<?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-2648304723584163754</id><updated>2011-08-16T09:44:13.288+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh hi, I'm Michelle (2008-2010)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-7227739407493886132</id><published>2010-04-29T10:14:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T10:17:51.446+10:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>Time for a change. Go to &lt;a href="http://michryn.blogspot.com"&gt;www.michryn.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2648304723584163754-7227739407493886132?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7227739407493886132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2010/04/time-for-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/7227739407493886132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/7227739407493886132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2010/04/time-for-change.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-5872017613664629202</id><published>2010-04-09T20:58:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T15:47:09.201+10:00</updated><title type='text'>KK, I will miss you.</title><content type='html'>Today is just about my last day in Malaysia. Well, tomorrow doesn't really count as I'm going back tomorrow. Had a really good time here, and it's been the best two weeks out of 2010, and I thank the awesome people that have made it my best two weeks. I'll post the photos from Singapore here when I get back, but for now I'm just going to sit back and relax and enjoy my final hours in KK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KK, I will miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2648304723584163754-5872017613664629202?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5872017613664629202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2010/04/kk-i-will-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/5872017613664629202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/5872017613664629202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2010/04/kk-i-will-miss-you.html' title='KK, I will miss you.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-6490395186944484374</id><published>2010-03-19T07:27:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T15:47:49.190+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Not manly, but special</title><content type='html'>Been checking out the movie times just then, and guess what? Turns out the movie times have changed for Dear John, and it's now at 6.30pm. A time which, I, nor Rachael, will be able to go to, at such late notice. Too bad, because I really wanted to see that movie. Yes, even I, the "manly" person, wanted to see it. Argh, I hate being called manly. I'm not manly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, maybe I am slightly. Yes, maybe I wear black all the time, love soccer, and would go on a few all-nighters at a time to watch some tennis match or the Formula 1. And yeah, that might prove Jessie's point about me being a sports freak. But not the manly bit. I'm just.. special. At least that's what my mum tells me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'm going to go now. We're seeing Remember Me instead. It's just about the only movie that's around 4, plus the trailer didn't look too bad. Now, I'm on a mission to find my long lost wallet. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edit after Remember Me:&lt;br /&gt;Remember Me was pretty awesome :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2648304723584163754-6490395186944484374?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6490395186944484374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-manly-but-special.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/6490395186944484374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/6490395186944484374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-manly-but-special.html' title='Not manly, but special'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-3180910046630891660</id><published>2010-03-15T18:25:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T18:57:56.637+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfection vs. Goodness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do you differentiate perfection and goodness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's most  indefinitely hard to differentiate the two, as they seem almost similar.  To me, there is such a thing as perfection. It's not necessarily the 'perfect' perfection, but it's the sort of perfection where you reach a level of self satisfaction and say, 'this is perfect'. That sort of perfection. The type that no one can determine other than you. Of course, to other people, perfection is stupid because it can never be achieved. Which is true, if you don't flow my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness is the sort of thing that you don't need perfection to compare to. Because goodness is far greater. Goodness is something can't be measured. I suppose what I'm saying is that it's far more harder to be a good person than to be perfect. Because with perfection, there is always this limitless yet limited sky. Goodness is beyond perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, this is all in my head and I'm just typing this down. My state of mind has really gone beyond me. I'm tired. And a bit down, I'll admit. Releasing gibberish seems to help me, so I shall do that. And get more than 2 hours of sleep a night. I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2648304723584163754-3180910046630891660?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3180910046630891660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2010/03/perfection-vs-goodness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/3180910046630891660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/3180910046630891660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2010/03/perfection-vs-goodness.html' title='Perfection vs. Goodness'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-6220252892468097981</id><published>2010-03-02T18:48:00.010+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T19:03:54.161+11:00</updated><title type='text'>EEK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'magic is swung upon those who believe'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the bell went, our Math teacher, Ms O'Connor told us that we were to show her our Maths project tomorrow. So after the bell went, and Amy and I were the last to go, she approached us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ms. O' Connor:&lt;/span&gt; So, how's the Maths project going for you guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amy:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, it's coming along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ms O' Connor:&lt;/span&gt; What about you, Michelle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, um, it's good. Yeah, good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(mind you, as I was saying this, I was doing that weird eyeball turning thing that I do when I lie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I quickly ran out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. O' Connor laughed. 'You haven't even started it, have you?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, onto my Maths project now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2648304723584163754-6220252892468097981?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6220252892468097981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2010/03/eek.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/6220252892468097981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/6220252892468097981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2010/03/eek.html' title='EEK'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-5772980060459895730</id><published>2010-03-01T06:45:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T06:52:36.024+11:00</updated><title type='text'>'Morning</title><content type='html'>Been up since 5 working on the projects that are due today, or tomorrow. I know what you're thinking. Last minute. Yep. Procrastinator, and proud of it. Listening to The Fray and Snow Patrol by the way. Just perfect for the mood. And right at this moment, I'm pretty sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, back to my projects. Shall blog later. I wish everyone to a good day, while I shall have another one of those tiring days where I don't have enough sleep. Not that I ever do. Because as we all know, I think sleeping is a waste of time. Tired, but not complaning. Ha. Have a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Oh, and before I forget, it's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;23 days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2648304723584163754-5772980060459895730?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5772980060459895730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2010/03/morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/5772980060459895730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/5772980060459895730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2010/03/morning.html' title='&apos;Morning'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-5268090412562706337</id><published>2010-02-25T18:47:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T18:49:54.056+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Still as Marble</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I close my eyes, as I lie in bed&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of all things happy and sad&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if things will ever change&lt;br /&gt;In the world, and in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not looking for a change,&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy where I am&lt;br /&gt;But somewhere deep inside,&lt;br /&gt;is a girl crying in fright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the world that scares me,&lt;br /&gt;Or the things that I see&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to explain it,&lt;br /&gt;Is there a way out of this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to put myself off to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;But as the night creeps into day,&lt;br /&gt;I lay there, knowing there's no other way.&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/2648304723584163754-5268090412562706337?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5268090412562706337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2010/02/still-as-marble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/5268090412562706337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/5268090412562706337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2010/02/still-as-marble.html' title='Still as Marble'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-7285068310479787530</id><published>2010-02-23T08:18:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T17:06:38.329+11:00</updated><title type='text'>29 days, and counting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 523px; height: 346px;" src="http://cbimg6.com/graphics/09/08/74814c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm counting down the days to the day I take that flight back to Malaysia. It's amazing how quickly time passes; I've been counting down since November last year. And now, it's down to 29 days. That's less than a month! I've just been really holding out for the day to come. I miss my family so much, so much that it hurts. I really, really miss them. I wish the days will go by quicker, but I know I have to be patient. It will come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2648304723584163754-7285068310479787530?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7285068310479787530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2010/02/29-days-and-counting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/7285068310479787530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/7285068310479787530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2010/02/29-days-and-counting.html' title='29 days, and counting.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-150914111752848935</id><published>2010-02-20T21:26:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T14:31:32.068+11:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Awesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 576px; height: 75px;" src="http://cbimg6.com/graphics/09/05/72254c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey. Just felt like blogging right now. So much to say, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite having less than five hours every night, I'm actually pretty happy at the moment. Five hours might seem little to you, but to me, it's a lot of sleep. And when I say happy, I mean not having to stare at the ceiling all night, before deciding to get up and not getting any sleep. I seem to be the only one having that problem among my friends. But it's been improving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, what else? Oh yes. I got an iPod recently. It was SUCH a pleasant surprise from my mum. I've never actually asked or begged her for one. iPods, for me, is not a necessity, and to me, I can live without it. Mum just sat me down and asked me to close my eyes. I did exactly as I was told, and she put this strange thing onto my hands. I was like, "What the hell is this weird rectangle thing?" I opened my eyes. And it was an iPod. The newest on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you Mum, for the iPod. Life is more interesting having an iPod.  You're full of surprises these days. First, with the Stieg Larsson novel. Now, the iPod. Though, I'll still insist that I can live without it. But thank you. You're awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, I shall end this blog post. Just saw Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief today, and for those who haven't watched it, go see it. It's gold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2648304723584163754-150914111752848935?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/150914111752848935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2010/02/youre-awesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/150914111752848935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/150914111752848935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2010/02/youre-awesome.html' title='You&apos;re Awesome'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-2140323029590071695</id><published>2010-02-12T22:41:00.011+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T08:31:07.247+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 485px; height: 327px;" src="http://cbimg6.com/graphics/09/08/74757c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw this, it somehow reminded me of Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not much of a fan of colours, but this actually looks pretty cool. The whole run-down brick-ish look looks brilliant. If I was to have an apartment, I really wouldn't mind this. The whole ladder thing just appeals to me. Anyway, I thought I'd share that with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's been happening much lately. School's gone back, and it's actually not bad. Chinese New Year is on Sunday, which I guess shall be exciting, since I'm the type who lives to eat. On the other hand, I'm still working some things out, but still pretty confused about some things. Not sure that confusion is the right terminology, but for now, it will do. Apparently I'm in a mood. Which, I'll deny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish everyone a good weekend, and if it's in relation to you, Happy Chinese New Year. I just found out a week ago that it's the Year of Tiger. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rawrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2648304723584163754-2140323029590071695?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2140323029590071695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-because.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/2140323029590071695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/2140323029590071695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-because.html' title='Just because'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-2709128107123424951</id><published>2010-01-29T23:30:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T23:36:04.039+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Dum dee Dum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hi there :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Been a while since my last post, and since then, a lot has happened. I recently got a haircut (and it's actually not bad, surprisingly), been counting down the days to going back to Malaysia for a holiday (which, by the way, I'm really looking forward to), and of course, enjoying my holiday as much as possible. Which reminds me, school starts on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Which is not exactly exciting, but to my own surprise, I'm not dreading it either. I'm kinda looking forward to it, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've also read a few books recently, and discovered the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Millenium Trilogy&lt;/span&gt;, written by Stieg Larsson. The guy is genius. His writing is astoundingly smooth and I'm just so, so awed with the way he tells the story. I actually discovered it as one of my aunts gave the second book to me as a Christmas present. And because I loved it so much, my loving mum went and got me the last installment of the trilogy after work one day, which I'm reading at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my delight, my aunt has decided to give me the first book of the trilogy as a home coming present when I go back to visit Malaysia. So thank you, Aunt Alice, for completing my collection of the whole trilogy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've been watching the Australian Open for the past few weeks. Been watching almost every single match, and my friend Jessie calls me a freak for staying up as late as 5am in the morning. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My response?&lt;/span&gt; You haven't seen the freakish side of me until you've seen me watch the Formula 1 Race. Or soccer. Or when the Lakers play. Yes, I'm an avid sports fan. So what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I should get going now. Should catch up on some sleep.  It's almost 12. I think this is the earliest I've gone to bed in nearly a month.&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/2648304723584163754-2709128107123424951?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2709128107123424951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2010/01/dum-dee-dum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/2709128107123424951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/2709128107123424951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2010/01/dum-dee-dum.html' title='Dum dee Dum'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-4007533404889908537</id><published>2010-01-15T15:08:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T15:13:57.237+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple to be Wise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/S0_p53Bd_BI/AAAAAAAAAN8/EExmBHa2Alc/s1600-h/Kid+Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/S0_p53Bd_BI/AAAAAAAAAN8/EExmBHa2Alc/s400/Kid+Love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426813256236661778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; "It's so simple to be wise. Just think of something stupid to say and say the opposite."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Sam Levenson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;font-size:100%;" id="main" &gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;American humorist, writer, television host and journalist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2648304723584163754-4007533404889908537?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4007533404889908537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2010/01/simple-to-be-wise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/4007533404889908537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/4007533404889908537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2010/01/simple-to-be-wise.html' title='Simple to be Wise'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/S0_p53Bd_BI/AAAAAAAAAN8/EExmBHa2Alc/s72-c/Kid+Love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-8712534017639062308</id><published>2010-01-14T17:13:00.013+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T22:41:20.582+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Gives Me Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've been reading off the site &lt;a href="http://www.givesmehope.com/"&gt;GivesMeHope&lt;/a&gt; almost all day, and cannot stop reading. Here are a few of the many stories that touched me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;When I was six or seven, I spent Christmas Eve at my grandparents&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;. I was so afraid that Santa would not be able to find me, that my Grandpa made a sign out of mud and an old sheet that said "Santa! Lisa is here! Bring her presents here!" He then attached it to the icy roof in the dead of winter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;My grandpa GMH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today, I took one of the children I work with to have to McDonalds&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;. The child is 7 years old, autistic, has fetal alcohol syndrome and lives in a shelter with his grandmother. Aware he was hungry, I asked him why he hadn't eaten his food and he smiled and answered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; "I want to take it home to share it with my grandma." GMH             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;When I was 14, I was homeless&lt;/b&gt;. A couple who only knew me from buying things from their convenience store in my town gave me no choice but to move in with them and their two daughters. My drug addicted mother gave them constant trouble for taking me in, but they never gave me up. I am now in my second year in medical school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their selfless love GMH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My little 8 year old sister has leukemia&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Today I visited her in hospital and she said to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ellie, I know I'm going to die. But I know that I'm going to be coming back as a kitten. So after I'm gone and when a kitten comes to your door. It will be me. I will always love you. Even when I'll be a cat".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her beautiful words GMH.            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's these people that make the world a better place for everyone. It gives me hope, to know that there are selfless people like them in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2648304723584163754-8712534017639062308?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8712534017639062308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2010/01/gives-me-hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/8712534017639062308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/8712534017639062308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2010/01/gives-me-hope.html' title='Gives Me Hope'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-8058436023291081830</id><published>2010-01-13T17:02:00.017+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T12:18:18.523+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Avatar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://i49.tinypic.com/51q2io.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Avatar.&lt;/span&gt; The most talked about movie in the world, in Australia and of course, in my circle of friends. So we went and saw it in 3D yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first saw the trailer, I really wanted to see it. But then I started having my doubts as I don't particularly like animation (which a lot of the movie is built solely on that genre). Another reason was also based on the fact that it was directed by the same director that directed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Titanic.&lt;/span&gt; And I wasn't a huge fan of Titanic. Plus the thought of watching a couple of blue creatures for a few hours put me off. But I went in with no expectations whatsoever, like I do with all movies that I go and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the next 2 hours and 40 minutes, I just sat there amazed. It was hands down, the most beautiful animation I had ever seen in my entire life. The scenery was just so beautiful and exquisitely phenomenal. It was surreal. And the actors were simply brilliant. Especially Sam Worthington. Their acting did good justice to their characters, so good in fact that I couldn't imagine anyone else in those roles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for those who want to go and see it, I suggest you see it in 3D. But if there isn't any 3D screening near your area, just watch it in 2D. I'm sure it won't be just as good, but at least you'll experience what is now called the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Avatar experience.&lt;/span&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/2648304723584163754-8058436023291081830?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8058436023291081830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2010/01/avatar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/8058436023291081830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/8058436023291081830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2010/01/avatar.html' title='Avatar'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i49.tinypic.com/51q2io_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-600445952397078825</id><published>2010-01-12T11:49:00.018+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T12:04:19.316+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Admin/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-11.png" alt="" /&gt;Yes, I'm guilty as charged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit that I haven't been blogging for a while now. But like many other bloggers on hiatus out there, I have my reasons. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Excuses!&lt;/span&gt;, I hear you say. Well,  if you like. I'd like to start by wishing everyone a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about everyone else, but Christmas was great at our household. Everyone was happy, so happy in fact that Aunt Alice and I made our own jingle! I was very happy with all of my presents, and I'd like thank the people that gone through all the trouble &amp;amp; got me a present. You guys are simply amazing. And that Christmas, I promised Jesus that I'd try to be a better Catholic and read the Bible more often, preferably everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 556px; height: 324px;" src="http://i50.tinypic.com/34ouans.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;click &lt;a href="http://www.3aw.com.au/blogs/3aw-generic-blog/43-degrees-and-rising-in-melbourne/20100111-m21m.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to view the actual news article&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, it's been flamin' hot recently, especially hot yesterday when Melbourne's weather went up to 43 degrees! And it's not very good, when you're out and about in the city. So during most of the day, I spent time under air-conditioned areas rather than outside, as it was too hot to stand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have to go now. I'm watching Avatar this afternoon, in 3D too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2648304723584163754-600445952397078825?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/600445952397078825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2010/01/quick-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/600445952397078825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/600445952397078825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2010/01/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i50.tinypic.com/34ouans_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-2659542035409811654</id><published>2009-12-30T18:02:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T18:11:46.671+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sherlock Holmes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 587px; height: 289px;" src="http://i49.tinypic.com/2h81mbk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I mentioned in my last post, I went to see Sherlock Holmes yesterday. And needless to say, it was good. Robert Downey Jr. makes quite a Sherlock Holmes, and along with Jude Law, they make quite a pair. I loved the effects, the humour, the frequent fighting and more so, Sherlock's twisted and ingenious mind. I give it 8/10.&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/2648304723584163754-2659542035409811654?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2659542035409811654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/12/sherlock-holmes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/2659542035409811654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/2659542035409811654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/12/sherlock-holmes.html' title='Sherlock Holmes'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i49.tinypic.com/2h81mbk_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-4899277513158713880</id><published>2009-12-29T13:04:00.012+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T10:00:33.267+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Catch-up</title><content type='html'>Hi there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been off the blogging road for a while now, due to great distractions of having a holiday. So, this might be quite a long post. Actually, I might just keep it short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a few things have happened in the past few weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. My Aunt Alice arrived in Melbourne!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She arrived weeks ago, and we've done &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; much since. She's my aunt/Godmum/phone buddy. We, along with my Mum, went to Apollo Bay for an overnight stay. And it was AWESOME. Not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hey, that's a pretty beach &lt;/span&gt;awesome. More like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OMG, I have never seen anything prettier &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll110/mwlmwl/ApolloBay.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Saw a couple of movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Christmas Carol and Old Dogs recently. Both very good movies, I must say. With Christmas Carol, I didn't expect much from it. I wouldn't call myself an animation film goer, so the only reason I went to see it was Jim Carrey. Once I heard that Jim Carrey was in it, I was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Say no more, we're seeing that. &lt;/span&gt;And it actually turned out to be really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and see Old Dogs on Sunday with my family. It was between Sherlock Holmes and Old Dogs, and we all decided to go for Old Dogs for a few laughs. And for me, it was Seth Green that did it for me. I love Seth Green. As well as Travolta and Robin Williams. But it was mainly Seth Green. Anyway, I couldn't stop laughing, and actually cried at one point. I must say, Robin Williams makes one hell of an actor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I should go now! Taking the bus to go see Sherlock Holmes soon, which shall be awesome!&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/2648304723584163754-4899277513158713880?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4899277513158713880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/12/playing-catch-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/4899277513158713880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/4899277513158713880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/12/playing-catch-up.html' title='Playing Catch-up'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-808846235689104226</id><published>2009-12-11T13:57:00.010+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T14:21:14.944+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Youtube Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These are awesome remakes of my favourite Christmas tunes. Amazing voices, undeniable humour; a very funny take on Christmas. My favourite's the second one. With that one,  skip straight to 0:50 if you just want to listen to the song, and promise me you'll watch till the very end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f5B1iqdmKNk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f5B1iqdmKNk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oC6IPdZ1xtw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oC6IPdZ1xtw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2648304723584163754-808846235689104226?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/808846235689104226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/12/youtube-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/808846235689104226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/808846235689104226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/12/youtube-christmas.html' title='Youtube Christmas'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-7682945493829870182</id><published>2009-12-09T17:03:00.013+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T09:49:52.535+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranormal Activity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.atomicpopcorn.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/paranormal-activity.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who saw Paranormal Activity today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I know, my past few posts has been on movies, but I promise, I won't post another one on a movie for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to see Zombieland. But the ticket lady refused to give us tickets for that, as it was MA+ 15. And well, we're under 15. So she suggested Paranormal Activity. Which, in my opinion, is way less appropriate for us to watch. Not that I mind.  It was awesome, but we promised Sonia that we'd see it with her next week. So seeing this broke our promise, and if you're reading this, Sonia, we're sorry. We'll see it again with you if we have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;STORYLINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paranormal Activity is basically about this girl (Katie) who's been haunted since she was 8. And now the demon is back to haunt her again. So her boyfriend decides to film the whole thing, which is basically the movie. Paranormal Activity was actually a short film (or so I heard), but because it was so good, they decided to make it into a long feature film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;MY VERDICT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the best horror movie. Not even close. The bits in the beginning were boring, but I loved it for the way it was made, homemade. Some people will hate that it's not all blood and gore throughout the whole film, because it's homemade. I'm all for blood and gore, and I liked it.&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/2648304723584163754-7682945493829870182?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7682945493829870182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/12/paranormal-activity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/7682945493829870182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/7682945493829870182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/12/paranormal-activity.html' title='Paranormal Activity'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-6935534001161554973</id><published>2009-12-07T09:46:00.009+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T10:01:34.118+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iu-rLA4POkI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iu-rLA4POkI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful song, a personal favourite of mine.&lt;br /&gt;And I really needed this today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hide every trace of sadness, although a tear maybe ever so near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2648304723584163754-6935534001161554973?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6935534001161554973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/12/smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/6935534001161554973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/6935534001161554973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/12/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-2282118060026896934</id><published>2009-11-21T07:15:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T07:44:57.512+11:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.tinypic.com/2luf4td.png" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch New Moon last night with a couple of friends. And my verdict?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great. It wasn't the best movie of the century. It wasn't the best movie ever. But it was good. I loved the bits between Bella and her father. It could be because I loved the father's character in the first installment all along, and in this one, it really showed his fatherly love for Bella. Which really touched me. And as for Edward and Bella, never been better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The action bits were pretty awesome too. I mean, I'm pretty much one of those I'd-rather-go-see-an-action-flick-a-thousand-times-than-go-see-a-chick-flick type of girl. Considering that the Twilight Saga is not really about the action, but more on romance, Chris Weitz did a pretty darn good job of it.  I really liked how they did New Moon - not so much panning, or awkwardness. In saying that, Twilight was a great adaptation of the book, but after watching it several times, you start to find faults with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'd all enjoy New Moon. To those that expect a full on vampire action film, don't. We all know by now that the Twilight Saga is not about vampires, but forbidden romance. New Moon, in my opinion, was good, and the Twilight fans will really like this one.&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/2648304723584163754-2282118060026896934?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2282118060026896934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-moon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/2282118060026896934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/2282118060026896934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-moon.html' title='New Moon'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i46.tinypic.com/2luf4td_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-8809254507030235141</id><published>2009-11-20T07:41:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T07:55:36.483+11:00</updated><title type='text'>2012 - The End of the World?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hz86TsGx3fc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hz86TsGx3fc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched 2012 on Tuesday. First off, I've gotta say, it was brilliantly done. I mean, we've all seen all 'the end of the world' movies more than we should, and some of them are just poorly done. But with 2012, it felt so real - the explosions, the tsunami - it was as if it was really happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this is all fiction, but it does really make me wonder about the end of the world. You see all these people trying to escape the end of the world, and some of them did, going against nature. I reckon, if it was me, I'd just sit there and watch the world end. Surely, life is not that good, and to live life without your neighbours or loved ones, that wouldn't happen to me. If the world is ending, I'm going down with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this was the best movie I've seen in a long, long time. It was real, it was action-packed, and at the same time, it was fully emotional. I'd recommend anyone to watch it.&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/2648304723584163754-8809254507030235141?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8809254507030235141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/11/2012-end-of-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/8809254507030235141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/8809254507030235141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/11/2012-end-of-world.html' title='2012 - The End of the World?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-8610783412174623339</id><published>2009-11-16T17:06:00.010+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T18:01:40.975+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Isaac</title><content type='html'>I've been really busy lately. I'm having some family (my Aunt Amy, Uncle Alan and Isaac) over at the moment, so naturally, I try to spend as much time as I can with them. Oh, did I mention that part of the family that is over at the moment is my 5-year-old cousin, Isaac?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/SwDzm9qeqVI/AAAAAAAAALc/0t05ogFDwtk/s1600/DSC02639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 231px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/SwDzm9qeqVI/AAAAAAAAALc/0t05ogFDwtk/s320/DSC02639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404587403557906770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, that's him. We look nothing alike, but he's like a little brother to me. As I'm an only child, having him over really does remind me of what I may be missing out on, not having a sibling. I mean, sure, he is really annoying at times (although you can't tell from the photo) and can be such a pain. But at the same time, he is absolutely gorgeous and cute, and the way he says things and acts really does make you forget what a pain he is. And I can be a tough nut to crack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's really the closest thing I've got to a brother, and means so much to me. I love him very much, and I hope as we grow apart, we'll still have some sort of closeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/SwD4Z7FVPII/AAAAAAAAALk/9n2BajI3OyQ/s1600/DSC02648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/SwD4Z7FVPII/AAAAAAAAALk/9n2BajI3OyQ/s400/DSC02648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404592677085068418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2648304723584163754-8610783412174623339?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8610783412174623339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-been-really-busy-lately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/8610783412174623339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/8610783412174623339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-been-really-busy-lately.html' title='Isaac'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/SwDzm9qeqVI/AAAAAAAAALc/0t05ogFDwtk/s72-c/DSC02639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-7431182849538617399</id><published>2009-10-20T17:01:00.010+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:21:28.700+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Never say never</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/St1WB5ptVLI/AAAAAAAAAKE/LfOcxb5IDbw/s1600-h/piano_keys_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/St1WB5ptVLI/AAAAAAAAAKE/LfOcxb5IDbw/s400/piano_keys_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394562519315338418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my piano exam results back. And guess what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;. An &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A. &lt;/span&gt;A, as in the-grade-that-Michelle-would-never-dream-of-getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several phone calls to tell the people of the good news, I'm finally able to share with you guys. Actually, typing this right now, it's still pretty unbelievable to me. Sure, I got an A for music exams before, but it's really not the same when you're doing Grade 6. I expected something better than just Pass, perhaps. But not an A. It never even crossed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I'd like to thank you to those who supported me throughout all this. Also, a big thank you to Carena - thank you for guiding me, and I promise I will get you a big awesome present, even if it means I'll go over my pocket money. Man, I am feeling a surge of a whole lot of emotions in one go. Reality still hasn't sunk in yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and it just occurred to me that I'll be getting a guitar. It was a promise from my dear beloved mum that if I got anything better than a Pass, I'll get a guitar of my choice. Wow. The surprises just keep on comin' my way :-)!&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/2648304723584163754-7431182849538617399?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7431182849538617399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/never-say-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/7431182849538617399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/7431182849538617399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/never-say-never.html' title='Never say never'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/St1WB5ptVLI/AAAAAAAAAKE/LfOcxb5IDbw/s72-c/piano_keys_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-7094920422856000535</id><published>2009-10-19T16:12:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T16:20:23.865+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/Stv0BNUsj0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Z6BHKSljtOc/s1600-h/Thank+You.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/Stv0BNUsj0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Z6BHKSljtOc/s320/Thank+You.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394173280299814722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks to all those who gave me encouragement and support during the days building up to my piano exam last week. Your support means everything. It's great to know that people have my back, as I have theirs. It's times like this that we really know who are the closest to us. So, thank you all, really. I'll make sure you'll be the first to know when I get my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till my next post, I hope that everyone is happy, and living their life to the fullest.&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/2648304723584163754-7094920422856000535?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7094920422856000535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/7094920422856000535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/7094920422856000535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/Stv0BNUsj0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Z6BHKSljtOc/s72-c/Thank+You.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-739578674490925976</id><published>2009-10-13T16:43:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T16:55:07.733+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesomeness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;"When I &lt;em&gt;get sad I stop being sad&lt;/em&gt; and be &lt;em&gt;AWESOME instead&lt;/em&gt;. True story!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;- Barney Stinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A quote that I've been living by for quite a while now. Being sad is no good, even when you can't help it. My advice? Just be awesome instead.&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/2648304723584163754-739578674490925976?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/739578674490925976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/awesomeness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/739578674490925976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/739578674490925976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/awesomeness.html' title='Awesomeness'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-4739835861917034186</id><published>2009-10-08T18:37:00.011+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T21:50:47.350+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Luckiest girl</title><content type='html'>I was looking through photo albums, and found an album full of photos I didn't know about - photos of me and my grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are so many of them. They remind me of so many memories. There is one of me sitting with a few cups of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Teh Tarik'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; (a hot tea-like beverage that is poured back and forth, giving it a bubbly top)&lt;/span&gt;. I remember when my grandpa told me that the people that made them secretly blew bubbles in them, to make them look bubbly, and that they're full of their saliva, so there is no way I'm going to drink that! I used to laugh so hard at that. And there's another one of me and my grandma, that perhaps my grandpa secretly took of little me sliding down the slide, and Grandma holding onto my arm so that I won't fall, when there was really no chance of me falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They are truly the best, and to be their granddaughter, I don't even know if I deserve it. They give me just about everything I need, and sometimes I feel like I don't give them back anything. They would make me feel special, even though I know I'm not. They would cheer me up when I'm sad. The thing is, they never get mad that it makes me feel bad. They are my inspiration. My role models. These are the type of people I need in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sure, I don't share the ongoing nightmares I've been having with them, and sure, I don't tell them what troubles me, mainly for the reason that they don't need to hear it. Hearing my grandparents' voices over the phone every night, it makes me smile like the happiest kid in the world, and everything just goes away. When I mention something about my camera not working, they go and get me a brand new one. They make me feel like I'm the most special thing that ever happened to them. While I know that's not true, but they sure do make me feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why I'm even crying at the moment. Perhaps it's because I feel like the luckiest girl in the world. Perhaps I am.&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/2648304723584163754-4739835861917034186?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4739835861917034186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/luckiest-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/4739835861917034186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/4739835861917034186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/luckiest-girl.html' title='Luckiest girl'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-2116679495670262514</id><published>2009-10-05T17:16:00.011+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T17:31:37.431+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Orange Shovel Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 560px; height: 305px;" src="http://i35.tinypic.com/2gwta9z.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how when you were a kid, you had all these ambitions in mind? I want to build this, I want to make that, I want to be this, I want to be that - you know, the whole phase that all kids go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was the same, except I had a different job in mind. A construction worker. And yes, I know this might sound stupid and silly, but please hear me out. And please do take into consideration that we're talking about a five-and-a-half-year-old kid who knew basically nothing about the world except that the sky was blue (hypothetically speaking), and trees were green (and maybe a little more than that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it all came about when we were driving past a construction site. And all these orange shovel things (okay, so they're called digger shovels, but I bet none of us knew that till I googled it!) were moving here and there, collecting and dumping mud from one point to the other. And it just looked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; cool at the time. Even the sound drew me in. I wanted to be the people that were inside them, controlling the buttons and devices. I secretly envied them more and more every time we passed by the construction sites. So while all the girls were talking about the newest Barbie doll in store, I plotted my plan to get me one of those construction shovel things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you don't want to know how that ended. It actually lasted for quite a while. But it was hard hiding it from everyone, and I did because even for a kid who knows nothing, I knew that no one would understand me. A few long months later, I wanted to be a mushroom, and out went my construction worker dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's a completely different story that I'm just not ready to share right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2648304723584163754-2116679495670262514?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2116679495670262514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/orange-shovel-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/2116679495670262514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/2116679495670262514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/orange-shovel-things.html' title='Orange Shovel Things'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.tinypic.com/2gwta9z_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-2145615451754967589</id><published>2009-10-01T18:24:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T13:00:06.747+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe.</title><content type='html'>I believe that life has a direction. It always does.&lt;br /&gt;We just need time to see where it leads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also believe that every once in a while we need to take a look at ourselves,&lt;br /&gt;and see what we don't want to see.&lt;br /&gt;Because that's the only way we're going to ever improve ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that time does not fix everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I believe that putting others first (within reason) before you and helping them out without any condition is the best thing any human can possibly do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that success should not be based on what you do, but how you do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least,&lt;br /&gt;I believe that family is the best gift you've got. They're the type of people that would never leave you (no matter how horrible you are!) and have always got your back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; believe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2648304723584163754-2145615451754967589?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2145615451754967589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-believe-that-life-has-direction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/2145615451754967589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/2145615451754967589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-believe-that-life-has-direction.html' title='I believe.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-1367296848787337871</id><published>2009-09-30T09:48:00.017+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T23:28:29.070+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Future, oh future.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/343g947.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been wondering about my future lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times at three in the morning where I just lie on my bed,  and wonder about what the future holds for me. I know it's nothing much to go on, since I'm young and there's still so many years ahead of me. Plus I'm not one of those psychics that can read your future just by looking at your palm. Or that guy from Heroes who can stop time and look into the future. I'm none of those. So it doesn't help me, when I'm trying to project my somewhat future. I find that it's much harder when you don't have super-psychic abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it does keep me wondering. What kind of person am I going to be twenty years from now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I going to be one of those middle aged people who never tend to have the tendency to smile or laugh at a joke? &lt;span&gt;(I just personally find it really awkward when I'm on the lift cracking a joke, trying to minimize the awkwardness, and they just never seem to find it funny and give me the whole tight-lipped, long stare as if to say, &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You think you're funny, huh? You teenagers just think you know everything, huh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; Am I going to live life to the full? Or am I going to be one of those people who never seem to have enough and always complain about their job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I can never imagine myself as an adult. And for now, I will just live like a normal teenager, and try to not crack as many jokes as I do with middle aged people. ;)&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/2648304723584163754-1367296848787337871?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1367296848787337871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-wonder-about-future-sometimes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/1367296848787337871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/1367296848787337871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-wonder-about-future-sometimes.html' title='Future, oh future.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i37.tinypic.com/343g947_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-698818818891903619</id><published>2009-09-18T16:23:00.010+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T22:17:02.883+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring on the holidays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;School ended today. You know what that means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BRING ON THE HOLIDAYS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's what I thought, until I realised - I have nothing planned for the holidays! With the exception of going to the &lt;a href="http://www.royalshow.com.au/"&gt;Royal Melbourne Show&lt;/a&gt;, of course. But apart from that, I have nothing planned. Not that I normally have anything planned for the holidays, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the benefit of no homework set for the holidays, I'll probably just laze around and watch the movies that Mum bought us recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Movie marathon anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images-2.redbubble.net/img/art/size:large/view:main/1880191-3-royal-melbourne-show.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Royal Melbourne Show&lt;/span&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/2648304723584163754-698818818891903619?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/698818818891903619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/09/school-ended-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/698818818891903619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/698818818891903619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/09/school-ended-today.html' title='Bring on the holidays!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-1902397761742675158</id><published>2009-09-11T20:39:00.014+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T22:17:31.815+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray, it's Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Thank goodness it's Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I mean, don't get me wrong, the week's been pretty alright. I'm just glad that I've reached the end of the week, that's all. And all you smart people out there, don't you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;dare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; correct me and tell me that Friday's not the last day of the week, and that it's Saturday. If not, I will personally hunt you down and hurt you :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/Sqoxk_-2VwI/AAAAAAAAAJA/EqtcQVkWHlk/s1600-h/Monkeys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/Sqoxk_-2VwI/AAAAAAAAAJA/EqtcQVkWHlk/s400/Monkeys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380167216567572226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Okay, so I can't really hurt you through a computer screen, so the threat that I made right then was so non-threatening. I take it back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Anyway, the house has been really quiet for the past few days. You won't believe how quiet it is without Mum. She's gone to KL and Jakarta for work. In fact, she's gone for a week. So it's just Dad and me. Which is pretty awesome, really. Thinking maybe we could go down to the courts and shoot for a bit. But yeah, I miss mum. Don't really miss her fussing around, but just her company in general.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Oh, and before I go, don't you just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; monkeys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;They say that they're the closest in nature to humans, but I reckon that they're so much more cuter than us humans. And smarter, if I may say so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2648304723584163754-1902397761742675158?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1902397761742675158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/09/thank-goodness-its-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/1902397761742675158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/1902397761742675158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/09/thank-goodness-its-friday.html' title='Hooray, it&apos;s Friday!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/Sqoxk_-2VwI/AAAAAAAAAJA/EqtcQVkWHlk/s72-c/Monkeys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-2068279618456375570</id><published>2009-08-31T17:24:00.014+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T22:19:36.896+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Merdeka Day</title><content type='html'>Now, before I start my usual rant, I'd like to shout out a huge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Merdeka Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;to everyone! Too bad I was stuck with school, and not a day of holiday like everyone else, hypothetically speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched &lt;em&gt;Fighting&lt;/em&gt; with Rach on Saturday. It was between G.I. Joe and Fighting, and we chose Fighting, just cause it's the sort of movie that we dig. It was freaking awesome, I would say! The last fight was just epic. Rachael and I, and I bet everyone else in the theatre were holding their breath, thinking, &lt;em&gt;"Are they going to smash into the window, and fall thirty feet down?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. They didn't, and something inside me told me that, but that was a very small part of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2648304723584163754-2068279618456375570?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2068279618456375570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-of-all-before-i-start-my-usual.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/2068279618456375570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/2068279618456375570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-of-all-before-i-start-my-usual.html' title='Merdeka Day'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-1478034949173596191</id><published>2009-08-21T17:32:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T22:21:17.191+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sunday :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/So5QgWxMOPI/AAAAAAAAAIY/-hAVZvHdMSc/s1600-h/The+Edge.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/So5QgWxMOPI/AAAAAAAAAIY/-hAVZvHdMSc/s400/The+Edge.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372319922297518322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/So5WuQZPsVI/AAAAAAAAAIg/HRibzk25kK0/s1600-h/DSC02157.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's us at the Edge. The Edge is pretty much a transparent box made out of glass that allows you to look 300m off the ground! It is the tallest residential building  in the Southern Hemisphere, I think. Very scary stuff, if you are afraid of heights. But if you're like me, and is alright with heights, you'll love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why the sudden city trip? Those that know me knows that I don't really like the city. Sonia, Mum and I went down to the city on a Sunday to film for our IT project, so we went to all kinds of places, like the Crown Casino, Federation Square, Luna Park and many others. Here are some photos of the many I took that day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/So5WuQZPsVI/AAAAAAAAAIg/HRibzk25kK0/s1600-h/DSC02157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/So5WuQZPsVI/AAAAAAAAAIg/HRibzk25kK0/s400/DSC02157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372326758174404946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/So5X5jVqnvI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Oryntf1Xy9w/s1600-h/DSC02170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/So5X5jVqnvI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Oryntf1Xy9w/s400/DSC02170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372328051749854962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/So5Z-kZtiRI/AAAAAAAAAIw/jHfNTfQ9ZfA/s1600-h/DSC02239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/So5Z-kZtiRI/AAAAAAAAAIw/jHfNTfQ9ZfA/s400/DSC02239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372330336957860114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I spy with my two little eyes, two crazy people sitting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on top&lt;/span&gt; of a bridge, as crazy as they come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/So5b_nBt3bI/AAAAAAAAAI4/_H89qFsDlPE/s1600-h/DSC02201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/So5b_nBt3bI/AAAAAAAAAI4/_H89qFsDlPE/s400/DSC02201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372332553865649586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that pretty much sums up my Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2648304723584163754-1478034949173596191?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1478034949173596191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/08/thats-us-at-edge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/1478034949173596191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/1478034949173596191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/08/thats-us-at-edge.html' title='My Sunday :)'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/So5QgWxMOPI/AAAAAAAAAIY/-hAVZvHdMSc/s72-c/The+Edge.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-1269353343491044731</id><published>2009-08-02T11:33:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T22:22:14.321+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely day, + Beatles Rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/SnUAGVhihMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/20j0Oa1aoh0/s1600-h/The+Beatles.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/SnUAGVhihMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/20j0Oa1aoh0/s400/The+Beatles.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365194639938847938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a beautiful day today. Not sunny, but not too bright - cloudy and misty, just the way I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'll never guess what I'm listening to! The Beatles. Never much a fan of old music, so the Beatles is really the only favourite of mine from the oldies.  Their music is so pure, and just great to listen to. I remembered I had one of their CDS lying around the house, so after tirelessly going through the family's collection, I now find myself listening to the Beatles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning a few new piano pieces recently, and currently learning one of their hits - I'm sure we've all heard of the name, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;. It's such a touching song, with a great warm feel and melody that one just can't resist but feel for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I better go now! Will update later :)&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/2648304723584163754-1269353343491044731?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1269353343491044731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey-there-its-beautiful-day-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/1269353343491044731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/1269353343491044731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey-there-its-beautiful-day-today.html' title='Lovely day, + Beatles Rant'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/SnUAGVhihMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/20j0Oa1aoh0/s72-c/The+Beatles.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-2637125955387803228</id><published>2009-07-28T18:22:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T22:22:31.645+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The whole debate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;harry potter vs. twilight debate :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a long chat with Aunt Alice today, chatted about all kinds of things from Twilight to Harry Potter. I still don't get why people would compare the two series, as they are entirely different from each other. They are both awesome in their own ways. I wasn't actually much of a Harry Potter fan. I mean, have you seen how &lt;em&gt;thick&lt;/em&gt; those books are? As the series moved from book to book, the books just got thicker and thicker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, nowadays, I read books that are about twice the size of a dictionary, but that is not the point. The book came out when I was &lt;em&gt;two&lt;/em&gt;. And even when I was seven, I was still one of those kids buried in an Enid Blyton book. Ha, good times. But when I started reading Harry Potter books, which was not too long ago, I kinda liked it. Sure, I didn't get half of it (as I started reading from the last book to the first), but it was still good. It had that kind of magic that just wovens around you, and won't let go until you're down to the very last word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, moving onto Twilight. I'm sure all the teenagers out there have pretty much said what I'm about to say. So I'm not going to bore you with my endless speech about how great it is. I will admit that it's not as great as Harry Potter in a sense that Stephenie Meyer didn't create a whole new world like JK Rowling did. However, I will stand by my word and say that it is great in a way that it relates to teenagers, minus the vampires. I was immersed with how Stephenie wrote. In some ways, it reminded me of myself, and the people around me.  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and Twilight - both great, but one shouldn't compare the two.&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/2648304723584163754-2637125955387803228?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2637125955387803228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/07/had-long-chat-with-aunt-alice-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/2637125955387803228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/2637125955387803228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/07/had-long-chat-with-aunt-alice-today.html' title='The whole debate!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-7831287463447585726</id><published>2009-07-19T17:32:00.013+10:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T07:14:40.448+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/SmLMtb11wDI/AAAAAAAAAII/fGXE6g8XIbs/s1600-h/Harry%26TheHBP.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 270px; float: left; height: 400px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360071587464069170" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/SmLMtb11wDI/AAAAAAAAAII/fGXE6g8XIbs/s400/Harry%26TheHBP.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saw Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince today. Actually, we had a Harry Potter marathon last night, watching every single HP movie before we saw the new one this morning. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And to those who like to try new things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, V + Mother + Creaming Soda is a great combination. And if you want to take things to a whole new level, add fizzos in. Try it, it's good. &lt;/span&gt;Got me high as a kite :PP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read all the books about a year ago, only started reading 'cause of all the hype the release of the last HP book caused :P So yeah, I, unlike most people, read the series backwards - from the last book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's in it for those that haven't watched it yet? Two words. Bigger and better. Funnier, especially. Ron is fricking hilarious (I have always loved him) - actually, all of them were actually quite hilarious. Loved Dumbledore in this one. To be honest, I had a great dislike for the second Dumbledore in this series because naturally, I fell in love with the first one (who was in the Philosopher's Stone &amp;amp; Chamber of Secrets). But I gotta admit, he did a pretty good job in this one. Pity he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That bit was sad. But it is possibly the best bit of the film. It really showed how close Dumbledore and Harry were. I can watch it over and over again and still feel sad and cry non-stop. Because I am a softie, despite my many non-softie attributes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2648304723584163754-7831287463447585726?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7831287463447585726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/07/watched-harry-potter-6-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/7831287463447585726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/7831287463447585726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/07/watched-harry-potter-6-today.html' title='Harry Potter 5'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/SmLMtb11wDI/AAAAAAAAAII/fGXE6g8XIbs/s72-c/Harry%26TheHBP.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-3079824279122902898</id><published>2009-07-13T15:50:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T22:23:28.148+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Watched &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Proposal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; on Saturday :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 267px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357822765834762418" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/SlrPaycU-LI/AAAAAAAAAIA/tZv8NNBOAtg/s400/The+Proposal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And my verdict?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome, awesome movie. One of the funniest movies I've ever seen. I couldn't stop laughing. Sure, it's cheesy. And sure, it's one of those films where you know exactly what's gonna happen next. But I certainly enjoyed it. Ryan Reynolds was great with his smart-ass lines and Sandra Bullock kept me laughing with her constant Barbie/bossy quips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is not one of a kind, and it will not win a Golden Globe anytime soon, but it is a movie that will sure make you laugh, and possibly cry, for it's funny yet sweet moments!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2648304723584163754-3079824279122902898?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3079824279122902898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/07/watched-proposal-on-saturday-my-verdict.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/3079824279122902898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/3079824279122902898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/07/watched-proposal-on-saturday-my-verdict.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/SlrPaycU-LI/AAAAAAAAAIA/tZv8NNBOAtg/s72-c/The+Proposal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-6648731377901445264</id><published>2009-07-07T14:50:00.012+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T22:24:07.988+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Polaroids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae287/alexaesthetic/Patterns/polaroid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 382px; float: left; height: 431px;" alt="" src="http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae287/alexaesthetic/Patterns/polaroid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i747.photobucket.com/albums/xx115/mangosue/Polaroid.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i592.photobucket.com/albums/tt3/sunshine_chaos/yeaneyahdusif.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;I love polaroid pictures,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;don't you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still remember those polaroids of me as a baby, barely three months old. My grandma holding me in her arms, my grandpa putting me back to bed, or a visitor letting me cuddle up to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was quite a few. When it came out, my mum would spend all her free time arranging them into cute little albums. To this day, I don't even know why she bothered doing such things, but I guess I would do the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, when I get hold of them, I will share them with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2648304723584163754-6648731377901445264?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6648731377901445264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-polaroid-pictures-dont-you-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/6648731377901445264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/6648731377901445264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-polaroid-pictures-dont-you-i.html' title='Polaroids'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae287/alexaesthetic/Patterns/th_polaroid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-2225357374561621728</id><published>2009-06-30T11:29:00.012+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T23:34:19.716+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Donald Duck Shirts</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;School holidays have officially started! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, that was like, four days ago. But that is &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; the point :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Spent yesterday redoing my whole room. Changed the order of things, and pretty much rearranged everything. &lt;em&gt;And you know what I realised?&lt;/em&gt; I'm not a very neat person. Not that I didn't know that already. Even I have to admit that my mum's right in that area. But that's not it. I'm a junk collector. That's the word people use these days. As if I'm a junk collector. I just like to keep things. That you know, I might use someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like those plastic wrapping from the many greeting cards I bought. Yes, I found some of them lying around at the back of the shelves yesterday. But they could become of use, right? Okay, I see y'all shaking your heads. You'll be happy to know that I did chuck them out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or like those Donald Duck shirts which I wore when I was five that unfortunately, don't fit me anymore. Sure, they don't fit me. But they have true value. I mean, one of them actually have different faces of Donald Duck along with the days of the week - Monday to Sunday. &lt;em&gt;That&lt;/em&gt; was the shirt that thought me the days of the week! (Okay, so maybe I had a little bit of help from my kindergarten teacher, but Donald Duck did not yell at me when I had troubles pronouncing Wednesday!) Because of that shirt, I learnt not to say &lt;em&gt;Weee-&lt;/em&gt;nesday. Can you see how I couldn't throw them away?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, shut up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I collect rubbish, what's your point? ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2648304723584163754-2225357374561621728?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2225357374561621728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/06/school-holidays-have-officially-started.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/2225357374561621728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/2225357374561621728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/06/school-holidays-have-officially-started.html' title='Donald Duck Shirts'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-421635263252542177</id><published>2009-06-19T16:50:00.010+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T23:34:46.516+10:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 431px; height: 269px;" src="http://gi0001.photobucket.com/groups/0001/GJMQ9VBBUC/daisy.jpg" width="153" height="205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In everyone's life, there are people who would look out for you, and steer you out of trouble. Maybe, sometimes, &lt;em&gt;into&lt;/em&gt; trouble, but hey, maybe that's why they're special. Ones that make you do things you may not necessarily want to, but it's for your own benefit. Ones that make you do stupid, stupid things. But you do them anyway, cause you love them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be the case, but they're also the ones who would walk on fire for you, no matter how much it hurts. The ones that would be there for you, through and through. The ones that would make you laugh and have their arms ready for you to cry on. The ones that wouldn't ask, &lt;em&gt;"Are you alright?"&lt;/em&gt; when it's not alright. The ones that may not read minds, but know how you're feeling or what you're thinking just by looking at you, or at the sound of your voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And no matter how you look at it, they're the ones that &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; love most.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2648304723584163754-421635263252542177?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/421635263252542177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-everyones-life-there-are-always.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/421635263252542177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/421635263252542177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-everyones-life-there-are-always.html' title='-'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-4561067929590363998</id><published>2009-06-13T20:34:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T23:35:39.420+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/SkbgRSOvQEI/AAAAAAAAAH4/OYNfhoiw3ag/s1600-h/Target+compostable+bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352211794732466242" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 185px; height: 194px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/SkbgRSOvQEI/AAAAAAAAAH4/OYNfhoiw3ag/s400/Target+compostable+bag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just stopping by to update =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite tired right now. Went shopping with Laurina last night. We had a massive pizza, with popcorn and a hell lot of V :) Ended up queuing in Target for a whole 10 minutes. Paid 10c for a - what do they call it? &lt;em&gt;Compostable bag, &lt;/em&gt;that's it. So that we won't use as many plastic bags. Like as if that would help. But hey, I'm all for saving the Earth ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed up till about 11pm watching footy. Probably will tonight too. So what else? School's finishing in about 3 weeks or so, so I'm really pumped about that. Oh, and have been getting a lot of prank calls today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, new changes will be made to this blog in a few weeks. &lt;strong&gt;New stuff :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2648304723584163754-4561067929590363998?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4561067929590363998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-stopping-by-to-update-p-quite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/4561067929590363998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/4561067929590363998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-stopping-by-to-update-p-quite.html' title='Quick Update!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/SkbgRSOvQEI/AAAAAAAAAH4/OYNfhoiw3ag/s72-c/Target+compostable+bag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-2496158280665643067</id><published>2009-06-08T13:15:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T23:39:42.457+10:00</updated><title type='text'>French Open</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/SiyLEFJ6FRI/AAAAAAAAAHw/L12wAzGdEio/s1600-h/French+Open.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344799760001406226" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 200px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/SiyLEFJ6FRI/AAAAAAAAAHw/L12wAzGdEio/s320/French+Open.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stayed up late to watch French Open &lt;strike&gt;last nigh&lt;/strike&gt; till 2am in the morning :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a re-run of the Women's Final between two players of the same country (Russia) - Svetlena Kuznetsova vs Dinara Safina. It wasn't very exciting, as my favourites weren't playing. But it was a good match all the same. Kuznetsova won, but Safina put up a great match, being a finalist and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, to all Federer fans, Roger has officially become the greatest tennis player of all time, winning French Open last night. He has won all grand slams, and is the holder of the most grand slams - along side Pete Sampras, with the massive number of 14 grand slams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all from me - will update soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2648304723584163754-2496158280665643067?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2496158280665643067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-stayed-up-late-to-watch-french-open.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/2496158280665643067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/2496158280665643067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-stayed-up-late-to-watch-french-open.html' title='French Open'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/SiyLEFJ6FRI/AAAAAAAAAHw/L12wAzGdEio/s72-c/French+Open.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-2016855757329617552</id><published>2009-05-29T17:03:00.011+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T07:40:58.542+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Swine Flu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2009/04/26/article-1173263-04AA89B2000005DC-962_468x316.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you may have heard, there has been a recent case of swine flu. It has spread all over the world, including Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are already 61 Melburnians infected with this. While this may not seem like a large number to you, it actually is quite a large number. As swine flu is contagious, it is quickly spreading. They're closing down some schools temporarily here, as students are most likely to get swine flu. There have been reports that even children under 5 years old are infected with swine flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to give my best wishes to the family members to those who have swine flu and of course, to those who have it. And to those who have lost one of their family members because of swine flu, I give my greatest sympathy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2648304723584163754-2016855757329617552?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2016855757329617552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-most-of-you-may-have-heard-swine-flu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/2016855757329617552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/2016855757329617552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-most-of-you-may-have-heard-swine-flu.html' title='Swine Flu'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-1761383530634640329</id><published>2009-05-23T16:03:00.011+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T07:41:27.456+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Time.</title><content type='html'>It's really strange how time passes so quickly when we're busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is, exactly how I've been for the last month or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went on camp with the Rock Eisteddfod team, to help make the costumes for the dancers and performers. Ripping and cutting up the materials, it was all very fun (will upload the photos soon). Jess, Rach and I stayed up till about 2am, chatting and going about random things, and laughing our heads off. Until, well, when the teacher knockedon our door for the gazillionth time. Loll. But I really had a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched 15 Minutes with a few friends, the Year 12 play at school. Loved it. It's one of those plays that isn't spectacular, like Wicked. But it's a feel-good play that will definitely leave you in hysterics, but can also leave you crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Also watched Eurovision for the first time. Thought I'd give it a try. For those that don't know what that is, Eurovision is a singing competition held every year for all European countries to take part in. Pretty awesome. My favourites? Definitely Norway. Being a violinist myself, I admired how well Alexander handled the violin. Apparently he wrote the song too, which was beautiful and catchy. Loved Germany as well. UK wasn't bad either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pick of the day was of course, Ukraine. If I didn't, Sonia'd probably kill me. I did find the performance a bit disappointing compared to the other performances the Ukrainians did in previous years, but I still give props to them as it was, nevertheless, a performance to remember. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2648304723584163754-1761383530634640329?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1761383530634640329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-really-strange-how-time-passes-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/1761383530634640329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/1761383530634640329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-really-strange-how-time-passes-so.html' title='Time.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-7870077729239841851</id><published>2009-04-27T05:36:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T07:42:28.571+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Early post today. Not much of a sleeper. It's one thing I'm not good at. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things have happened in the past weeks - Easter, holidays, movies, birthdays and parties. The birthdays I celebrated were of my closest friends and the people I loved most. It was all very fun. And hectic at the same time. But fun. Watched 17 Again too. It was actually beyond my expectations. The movie has it's moments - the funny jokes and the sweet bits towards the ending. If you're a fan of Zac Efron, I say go for it. And if you're like me, not much of a fan of him, go watch it with your friends anyways. There's no harm in watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also got the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Twilight Movie on DVD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- 2 disc, fully packed with behind the scenes and other special features! Great film, props to Catherine Hardwicke. I've forgotten just how sweet Edward was. Or how pale the Cullens actually are. But they're gorgeous that way.&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/2648304723584163754-7870077729239841851?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7870077729239841851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/04/early-post-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/7870077729239841851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/7870077729239841851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/04/early-post-today.html' title='Early Update!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-3641458620366393464</id><published>2009-04-01T17:28:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T07:51:27.668+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishlist vs. Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“What most people need to learn in life is how to love people and use things instead of using people and loving things.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a baby, I didn’t want much out of life. All I needed was constant milk feeding, sufficient sleep and some toys to play with. I also seek attention, and wanted love and care from people around me, like any other child. But I didn’t anything more than that. Or rather, want. I realized today that as I grew up, I began wanting more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start with, I wanted more toys. I remember at one time, I begged my dad to buy a ‘Tinky-Winky’ (those really cute ones that talk) that costs 100++. As it was the first time I actually wanted something so bad, he bought it for me. You can say he spoiled me, but I guess sometimes parents just have to let go and treat their children. I still have the Tinky-Winky today, lying somewhere in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many other times when I had the urge to have things. But as I grew up, even though I still wanted things, I started to see things with a clearer mind. Not only were some of the things on my wishlist very expensive, I was turning materialistic. Then, it suddenly struck me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at one of the resorts I stayed in, thinking about the good times I had with my family. I had fun colouring and playing with my cousin Isaac, had great laughs chatting with my aunts, turned fat in a matter days with my grandmas’ delicious dishes and cookies and had the best time driving here and there with my grandpa, mum and dad! There were so many good times; you could not possibly recall them in one day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these memories completely wipe out my wishlist. My wishlist is nothing compared to the great experiences I had in Malaysia, with my family. They’re the people that make me the happiest and luckiest girl in the world. Without them, I’m doomed. My wishlist will one day forgotten, but my family and the good times we had? They will always be treasured and remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt that no matter how old I get, I will always be the attention seeker, and always will want love and care from the people around me. It’s the things I want, yes. But they’re also the things that I need, no matter where I am with life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I still want good things. But just not to &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; extent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2648304723584163754-3641458620366393464?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3641458620366393464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/04/as-baby-i-didnt-want-much-out-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/3641458620366393464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/3641458620366393464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/04/as-baby-i-didnt-want-much-out-of-life.html' title='Wishlist vs. Memories'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-7335386525775378031</id><published>2009-03-30T16:52:00.026+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T07:51:50.148+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;saturday 28th march, 830pm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:arial black;font-size:25px;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;EARTH HOUR!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318868766062507042" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 405px; height: 294px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/SdBq9lATdCI/AAAAAAAAAHU/YgYK4mKdIi4/s400/DSC00827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2648304723584163754-7335386525775378031?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7335386525775378031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour-sunday-29th-march-830pm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/7335386525775378031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/7335386525775378031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour-sunday-29th-march-830pm.html' title='Earth Hour'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/SdBq9lATdCI/AAAAAAAAAHU/YgYK4mKdIi4/s72-c/DSC00827.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-8857367372481478163</id><published>2009-03-26T17:56:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T07:52:37.264+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Arguments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've had many projects to do, so haven't had time to blog. I finally got a break today. Days have gone so quick, I didn't even know until two weeks ago that it's my birthday tomorrow. I knew that it's on the 27th March, but it just never occured to me that it was actually coming up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to convince my friends not to get me any presents. But so far, no such luck. I mean, I love them for having the thought of getting me a present, but they really don't have to go to all that trouble &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; to get me a present. But no, not a word I say seem to get into those heads of theirs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our conversation would normally sound like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Friend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Btw, what do you want for your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Nah, you seriously don't need to get me a present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Friend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; But, you always get us presents. I &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to get you a present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Sweetie, I know you love me to bits, and I do too. But you really don't need to. I won't get all mad at you if you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Friend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; No can do. Gonna get you a present whether you like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it goes &lt;strong&gt;on&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;on&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;on&lt;/strong&gt;. I always lose the argument when they remind me of the presents I get them. The thing is, it's different. If I see something nice at the shopping mall, like, let's say, a tank top that I know would look really hot on a friend, I get it. If I see a necklace that would totally suit that black dress that let's say, Laurina got recently, I'd get it for her. It's different, cos I don't actually spend a whole hour looking for a present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fighting a losing battle, aren't I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2648304723584163754-8857367372481478163?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8857367372481478163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-had-many-projects-to-do-so-havent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/8857367372481478163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/8857367372481478163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-had-many-projects-to-do-so-havent.html' title='Birthday Arguments'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-1988611642663852162</id><published>2009-03-03T16:38:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T07:52:59.702+10:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes we know someone for a short time, but their mark lasts a lifetime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foxy forever.&lt;/strong&gt; I'll miss you heaps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2648304723584163754-1988611642663852162?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1988611642663852162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/03/sometimes-we-knw-someone-for-short-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/1988611642663852162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/1988611642663852162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/03/sometimes-we-knw-someone-for-short-time.html' title='-'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-2258641707123000452</id><published>2009-02-16T17:41:00.011+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T07:56:15.099+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today is my stress free day. Not exactly. I still have a bunch of homework to finish. But for today, I have decided that I will ignore it for now, and worry about it later. Like people say, live for the moment. Might call me irresponsible, but hey, give me a break. I have been doing work non stop for days now, and yes, this is including my sleeping hours. Though, I'm not a very good sleeper anyways. &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on now. Oh yes, my vacation in Malaysia. It's been exactly a fortnight since I left Malaysia, but come on, who's counting? Ok, &lt;em&gt;I'm&lt;/em&gt; counting. But can you blame me? I miss my family and friends so much. I never realised how much they affect me till I left the KK airport that day. It's like a piece of me was gone. But it was only gone for a minute. When I looked at the photos of the fun times we had together, it almost made me forget that I was actually leaving them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We went to many places. After I reached in KK for a good 2 days, I went to Sandakan with my grandparents, mum, aunt and my cuz, Isaac. We went to Sepilok, the Agnes Keith House and a few other historic places. Here are a few pics of the many we took:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303292893798356082" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/SZkUyfK0VHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/MDT4CERtuhc/s400/IMG_1700.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303298714740259634" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/SZkaFT3g-zI/AAAAAAAAAFM/gKXtpthP2GA/s400/IMG_1683.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303637664607648434" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/SZpOWyhSOrI/AAAAAAAAAF0/373m4KTg3_A/s400/IMG_1754.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Overall, Sandakan was good fun. I loved taking photos of the orangutans. Wonder why I don't have a pic of them? Well, we had 5 cameras, and it costs RM10 per camera you bring in, so we decided to bring in my grandpa's camera, cos it takes the &lt;strong&gt;BEST&lt;/strong&gt; photos ever. He's developed them, but they haven't been scanned yet. We also visited our relatives, my granduncle and his grandson, who I used to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hotel we stayed in, Sabah Hotel, was amazing! The swimming pool was awesome - what with the small slides and everything. We had interconnected rooms, which meant that my cousin and I could sneak into our grandparents' room and wake them up in the middle of the night. Not that we would do that, of course ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After three days of complete luxury, we went back to KK. Our next trip was very close to home, Kundasang in KK, near Mount Kinabalu during CNY. To get away from all the chaos was good for all of us. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love Chinese New Year. But sometimes it's nice to spend it with your family, instead of going around collecting ang paus, haha. Our time was well spent; we went to Poring for a dip (well, it was only me, lol), went to the Sandakan Rememberance place set up there and many others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303653760670366882" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/SZpc_tBr_KI/AAAAAAAAAGM/oR082C20Sm0/s400/DSC00132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303653764823815906" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/SZpc_8f8luI/AAAAAAAAAGU/RZgfVu3VsGk/s400/DSC00305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303642221952730466" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/SZpSgD9BhWI/AAAAAAAAAGE/BWKM_Ef219I/s400/DSC00240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;During the last few days of our trip, we went to Miri. Most people don't know this, but I lived in Miri since I was born till I was about 4. There, we met many people. As I was less than four, I have no memory of the time I spent there. I didn't know the people that I met there, but yet they know me so well. They are all very nice people, I've gotta say. Eventhough I didn't know them, I had this sense that I once knew them. That I once touched them. That I once hugged them. It was weird, but somehow, I knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;You know what's the best bit? Not meeting the people in Miri, or the good sceneries, but the talking we managed to do. Okay, so I didn't really join the "adult" conversation. But it made me happy, watching my grandpa and my mum so engrossed in their conversation. Four years ago, when I haven't came to Melbourne, I wouldn't treasure such a moment. It would've just been a plain moment. But watching them talk, it almost made me cry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It's little moments like these that mean so much to me. Moments that I have missed over the last four years. Such plain moments that I never got to enjoy since coming to Melbourne. Having said that, it doesn't mean that I'm not happy here. Being in Melbourne has got me to appreciate things that I have never appreciated. And that's a good thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2648304723584163754-2258641707123000452?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2258641707123000452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-is-my-stress-free-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/2258641707123000452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/2258641707123000452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-is-my-stress-free-day.html' title='Little Moments'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/SZkUyfK0VHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/MDT4CERtuhc/s72-c/IMG_1700.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-4658123811979911940</id><published>2009-02-05T16:20:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T07:57:13.451+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy of all joy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m263/k12b2y21/retro.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally able to blog. Reached Melbourne on Tuesday, and returned to school yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You would THINK that since it's only the third day of school, the teacher wouldn't give you so much homework. And you would THINK that there's not much I would miss on the first couple of days. But no, I had a stack of homework to do, and a whole other lot of school work to catch up on! Till today, the situation remains the same. But I'm not complaining, lol. After all, it's school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post the photos later; have to get to work now. Got an English essay to write, a whole bunch of Maths, a Science booklet to finish and a heap of Commerce to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School, what joy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2648304723584163754-4658123811979911940?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4658123811979911940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/finally-able-to-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/4658123811979911940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/4658123811979911940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/finally-able-to-blog.html' title='Joy of all joy.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-4932248643178591942</id><published>2009-01-13T11:28:00.020+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T07:57:37.261+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I live for</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 350px;" src="http://i40.tinypic.com/1z14t3b.jpg" width="718" height="704" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What do you live for?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people live for the weekend, or the parties or something of their interest. Some live for their loved ones. Some live to make the world a better place. As we grow older, our outlook of things change. Our opinions change. Even our purposes in life change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This question made me wonder. You'd think that it was so simple that I needn't rack my brain over it. But the thing is, I couldn't find the right answer. I've lived for nearly 14 years now, and I don't know what I live for. Quite a shame, really. This question just never occured to me. It never occured to me of why I didn't just kill myself years ago, and still wake up to the bright sunlight each day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I found the answer. Life is too precious. But why is life so precious to me? Because life is beautiful. Life is full of wonders. Life is full of surprises. I am too young to have learn all the things there are yet to be learned. I am too young to discover the surprises awaiting me. I am too young to see the beauty in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn and find more knowledge in life. I want to fulfill my goals, to make most of my experiences; whether they're good or bad. I want to discover the surprises, to learn from them and pass my lessons down. Most of all, I live for family and friends, the most important people in my life. Might sound like a cliche, but there is nothing more special than love and friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the things I live for. Things that keep me alive. What are yours?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2648304723584163754-4932248643178591942?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4932248643178591942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-do-you-live-for-some-people-live.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/4932248643178591942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/4932248643178591942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-do-you-live-for-some-people-live.html' title='Things I live for'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/1z14t3b_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-7047913569912303514</id><published>2009-01-11T17:41:00.009+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T07:59:10.954+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are so many things to be excited about. Things that I've been excited about since, well, forever. Since two years ago, when I came back to Melbourne after a vacation in Malaysia. On the plane, I was thinking of when was the next time I was gonna see Malaysia again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia is my home, and will always be. Adults always go on about how I'll forget about Malaysia and start a new life in Australia. That I'll like Australia better. And yes, I have started a new life here. I absolutely love Australia. Just about everything about it draws me in. The weather, the beaches, the school - everything, really. But yet, not enough to make me forget about Malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got on that plane to Melbourne from Malaysia, I made sure that I remembered every single detail of Malaysia. I went through them over and over again, so that I won't ever forget. I am known to be forgetful, but I have not forgotten my happiest and saddest memories. I haven't forgotten anything. Even the exhaust, mind you. I can still recall the smell of the exhaust there. How weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two months ago, I would've told you how excited I was to go back there and bring back those memories. To smell the exhaust of KK again. But now, I can't tell you the same thing. I am still really excited, of course. But this excitement is mixed with stinky fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the type of fear you'll find in a person with a gun inches from his/her head. Nor the type you'll find in a woman who is about to give birth to her baby. This fear is different. I fear that this vacation will come to an end. And it will. I've always heard the saying, "Good things always come to an end." In this case, it's true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just have to accept this fact, and look forward to this vacation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2648304723584163754-7047913569912303514?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7047913569912303514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/01/there-are-so-many-things-to-be-excited.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/7047913569912303514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/7047913569912303514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/01/there-are-so-many-things-to-be-excited.html' title='My home.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-3289097836747641262</id><published>2009-01-07T14:23:00.009+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T08:01:37.942+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was flipping through an old magazine, and saw a bright title staring back at me, &lt;em&gt;"50 Things to do This Summer". &lt;/em&gt;Instead of just having a glance through it and leaving it there, my bored self told me to try out some of the things there. I needed to do something else other than facing this computer screen 24/7.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;CHANGE YOUR HAIRSTYLE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If I had a choice, I probably wouldn't have went for this. But I had to have a haircut sometime during summer anyway, so I made it my first priority. So I went to my hairdresser and had my hair chopped off and layered. The hairdresser chopped my long fringe off, so now I have a renowned short fringe. It's not a bad look, I must say :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;START YOUR OWN BLOG&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here I am, with my own blog! Summer was the perfect opportunity to blog, with all that free time and space. Anyone who knows me knows that rambling is my thing, and well, this blog really was the place to spill all of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;REDECORATE YOUR ROOM&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Redecorating my room was heaps of fun. I changed the positions of everything and bought some new things. I replaced my bed with a new one, bought a new bookshelf and got a heap of other things to fill in the room. Also took off all my posters of celebs (which was hard to do, seeing as they were there for about a year), and replaced my walls with a variety of new posters! Currently working on two paintings to cover my left wall and am considering a plant on my window sill to add a splash of colour to my room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;WRITE A SONG&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I actually worked on a song a long time ago for a school project, but I never actually finished it (and never planned to). While cleaning my room, I found it. So naturally I brought it to the piano and started playing some tunes. I ended up with a completely different song. I'm still working on it, but it's almost finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's basically what I've done this summer. What's next?&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/2648304723584163754-3289097836747641262?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3289097836747641262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-was-flipping-through-old-magazine-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/3289097836747641262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/3289097836747641262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-was-flipping-through-old-magazine-and.html' title='Summer holidays'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-9038893015042155209</id><published>2009-01-02T13:40:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T08:02:00.356+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thoughts on New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's funny how I used to think that a brand new year means a brand new me. I used to think that I would change instantly once January 1st hits. But my thinking was wrong, as there was no truth in that theory. A brand new year's just a brand new year. No brand new start, no brand new you. It's just a new year. What you make of the new year is up to you. You can either pull up your legs and do nothing (like me), or you can make the most of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I normally would do for the New Year is make some resolutions. Sure, I keep up with them for a month or so. But before January even wears out, I've already ditched them. Not intentionally, of course. I cared about my resolutions too much in the first few weeks that I ditched my old activities completely and didn't take into consideration of that. Which is exactly what I'm not supposed to do. I'm supposed to &lt;em&gt;slowly&lt;/em&gt; incorporate my resolutions to my activities, and make room for both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just like growing a flower. You can't grow a flower instantly by pouring a whole bucket of water to its seeds on the first day. It wouldn't grow. You're supposed to water the flower with drips and drips of water, emptying the bucket in months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I'm trying say is that it takes time to build a brand new you and let the resolutions work. Everything takes time. And that is why it's so precious. So let us not waste it, and start putting our resolutions to work, bit by bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2648304723584163754-9038893015042155209?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/9038893015042155209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-funny-how-i-used-to-think-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/9038893015042155209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/9038893015042155209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-funny-how-i-used-to-think-that.html' title='My Thoughts on New Year'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-2281071208736568345</id><published>2008-12-30T14:34:00.015+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T08:03:46.668+10:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Guide</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  align="justify" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I received an email a few days ago. It's a guide for the New Year, and instead of New Year resolutions, it's a guide to making New Year promises. What's the difference between resolutions and promises? I honestly have no idea. Resolutions and promises are pretty similar, aren't they? Both finding a solution to a problem. Both requiring commitment. Anyway, here's the list: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="justify" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  align="justify" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;fieldset&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;legend&gt;&lt;u&gt;Catholic Sabah, 4 Jan 2009&lt;/u&gt; - Promises For the New Year&lt;/legend&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Promise to be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise to make all your friends feel that there is something special about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise to look at the sunny side of everything, and make your optimism come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise to think only of the best, to work only for the best, and to make the best come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise to be just as enthusiastic about the success of others as you are about your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise to forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements of the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise to wear a cheerful expression at all times and give every person you meet you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise to give so much effort to the improvement of yourself that you have no time to criticise others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise to be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear, and too happy to permit the presence of trouble in your life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/fieldset&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's a pretty good list to start with. In such simple words, it describes what a human being needs in the courses of their day. These promises sound easy. Well, they are made to sound easy. But they're not easy at all. It depends on what one's personality and weaknesses are. For example, one may find it very easy to focus on positive things but not smiling at random people at all times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="justify" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I, however, find it very easy to smile at random people. However, I've discovered that my greatest weakness is being strong. Whenever I have a distraction or something negative in mind, it is all I can think about. These negative thoughts make me weak, and leave me confidentless. I was once strong, like everybody else. But certain things made me weak, so I'm going to fix that in 2009. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="justify" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As of today, I promise to be so strong that nothing can disturb my peace of mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2648304723584163754-2281071208736568345?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2281071208736568345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2008/12/catholic-sabah-4-jan-2009-promises-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/2281071208736568345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/2281071208736568345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2008/12/catholic-sabah-4-jan-2009-promises-for.html' title='New Year Guide'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-161447771396939537</id><published>2008-12-29T10:58:00.016+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T07:20:07.410+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Shopping Rush!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You'd think that since it's school holidays, my life would be completely worry-free and I'd be having the time of my life. You'd think. But no, it's the complete opposite. I, for one, have not been worry-free for the past week and am not having the time of my life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh yes, I'm a huge whinger :D I don't normally complain much, but this week has been so hectic. I've been buying last minute Christmas presents for my family and friends for the past week. One word - tiring. You'd think that I was smart enough to bring a list along, so that I know what to buy. I did the exact opposite. It is a miracle I actually finished in the end. &lt;em&gt;Note to Self: Always buy Christmas presents beforehand. And bring a list.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of all that, I managed to squeeze in some time for reading. New Moon, Stephenie Meyer's second book of the 'Twilight' series. I must say that it's not as good as Twilight, and I found that it was too Jacob-centered. I also don't like the fact that her vamps 'sparkle', unlike other vamps, but I can see that she's just trying to put a new vampire figure out there. or make her story a little different. And no, I'm not stereotyping, I'm just saying. I like my vamps dark and non-'sparkly'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'm just reading it as a romantic story, and not associating the whole 'vampire' thing in this. It's pretty good, but I'd choose a James Bond novel over it anyday.&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/2648304723584163754-161447771396939537?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/161447771396939537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2008/12/youd-think-that-since-its-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/161447771396939537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/161447771396939537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2008/12/youd-think-that-since-its-school.html' title='Christmas Shopping Rush!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-2677990066239559598</id><published>2008-12-20T17:34:00.027+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T08:05:19.246+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day with Mum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went on an excursion with Mum today. It was quite fun, really. We went on a tour coach and pretty much visited farms and gardens around Melbourne. I haven't been on a road trip for quite a while, and to see it all again was a refreshing experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To start off our day, we went to a park near Mt Dandenong to feed the birds. There were quite a few breeds - the Galahs, the Australian King Parrots, Crimson Roselles, but my ultimate favourite was the cockatoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281777356505644466" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/SUykhY04fbI/AAAAAAAAADE/ms9TIYzNVOs/s320/IMG_1501.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Don't be fooled by their looks! They were actually quite violent - one of the cockatoos actually pierced me in several parts of my arm! But man, are they cute. Just looking at those beady eyes, and I can forgive them for just about anything. I know I'm pathetic, but aren't they just gorgeous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Next, we visited the &lt;a href="http://www.warratinalavender.com.au/" target="_blank"&gt;Warrantina Lavender Farm&lt;/a&gt;, where they harvest lavenders. There, we met a nice lady called Annemarie. She showed us how they harvest the lavenders - the cutting, the drying and the filtering. It looked quite simple but I doubt that it actually was that simple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281773776356399906" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/SUyhQ_uyWyI/AAAAAAAAAC0/bCXL078v-kM/s320/IMG_1527.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The whole farm was so beautiful. The experts are right, the scent of lavenders definitely keeps you calm. I was soothed even at the sight of the beautiful flowers and antiquties, what with the scent of a farm full of lavenders! Then, it was time to fill some of our hungry stomaches!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We went to a Peach farm, and a tour guy there started showing us around. We were accompanied by this very cute girl and some very adorable dogs! I don't know what is it with dogs, but I just love dogs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281779240072789842" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/SUymPBqSP1I/AAAAAAAAADU/khpVAORR6cA/s320/IMG_1539.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We ate some peaches, nectarines and apricots too. Frankly, I'm not much of a 'fruit' person. But I gotta say, their fruits aren't bad. Fresh from the trees, they were crunchy and quite delicious.  We were also brought to the factory where they package the fruits. The tour guide explained to us how they package the fruits and how they clean them. Believe it or not, to clean the fruits properly, they actually clean them with chlorine! But not to worry, they rinse the fruits with water after that process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;With our stomaches still full, we headed off to the Blue Hills Cherry Farm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282483504318996562" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/SU8mwmbLYFI/AAAAAAAAAD8/iXlQzwjO77k/s320/IMG_1612.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We were given a bucket to fill it with as many cherries as we like. Down at the farm, we were also allowed to eat as much cherries as we want. Mum and I spent some mother and daughter time under a cherry tree and started picking cherries and talking about random things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun time for both of us; it had been far too long since we spent some good time together. It was nice for me. Laughing with my mum, doing the random talk - it was great. I can't wait to spend another day like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2648304723584163754-2677990066239559598?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2677990066239559598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2008/12/went-on-excursion-with-mum-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/2677990066239559598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/2677990066239559598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2008/12/went-on-excursion-with-mum-today.html' title='A Day with Mum'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/SUykhY04fbI/AAAAAAAAADE/ms9TIYzNVOs/s72-c/IMG_1501.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-7832294937883429693</id><published>2008-12-19T12:32:00.009+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T08:09:15.731+10:00</updated><title type='text'>New Phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/SVmOUkJ_34I/AAAAAAAAAE0/q14phz-saTc/s1600-h/IMG_1642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285412121650126722" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/SVmOUkJ_34I/AAAAAAAAAE0/q14phz-saTc/s320/IMG_1642.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Got a new phone for Christmas - the LG Viewty!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been eyeing on this phone for ages, for about a year now. When it first came out, the postpaid plan was $69 per month. I truly loved the phone, but I thought to myself, "Why get it with such an expensive tag when I don't really need that much worth of credit per month?" So I waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last Thursday, the postpaid plan dropped. It was perfect timing! After work yesterday, Mum dropped by a Three Mobile Shop and signed me up for the plan. Stock was running out, and I was lucky enough to get the last one there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I opened the box, I gasped. It was beautiful. It looked exactly like it was in the catalogues - shiny and wonderful. After charging it for just 2 hours, I started playing with it. Still getting used to the touchscreen and its features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2648304723584163754-7832294937883429693?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7832294937883429693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2008/12/got-new-phone-for-christmas-lg-viewty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/7832294937883429693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/7832294937883429693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2008/12/got-new-phone-for-christmas-lg-viewty.html' title='New Phone'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/SVmOUkJ_34I/AAAAAAAAAE0/q14phz-saTc/s72-c/IMG_1642.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-5756705388229499408</id><published>2008-12-17T20:28:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T08:10:36.343+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Another school year, another set of classes.</title><content type='html'>Have also received my classes for next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;SEMESTER 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maths &lt;/em&gt;Year 8 Sequential Top Maths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;English &lt;/em&gt;Year 8 Sequential English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Science &lt;/em&gt;An Introduction to the Sciences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;German &lt;/em&gt;Year 8 Deutsch 1 German A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;IT &lt;/em&gt;Information Technology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Geography &lt;/em&gt;Where in the World?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Commerce&lt;/em&gt; Introduction to Commerce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEMESTER 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;German&lt;/em&gt; Year 8 Deutsch 2 German B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;English&lt;/em&gt; Year 8 Sequential English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Food Technology &lt;/em&gt;Start Cooking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PE&lt;/em&gt; Summer &amp;amp; Winter Sports&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Health&lt;/em&gt; Sex, Drugs &amp;amp; Rock n Roll (gasps!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;IT&lt;/em&gt; Digital Divas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maths &lt;/em&gt;Year 8 Sequential Top Maths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I mean, &lt;em&gt;sex and drugs&lt;/em&gt;? I didn't even pick the subject in the first place! I understand that they couldn't give me all my preferences, but I would go for any other class, just not this. Perhaps something more pleasurable? The only thing worth looking forward to is that Laurina is in the same class. Lol, but apart from that, I'm pretty happy with my other subjects. Getting Top Maths was quite a surprise, and being invited to Digital Divas came as a shock, rather than a surprise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2648304723584163754-5756705388229499408?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5756705388229499408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2008/12/have-also-received-my-classes-for-next.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/5756705388229499408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/5756705388229499408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2008/12/have-also-received-my-classes-for-next.html' title='Another school year, another set of classes.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-3785721930172586191</id><published>2008-12-17T19:03:00.010+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T08:13:31.278+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/SUiydtvyTvI/AAAAAAAAACc/G-DCdrjGf5w/s1600-h/Chadstone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280666786657881842" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 249px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/SUiydtvyTvI/AAAAAAAAACc/G-DCdrjGf5w/s320/Chadstone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last day of school - always a good day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's not really a school day, really. It's activities week, so some of us went to the Chaddy Shopping Centre. Surprisingly, my legs are not cramped or in pain at all - which is quite a miracle. It's been a while since I've been to Chaddy, about a year and a half now. I've forgotten how huge Chadstone was, with basically every single store you can think of. Chain stores, expensive stores (like Peter Alexander) - they really have it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, as we only had about 2 hours, we were not allowed to go to every single store (which I would've wished to do). However, I got through most of my shopping. I got my dad a CD of Shannon Noll that features my dad's favourite song, &lt;em&gt;What About Me&lt;/em&gt; and many of his other hits. As for my buddy, I got him Rage Game - which according to Bianca, is an awesome game to play. I bought myself a few stationaries and an &lt;em&gt;uber&lt;/em&gt;cool new planner for 2009. I'm still waiting for new stocks to come for next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2648304723584163754-3785721930172586191?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3785721930172586191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-day-of-school-always-good-day-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/3785721930172586191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/3785721930172586191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-day-of-school-always-good-day-for.html' title='Last day of school'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NKRTbOeCnfE/SUiydtvyTvI/AAAAAAAAACc/G-DCdrjGf5w/s72-c/Chadstone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-7879389007811327450</id><published>2008-12-16T17:14:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T08:15:01.237+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginning of Oh hi, I'm Michelle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I always love compiling new layouts, but it was quite a challenge creating one for a blog, &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; blog. After hours of designing layouts and trashing them, I settled on this layout. Simple, but nice. At least that's what I think of it, haha. I also would like to give a special mention to &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/teepee1" target="_blank"&gt;Trapac&lt;/a&gt;. I used one of her beautiful photos in my layout. She is a fine photographer, and has kindly shared her excellent collections of work on Flickr. I will make further changes to this layout in the future :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is about random things in my life, my everyday ramblings about the things around us. I will add more features to this blog - will have plenty of time to do that since holidays are starting soon. Please help promote my blog, by linking your own to mine. 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My name is Michelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'd like to start by saying that I'm not perfect. I'm a little weird, and a little idiotic, but at the end of the day, I can be as serious as you need me. I have my issues, I have my problems, but there hasn't gone a single day where I know I'm loved (well, yeah, I've had a few doubts, but we won't go into that!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love soccer. I love the rain. I write weird poems at times, and when I'm somewhat depressive, I write them too. Because I'm the kind of person that can let it all out on one single piece of paper. Music helps too. I've played music ever since I was 4, and I still love it. It's amazing what music can do to people, especially a psychotic one like me (my friends' words, not mine).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess at the end of the day, I just want to be a good person. I'm a strong believer in God, but I'm still working that phase where God is the way of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle x&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/2648304723584163754-8361273425067337475?l=ohimichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8361273425067337475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2007/12/about-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/8361273425067337475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2648304723584163754/posts/default/8361273425067337475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohimichelle.blogspot.com/2007/12/about-me.html' title='About Me'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-lobG7kQXA/TX1nJRjcQ7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/cCe4_34_YDI/s220/114.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2648304723584163754.post-8905532310388993157</id><published>2008-10-02T13:23:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T12:17:34.950+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Guestbook</title><content type='html'>Please leave me a comment on my blog or posts, or just anything in general. 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