt;br /&gt;Tears fill my eyes as I write this, I'm always brought to tears when I think of him. I can't compress all my feelings into this mere message, but he'll understand...he always does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074957217896060057-7116226171147438695?l=taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/7116226171147438695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6074957217896060057&amp;postID=7116226171147438695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/7116226171147438695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/7116226171147438695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/2008/07/man.html' title='The new Genesis to my life...'/><author><name>Nick Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12614372674960756304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074957217896060057.post-2351596170719050023</id><published>2008-06-21T12:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T12:53:56.077+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger</title><content type='html'>I live each day in school full of anger.&lt;br /&gt;I have my honour, I don't hit a man on the floor nor shall I hurt a women.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so angry at how corrupted the minds of my classmates are. They see women as mere objects. The Bible as nothing but a book with thin pages, and God as no-one! It angers me so much when they question God's authority.&lt;br /&gt;I vent my anger violently, I scare my classmates. One look and the run the other way.&lt;br /&gt;I make a pledge now, to spread God's word through reason, not violence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074957217896060057-2351596170719050023?l=taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/2351596170719050023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6074957217896060057&amp;postID=2351596170719050023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/2351596170719050023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/2351596170719050023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/2008/06/anger.html' title='Anger'/><author><name>Nick Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12614372674960756304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074957217896060057.post-8454369844773261262</id><published>2008-06-21T12:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T12:49:42.144+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Epiphany</title><content type='html'>Happiness was flooding me when my uncle's family was here for a holiday, but when they left, I felt my life spiral downwards in a deep well of despair. I felt that I had a purpose, but it vanished.&lt;br /&gt;Then I had it, my epiphany. I realized that I can change my life around along the lives of many. I saw the truth in the Bible at last!  I want to share my view of the Bible to those who feel empty with no purpose.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not as happy as before, and my purpose isn't that big, but I will give purpose to those who need the comforting of the Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074957217896060057-8454369844773261262?l=taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/8454369844773261262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6074957217896060057&amp;postID=8454369844773261262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/8454369844773261262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/8454369844773261262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/2008/06/epiphany.html' title='Epiphany'/><author><name>Nick Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12614372674960756304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074957217896060057.post-4231388511770959028</id><published>2008-05-04T21:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T21:05:36.167+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hook Line and Sinker</title><content type='html'>Sin and temptation shroud me like baits and sinkers in a fish infested pond.&lt;div&gt;I'm sinful and take the bait, I'm sorry for it. After it, I just feel devastated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to take the bait. I don't want to be a sinner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Help me Lord! Help me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074957217896060057-4231388511770959028?l=taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/4231388511770959028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6074957217896060057&amp;postID=4231388511770959028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/4231388511770959028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/4231388511770959028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/2008/05/hook-line-and-sinker.html' title='Hook Line and Sinker'/><author><name>Nick Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12614372674960756304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074957217896060057.post-7018115343264971278</id><published>2008-04-27T16:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T16:36:03.807+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding happiness in the Lord...</title><content type='html'>I haven't spoken to the Lord for the last 4 months or found happiness in Him. I tried filling up the empty spot in my heart with earthly treasures but can never sustain happiness, but since my last trip in Singapore, that empty spot has been filled up by the Lord through my friends and family from RCC. Now, I talk to Him whenever I need guidance and help. Though I miss my family and friends, God has helped me to quench my sadness, and not to sweep it away. One thing I'm sure of though, is that my sadness will disappear only to be filled up with happiness, only after 6 weeks shall this happen, until then, the Lord shall guide me on filling my life with happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074957217896060057-7018115343264971278?l=taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/7018115343264971278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6074957217896060057&amp;postID=7018115343264971278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/7018115343264971278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/7018115343264971278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/2008/04/finding-happiness-in-lord.html' title='Finding happiness in the Lord...'/><author><name>Nick Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12614372674960756304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074957217896060057.post-6277143989930689205</id><published>2008-04-22T02:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T02:59:26.398+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazyiness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have a perfect compass but in this situation, its broken, the same with my map of the world which is burned to a crisp. I've got a gargantuan fork in my path at the moment. Each separate path leading to a separate prize, but every path joins up together in a 2 meadows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girls are the prizes. Many choices, but only one to pick! It's confusing! Some lead me to Singapore, the others, Australia. Then again, some the paths are shrouded by a thick fog, there's nothing to see for the next 2 miles. That fog is my confusion on whether I like the girl or I enjoy her company. Whenever I'm with each of the girls, I feel a sudden happiness, as though there's nothing to worry. I interact better with girls older than me, that I don't understand. The thoughts and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;possibilities&lt;/span&gt; are mulling over in my head, each and every one of those choices will change my life forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll take my time at the moment for when the Sun rises and I can make out each and every detail, in all the paths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074957217896060057-6277143989930689205?l=taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/6277143989930689205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6074957217896060057&amp;postID=6277143989930689205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/6277143989930689205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/6277143989930689205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/2008/04/crazyiness.html' title='Crazyiness!'/><author><name>Nick Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12614372674960756304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074957217896060057.post-8131539647478529742</id><published>2008-02-07T22:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T22:09:24.042+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Life at the Moment...</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since i last posted. Life is very confusing for me at the moment. School work, music, and balancing mates and girls.&lt;br /&gt;I think I've got the right girl, but my very shallow friends say she's ugly and is weird. That's ok i take it fine. Next I meet a Year &amp;amp; on the bus, she nice, great personality and in my friend's words ... hot. And this is advice from people who either, never talked to a single girl apart from his sister and mum, or lies about dating someone. But there's good news, my other friend, Lachy, sheds a little light on the topic. He tells me to buy stuff for them (would work on either girl), and slowly work my way from there.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying his advice at the moment now, and things are going ok.... For now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074957217896060057-8131539647478529742?l=taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/8131539647478529742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6074957217896060057&amp;postID=8131539647478529742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/8131539647478529742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/8131539647478529742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/2008/02/life-at-moment.html' title='Life at the Moment...'/><author><name>Nick Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12614372674960756304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074957217896060057.post-1083700170434890304</id><published>2007-12-22T00:23:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T00:24:35.929+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote...</title><content type='html'>"Life is an occasion, rise up to it." Mr. Magorium (Dustin Hoffman), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074957217896060057-1083700170434890304?l=taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/1083700170434890304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6074957217896060057&amp;postID=1083700170434890304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/1083700170434890304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/1083700170434890304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/2007/12/quote.html' title='Quote...'/><author><name>Nick Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12614372674960756304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074957217896060057.post-7101240416491738590</id><published>2007-12-02T21:44:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T21:54:21.302+11:00</updated><title type='text'>God through me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think God is working through me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Sunday, I always go to church (Obviously) and one of my friends want to go, since he's nine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'd think that he wouldn't like church. But he really surprised me, he listened to every word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father John had to say, and he never spoke, not once during mass; unlike his little brother who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would talk and talk and talk. Then i noticed something that struck me, when we arrived at church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he just ran in excited,  eh it's nothing, but it was after church that I noticed something, we dropped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him off at home, and he said eagerly, 'See ya next week!' I was surprised that someone his age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was that eager to hear God's word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know God has new ways of getting people to church, but I never thought he would use me.&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/6074957217896060057-7101240416491738590?l=taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/7101240416491738590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6074957217896060057&amp;postID=7101240416491738590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/7101240416491738590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/7101240416491738590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/2007/12/god-through-me.html' title='God through me...'/><author><name>Nick Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12614372674960756304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074957217896060057.post-5574243588184429645</id><published>2007-11-23T18:03:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T22:57:45.292+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The one in 7 billion?</title><content type='html'>Today we had the ABODA (Australian Band and Orchestra Directors Association) Festival, and i was a guide to help people around.&lt;br /&gt;I started out feeling all down and bored but then i saw her. I don't know why but I just had an odd feeling when I saw her. Was it because she was Asian? Or something else?&lt;br /&gt;Soon, i finally got the chance to guide her school around. We got to the band room. I stood around minding my own business, then she came up to me and started asking questions about me and my nationality. I played along thinking it was all a joke, then she walked back to her friends and started giggling.&lt;br /&gt;She plays trumpet and is good at it, she also has a good as personality. I couldn't learn anything else, except her name was Cinda.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know whether I'll see her again but i think she is the one. The one in 7 billion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074957217896060057-5574243588184429645?l=taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/5574243588184429645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6074957217896060057&amp;postID=5574243588184429645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/5574243588184429645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/5574243588184429645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-in-7-billion.html' title='The one in 7 billion?'/><author><name>Nick Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12614372674960756304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074957217896060057.post-7911854570775480560</id><published>2007-11-10T23:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T00:24:29.795+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My life... a mess!</title><content type='html'>My life is a mess! I think... I don't know whether to be happy that Maleena is out of my life or depressed because she hates me.&lt;br /&gt;She always used to call me and tell me all her problems and secrets, and one day she told me about her friend, Emily.&lt;br /&gt;Emily, met one of my classmates, Gerard,  after school, they talked,  flirted, exchanged numbers. I asked Gerard, he denied everything, but i soon got all of it out of him. He said that he doesn't like her and that she's ugly, but for some reason, they met again after school.  I don't know what happened. So the next day I asked Gerard, all he says is that he's going to tell Emily to meet him at the crossing and not show up. That night Maleena calls me and says that Emily is pissed at me for asking Gerard, and that she is talking to her on MSN. I don't know why, but Maleena vouches for me and talks Emily out of it. Every thing's okay.&lt;br /&gt;The next day on the bus, I tell Shane, my close friend, as well as Emily's, about what's going on. He's happy that I told him, because he's very concerned for Emily.&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems fine until the next morning, when Maleena texts me, obviously pissed, and interrogates me about why I told shane. I say that he was concerned, so i told him, but she isn't listening. The way i see it is that she won't listen to whatever I say, and if the truth danced naked in front of her, she wouldn't notice.&lt;br /&gt;So now she's pissed at me for telling Shane about Emily's issues, and won't talk to me. Is it a blessing, or the worst thing to happen to me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074957217896060057-7911854570775480560?l=taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/7911854570775480560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6074957217896060057&amp;postID=7911854570775480560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/7911854570775480560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/7911854570775480560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-life-mess.html' title='My life... a mess!'/><author><name>Nick Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12614372674960756304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074957217896060057.post-3358797478222712960</id><published>2007-10-17T22:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T22:48:58.467+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A strong message...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I heard this at my school's Talent Quest, and it really related to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Mama"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mama thank you for who I am&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all the things I'm not&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for the words unsaid&lt;br /&gt;For the times&lt;br /&gt;I forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mama remember all my life&lt;br /&gt;You showed me love, you sacrificed&lt;br /&gt;Think of those young and early days&lt;br /&gt;How I've changed&lt;br /&gt;along the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And I know you believed&lt;br /&gt;And I know you had dreams&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sorry it took all this time to see&lt;br /&gt;That I am where I am because of your truth&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Verse 3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mama forgive the times you cried&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for not making right&lt;br /&gt;All of the storms I may have caused&lt;br /&gt;And I've been wrong&lt;br /&gt;Dry your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mama I hope this makes you smile&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're happy with my life&lt;br /&gt;At peace with every choice I made&lt;br /&gt;How I've changed&lt;br /&gt;Along the way&lt;br /&gt;And I know you believed in all of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And I owe it all to you, Mama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074957217896060057-3358797478222712960?l=taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/3358797478222712960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6074957217896060057&amp;postID=3358797478222712960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/3358797478222712960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/3358797478222712960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/2007/10/strong-message.html' title='A strong message...'/><author><name>Nick Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12614372674960756304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074957217896060057.post-4177424650344363765</id><published>2007-10-16T22:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T22:24:28.383+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy of music...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Stepping on stage, the eyes of the audience bore into me, but i stand straight with my partner beside me. We introduce ourselves relaxed and cool. The St Josephs Talent Quest is one of best places for budding musicians, and that's what we are, budding musicians. As my partner, Simon Hocreiter,  run through Hungarian dance by Johannes Brahms, I could feel the  sweat accumulating on my neck, but i continue playing.&lt;br /&gt;When we finished our performance we rushed to the audience to wait for the judge's decisions. I was thinking to myself, "Don't be greedy, you came for the experience not the cash." and suddenly the judges announce, "And the winners for the Group Section are Simon Hocreiter and Nicholas Ng!" That was one of the most happiest moments in my life. We were awarded a $100.00 voucher for the Music Den. Winning that is fantastic! I loved every moment.&lt;br /&gt;I got to say that God guided us through it all. The 2 hour solo practices and the whole day group practices, everything. I praise you almighty God! Thank You! Thank You Lord!&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/6074957217896060057-4177424650344363765?l=taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/4177424650344363765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6074957217896060057&amp;postID=4177424650344363765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/4177424650344363765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/4177424650344363765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/2007/10/joy-of-music.html' title='Joy of music...'/><author><name>Nick Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12614372674960756304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074957217896060057.post-4034134316231542109</id><published>2007-10-09T21:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T22:02:29.802+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbelieveable...</title><content type='html'>Unbelievable! Hillsong is on ACA with claims of using Aussie Idol. Christianity is the most popular religion in the whole world apart from catholicism. So what's wrong  with the Aussie Idol finalists being Christian?!?  So what if they already sing openly? That isn't counted as cheating. ACA just needs to get it's facts right and make a story over something else. Hillsong is a good church, has good music and coincidentally, has some of their church in Aussie Idol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074957217896060057-4034134316231542109?l=taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/4034134316231542109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6074957217896060057&amp;postID=4034134316231542109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/4034134316231542109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/4034134316231542109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/2007/10/unbelieveable.html' title='Unbelieveable...'/><author><name>Nick Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12614372674960756304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074957217896060057.post-3050935852606013219</id><published>2007-09-29T00:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T00:16:27.073+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A pray answered, but is it the right one?</title><content type='html'>You know sometimes you pray to God, asking Him that the next day will be a good one. That's exactly what I did. I prayed to God asking for an enjoyable day, and he grants me a great one at Crown in Melbourne. I won three stuffed Ratatouille toys from a "claw" machine, I win a Laser Tag tag gun, and i get to have a good day with my dad. They don't seem like terrific things but it was the experience that i enjoyed. I do want to pray to God, but I don't know whether I'm praying for the right things though, I don't want to be selfish and drift away from His set path. I just wish I knew.&lt;br /&gt;So I hope, no, i know that He will tell me what is right to pray for what is not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074957217896060057-3050935852606013219?l=taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/3050935852606013219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6074957217896060057&amp;postID=3050935852606013219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/3050935852606013219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/3050935852606013219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/2007/09/pray-answered-but-is-it-right-one.html' title='A pray answered, but is it the right one?'/><author><name>Nick Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12614372674960756304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074957217896060057.post-5333470221271510523</id><published>2007-09-24T22:42:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T23:08:37.777+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends...</title><content type='html'>Some people may think that it's your upbringing that makes yourself you, but i think that it's not your parents or your upbringing, it's your friends that make who you are.&lt;br /&gt;Like I have my group of friends, we're all musical talented so we call ourselves the "Five Quarter Notes". We're happy, we talk openly, and we like each others company; but before all this, before I was involved in all the music opportunities at SJC, I used to run with "Zak's Crowd". They're the gangster of Year 7, the listened to heavy metal, they walked like they owned the place, and they just cause endless trouble.  As soon as i joined him, my view became shrouded with a cloud of anger, a cloud of frustration, a cloud of... Well bad stuff. I would get what i wanted, and no one would get in the way. I loved it, the power that i wielded like a sword was fantastic. People were scared to look at me, or do something wrong in front of me, but i thought, "Why do this? I'm better than this." So I soon stopped interacting to anyone in the group, didn't cause trouble, I just walked around the yard. A loner. I soon "bump" into one of my mates from Senior Band, after we recognized each other we started talking about each other's backgrounds. His name is Alex, he played piano in Senior Band, he always saw me in the yard, but just didn't want to talk to me. He said he was shy. We soon found out that we had the same interests, music and nothing else. The same thing happened with one of my classmates, Lachy. We also had the same interests. So everyday the three of us would wonder around the school, talking. It seems boring, but we always bump into someone that makes the day interesting. After about two or three weeks, Nathan and Liam joined our group. We would usually see them following us when we were walking around the school. So from then on our routine would be, go bother Lachy's dad  in his office, do one round of the Year 8 area, go to the canteen to buy a snack, and hang out in near my locker until the bell rang. Somehow the four of them showed me the most amount of respect, I wasn't anyone special to them, but they still showed me the most amount of respect.&lt;br /&gt;So friends shape your personality like how potters shape clay and "Five Quarter Notes" are better than the heavy metal of "Zak's Crowd".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074957217896060057-5333470221271510523?l=taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/5333470221271510523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6074957217896060057&amp;postID=5333470221271510523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/5333470221271510523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/5333470221271510523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/2007/09/friends.html' title='Friends...'/><author><name>Nick Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12614372674960756304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074957217896060057.post-2921715641184191073</id><published>2007-09-22T23:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T00:17:01.146+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday...</title><content type='html'>Today is my birthday! YAY! Most of the day was quite enjoyable. My mum bought me a Rubik's Brain Racker, I got $100.00 from my parents, I got lots of text messages from my friends and family, but the thing that really made my day or other, me feel bad was when I accidentally deleted all the photos on my mum's phone. I was adding stuff to her memory card and I was arranging the files so they were neat, I put the selected files in the folder and I wanted to delete the two files, so I press CTRL and the photos get highlighted but I didn't notice that the photos file was selected as well and i presses DELETE on the computer keyboard. BIG MISTAKE!!! I saw that I deleted it, "Oh no!" I shouted, "OH NO!!!!!!" My mum was left shocked. Because in the files there were the pictures of my dead aunty's tomb, pictures of my cousin from my uncle's wedding,  pictures from my holiday, and there was a picture of our friends son who is camera-shy. I felt &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; bad, I was punching my self later. I didn't know what to do to make it up to my mum. The good thing was that most of the photos were already on the computer but it was the picture of my aunty's tomb that was really hard to get. So, for about another hour I was phoning family and friends to see if I could piece back whatever was in my mum's phone. I could only get a picture of our friend's camera-shy son. Other than that, I just have to try again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*                   *                   *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At our dinner we planned to have at our friend's house, (who was also celebrating their son's birthday,) my mum didn't show any sign of what happened earlier. Slowly through the night, I myself soon started to forget about what happened. As the minutes ticked by, I started to forget all my troubles and just enjoyed myself as though I was in Singapore again. The food there was good as well, there was steak, pork, lamb, noodles, fried rice, sausages, and spring rolls. Not much, but it's the quality that counts.&lt;br /&gt;When I got home I looked at what I got this year, I got a Rubik's Brain Racker, $100.00, "The Lord of the Rings" book, and a $20.00 Coles Myer Voucher. It wasn't as much as last year, but I did get more throughout the year. Everyday can be your birthday, just live everyday to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074957217896060057-2921715641184191073?l=taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/2921715641184191073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6074957217896060057&amp;postID=2921715641184191073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/2921715641184191073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/2921715641184191073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-birthday.html' title='My birthday...'/><author><name>Nick Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12614372674960756304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074957217896060057.post-4330345027211324954</id><published>2007-09-22T23:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T23:42:23.275+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Teenage Years...</title><content type='html'>When you're about five or six, your birthday is the best thing in the world, but when you reach thirteen there's nothing special to celebrate. Well that's what I think. Some would say that thirteen is the most unluckiest year of your life, and others say that it's great because your a teenager; then there's mothers who say it's the worst thing to happen. I think thirteen would be the most stressful time of your life apart from when you're having an important exam or your planning a holiday. Though I am bombarded with other people's views on my thirteenth year, I still like being thirteen.  Besides, I still have another year to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074957217896060057-4330345027211324954?l=taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/4330345027211324954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6074957217896060057&amp;postID=4330345027211324954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/4330345027211324954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/4330345027211324954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/2007/09/teenage-years.html' title='Teenage Years...'/><author><name>Nick Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12614372674960756304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074957217896060057.post-8010417360604149285</id><published>2007-09-18T17:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T17:39:09.105+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>It cost me an arm and a leg but i finally got one of my friends to come to church. Now he has accepted what is left out for him - Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Ok... one down... twenty four to go. (LOL!)&lt;br /&gt;But i could always try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074957217896060057-8010417360604149285?l=taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/8010417360604149285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6074957217896060057&amp;postID=8010417360604149285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/8010417360604149285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/8010417360604149285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/2007/09/finally.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>Nick Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12614372674960756304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074957217896060057.post-5821727390347419319</id><published>2007-09-15T20:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T20:26:24.356+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Disgraceful!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;URGH! Have you ever thought why some people become Catholic and don't go to church or even believe in God? Well, almost everyone in my year level became Catholic either to follow their family, or just to get into St Josephs! It is disgraceful! I hate it! And they call themselves Catholics! BAHH! They might as well call themselves Atheists! Catholics are meant to follow the Bible, nearly half of my class don't know whether "John" is in the New or Old Testament.  I thought my school was a school of religion, but it turned out to be something else.&lt;br /&gt;God I need your help!!! Help me to change the lives of these people, and help me to bring a new view to everyone's lives.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You LORD!!! Thank You!&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/6074957217896060057-5821727390347419319?l=taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/5821727390347419319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6074957217896060057&amp;postID=5821727390347419319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/5821727390347419319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/5821727390347419319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/2007/09/disgraceful.html' title='Disgraceful!'/><author><name>Nick Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12614372674960756304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074957217896060057.post-8142777642436566450</id><published>2007-09-12T22:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T22:21:21.788+10:00</updated><title type='text'>New fame</title><content type='html'>Oh My GOSH!!! I'm on Youtube!!! I like start using the Rubik's cube and fame is just thrust upon me. One thing I know, this won't last. So I'm making the best of it!&lt;br /&gt;The link is: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=izfd6LM42Uc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=izfd6LM42Uc &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Lord!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074957217896060057-8142777642436566450?l=taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/8142777642436566450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6074957217896060057&amp;postID=8142777642436566450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/8142777642436566450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/8142777642436566450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-fame.html' title='New fame'/><author><name>Nick Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12614372674960756304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074957217896060057.post-7393284991555088086</id><published>2007-09-11T18:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T18:39:18.054+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My fears</title><content type='html'>I don't know what's wrong with me, but I think I'm reverting back to my old swearing, disrespectful and obnoxious self. I was trying to concentrate in class but the volume of the class' overlapping was really getting to me. I was trying as hard as I could to stop myself from saying a stream of curses, but soon my frustration took over; and I yelled at the top of my voice, "SHUT UP! SHUT UP!!!" I then soon realized what I had just said, and immediately started praying for forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that my newly changed life is about to change back to my old unhappy life. I have been praying to God about this, but I feel like i need extra support. So I pray to God saying,"Lord, give me the strength to keep to my new life and to reject the temptations to revert back to my old life."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074957217896060057-7393284991555088086?l=taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/7393284991555088086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6074957217896060057&amp;postID=7393284991555088086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/7393284991555088086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/7393284991555088086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-fears.html' title='My fears'/><author><name>Nick Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12614372674960756304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074957217896060057.post-1767898798629281</id><published>2007-09-10T18:45:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T19:16:22.794+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The magic of the Rubik's cube.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's my first day back at school. I arrive, my classmates rush up to me to welcome me back, I got into the classroom to check what subjects we have, Maths and Religion. Oh no. I slowly got my books and sat behind my desk; thinking that my day could not get any worse, but little did i know that my day was soon about to get even better. I was just messing around with my Rubik's cube, then suddenly about 20 or 30 kids crowd around me; trying to get a glimpse of me. They wanted me to show off what i could do. Of course i inclined; amazing the group. i was solving the cube for about the seventh time when a teacher entered the group. I didn't notice her until i finished my Rubik's cube. I was not only surprised at the fact that she was there, but the look on her face was the most surprising. Her mouth was hanging open in pure amazement. That would be the best time of the day; the look on that teacher's face.&lt;br /&gt;I knew from the start that this was a gift from from God. I knew from the start, and I just want to thank Him and praise Him. Thank You God!!!&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/6074957217896060057-1767898798629281?l=taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/1767898798629281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6074957217896060057&amp;postID=1767898798629281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/1767898798629281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/1767898798629281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/2007/09/magic-of-rubiks-cube.html' title='The magic of the Rubik&apos;s cube.'/><author><name>Nick Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12614372674960756304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074957217896060057.post-2391927541638759041</id><published>2007-09-09T17:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T17:28:35.011+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The first post</title><content type='html'>I don't know whether it was an act of God that made me make a blog, Sophia, or an act of God through Sophia. Obviously it was option number 3. (laugh)&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how, but she has like completely changed my view on life. I just wish she didn't have to live 9000 km away! (sigh)&lt;br /&gt;Well, life's just how it is. I just have to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074957217896060057-2391927541638759041?l=taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/feeds/2391927541638759041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6074957217896060057&amp;postID=2391927541638759041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/2391927541638759041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074957217896060057/posts/default/2391927541638759041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taming-the-tiger.blogspot.com/2007/09/first-post.html' title='The first post'/><author><name>Nick Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12614372674960756304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
