<?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-3052106604678328902</id><updated>2012-01-19T08:30:54.874-08:00</updated><category term='mum'/><category term='TGIF'/><category term='presents'/><category term='b-day'/><title type='text'>Life, Hopes &amp; Dreams</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>FenMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368821610454553034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iG5PbWJb7mg/TV8Prp9zkDI/AAAAAAAAADA/4QB3sKEevGI/s220/37666_442003835571_778580571_6143031_5926874_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052106604678328902.post-3612382952844882053</id><published>2011-04-24T07:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T07:24:35.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I know I said that I would be updating on the weird/stupid dreams I’ve had but the truth is I’ve forgotten them now.. Sorrry!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Anyway the next update will be about my adventures in Berlin, Moscow and St.Petersburg but all I’ve got to say now is that the trip was pretty funny and you had to be there to understand the jokes that I will be telling soon.. ;DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;But for now what I have to say is that MY HEART HAS MOVED ON!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;And MY I really hope you will too cause I hurts me more when I see my best friend(s) in pain.. L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052106604678328902-3612382952844882053?l=mich-fenslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3612382952844882053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-know-i-said-that-i-would-be-updating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/3612382952844882053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/3612382952844882053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-know-i-said-that-i-would-be-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>FenMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368821610454553034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iG5PbWJb7mg/TV8Prp9zkDI/AAAAAAAAADA/4QB3sKEevGI/s220/37666_442003835571_778580571_6143031_5926874_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052106604678328902.post-5132367242806128385</id><published>2011-03-05T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T17:07:23.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First week of the new term..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;28&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of Feb&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A day that not to be remember because it was that boring. Boring first day back at school, although the whole day was filled with the joy of having P in all my lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; of March&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Pinch punch first day of the month. This is not the same anymore with my wifeyy here… &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Found out something that was a bit of a shock to me to be honest. After I.T  MY and I was walking behind one of P’s friend, H and knowing me I wanted to know to truth whether of not he actually does like me, so I asked MY to H about it. So then MY was like ‘yeah ok, I’ll go ask H’. She walked to him and said, ‘H, does P like M?’ and his response to her question was, ‘I don’t think so, it was probably just a joke that HMV (a nickname for a guy I really dislike because he bullies me….) made up.’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And then there was me, who was only about 4 steps away laughing and telling MY, ‘I told you it was a joke…..’ But to be honest I didn’t really want to laugh at that. I was actually quite hurt, at that moment I felt like my heart was being ripped out slowly and painfully by him. &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;  And ever since that moment my day has been going down the hill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; of March&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Day 2 after the being told that the guy who liked me is actually joking and worst of all he’s working with my worst enemy. Yep that’s right. H.M.V! :@ Every time I hear that name, it makes me angry. The thing I don’t get is that P doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who would join in this kind of jokes and the fact that there’s a chance of him being that kind of person makes me feel disappointed in him because I feel like he should know better than that. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Anyway just before History, I was talking to another one of P’s friend, W and because I still couldn’t believe that P would joke about that kind of thing so I asked him for his opinion, as in whether he thinks it’s true or false. And he replied saying its probably not true because P is the kind of guy who would just go to school and learn and nothing else. But it still doesn’t help me to figure my question out which is why he would go along with HMV’s joke? Does he think its funny to do that to someone too? Or does it mean he actually does like me? Haih… I’m so confuzzled. :S&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; and the 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of March &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;These 2 days has been quite boring to be honest.. But in both lessons of Chemistry I had in those two days was pretty hilarious because of the conversation that TFF, CI and I had. LOL..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Anyway I will update again soon about the weird dreams that I’ve been having lately… Some are quite funny but some are awkward and some are just plain stupid… So you lot better watch out for the next update.. :P xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052106604678328902-5132367242806128385?l=mich-fenslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5132367242806128385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2011/03/first-week-of-new-term.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/5132367242806128385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/5132367242806128385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2011/03/first-week-of-new-term.html' title='First week of the new term..'/><author><name>FenMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368821610454553034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iG5PbWJb7mg/TV8Prp9zkDI/AAAAAAAAADA/4QB3sKEevGI/s220/37666_442003835571_778580571_6143031_5926874_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052106604678328902.post-7076185675138019067</id><published>2011-02-26T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T17:43:52.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;School starts on Monday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Getting mixed feelings about it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Half of me is excited to go and the other half is reluctant to go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Due to various of reasons but in particular one main reason...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Really wonder what is going to happen next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Apparently MY says she is going to tell P that I like him but I doubt she will remember and will even talk to him..lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;PS/ for those of you who are reading this, am I really that scary to talk to? Or am I easy to talk to? Please do comment, would love to hear your thoughts about it all.. :) x&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/3052106604678328902-7076185675138019067?l=mich-fenslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7076185675138019067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2011/02/school-starts-on-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/7076185675138019067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/7076185675138019067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2011/02/school-starts-on-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>FenMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368821610454553034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iG5PbWJb7mg/TV8Prp9zkDI/AAAAAAAAADA/4QB3sKEevGI/s220/37666_442003835571_778580571_6143031_5926874_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052106604678328902.post-412181438601406784</id><published>2011-02-23T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T16:40:09.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It’s been 5 days since I last saw him and I miss him.  I wonder how he is? I wonder if he’s changed…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;For the past few days every time I see the name P anywhere, I immediately think of him and when I do, I get this funny feeling. Funny feelings in my stomach that makes my body feel ticklish and makes me smile. And to be quiet honest I’ve not known of having that feeling before, not even when I liked B or TFF (nickname for that person).    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;Could he be the one? But aren’t I still too young to have found the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I wonder if he knows he makes me very confuzzled ? (My way of saying confused and puzzled in one word even though they both probably mean the same thing, when putting it in this concept.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Anyway asked my dad if we could hang out the weekend after next and he said yeah that’s fine but not alone obviously so going to ask other people to come. But I don’t know if I have enough courage to do it though. To be honest even if we both like each other I still wouldn’t go out with him because we don’t even know each other that well! I would rather be friends than have a bad relationship. Anyway we will see what happens next. Hopefully it will be a good thing.. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052106604678328902-412181438601406784?l=mich-fenslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/feeds/412181438601406784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-been-5-days-since-i-last-saw-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/412181438601406784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/412181438601406784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-been-5-days-since-i-last-saw-him.html' title=''/><author><name>FenMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368821610454553034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iG5PbWJb7mg/TV8Prp9zkDI/AAAAAAAAADA/4QB3sKEevGI/s220/37666_442003835571_778580571_6143031_5926874_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052106604678328902.post-2890459045186128163</id><published>2011-02-19T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T15:18:42.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I want to &lt;i&gt;hear&lt;/i&gt; the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I want to&lt;i&gt; know&lt;/i&gt; the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I don't care whether it's a sad or happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;All I want to know is if the rumour that's going round is true or false&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So that I can carry on to the next step, whether it's to &lt;i&gt;forget&lt;/i&gt; you or &lt;i&gt;remember&lt;/i&gt; you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;If its false and that you're friends are making it up, I don't think it was very nice. Especially when they are messing with people's feelings and hurt them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So can you please tell me the truth the next time I see you? &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/3052106604678328902-2890459045186128163?l=mich-fenslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2890459045186128163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2011/02/truth.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/2890459045186128163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/2890459045186128163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2011/02/truth.html' title='Truth'/><author><name>FenMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368821610454553034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iG5PbWJb7mg/TV8Prp9zkDI/AAAAAAAAADA/4QB3sKEevGI/s220/37666_442003835571_778580571_6143031_5926874_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052106604678328902.post-4199865260137841223</id><published>2011-02-19T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T11:44:38.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;To be honest I really want to go to prom but none of my friends are going. And if I do go to prom I would be on my own and probably be sitting in a corner looking like and being a loner. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Talking about prom, according to C, P was going to ask me to prom but he didn’t. Anyway he’s too late now because the deadline for paying for prom is on the 25&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of Feb and I won’t be seeing him until the 28&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;..lol… so no chance of going to prom now.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Well I told my parents about the week and about P as well.. Mum was actually going to let me go to prom with him provided that he comes to the house and meet them first..lol.. but at that time I was thinking to myself well that was not going to happen cause I doubt he would want to come and meet my parents..lol.. it would be so embarrassing for me. But just imagine if he actually did come and meet my parents.. It would have been embarrassing but at the same time I know my parents would like him cause he’s really nice, polite and very smart so he can help me study and stop my bad habits, like going on FB everyday..lol.. well anyway I do think my parents would like him. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But I wish my parents was not that protective.. I wish they would just let me have a boyfriend. I think I’m ready to have a boyfriend..lol.. but it would be nice to experience it. And I don’t think P is the kind of guy who would break up with a girl just because of a small thing and I think he would talk it out and see if we can fix the problem. Anyway I will just have to wait til that day comes…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Talking about studying I had a dream about someone tutoring the other day.. Guess who that person who was tutoring me was? Yes.. that’s right it was P! hahah..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Anyway in the dream I was at home talking to my parents about having a tutor to help me revise and study about a subject that I don’t understand and then my stepdad was like ‘well I can help tutor you’ but then I told him I was actually talking about someone else.. you know just to have some quality time with him and to get to know him better. Well anyway my mum was a bit reluctant about it at first but then gave in and said I can ask him over on Saturday to tutor me.. The next scene in my dream was that I was in school talking to P. In the dream I was still shy but manage to ask him anyway. So then I asked him if he can come over to help tutor me and his friend who was next to him was making fun of him..lol. just because I was talking to him and asked him to help me.lol..well anyway he said he would help me and said he would come over on Saturday… I was quite happy in that moment..lol..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The next thing I knew was that I was at home getting ready for him to come and help me study.. then he knocked on the door and I went to open the door for him and well he met my parents and they were quite nice to him and didn’t even try to embarrass me.. lol.. well anyway I put all the revision stuff I need on the dining the table so that my mum knows that we’re not doing any ‘funny business’..hahah.. anyway he was teaching me physics/maths and from the corner of my eye I saw my parents peeking at us, working..lol. after a while, P held my hand and my face went kinda red and then I remembered that my parents was watching so I turned around to see if they were still there.. When I turned to see, there was no one there which made me feel relieved..lol.. then as I turned back round, P’s face was right next to mine and everything was silent, like we were all alone and in a different planet. We started to gaze into each other’s eyes (yes.. it is a bit cheesy but it was like in a movie.. xD ) well anyway he moved his head closer to mine and was about to kiss me.. but then I stopped him.. ^_^&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Well I don’t know what happened net because that was when I woke up…hahah.. was kind of disappointed because I wanted to know the ending for it.. xD&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Well I hope it was a good ending..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Well here’s another dream for you.. but this time it was not my dream.. it was MY’s dream that she had yesterday..lol.. I don’t even know why she was dreaming about me and P..lol.. well anyway in her dream I was apparently going up to P to talk to him even though he was busy playing basketball..lol.. anyhow I went up to tell him that I like him.. MY said that P didn’t say anything but just hugged me after a few seconds of what I told him.. she said that she turned around to look at something else because she didn’t want to be a ‘third wheel’ because she said that we were like in a different world.. this was the part which I thought was quite funny..lol..well anyway she turned around and JR (an ex-crush of hers..) was behind her and he went and gave her a hug all of the sudden..lol.. I thought that bit was quite cute.. ^_^ I think her and JR would make such a good couple.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Well that’s it with dreams..lol.. Dreams are dreams.. they would not come true.. so you can have them but don’t get excited over them because not all of them end in a happy way or even come true for that fact. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Well that’s it for now.. will update you soon if there’s anything interesting going on.. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;PS/ would it be weird if I said I already miss him even though I saw him yesterday? ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052106604678328902-4199865260137841223?l=mich-fenslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4199865260137841223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2011/02/to-be-honest-i-really-want-to-go-to.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/4199865260137841223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/4199865260137841223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2011/02/to-be-honest-i-really-want-to-go-to.html' title=''/><author><name>FenMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368821610454553034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iG5PbWJb7mg/TV8Prp9zkDI/AAAAAAAAADA/4QB3sKEevGI/s220/37666_442003835571_778580571_6143031_5926874_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052106604678328902.post-1252176355094494253</id><published>2011-02-18T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T16:27:31.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Week Starting from 14th of Feb</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;It’s been awhile since I last blogged but I’ve decided that I will only blog if there it’s necessary  for example if there is something going through my mind that I need to get out of my system or something I think is important… So it’s going to start today and if there is any names that need to be said I will use a letter instead of putting their real name, for safety purposes and I don’t really want to name them here…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Monday 14&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; February &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Usually this day is the worst day of my life as I spend it all alone (well relationship wise), well this year I did sort of spent it alone but something weird happened that day. It all started in my Geography lesson when my friend, S turned around and said she knows someone that likes me and apparently that person was also in that same lesson. However I didn’t seem that keen on believing what she said because I have a feeling that she was joking. So I was just playing along and asked her questions about it like, ‘who is it?’, ‘where did you hear it from?’ and all those questions you would usually ask someone. Well I tried guessing who that person she is victimising but she just wouldn’t want to tell me so I just left it as it is. Apparently she got told this fact in maths by someone else who overheard a conversation being said. Well I didn’t pursued on any longer, so I left it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tuesday 15&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Tuesday was quite an interesting day as straight after school I had a driving lesson/ class thing as it was a reward system for students when they have been working really hard and polite to everyone and well basically things like that. I’ve already been nominated 3 times and apparently you were only supposed to do it once or twice. Lol.. oh well..  ;D&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Anyway after the driving, I was waiting for mum to come pick me up, my other friend, M came to talk to me while she waited for her mum to pick her up too. Then she asked if I was going to prom and I said no because no-one of my group of friends are going so I don’t really want to go and stand in a corner looking like a loner, so obviously I’m not going. But then she seemed surprise of me not going and all of a sudden she said she will set me up with someone because she knew someone who likes me.  So then I told her, she wasn’t the only one who knows that someone likes me. I told her S told me but didn’t tell me who it was. She only told me that someone in Maths overheard a conversation that the guy had with his friends. M then told me that it was her that overheard the conversation which happened on Monday morning in biology. Apparently she heard my name being said so she turned around to see what was happening and to find out why my name was being said. Well she said the boys was just talking about something and then one of them asked the guy that apparently likes me, P if he likes me and he didn’t answer. She said they even gave him time to deny and he still didn’t say anything but instead his face went a bit red..lol.. When she told me who it was I was kind of shock because this guy is someone who I would never thought would like me because he is the kind of person who is really smart and well basically good at everything. I don’t think he would like me because I’m not even smart eventho I may be in top set of most things doesn’t mean I’m smart at it or even understand the subject!...So I tried to forget it and pretend like it didn’t happen.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Wednesday 16&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;The whole day I felt really awkward cause P was in all my lessons on that day. I really wanted to forget it but it was quite hard to forget something like that. Well anyway I acted as normal as I could the whole day until the last period, when someone else, C told me the same thing! At that point I got really paranoid because I didn’t know what to believe or what not to believe. During that double period lesson I felt so uncomfortable because everyone that was close to me could hear what that other friend so they were talking about it. Last but not least P was actually in that class and was in my view, which meant that he could see me and I could see him. Then after the first half of the lesson P’s best friend, D was talking to the girl who told me in that lesson something, he then turned, looked at me and then laughed. That made me even more uncomfortable because by then I could feel that my face was burning up and it was becoming quite red. I then had to ask where she heard it from.. Apparently she heard it from him itself from French lesson the day before. She said that they was just talking about prom and she randomly asked everyone on her table who they are going with. P said nobody but then D told him to tell the truth and so he said ‘me’… that made the day even more awkward..lol..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Thursday 17&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;The day, when I found out that almost everyone in my half of the year knows that P likes me.  At first I really don’t believe it but in the end I sort of do.  It was funny how his friends are making fun of him cause he likes a person..lol. this may sound mean but I think it’s a bit cute..lol.. but he’s not the only one that is getting make fun of by their friends, cause my friends are doing the same thing! Lol… anyway we were going out of physics and I was holding the door and he walked past and being polite as he always was he said thank you and his friend who was waiting for him outside went ‘ oh.. P you just talked to your admirer’ ..lol.. I was trying so hard not to laugh at that point..lol.. Then in French we had this little test and was asked to put our stuff at the front of the room to make sure no one cheats, so we did that and I sort of put my stuff a bit away from everybody else’s so that I can get to it quicker when we finished. At the end of the test we were allowed to go as it was the end of the lesson, so I went to get my stuff and only realised at the point that he put his stuff onto of my..lol.. it was quite embarrassing cause he was behind me waiting for me to get my things and I had to move his basketball out the way cause it was on top of my bag I moved it away and the ball rolled backwards and I had to try and stop it, which I manage to do without falling over..lol.. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Friday 18&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Today was an alright day cause everyone forgot about it.. well except me obviously..lol.. Well I tried talking to him today and failed badly because no words wanted to come out my mouth..lol.. ^_^&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;At the end of the day I asked my MY to do me a favour and ask him if he the rumour that everyone is spreading is true but he didn’t want to tell her…lol.. well I was infront of them because MY said that if I was with her, he might not want to answer her so I walked away. But in the end she didn’t even get an answer cause he didn’t want to talk about it..lol.. but while I was waiting for them outside he walked in front and had the cheekiest smile on his face and now I can’t get it out..lol..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;MY and I came to a conclusion that I like him too. Well to be honest I actually liked him before this incident happened because I thought he was a really nice person with a very good personality, which I quite like in a guy. No-one actually knew that I liked him before..lol.. so if MY u are reading this sorry I didn’t tell you.. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;But the problem was that P and I rarely ever talk so I don’t actually know him.. and he don’t actually know me.. except the fact that he and I took exactly the same subjects for GCSE..which I thought is quite funny and embarrassing because he is in almost all my lessons except English, RE, IT and Citizenship.. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Well anyway that’s basically it.. this was what happened to me the whole week. I wonder if he would still like me after the half term holiday, which is only a week…lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;If anyone’s got any suggestions on what to do next please comment and help me…. I would really appreciate your help.. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Thank you in advance…. :) xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052106604678328902-1252176355094494253?l=mich-fenslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1252176355094494253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-week-starting-from-14th-of.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/1252176355094494253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/1252176355094494253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-week-starting-from-14th-of.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Week Starting from 14th of Feb'/><author><name>FenMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368821610454553034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iG5PbWJb7mg/TV8Prp9zkDI/AAAAAAAAADA/4QB3sKEevGI/s220/37666_442003835571_778580571_6143031_5926874_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052106604678328902.post-6077041019926461330</id><published>2010-08-22T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T12:02:57.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why am I always the one getting blame when you in this mood? Is it fun just blaming for things I didn't do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Times like these just makes me hate my life... And always makes me wonder if it's better just to die now then die when I'm older... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So why not.. my life can't get worse than this now.. so why not just take my life away....cause i've had enough of all these crap i'm getting for no reason at all from almost everyone...&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/3052106604678328902-6077041019926461330?l=mich-fenslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6077041019926461330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2010/08/why-am-i-always-one-getting-blame-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/6077041019926461330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/6077041019926461330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2010/08/why-am-i-always-one-getting-blame-when.html' title=''/><author><name>FenMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368821610454553034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iG5PbWJb7mg/TV8Prp9zkDI/AAAAAAAAADA/4QB3sKEevGI/s220/37666_442003835571_778580571_6143031_5926874_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052106604678328902.post-3987122956163416861</id><published>2010-08-01T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T04:51:57.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Did I become invisible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Because I feel like I am..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Everyone ignoring me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Not answering msgs I've sent...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hard work to put things together for ppl to make them happy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nothing happens anymore.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Friends that say we'll keep in touch but don't...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Friends that say I'll miss you when you leave but don't...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Friends that promise we will always be friends no matter what happens don't keep their promise..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why is it that I feel like the world doesn't even know I exist anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why is it that I feel like my world is falling down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why is it that I feel like my life is becoming sadder by the day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why is it that no matter how hard I try to do anything, it never turns out the way I want it to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why does it always go the opposite and turn out horribly wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Am I not good enough to live in this world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If I'm not... Why am I in this world in the first place?&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/3052106604678328902-3987122956163416861?l=mich-fenslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3987122956163416861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2010/08/did-i-become-invisible-because-i-feel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/3987122956163416861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/3987122956163416861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2010/08/did-i-become-invisible-because-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>FenMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368821610454553034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iG5PbWJb7mg/TV8Prp9zkDI/AAAAAAAAADA/4QB3sKEevGI/s220/37666_442003835571_778580571_6143031_5926874_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052106604678328902.post-3144624483291095541</id><published>2010-08-01T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T04:32:51.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>have you ever thought tht maybe i dont want to stay at home all day and night? have thought tht maybe i want to go out with my friends or just going out instead of staying home all the time? do u really think i want to do chores while i can go and hang out with my friends? do u think its fun staying at home with nothing to do? why do u have to make me stay home and not let me go out.. why do u have to make me do all these things? i dont want to do any of these things anymore!!! jst let me go out!!!!!please!!! &lt;div&gt;i would even rather go out and work then stay here..  i jst want to leave this place...i dont want to stay here... i want a holiday full of fun and not jst stay home and do stupid chores!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want out......................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;jst needed to let off steam.. no need to worry.. i'll survive.. like i always do....&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/3052106604678328902-3144624483291095541?l=mich-fenslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3144624483291095541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2010/08/have-you-ever-thought-tht-maybe-i-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/3144624483291095541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/3144624483291095541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2010/08/have-you-ever-thought-tht-maybe-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>FenMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368821610454553034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iG5PbWJb7mg/TV8Prp9zkDI/AAAAAAAAADA/4QB3sKEevGI/s220/37666_442003835571_778580571_6143031_5926874_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052106604678328902.post-4035234848311462775</id><published>2010-06-07T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T12:56:29.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom of words?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Life has its own way for a reason but you have to know how to deal with the reasons it gives you. And choose the right paths for you happiness and the fairytale you dreamed of but be careful of the choices you make because they might cause you your life time filled with regrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Believe that the future world has more good things planned for you even though its giving bad things now.. You've got to believe in it before you want anything to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;People think that hiding away from the truth helps but it doesn't. It actually makes things worse. Better to face the truth now than run away and face it later when it's much worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;div class="UIIntentionalStory_Header"&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Frens.A funny group of ppl.U find some &amp;amp; u lose some.Some share with u the greatest happiest moments, some share the saddest moments, some stay with u when u need them most, some just leave u when u really need them.Forget all the bad tough rough times u've with your frens, remember all the great times u've had with th&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;em &amp;amp; cherish all the moments u will have together in the future and all the time u have left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Sometimes love is difficult with its ups and downs but it has its own way to suprise you. Sometimes loving someone you don't know is just like loving your own celebrity. So give love a try. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Where do I get all these from?!? If these are the advice I give my friends then why can't I use those advice on myself?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I am so confused.. =_=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="POST" action="http://www.facebook.com/ajax/ufi/modify.php" name="add_comment" id="commentable_item_1713378704_112340768811251" class="commentable_item one_row_add_box autoexpand_mode comment_form_112340768811251" ajaxify="1" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052106604678328902-4035234848311462775?l=mich-fenslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4035234848311462775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2010/06/wisdom-of-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/4035234848311462775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/4035234848311462775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2010/06/wisdom-of-words.html' title='Wisdom of words?'/><author><name>FenMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368821610454553034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iG5PbWJb7mg/TV8Prp9zkDI/AAAAAAAAADA/4QB3sKEevGI/s220/37666_442003835571_778580571_6143031_5926874_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052106604678328902.post-9088089735839887968</id><published>2010-05-05T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T14:09:46.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I hate it when you're walking and all of the sudden you feel pairs of eyes just staring at you. When you turn around to look hoping that you're just being paranoid and you see them just staring at you and pointing at you. And walking past near them they just say your name out loud and start talking about you. The worst thing about this is that the people who are talking about you are people who you used to be so close with and you used to share so many secrets with. And now you're just scared that maybe they'll say something that you don't really want them to tell anyone. Now you're just hoping that they didn't say anything and that you can still trust them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's funny how we used to be so close and now we never talk even when we walk past each other we don't say hi. Sometimes I just feel like going up to you all and just talk for awhile but I'm scared. Every time I want to do that I just have that feeling in my stomach and a voice that says maybe this isn't a good idea, maybe I should just wait for a little bit longer. However I will wait a bit longer and see how it turns out then. Maybe then I would have the guts to go up to them or maybe you'll come talk to me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will still keep my hopes up but it won't be long until that hope has gone away and it will never come back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm still the same person as I was before but maybe just a little bit more sensible, I haven't changed that much. Just give me a chance to prove that. I know it probably won't change your mind but atleast I know I gave it a try to become your friend again. We don't have to be best friends and just friends that talk a little bit when they see each other....&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/3052106604678328902-9088089735839887968?l=mich-fenslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/feeds/9088089735839887968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-hate-it-when-youre-walking-and-all-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/9088089735839887968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/9088089735839887968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-hate-it-when-youre-walking-and-all-of.html' title=''/><author><name>FenMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368821610454553034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iG5PbWJb7mg/TV8Prp9zkDI/AAAAAAAAADA/4QB3sKEevGI/s220/37666_442003835571_778580571_6143031_5926874_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052106604678328902.post-8623534596241820512</id><published>2010-05-01T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T14:25:51.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At first I thought it would  be a great idea moving back to England because I've had enough of the half-desert life but I know that I would miss my friends.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Leaving Bahrain was not as hard as I thought it would be. I thought I would cry leaving my friends but I didn't. Its not because I wouldn't miss them, I do miss them so much, everytime going to my lessons here in England I would think of them wishing they were here. But I guess I didn't cry because deep down inside of me I know that I will see them again, maybe not in a few months but in the near future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought coming back to England was going to be fun, seeing all my friends who I was so close once. But now when its actually happening its not that fun. Seeing them again its awkward, they've changed and have grown so much and I thought that most of them wouldn't have remembered me but surprisingly quite a few of them did. I have a quite a few classes with some them and I hang out with one of them everyday, walking to and from school. Some days its walking to and from school with her is quiet its probably because we still not used to each other yet, it has only been 1 week, so not much to expect yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this one week of school it has been strange. First everything is different the school changed with new buildings and new systems. Then everyone changed and is different and still not used to the idea of me being back in England yet. Hopefully it will change soon but personally I don't it will because some of them pretend like they don't know me even though they do remember me. Especially those who used to be soo close with me, but I guess people do change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wish every thing could be the same again just like before I left even if its only for one day. I would be satisfied. But I know it would never be the same again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052106604678328902-8623534596241820512?l=mich-fenslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8623534596241820512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2010/05/at-first-i-thought-it-would-be-great.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/8623534596241820512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/8623534596241820512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2010/05/at-first-i-thought-it-would-be-great.html' title=''/><author><name>FenMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368821610454553034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iG5PbWJb7mg/TV8Prp9zkDI/AAAAAAAAADA/4QB3sKEevGI/s220/37666_442003835571_778580571_6143031_5926874_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052106604678328902.post-1778920024305693993</id><published>2010-02-27T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T11:40:33.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry... y is it tht u keep saying sorry when even its not ur fault? y do u keeping saying sorry? sorry is the word u hear most all of the sudden... is everyone in a sorry mood now or wat?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052106604678328902-1778920024305693993?l=mich-fenslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1778920024305693993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2010/02/sorry.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/1778920024305693993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/1778920024305693993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2010/02/sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>FenMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368821610454553034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iG5PbWJb7mg/TV8Prp9zkDI/AAAAAAAAADA/4QB3sKEevGI/s220/37666_442003835571_778580571_6143031_5926874_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052106604678328902.post-8756318965447223100</id><published>2010-02-04T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T23:26:33.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>y do ppl have to make life so hard? &lt;div&gt;y cant they jst let u do things at ur own pace? at the end of the day u get good results..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;u know ure not the smartest of ppl but u know ure not tht stupid either...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y does life have to be so hard? y cant it be easy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052106604678328902-8756318965447223100?l=mich-fenslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8756318965447223100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2010/02/y-do-ppl-have-to-make-life-so-hard-y.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/8756318965447223100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/8756318965447223100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2010/02/y-do-ppl-have-to-make-life-so-hard-y.html' title=''/><author><name>FenMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368821610454553034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iG5PbWJb7mg/TV8Prp9zkDI/AAAAAAAAADA/4QB3sKEevGI/s220/37666_442003835571_778580571_6143031_5926874_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052106604678328902.post-2410362174793695789</id><published>2010-02-03T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T07:33:23.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its funny how ppl jst assume ure a strong person and nth is always wrong with u...but really u think they're wrong...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its funny how ppl think ure like an old person jst cos u say ure body hurts or have a headache...its actually not tht funny cos tht person it hurting u...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its funny how ppl jst forgets abt u when ure jst next to them...and they turn around and sees u and say 'oh..sorry' and then laugh and hugs u and thinks evrythings ok but actually they're not cos tht person jst hurt u...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its funny how some ppl have to live a lie cos evrytime ure out with sumone, ure pretending to be sumone ure not, for example ure actually hurting inside but when ure around ppl u act like there's nth wrong...and then when ure alone u let it all out..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its funny how u think tht a person is really nice and trustworthy and y tell tht person evrything- secrets but then one day u find out tht, tht person told their fren ur secrets and u can never trust tht person anymore...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its funny how some ppl talk bad abt u when ure jst rite there but they dont notice u there...and when they see u and they look at u and laugh and walks away feeling embarrass... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its funny how some ppl can jst take u for granted and never care abt ur feeling..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its funny how some ppl can jst judge u by how u look...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052106604678328902-2410362174793695789?l=mich-fenslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2410362174793695789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-funny-how-ppl-jst-assume-ure-strong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/2410362174793695789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/2410362174793695789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-funny-how-ppl-jst-assume-ure-strong.html' title=''/><author><name>FenMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368821610454553034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iG5PbWJb7mg/TV8Prp9zkDI/AAAAAAAAADA/4QB3sKEevGI/s220/37666_442003835571_778580571_6143031_5926874_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052106604678328902.post-4023529140878998021</id><published>2009-12-12T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T10:07:43.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EXCITEDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>im sooo excited...jst a few more days!! cant wait...its been soo long since i celebrated xmas in m'sia!! i think its the first time after 6 yrs...lol..&lt;div&gt;anyway i excited to be there and im going to LAM FUNG'S CONCERT!!! cant wait for tht either..taking abt LF had a weird dream yesterday maybe its cos im jst soo excited!lol..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway in the dream i was in HK visiting one of my best fren and she suprised me by taking me to a tv show and watch it LIVE! hahaha....so i went with her, i was soo excited to see who was gonna be in the show..hahaahh...she got the front row tickets which was gd! LOL!! ok so they all came and suddenly i see someone so familiar... yup..uve guessed it rite it was LF!  hahahhahah...then i was telling my fren sumthing abt him and i was sort of pointing at him and he saw me and my fren looking at him..so during the break he came over and meet his fans then he came over to me and started talking to my fren and i...i was soo stunned...he shook my hand and signed my shirt for me! LOL..and he gave us VIP tickets for his concert! hahhahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh my...my dream iss soo weird but funny lol...dhahahh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cant wait to go back to m'sia to celebrate xmas and see LF in concert! hahahah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will definitely keep my blog updated more..but im jst so busy lately with the GCSE preparations...soo much homework! and i cant believe i have homework over the hols...even worst in the summer hols i would definitely get more homework..so unfair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052106604678328902-4023529140878998021?l=mich-fenslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4023529140878998021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2009/12/excitedddddd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/4023529140878998021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/4023529140878998021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2009/12/excitedddddd.html' title='EXCITEDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>FenMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368821610454553034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iG5PbWJb7mg/TV8Prp9zkDI/AAAAAAAAADA/4QB3sKEevGI/s220/37666_442003835571_778580571_6143031_5926874_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052106604678328902.post-3776667706598950927</id><published>2009-09-03T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T11:51:30.205-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TGIF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='b-day'/><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1lguFlPSrWE/SqAN-jHZxBI/AAAAAAAAACI/CjafzZll7HQ/s1600-h/DSC_0454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1lguFlPSrWE/SqAN-jHZxBI/AAAAAAAAACI/CjafzZll7HQ/s320/DSC_0454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377313323309712402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mummy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;!! Hope u enjoy ur day and all ur presents!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Went to T.G.I.F earlier this evening, i know it was early but told the ppl there tht it was mum's b-day so went the dessert came mummy was so shocked tht the workers there came to our table and sang a happy b-day but in their own way! hahahah..mum's face went quite red too! hahahh...afta they left mum slapped my and daddy charles' face and said embarrassing! hhaahahha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tot i took a vid but when i wanted to show mum her reaction i realised tht i didnt press the buttonn hard enough! stupid me!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052106604678328902-3776667706598950927?l=mich-fenslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3776667706598950927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/3776667706598950927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/3776667706598950927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY!'/><author><name>FenMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368821610454553034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iG5PbWJb7mg/TV8Prp9zkDI/AAAAAAAAADA/4QB3sKEevGI/s220/37666_442003835571_778580571_6143031_5926874_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1lguFlPSrWE/SqAN-jHZxBI/AAAAAAAAACI/CjafzZll7HQ/s72-c/DSC_0454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052106604678328902.post-5727515588160700124</id><published>2009-09-02T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T03:38:59.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>M'sia prt 2</title><content type='html'>I have such bad memory! Lol...cant even remember some of the things I did in M’sia...stupid!&lt;br /&gt;But I do remember somethings...lol..&lt;br /&gt;For starters I went to penang for 2 days...went they to pray my grandparents, from both my parents’ side… wished could have stayed there for a few more days den only can eat wat I wanted to eat! Hahahah...penang’s the best place for FOOD! Ahahah...altho I did get to eat a few things I wanted to eat like Pulua Tikus’ hokkien mee, curry mee, char mee hoon, laksa, char kuah teow and ‘coco ph’ng’ (I think thts how u spell it?!?)…&lt;br /&gt; oh and I forgot...the day I went to penang, actually I was lucky to go to penang cos my mum actually forgot to wake me up! Thank god for my sister (Melinda) to remember me before the started to walk out the door! But it was actually really funny! Ahahhah… wat a great feeling to be forgotten! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days before going to penang went to 1U to watch an event with Wan Lik Ming, Lee Choon Keat, Vick Teo and a few others, who I dunno..hahahah…&lt;br /&gt;Den the day I came back was abt 3 am and woke up at I think 11 sumthing den went to 1U! Went to watch Wayne and Pei Jie...they were doing a live show on radio and I think they were doing sum sort of competition...the host asked some ppl there, who were watching them, who was better, Pei Jie or Wayne? But honestly I thought tht they were both really good, thts probably cos I like them both! Hahahah…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same day I had a lot of things to do like buy a blue dress for a party at night den do my hair before the party but by the end of the event I still haven’t found a dress so stayed there till I found one so I didn't have the change to do my hair...ohwell...it doesn't matter anyway, its over…&lt;br /&gt;Later den got ready and went to Shangri-La for the party...the party was quite gd, got to see Iman &amp; Inas…the food was gd but no thanks to my stomach ache I didn't eat much…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally met Alicia this yr! haven't seen her for like 2-3 yrs I think! Woah..thts long...tho it wasn't a long meeting but atleast I get to meet her...and oso I met Kenneth too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot wat happened the next few days but a few days before we left for bahrain...we went to ‘Neway’ a karaoke centre..went they with mum, Melinda, Melanie, meg &amp; jacht… had such a fun time with them...funny story was tht jacht said he didn't wanna sing at all but in the end he sang most of the songs! Hahaah...it was so funny...dunno y but he lept calling my sister, Melinda’s name in a funny way..evrytime think abt it makes me laugh! Hahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and almost forgot one time my sister’s fren, Eric mistook me as my mum and called me auntie...it was hilarious...till the last nite in m’sia I still teased him! Hahah.. This trip back in malaysia didn't get to see Pei Anne...she was busy and I didn't have a car...even if I did have a car I cant drive! Hahah..so stupid la me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052106604678328902-5727515588160700124?l=mich-fenslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5727515588160700124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2009/09/msia-prt-2_02.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/5727515588160700124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/5727515588160700124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2009/09/msia-prt-2_02.html' title='M&apos;sia prt 2'/><author><name>FenMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368821610454553034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iG5PbWJb7mg/TV8Prp9zkDI/AAAAAAAAADA/4QB3sKEevGI/s220/37666_442003835571_778580571_6143031_5926874_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052106604678328902.post-2537985644066598509</id><published>2009-07-22T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:56:32.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First week in M'sia after 1 year....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Day 1 (Sunday 12th)&lt;br /&gt;Arrived on Sunday morning... and on the same night went to Shangri-La hotel to see the URB band…soo long ady dint see them I think it was 2 yrs ago, I last saw them..evrytime come back always miss them…lol…den mum had to give sumthing for aunty Liza so met her there oso saw Alysha and Azreen…stayed there till the end..den went home…came home couldn’t sleep…so used comp…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Day 2 (Monday 13th)&lt;br /&gt;Went to 1U walk around…was soooo tired...came home….was cooking rice den I saw sumone familiar outside the hse with my sis…so went out to see…and I FINALLY met MI SHELLL OON SHUI MEI!!! Hahahah…wow I actually met Mi Shelllll face to face for the first time! Haahah, really glad to meet u!…had dinner den went out to spicy…met another one of my sister’s fren, Jacht…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Day 3 (Tuesday 14th)&lt;br /&gt;Went to the bank den went to KLCC…came home…watched tv...Mi Shell and Ju-Yen came over with along with Jacht…had dinner den went to Waterfront to buy things…came home and played on the Wii…played til soo crazy! Ahhahah…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Day 4 (Wednesday 15th)&lt;br /&gt;Went to Ikea…spent most of the time there…den came home got ready and went to Shangri-La cos it was URB’s last day…went there early so we get a spot there, went there at 8! So early and dint have dinner oso so had dinner there, shared a pizza and club sandwich..stayed till the end of all the sets…we stayed longer so can say gdbye to Sarita, Marlou and Aretha and oso take photos...was abt to go home when all of the sudden my sis couldn’t find her parking ticket…search the whole bag and even the whole car… she was abt to pay the compensation but den found the ticket inside a compartment of a compartment…using a new bag tht day and she dint noe there was an inside compartment…hahahahah…den she kept cursing the bag..hahah…arrived around 2 sumthing was hungry so went to eat with my 2 sisters and Jess..came home around 3 sumthing ady...stayed up for awhile to keep my sis company but den I went to sleep...was soo tired…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Day 5 (Thursday 16th)&lt;br /&gt;Stayed in bed longer today…later den went to 1U to pick my uncles from Singapore, who came down to see my mum and  me…den afta tht walked around 1U while waiting for my mum to come from the klinic…. Went home rest for awhile den went for shabu-shabu at Waterfront…after dinner my sister(Meg)  took me to go see Wayne in OUG Plaza…reached there late…actually when we reached there it was the last song but he wanted to sing a few more songs... recorded the last 3 songs…most of the time he jst kept looking at my camera only…feel sorry for him la, there was not a lot of ppl there, only 3 tables filled, a table with Mi Shelll, my sister and me anotha table got victor and a few ppl…den anotha table with his manager, I think….at the end went to buy his CD…they probably tot I was crazy cos I went they 3 times to buy the CD, once of course for myself and the otha 2 was for my sister and Mi Shelll.... den tht was the end of the day…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Day 6 (Friday 17th)&lt;br /&gt;Was going to go to Pavillion but den I was still tired so I stayed at home since my mum and uncles were going to leave around 11 sumthing and my sister(Mel)  was coming home around 1…but before they left my sister(Meg) came home first…den I forgot wat happened..ahahah…&lt;br /&gt;Day 7 (Saturday 18th)&lt;br /&gt;I really forgot wat happened in da morning but I do noe tht at night we went to Port Klang for seafood dinner....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I guess tht it…wil update soon if sumthing happens and if its interesting…hahaahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052106604678328902-2537985644066598509?l=mich-fenslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2537985644066598509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-week-in-msia-after-1-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/2537985644066598509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/2537985644066598509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-week-in-msia-after-1-year.html' title='First week in M&apos;sia after 1 year....'/><author><name>FenMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368821610454553034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iG5PbWJb7mg/TV8Prp9zkDI/AAAAAAAAADA/4QB3sKEevGI/s220/37666_442003835571_778580571_6143031_5926874_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052106604678328902.post-1266275190825951149</id><published>2009-04-25T12:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T12:54:56.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHEH CHEH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Have a great day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1lguFlPSrWE/SfNqJFdoMXI/AAAAAAAAABY/Fcxqgll4qhU/s1600-h/DSC00257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328719488427241842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1lguFlPSrWE/SfNqJFdoMXI/AAAAAAAAABY/Fcxqgll4qhU/s320/DSC00257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;love from all of us in Bahrain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052106604678328902-1266275190825951149?l=mich-fenslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1266275190825951149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/1266275190825951149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/1266275190825951149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_25.html' title='...'/><author><name>FenMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368821610454553034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iG5PbWJb7mg/TV8Prp9zkDI/AAAAAAAAADA/4QB3sKEevGI/s220/37666_442003835571_778580571_6143031_5926874_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1lguFlPSrWE/SfNqJFdoMXI/AAAAAAAAABY/Fcxqgll4qhU/s72-c/DSC00257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052106604678328902.post-1165402015130230409</id><published>2009-04-24T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T14:24:13.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1lguFlPSrWE/SfItSOUttXI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4QwBNI4KNDA/s1600-h/Oon.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MICHELLE OON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1lguFlPSrWE/SfItSOUttXI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4QwBNI4KNDA/s1600-h/Oon.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope u have a great day AND ur dreams will come true! Remember it will only come true if u believe in it! Take Care!xxoxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1lguFlPSrWE/SfItSOUttXI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4QwBNI4KNDA/s1600-h/Oon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1lguFlPSrWE/SfItSOUttXI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4QwBNI4KNDA/s320/Oon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328371100238591346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sorry ya i noe u want to read abt my hol but i will put it up as soon as i've finished writing it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052106604678328902-1165402015130230409?l=mich-fenslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1165402015130230409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/1165402015130230409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/1165402015130230409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>FenMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368821610454553034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iG5PbWJb7mg/TV8Prp9zkDI/AAAAAAAAADA/4QB3sKEevGI/s220/37666_442003835571_778580571_6143031_5926874_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1lguFlPSrWE/SfItSOUttXI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4QwBNI4KNDA/s72-c/Oon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052106604678328902.post-1242813480600769637</id><published>2009-03-29T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T09:17:37.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>excitment = dissapointment !!!</title><content type='html'>Changing ur mind…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y is it so hard to keep to ur plans?? It doesn't hurt to keep to wat u said u would do den it is to change ur mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets jst say ur best fren (who u’ve been frens with since kindergarten) had invited u go to on hol with her for a special occasion  and u promised her but den a day be4 take off u changes ur mind, it would hurt her... it wouldn't hurt u cos ure not the one who has been looking forward to tht for weeks..and jst imagine tht the special occasion was not so special and it was because they were leaving to go sumwhere else or tht they were gonna die b’cos of some disease tht they have. And she didn't want to tell u cos they tot tht u were gonna be sad... Wat would have done den? Wat if they do die? Wat if they do actually go away and may never come back? Den u would be the one tht had lost a best fren...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jst dislike ppl who does tht… not tht I dnt change my mind but atleast I would give a few weeks/days notice be4 the actual day or a day be4 (not abt story above…)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumtimes I get excited abt things and in the end it will turn out bad and evrytime tht happens I keep telling myself not to get too excited but I jst dnt listen to myself… even my mum has seen me get upset abt these things and a few months ago quite sad and frustrating happened…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been excited to go skiing for months and when all of the sudden the immigration here decided to keep my passport for another few months  and not give me my visa cos my my mum’s ,step-dad’s and i all have different surname..so they wont give it to me not like I didn't have a visa before...so stupid cos we had to do some things over again jst cos they don't approve of it...so I didn't get to go skiing… oso the money got wasted, now trying to see if can get back the money, hopefully we can… cos I feel guilty abt it and not them cos its not their money! If I’ve known they were gonna keep it for like 4/5 months I wouldn't have asked to go… sometimes I feel like they don't even work at all! Not saying tht all of them r like tht..but they should still consider the consequences!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052106604678328902-1242813480600769637?l=mich-fenslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1242813480600769637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/excitment-dissapointment.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/1242813480600769637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/1242813480600769637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/excitment-dissapointment.html' title='excitment = dissapointment !!!'/><author><name>FenMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368821610454553034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iG5PbWJb7mg/TV8Prp9zkDI/AAAAAAAAADA/4QB3sKEevGI/s220/37666_442003835571_778580571_6143031_5926874_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052106604678328902.post-120518732807961584</id><published>2009-02-20T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T11:02:43.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday nite..</title><content type='html'>Today was kinda fun cos i went on msn den later on Michy was on and she said she was with meg, fay and pei jie... den i was like to myself PEI JIE?!? I didnt really believe her (sorry ar mich..) so she put on her webcam and i saw tht she was at Wing’s Cafe with fay and meg and pei jie who was singing..sis said tht he will be dere singing evry Friday..den she video called me so i can listen oso..den we talked an listening...when pei jie was haivng a break i feeling kinda bored so took some pics and played a game....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1lguFlPSrWE/SZ78IuW69eI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qMBO6_4WxZE/s1600-h/lala...jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1lguFlPSrWE/SZ78IuW69eI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qMBO6_4WxZE/s320/lala...jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304954637902345698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michy kept putting her laptop facing the stage so i can oso but sumtimes i was doin sumthing else told her u din need to do but she din wanna listen..hahah..near the nd while i was doing sumthing and the msn thing was open over tht side pei jie saw me and made faces...i din noe any of this until my sister told me..hahah...so i missed tht part...den at the end pei jie came over and talked to me for like 30 secs den gone again..but it was really fun..wish evry friday could be like this..even jst staying at home and all of us, ah cheh, cheh cheh, chi chi, michy and i jst talking on msn in da same convo..we can talk, joke around, laugh and play game oso...jst to pass da time...xxoxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052106604678328902-120518732807961584?l=mich-fenslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/feeds/120518732807961584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-nite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/120518732807961584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/120518732807961584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-nite.html' title='friday nite..'/><author><name>FenMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368821610454553034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iG5PbWJb7mg/TV8Prp9zkDI/AAAAAAAAADA/4QB3sKEevGI/s220/37666_442003835571_778580571_6143031_5926874_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1lguFlPSrWE/SZ78IuW69eI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qMBO6_4WxZE/s72-c/lala...jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052106604678328902.post-501175699950194687</id><published>2009-02-20T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T10:36:22.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wat a week at skl...</title><content type='html'>Wat a longg week it was....in skl it was the YMOG, Young Musician of the Gulf. Where ppl from the gulf come to St.Chris’ to participate...and these ppl need a place to stay so i sign up to host sumone...got a girl, she very nice..so the week goes on...the last 2 days was quite busy and the timing was tight so had to rush...sleep late den wake up 5 in da mornin get ready for skl....  on thurs in my first lesson nearly fell asleep in class...haha but lucky didnt..den at night had to go to the hotel to see the finals of YMOG, where the winners awards how fun and watch them play...i nearly fell asleep, especially on one of the piano pieces...it was so damn slow and boring!!  Even talking abt wanna make me sleep...hahah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052106604678328902-501175699950194687?l=mich-fenslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/feeds/501175699950194687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/wat-week-at-skl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/501175699950194687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/501175699950194687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/wat-week-at-skl.html' title='wat a week at skl...'/><author><name>FenMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368821610454553034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iG5PbWJb7mg/TV8Prp9zkDI/AAAAAAAAADA/4QB3sKEevGI/s220/37666_442003835571_778580571_6143031_5926874_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052106604678328902.post-4617542179844527909</id><published>2009-02-20T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T10:35:14.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, Februray 18,2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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let us interview them...after all tht when we wanted to go back to skl, the bus was so damn late..so we had to wait for it to come...my frens and i talked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1lguFlPSrWE/SZ73EQW72nI/AAAAAAAAAAo/OhshG1PZaxY/s1600-h/DSC01635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1lguFlPSrWE/SZ73EQW72nI/AAAAAAAAAAo/OhshG1PZaxY/s320/DSC01635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304949063571724914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" lang="CY"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; and took pics...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" lang="CY"&gt;Mr.Moncur’s phone run out of battery so he had to use one of ours...he called the skl to tell them and to tell the buses to wait for the ones tht take the bus home...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="CY"&gt;Finally the bus came and mr.moncur was so furious at the bus driver...on the way ride back we played games and talked...phones ringing to tell parents tht they would be late...it was so hectic den we arrived skl had to run back upstairs to get our bags den quickly run back down again to the bus...the ppl on my bus was like ‘we waited for u for like half an hour...’ and it was so embrassing cos we were the only ones tht they wanted for... den on the way back home my bus got stopped by the police cos the bus driver was speeding and oso when the police was jst abt to stopped the bus max and the others were pretended to act suspicious..den after the stop the ppl sitting at the back was being crazy and stupid...but it was really funny cos they opened the window and tried to catch the lorries, cars and flowers...when i got home a little to get ready and go out again..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="CY"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;went to watch the semi final of YMOG..it was quite gd and there was this guy who was singing and he is really good...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052106604678328902-4617542179844527909?l=mich-fenslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4617542179844527909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/wednesday-februray-182009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/4617542179844527909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/4617542179844527909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/wednesday-februray-182009.html' title='Wednesday, Februray 18,2009'/><author><name>FenMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368821610454553034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iG5PbWJb7mg/TV8Prp9zkDI/AAAAAAAAADA/4QB3sKEevGI/s220/37666_442003835571_778580571_6143031_5926874_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1lguFlPSrWE/SZ73EQW72nI/AAAAAAAAAAo/OhshG1PZaxY/s72-c/DSC01635.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052106604678328902.post-6977337941103805570</id><published>2009-02-05T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T11:44:52.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this made me laugh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;About a week or so ago it was my b-day...and the day before my b-day my sisters texted me saying happy b-day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;but 1 text kinda suprised me b'cos one said something like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;'Happy birthday...hope you have a wonderfulday...Don be so naughty...Got bf ady a??......'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; then of course i replied saying thank u...and oso said yh i have a bf how u noe?hahah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while replying to another text, i recieved a sudden phone call...believe it or not it was my sis'...cos they really tot i had a bf...cos of the blog before this...haha...they asked so many times but still they didnt believe me...but it was really funny and it made my day..hahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sis' dont worry if i ever do have a bf u'll all be the first to noe..even u Michy...hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ps/ pls dont get mad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;will update more when i have more time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052106604678328902-6977337941103805570?l=mich-fenslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6977337941103805570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-made-me-laugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/6977337941103805570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/6977337941103805570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-made-me-laugh.html' title='this made me laugh...'/><author><name>FenMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368821610454553034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iG5PbWJb7mg/TV8Prp9zkDI/AAAAAAAAADA/4QB3sKEevGI/s220/37666_442003835571_778580571_6143031_5926874_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052106604678328902.post-5529715539105169504</id><published>2009-01-24T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T10:13:24.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In love...</title><content type='html'>A poem written by Michelle Liew for the ppl who r in love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I'd do anything for him&lt;br /&gt;     Would it be love if I lied or cheated?&lt;br /&gt;     If he ask me to do evil,&lt;br /&gt;      would that be love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To throw away my dreams for love&lt;br /&gt;      Do my dreams include love?&lt;br /&gt;      Can I dream without love?&lt;br /&gt;      Can I love without a dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't live without him&lt;br /&gt;       I lived before I knew him.&lt;br /&gt;       so why not after?&lt;br /&gt;       Do I live for love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd die for him&lt;br /&gt;      Would &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;       Or would I just be miserable?&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/3052106604678328902-5529715539105169504?l=mich-fenslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5529715539105169504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/5529715539105169504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/5529715539105169504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-love.html' title='In love...'/><author><name>FenMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368821610454553034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iG5PbWJb7mg/TV8Prp9zkDI/AAAAAAAAADA/4QB3sKEevGI/s220/37666_442003835571_778580571_6143031_5926874_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052106604678328902.post-2511883052181535193</id><published>2009-01-11T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T08:20:56.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO FAST!</title><content type='html'>the past few months have gone by so fast tht half my life is such a blur to me...all i can remember was tht since i was 8 i've been living with my mum in UK and now im living in Bahrain...been going to m'sia for summer hols..meet new frens..met up with some long lost frens...pretty  much abt it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now skl...i jst cant believe tht by the end of the month i would choosing my subjects for GCSE... i dunt even noe wat im gonna take yet..the lat time i checked i was new to this skl and now im getting ready for GCSE... wat am i gonna take?!? SOMEONE PLS HELP ME CHOOSE...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052106604678328902-2511883052181535193?l=mich-fenslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2511883052181535193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-fast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/2511883052181535193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052106604678328902/posts/default/2511883052181535193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mich-fenslife.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-fast.html' title='SO FAST!'/><author><name>FenMich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00368821610454553034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iG5PbWJb7mg/TV8Prp9zkDI/AAAAAAAAADA/4QB3sKEevGI/s220/37666_442003835571_778580571_6143031_5926874_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
