<?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-29543301</id><updated>2012-02-22T00:36:13.638+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Look into my eyes.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15050773417575612031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZF5ZlwFiTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-ozdx-kTAmo/S220/IMG_4445.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29543301.post-3587540595614835058</id><published>2009-04-27T22:36:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:58:25.485+10:00</updated><title type='text'>So much for.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;STUDYING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea I kinda promised myself I would actually do as much as I can over the Easter break to keep up with the growing stack of notes I have. But as expected, to not THAT much of a surprise, I failed to keep that promise to myself. *bleargh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 week Easter break swooshed by, just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just starting to get used to the holiday lifestyle:&lt;br /&gt;Waking up when the sun has already risen, and not when it's still DARK, going out for nice breakfasts, and basking in the sun, sipping mocha and catching up with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's back to waking up before the sun rises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows, enough with the fretting and the complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About easter break: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Supeeeerb.&lt;/span&gt; Well deserved too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of my break? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Torquay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeaps, it's one of Victoria's Surfing Cities :D Didn't come across way too many surfer dudes, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 20 over people on the trip, with a 4 (and then 5) car convoy. All packed into a house close enough to the beach. Great place. We had a jacuzzi, a bbq patio, even foosball and air hockey tables!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SfWpvmtm07I/AAAAAAAAAPM/p9HvxU6fNLc/s1600-h/foosball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SfWpvmtm07I/AAAAAAAAAPM/p9HvxU6fNLc/s320/foosball.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329352369373631410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The girls at the foosball table. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SfWp8v2krxI/AAAAAAAAAPk/mgYKpLId-M0/s1600-h/mess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SfWp8v2krxI/AAAAAAAAAPk/mgYKpLId-M0/s320/mess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329352595165458194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The BBQ mess :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SfWp_-0x28I/AAAAAAAAAPs/6H3LQV2qf7E/s1600-h/out+to+sea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SfWp_-0x28I/AAAAAAAAAPs/6H3LQV2qf7E/s320/out+to+sea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329352650724072386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Heading out to conquer the waves!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(or be conquered)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SfWp1xKH-jI/AAAAAAAAAPU/T3Qye1kXokI/s1600-h/girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SfWp1xKH-jI/AAAAAAAAAPU/T3Qye1kXokI/s320/girls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329352475256814130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SfWp5YjjDaI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Xz9jD5ohkBU/s1600-h/group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SfWp5YjjDaI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Xz9jD5ohkBU/s320/group.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329352537372036514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ALL OF US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A little tired to post up more photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had pathology test today and had just about 10 hours of sleep in total for the past 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing was, I didn't even spend my waking hours studying for the quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With just a few more weeks till exams, the amount of notes I have seems &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;OVERWHELMING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29543301-3587540595614835058?l=kelenephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/3587540595614835058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29543301&amp;postID=3587540595614835058' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/3587540595614835058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/3587540595614835058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-much-for.html' title='So much for.......'/><author><name>kelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15050773417575612031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZF5ZlwFiTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-ozdx-kTAmo/S220/IMG_4445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SfWpvmtm07I/AAAAAAAAAPM/p9HvxU6fNLc/s72-c/foosball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29543301.post-6079979724877084223</id><published>2009-04-06T08:50:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T08:52:18.358+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Break!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally, the well deserved two week break is here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Yippppppieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But actually, so what? I need to be spending time studying anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29543301-6079979724877084223?l=kelenephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/6079979724877084223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29543301&amp;postID=6079979724877084223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/6079979724877084223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/6079979724877084223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-break.html' title='Easter Break!'/><author><name>kelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15050773417575612031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZF5ZlwFiTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-ozdx-kTAmo/S220/IMG_4445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29543301.post-7230375746543792122</id><published>2009-03-29T22:17:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:44:57.558+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A bloody butt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/Sc9bSyquJ-I/AAAAAAAAAO8/3IGHyjRt3hw/s1600-h/blood.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/Sc9bSyquJ-I/AAAAAAAAAO8/3IGHyjRt3hw/s320/blood.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318570063344576482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, im the proud owner of the right butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT are you thinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;horse blood&lt;/span&gt; while doing some farrier work on a dead horse's limb and ended up with a bloody butt. Yea and so i thought it's okay anyways since I was wearing my overalls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, as the day went on, and overalls off, I walked around happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then someone approached me, and tapped me over the shoulder. And then my friend whispered to me,"Hey...er...Kelene, you know...er...your pants...has blood. Hmm...do you have...er..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I turned my head around to glance at my butt and to my horror, my jeans has blood on it!!!&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my message is simply : When you see a girl walking around with stains of blood on her pants just at the butt, think again. It might just be HORSE blood Ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least, it was in my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassment. =(&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bloody butts aside, I finally had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;a WHOLE saturday spent outdoors.&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I found out that my Pathology quiz was cancelled so I cancelled all studying plans for the weekend. WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, I paid respects to a friend's dad. The memorial park was very beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was indeed tranquil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/Sc9ecZjFmvI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Ds5v8UODtgg/s1600-h/IMG_3779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/Sc9ecZjFmvI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Ds5v8UODtgg/s320/IMG_3779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318573526935247602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And then I went for a yummy roast duck rice lunch followed by a great Japanese dinner.&lt;br /&gt;(yes I do realised I need to exercise all easter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night didn't end there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for Gelati next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then a visit to a jazz bar. Coincidentally, met a friend who'll be heading back to Singapore for good.&lt;br /&gt; Awww it's goodbyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, then we played cards till nearly 2am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile since I enjoyed my weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29543301-7230375746543792122?l=kelenephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/7230375746543792122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29543301&amp;postID=7230375746543792122' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/7230375746543792122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/7230375746543792122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/2009/03/bloody-butt.html' title='A bloody butt.'/><author><name>kelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15050773417575612031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZF5ZlwFiTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-ozdx-kTAmo/S220/IMG_4445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/Sc9bSyquJ-I/AAAAAAAAAO8/3IGHyjRt3hw/s72-c/blood.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29543301.post-3051236501288140255</id><published>2009-03-17T19:25:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T19:35:50.415+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Loss.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;So tell me, how do you deal with loss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrowful music?...?!?&lt;br /&gt;Go out and have fun with a bunch of people?&lt;br /&gt;Talk to a friend?&lt;br /&gt;Drown yourself in alcohol?&lt;br /&gt;Thinking happy thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;Don't think?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;End your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to deal with when you no longer have your loved one by your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More importantly, how do you help someone cope with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can you say?&lt;br /&gt;You can't tell them it's going to be okay when you're not sure it will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm helpless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29543301-3051236501288140255?l=kelenephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/3051236501288140255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29543301&amp;postID=3051236501288140255' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/3051236501288140255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/3051236501288140255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/2009/03/loss.html' title='Loss.'/><author><name>kelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15050773417575612031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZF5ZlwFiTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-ozdx-kTAmo/S220/IMG_4445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29543301.post-2670965499541554110</id><published>2009-03-11T21:24:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:04:47.379+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A day with Houdini.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SbeVNaOxhgI/AAAAAAAAAOc/caoWOHWk3wg/s1600-h/IMG_3669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SbeVNaOxhgI/AAAAAAAAAOc/caoWOHWk3wg/s320/IMG_3669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311878343118915074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last Saturday was great. I so needed a day away from everything, away from school! I can't believe we're in Week 5 already and there's already so much to study, I'm drowning. Anyways, we went horse riding last Saturday, rewarding ourselves after completing a month of classes this semester. That's me up there with Houdini. He's a great horse, a tad bit sensitive when it comes to my kicking, doesn't take much for me to make him trot from a walk. I wish I could ride every week :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SbeU1MNOqZI/AAAAAAAAAOU/FCaFJlCcIKQ/s1600-h/IMG_3677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SbeU1MNOqZI/AAAAAAAAAOU/FCaFJlCcIKQ/s320/IMG_3677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311877927037479314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A group photo by the beach.&lt;br /&gt;Note the cuteness of the smaller horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited when they allowed us to canter this time. I am better at the trot now compared to the other time I was there. I guess experience is a good thing. At least I am rising to the trot properly now and not bouncing all over the horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so yea, they asked if we wanted to canter and I was thinking, "Yea why not let's do it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the tip the facilitator gave us on cantering?&lt;br /&gt;"Ride as though you're trying to keep a 100 dollar note between your butt and the saddle"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that's helpful. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;I was about to be thrown off during the canter. Also, I was busy laughing at Daryl who was riding in front of me. It's a funny sight when someone tries to hang on to dear life as a horse canters and gallops away. Especially when you have the rear view of that person. :D It was priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we left the horse riding for lunch at the vineyard. And of course, for sipping pink moscato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SbeYDZgwAPI/AAAAAAAAAOk/_Dl8obwMT7k/s1600-h/IMG_5283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SbeYDZgwAPI/AAAAAAAAAOk/_Dl8obwMT7k/s320/IMG_5283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311881469662068978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We weren't the only ones who knew how to enjoy life, as you can see...&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wish you lived the life of a cat sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, off we went to Peninsula Hot Springs.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, the public bath was full till 2 and a half hours later so we went to the beach to kill time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an idea of what we ended up doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SbeZTfgeBSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Bp_XyPDODnQ/s1600-h/IMG_5311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SbeZTfgeBSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Bp_XyPDODnQ/s320/IMG_5311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311882845661037858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The view was beauuuuutiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SbeZ-T5njlI/AAAAAAAAAO0/D-Nl9igLoZg/s1600-h/IMG_5294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SbeZ-T5njlI/AAAAAAAAAO0/D-Nl9igLoZg/s320/IMG_5294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311883581279669842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh-So-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Breathtaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And so we headed to the hot springs for a nice dip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then ended the night with the best congee for dinner/supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna live like this foreverrrrrrrrrrrrrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*continues to scramble lecture notes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SbeZ-T5njlI/AAAAAAAAAO0/D-Nl9igLoZg/s1600-h/IMG_5294.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29543301-2670965499541554110?l=kelenephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/2670965499541554110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29543301&amp;postID=2670965499541554110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/2670965499541554110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/2670965499541554110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-with-houdini.html' title='A day with Houdini.'/><author><name>kelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15050773417575612031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZF5ZlwFiTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-ozdx-kTAmo/S220/IMG_4445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SbeVNaOxhgI/AAAAAAAAAOc/caoWOHWk3wg/s72-c/IMG_3669.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29543301.post-4832936743372698110</id><published>2009-03-05T19:23:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T19:35:42.403+11:00</updated><title type='text'>In the name of Surgery.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mummy dearest will be having a surgery back in Penang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly hope all goes well and you'll come to visit me here soon!&lt;br /&gt;Missing you already, mum. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on the same morning my mum is undergoing surgery,&lt;br /&gt;I will be here at the vet campus doing a surgery practical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;I will be an &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;anaesthetist &lt;/span&gt;tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scrubs, check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stethoscope, check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Short nails, check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clean shoes? Check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scissors, check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pen, check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pen light??? I don't have one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dog lead, I'll get one from the kennel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A watch with second hand, check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I'm ready to go!&lt;br /&gt;(Well, not really... I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; have these chunks of notes to read on drugs, anaesthetic equipment, surgery preps....etc.etc...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I hope all goes well with the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;THE PRESSURE IS ON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29543301-4832936743372698110?l=kelenephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/4832936743372698110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29543301&amp;postID=4832936743372698110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/4832936743372698110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/4832936743372698110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-name-of-surgery.html' title='In the name of Surgery.'/><author><name>kelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15050773417575612031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZF5ZlwFiTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-ozdx-kTAmo/S220/IMG_4445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29543301.post-2246939164996826583</id><published>2009-03-02T21:36:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:02:31.204+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A cat with 27 lives?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/Sau3h_qqLDI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ORm-QmGMiCo/s1600-h/cat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/Sau3h_qqLDI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ORm-QmGMiCo/s320/cat.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308538380440185906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Cat shot 27 times - and lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="date-author"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ben Blomfield, Monday, March 2, 2009 © The Cairns Post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"THE relentless torture of a pet cat that was shot 27 times at point-blank range in the head and neck with an air rifle has outraged animal welfare authorities."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For the full story, you can go to http://www.cairns.com.au/article/2009/03/02/31331_local-news.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, firstly...What's wrong with those people?&lt;br /&gt;The pure cruelty shown to animals these days still leaves me dumbfounded and in total....AMAZEMENT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people just wish to remain oblivious to the fact that animals, like human beings,&lt;br /&gt;have feelings and they deserve to be treated with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOME.&lt;/span&gt; I'm not even asking for much here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad this cat survived and I hope those heartless $%#$! are put behind bars!! ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be a little uplifting that this cat survived the tragic ordeal,&lt;br /&gt;but it breaks my heart totally to see another not as lucky.&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="article-publish"&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kitten's back broken, stomped on by teenagers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p class="published-date"&gt;March 02, 2009 11:45am&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;                         &lt;!-- Split page --&gt;               &lt;!-- Lead Content Panel --&gt;                            &lt;p class="standfirst"&gt;&lt;strong style="display: block;"&gt;"POLICE have been shocked by the callous murder of a kitten at Deception Bay north of Brisbane."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; "About 10pm yesterday a four-month-old kitten was taken for its owner's property in Airlie Avenue by two youths, aged about 17 and 14." &lt;p&gt;"Police have alleged one of the youths then&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; used a stick or a branch to hit the cat, breaking its back.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"As it lay crying in a driveway, the other teenager returned and&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; stomped on its head to kill it.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"The animal's body was then thrown into another yard, where it was found by police and the distraught owners last night."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm left speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No words can describe my feelings right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29543301-2246939164996826583?l=kelenephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/2246939164996826583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29543301&amp;postID=2246939164996826583' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/2246939164996826583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/2246939164996826583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/2009/03/cat-with-27-lives.html' title='A cat with 27 lives?'/><author><name>kelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15050773417575612031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZF5ZlwFiTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-ozdx-kTAmo/S220/IMG_4445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/Sau3h_qqLDI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ORm-QmGMiCo/s72-c/cat.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29543301.post-3980036446895464034</id><published>2009-03-01T19:44:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T19:58:06.066+11:00</updated><title type='text'>What? Say that again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;SO......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I got a Hyundai meanwhile as a rental car while my love, Mazda 3 is alone in some service center in Airport West.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Don't worry, you will get refunded for the rental of the car. You'll just be poor for awhile. And then we'll reimburse everything. Do not worry, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;just provide the invoice &lt;/span&gt;and everything will be taken care of..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Well, at least that was what that guy at the car insurance company made me believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And so, today I called up the company again, wanting to know how I should go about getting a refund on the rental car and what documents to provide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I'm sorry, please understand that we &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;do not guarantee&lt;/span&gt; that the payment for the rental car will be refunded to you. &lt;/span&gt;It depends on the application you provide, and on the willingness of the insurance company of the truck driver who is at fault, to refund you the payment. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;You need to provide the invoice, a written explanation on why you depended on a car to get to work/class. We also need a letter from your employer/lecturer as prove.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Er......but this wasn't what I was told the other day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, whoever that was who spoke to you that day did not make it clear. I apologize."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..........."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU APOLOGIZE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! This is hundreds of dollars we're talking about here. You can't just say SORRY!&lt;br /&gt;The incompetence of these people really just drive me up the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have more things to settle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am returning the rental car &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TomorroW! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29543301-3980036446895464034?l=kelenephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/3980036446895464034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29543301&amp;postID=3980036446895464034' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/3980036446895464034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/3980036446895464034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-say-that-again.html' title='What? Say that again?'/><author><name>kelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15050773417575612031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZF5ZlwFiTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-ozdx-kTAmo/S220/IMG_4445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29543301.post-7673994393784615873</id><published>2009-02-28T21:38:00.009+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T23:20:27.428+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Who said horses don't swim?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SakjmKWLfYI/AAAAAAAAANc/k8Ik2cvoRkc/s1600-h/IMG_7219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SakjmKWLfYI/AAAAAAAAANc/k8Ik2cvoRkc/s320/IMG_7219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307812774352223618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Yay! We're going horse riding this coming Saturday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I can't wait although the other time I went, I came back with a sore butt and back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SakoEdV9N7I/AAAAAAAAAN0/w2Kkoe_bKJM/s1600-h/IMG_3145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SakoEdV9N7I/AAAAAAAAAN0/w2Kkoe_bKJM/s320/IMG_3145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307817692894148530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Looking oh-so-glam.&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, that's a shower cap we're wearing under the helmet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/Sako-vxqnNI/AAAAAAAAAN8/IiiV5gcQurQ/s1600-h/IMG_3155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/Sako-vxqnNI/AAAAAAAAAN8/IiiV5gcQurQ/s320/IMG_3155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307818694274620626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Before getting on the horses during riding last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows... I hope riding this time around would be great! And I hope my saddle no longer slips to one side, almost killing me, like how it was last year. When my horse cantered for 2 seconds, I was hanging on to dear life. *meh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Going horse riding reminds me of my short stint at the Penang Turf Club and the beautiful mornings where I would stand watching the horses gallop before sunrise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I loved it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SakiABRTveI/AAAAAAAAANU/Zj1BJjcMebQ/s1600-h/IMG_7182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SakiABRTveI/AAAAAAAAANU/Zj1BJjcMebQ/s320/IMG_7182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307811019569216994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Horsey feeling refreshed after a swim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SaklMCnafxI/AAAAAAAAANk/_I_f5Xy4uzY/s1600-h/IMG_7228.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/_MNHrREoyrvo/SaklMCnafxI/AAAAAAAAANk/_I_f5Xy4uzY/s320/IMG_7228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307814524623683346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These racehorses were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;magniifiicent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note the double "i".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are really such beauties. I just love thoroughbreds.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;On another random note, some people I know are feeling rather depressed recently.&lt;br /&gt;Too much thoughts of loss, regrets and pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess all these negative thoughts have made them forget about all the things they have and the people around them that they should be thankful for in life. Maybe it's better to focus on those loved ones and things once in awhile, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like things have always been great for me. But it doesn't hurt to try looking on the bright side of things. That is one thing I have learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to all you feeling the blues lately,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't worry, be happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;PS. My dear car who's in the hands of strangers in the car hospital, I miss you!&lt;br /&gt;Get Well Soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29543301-7673994393784615873?l=kelenephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/7673994393784615873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29543301&amp;postID=7673994393784615873' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/7673994393784615873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/7673994393784615873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/2009/02/who-said-horses-dont-swim.html' title='Who said horses don&apos;t swim?'/><author><name>kelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15050773417575612031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZF5ZlwFiTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-ozdx-kTAmo/S220/IMG_4445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SakjmKWLfYI/AAAAAAAAANc/k8Ik2cvoRkc/s72-c/IMG_7219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29543301.post-9093575658936144365</id><published>2009-02-24T19:24:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T19:36:18.929+11:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG WHAT DAY IS TODAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;OMG I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, when I got into an accident, it was lunch and we went from campus to a restaurant and was on the way back. One of the guys behind had his own car parked on campus but since there were 5 of us going to lunch, we went in one car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the accident, I left my car on campus and my friend (one of the guys sitting behind in my car during the accident) offered to drive me home because my car was not in a good shape and I am shaken by the incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after he dropped me off....guess WHAT???!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got into an accident himself! (Second time for him in a day!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some car overtook his and hit the side of his car while he tried to do a u-turn.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, the damage wasn't as bad as my car. And the impact, way less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;His side mirror is broken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;And, the rim of the tire fell off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he's supposed to send me to school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, the car is still okay to be driven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two cars with stories to tell at the campus tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who's to blame for this uneventful day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29543301-9093575658936144365?l=kelenephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/9093575658936144365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29543301&amp;postID=9093575658936144365' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/9093575658936144365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/9093575658936144365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/2009/02/omg-what-day-is-today.html' title='OMG WHAT DAY IS TODAY!!!!'/><author><name>kelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15050773417575612031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZF5ZlwFiTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-ozdx-kTAmo/S220/IMG_4445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29543301.post-5930997505080166627</id><published>2009-02-24T19:02:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T22:23:26.302+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Close shave with death?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today, some huge-ass truck rammed into my car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, my &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;whole trunk is gone&lt;/span&gt; and now my car has turned from sedan to hatchback. Cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;And no, I don't feel like posting a photo of my car up because it's very sad looking and I'm too lazy to photoshop the registration plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to the truck you ask? Nothing. Not a scratch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were on the highway heading back to school from lunch. We were caught in a crawl and the cars were constantly stopping. Well, and all of sudden this car in front of me stopped, so I had to stop too. I was going "Urgh, stupid car in front of me!" when my friend said to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hey, you know what's scary-er?!? Look behind!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up at my rear mirror. Saw the massive bars at the bottom of the truck (it was so massive I couldn't even see the driver) approaching quick, and it wouldn't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;my heart stopped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one second later, BANGGGGGGGGG!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I froze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my day. I'm just glad the 3 guys behind are safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that we still have a tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the incident, I kept thinking to myself "What if I didn't hold on to the brakes? What if my car was a hatchback to start with? What if the car spinned?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if.......... =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still shaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I now have TRUCK-O-PHOBIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29543301-5930997505080166627?l=kelenephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/5930997505080166627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29543301&amp;postID=5930997505080166627' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/5930997505080166627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/5930997505080166627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/2009/02/close-shave-with-death.html' title='Close shave with death?'/><author><name>kelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15050773417575612031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZF5ZlwFiTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-ozdx-kTAmo/S220/IMG_4445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29543301.post-1604217143980290988</id><published>2009-02-23T17:39:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T17:52:27.073+11:00</updated><title type='text'>frus...tra...tion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SERIOUSLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am soooo in need of a place to rant and spit out my frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've never met someone sooooo irresponsible in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Like, what were you thinking??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; lor, seriously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29543301-1604217143980290988?l=kelenephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/1604217143980290988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29543301&amp;postID=1604217143980290988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/1604217143980290988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/1604217143980290988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/2009/02/frustration.html' title='frus...tra...tion.'/><author><name>kelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15050773417575612031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZF5ZlwFiTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-ozdx-kTAmo/S220/IMG_4445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29543301.post-9114012793775050697</id><published>2009-02-22T16:00:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T18:23:54.205+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Bang bang you're dead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SaDc9KYVZnI/AAAAAAAAAMk/i4d4qBEbICE/s1600-h/IMG_3611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SaDc9KYVZnI/AAAAAAAAAMk/i4d4qBEbICE/s320/IMG_3611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305483304358995570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We were treated to a feast yesterday, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;thanks Aunt Eva!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I went for seconds, then thirds, and then fourrrtths....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearies, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;spicy and salty chicken ribs.. &lt;/span&gt;*drool*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SaDetPaxieI/AAAAAAAAAMs/862uTAYl53c/s1600-h/IMG_3587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SaDetPaxieI/AAAAAAAAAMs/862uTAYl53c/s320/IMG_3587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305485229856754146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And then there was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;egg plant and minced meat&lt;/span&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SaDhHmA8S_I/AAAAAAAAAM0/GYtiuoA_Wfg/s1600-h/IMG_3592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SaDhHmA8S_I/AAAAAAAAAM0/GYtiuoA_Wfg/s320/IMG_3592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305487881622277106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, that was just to name a few... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we all sat down to play&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; "BANG!"&lt;/span&gt; the card game.&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time but I must say, it was really quite fun =)&lt;br /&gt;We then had a session of "Heart Attack" where a few of us got slapped so hard and were left with a mark on their hands as proof. I was, unfortunately, the first victim of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another not so food related random note, was on skype last night (or rather, morning...) with two primary school buddies, one in malaysia and one in the UK till 5am in the morning. Time difference is a pain =.=&lt;br /&gt;Had my Yahoo Messenger, MSN and Skype running all at one time. While on skype with the two, I was also webcamming with another on MSN and then, chatting with a few others at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend sent me these. My face photoshop-ed into one, a Korean outfit and another, in some poster with a Korean actor. I thought it was really funny, so here I am sharing it with the public, to my greatest disadvantage. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enjoy......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SaDjacatyqI/AAAAAAAAAM8/H10OYQb9RIY/s1600-h/m2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SaDjacatyqI/AAAAAAAAAM8/H10OYQb9RIY/s320/m2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305490404486793890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SaD8-bgfVaI/AAAAAAAAANE/kkE6iacZ12Y/s1600-h/m3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SaD8-bgfVaI/AAAAAAAAANE/kkE6iacZ12Y/s320/m3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305518510508561826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29543301-9114012793775050697?l=kelenephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/9114012793775050697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29543301&amp;postID=9114012793775050697' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/9114012793775050697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/9114012793775050697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/2009/02/bang-bang-youre-dead.html' title='Bang bang you&apos;re dead.'/><author><name>kelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15050773417575612031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZF5ZlwFiTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-ozdx-kTAmo/S220/IMG_4445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SaDc9KYVZnI/AAAAAAAAAMk/i4d4qBEbICE/s72-c/IMG_3611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29543301.post-309506298941522254</id><published>2009-02-19T23:14:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T00:47:28.183+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Four legged friends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZ1RMpbjtdI/AAAAAAAAAME/rSlPpEEED6E/s1600-h/IMG_3515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZ1RMpbjtdI/AAAAAAAAAME/rSlPpEEED6E/s320/IMG_3515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304485213834032594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meet Miss Sheep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't they look extremely wooly?!?! Try finding the vein to collect blood samples from them! It's a total nightmare, a test of perseverance and endurance. No joke. It takes a lot of hand and back muscles to hold these guys still while someone else struggles to find the vein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to hit the gym and build up those muscles, vet peeps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZ1W1eT1TuI/AAAAAAAAAMM/b8x2tFKw6vE/s1600-h/IMG_3445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZ1W1eT1TuI/AAAAAAAAAMM/b8x2tFKw6vE/s320/IMG_3445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304491412781616866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And so, we finally had our dog prac the other day. Nothing much went on except the usual checking of vital signs and collecting blood samples. The greyhounds are such sweeties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZ1ba4RO-0I/AAAAAAAAAMU/x8Aj6MUgiCE/s1600-h/IMG_3459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZ1ba4RO-0I/AAAAAAAAAMU/x8Aj6MUgiCE/s320/IMG_3459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304496453451709250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These few days the weather's been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;really hot&lt;/span&gt;, and wearing overalls in this weather for pracs doesn't really help. This is the usual scene at Werribee during prac days :D Overalls aren't too glamorous, but's it's okay to look like odd job workers once in awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZ1iV0PEGUI/AAAAAAAAAMc/lxUFvItnRKU/s1600-h/IMG_3508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZ1iV0PEGUI/AAAAAAAAAMc/lxUFvItnRKU/s320/IMG_3508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304504063050914114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I played badminton and squash during break and wearing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;sandals was a big regret.&lt;/span&gt; I could hardly run across the court and was praying I don't slide from running with my sandals (They can get rather slippery). Tomorrow is tennis and I'm wearing my shoes this time around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Walked&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Yeti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;today during lunch, couldn't get to my dog as his enclosure is behind Yeti's and Yeti just dashes out it's just impossible to hold him in. Yeti is one excited greyhound, he was walking me instead of me walking him. I couldn't walk any faster with my sandals but he just kept tugging on the leash and dragged me along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Meh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to play tennis tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And.....FRIDAY is here, babes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29543301-309506298941522254?l=kelenephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/309506298941522254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29543301&amp;postID=309506298941522254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/309506298941522254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/309506298941522254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/2009/02/four-legged-friends.html' title='Four legged friends.'/><author><name>kelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15050773417575612031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZF5ZlwFiTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-ozdx-kTAmo/S220/IMG_4445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZ1RMpbjtdI/AAAAAAAAAME/rSlPpEEED6E/s72-c/IMG_3515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29543301.post-3380257406550466286</id><published>2009-02-17T23:05:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T23:08:39.976+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Melbourne, Lisa!</title><content type='html'>I have a new housemate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Her birthday's 2 days before mine!&lt;/span&gt; woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, another girl in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Omg it's such a longggggggggg day, I'm dying already)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Thanks Hubert =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29543301-3380257406550466286?l=kelenephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/3380257406550466286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29543301&amp;postID=3380257406550466286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/3380257406550466286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/3380257406550466286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/2009/02/welcome-to-melbourne-lisa.html' title='Welcome to Melbourne, Lisa!'/><author><name>kelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15050773417575612031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZF5ZlwFiTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-ozdx-kTAmo/S220/IMG_4445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29543301.post-6492806683925988878</id><published>2009-02-15T20:54:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:58:21.494+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Something's telling me....</title><content type='html'>It might just be.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might just be&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29543301-6492806683925988878?l=kelenephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/6492806683925988878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29543301&amp;postID=6492806683925988878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/6492806683925988878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/6492806683925988878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/2009/02/somethings-telling-me.html' title='Something&apos;s telling me....'/><author><name>kelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15050773417575612031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZF5ZlwFiTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-ozdx-kTAmo/S220/IMG_4445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29543301.post-1014392106878633332</id><published>2009-02-15T14:37:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T15:46:32.585+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The good, the bad, the ugly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I guess I'm really fortunate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am given the opportunity to go abroad to further my studies and chase that one dream I had since I was a little girl: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Being a vet.&lt;/span&gt; My dad could never understand my passion towards animals or the reason why I need to choose this crazily expensive course, which returns seem not even half the effort you relentlessly put in, just for the sake of graduating as a veterinarian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been crazy about animals since I was young. I remember I was always asking mum and dad if I could have a dog and they always said no, at least till I was 10, when I got my first and only puppy, Coco. I did everything I could, from hinting how cute puppies were in pet shops to reading out the classified ads of "pets for sale" in the newspapers to my parents each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up, I had a wide collection of dog books, cat books, and I was a subscriber of dog and pet magazines. I even had a CD of dog breeds from the American Kennel Club and I would spend hours a day, just clicking through each breed and reading all about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I even daydreamt of having all the different breeds, and how it would be.&lt;br /&gt;(yes, i know.........)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only other pet I got was a cute pair of hamsters. The never did give birth for a year until one year I brought them back to grandma's during Chinese New Year and on the first day, mama hamster gave birth to 7 little cuties! This continued about once every 2 weeks, and I was giving away 7 hamsters to the pet shops each time a new litter was born. Somehow, I could keep up and I remember having 21 hamsters.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; TWENTY ONE. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;And yes, I bathed every single one of them everytime I cleaned the cage. I would use doggie shampoo and even give them a blowdry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I was maybe 14 or 15 and I spent hours cleaning the cages and devoting so much time to them, one day, my mum made me give them all away on the way to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I was heart broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to where I begun, might have strayed off a little there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so yes, here I am studying Veterinary Science, fulfilling my dreams. Being in this course has not always been a bed of roses, as all I ever saw and visioned when I was young were the nice Animal Planet shows However, Veterinary School is challenging (it can &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELL&lt;/span&gt;), up to the point where some of my other friends in other courses think I no longer have a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a struggle to have up to 7 subjects a semester (when the usual number another person in Uni would have is 4) and 10 papers to sit for during the 3 week exam period when others around you might only have 3 or 4 papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I work myself dry and I think to myself, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;"Oh my god, what did I get myself into?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I would never swap this career for anything else in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What other courses allows you to be on a campus, shared with cattle, horses, dogs and sheep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which other course allows you to run around with greyhounds during lunch breaks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZeYtRFiaLI/AAAAAAAAAL8/I597kz6bIjM/s1600-h/IMG_3295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZeYtRFiaLI/AAAAAAAAAL8/I597kz6bIjM/s320/IMG_3295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302874989700212914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in Vet also means:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Converse shoes&lt;/span&gt; are the "in" thing and not high heels.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;No nail polish or long nails&lt;/span&gt; (not allowed in surgery pracs). Go for the short and natural look.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeans and t shirt&lt;/span&gt; is always practical. No skirts or cute little frilly tops on prac days.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;No free days&lt;/span&gt; in the entire week. 8am starts on 3 days out of the 5 is a norm.&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scars &lt;/span&gt;(from that cat at yesterday's consultation), &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;scratches and bite marks &lt;/span&gt;should be present on some part of your body. Or else, you're probably just not experienced enough.&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;No holidays&lt;/span&gt;. (when 80-90% of your holidays are taken up doing clinical work experience)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I constantly meet girlfriends from other courses who look demure in nice shoes and clothings and I pop along to hang out in my dirty converse shoes and a pair of jeans and t shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, at the end of the day, I feel that being with animals is way too rewarding,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no wants of being more of a girly girl in heels or any other pleasure in life (like longerrrrrrrrr breaks) would make me regret my choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29543301-1014392106878633332?l=kelenephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/1014392106878633332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29543301&amp;postID=1014392106878633332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/1014392106878633332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/1014392106878633332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-bad-ugly.html' title='The good, the bad, the ugly.'/><author><name>kelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15050773417575612031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZF5ZlwFiTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-ozdx-kTAmo/S220/IMG_4445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZeYtRFiaLI/AAAAAAAAAL8/I597kz6bIjM/s72-c/IMG_3295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29543301.post-8015704214255922451</id><published>2009-02-13T23:20:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T01:19:32.378+11:00</updated><title type='text'>V-day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Cupid, the son of Venus and Mars is in town!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;All in the morning betime,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I a maid at your window,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;To be your Valentine.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then up he rose, and donn'd his clothes,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And dupp'd the chamber-door;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let in the maid, that out a maid&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Never departed more.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(William Shakespeare, &lt;i&gt;Hamlet&lt;/i&gt;, Act IV, Scene 5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day to all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got a Yoshi!&lt;br /&gt;My first (and probably last) Valentine's gift this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Yoshi? Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, the both of you, I'll love Yoshi with all my heart, I promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZV2hEBZZFI/AAAAAAAAALU/7o39n75mpzk/s1600-h/IMG_3315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZV2hEBZZFI/AAAAAAAAALU/7o39n75mpzk/s320/IMG_3315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302274446685987922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Look how adorable...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZV4r7XzUGI/AAAAAAAAALc/Vq6vf4g_qrI/s1600-h/IMG_3337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZV4r7XzUGI/AAAAAAAAALc/Vq6vf4g_qrI/s320/IMG_3337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302276832365858914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And so, it's February 14th again.&lt;br /&gt;Ever wondered what's the story behind Valentine's day?&lt;br /&gt;Saint Valentine or Valentine really, is the name of the numerous Early Christian martyrs. While the history to Valentine and the religiously celebrated Valentine's Day on February 14th each year may be windy and complicated, this day often sees couples expressing their love for each other in the form of love notes (or rather nowadays, Valentine's greeting cards) or a gift such as confectionery or the huge bunch of red roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than that, it is an opportunity for couples to remind each other of the relationship they share, and for singles to cherish the ones they love and their friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said, it's time to celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to tell all the ones you cherish in your life that you love them!&lt;br /&gt;(They don't have to be your life partners, they can be your family or friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, it was a good Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;At least the end was Sweeeeet. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZV_20e32yI/AAAAAAAAAL0/91_kHUn3-K0/s1600-h/IMG_3369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZV_20e32yI/AAAAAAAAAL0/91_kHUn3-K0/s320/IMG_3369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302284716076423970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hugs and Kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZV-0uQeM5I/AAAAAAAAALs/WBjZF3ZjyMY/s1600-h/IMG_3367.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29543301-8015704214255922451?l=kelenephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/8015704214255922451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29543301&amp;postID=8015704214255922451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/8015704214255922451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/8015704214255922451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/2009/02/v-day.html' title='V-day.'/><author><name>kelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15050773417575612031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZF5ZlwFiTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-ozdx-kTAmo/S220/IMG_4445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZV2hEBZZFI/AAAAAAAAALU/7o39n75mpzk/s72-c/IMG_3315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29543301.post-8573904453979860445</id><published>2009-02-12T20:11:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T20:25:03.346+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Swollen.</title><content type='html'>My cervical lymph node's swollen. Just the one on the left and now, I can't turn my head to the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, it was so annoyingly swollen and painful, I couldn't even open my jaw to eat my cereal. It's painful to eat, painful to move, and even painful to sleep. I'll just suffer till this swelling decides to regress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it doesn't in two weeks, then maybe I'll start to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's 8am till 4pm classes are taking a toll on my already "not in tip top condition" body. I feel the need to sleep every waking hour. But, I have these stacks and stacks of notes from the FIFTEEN lectures we already had in the past 4 days...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs, what do I do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29543301-8573904453979860445?l=kelenephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/8573904453979860445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29543301&amp;postID=8573904453979860445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/8573904453979860445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/8573904453979860445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/2009/02/swollen.html' title='Swollen.'/><author><name>kelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15050773417575612031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZF5ZlwFiTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-ozdx-kTAmo/S220/IMG_4445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29543301.post-7502672668010447221</id><published>2009-02-11T22:31:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T22:53:56.730+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A moment of silence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The bushfire in Victoria has definitely affected the lives of many where I am right now. My heart goes out to all those who lost their loved ones and the roof over their heads in this act of nature which has shown no mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the radio in the car today, I heard the news of two young girls, who were my age, who died while trying to save their horses. It was extremely devastating to hear such news as I knew, I too would not think twice of turning back to save my pet. Even if it would cost me my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZK4vQ--V7I/AAAAAAAAALM/9rYDczbomzk/s1600-h/A-fire-truck-in-front-a-b-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZK4vQ--V7I/AAAAAAAAALM/9rYDczbomzk/s320/A-fire-truck-in-front-a-b-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301502833520957362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;181 deaths. 80 missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it continues to rise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A silent moment of prayer for all those people who are suffering out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad some people at the Vet Faculty are doing their part.&lt;br /&gt;*starts rummaging for old clothes to be donated*&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/29543301-7502672668010447221?l=kelenephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/7502672668010447221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29543301&amp;postID=7502672668010447221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/7502672668010447221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/7502672668010447221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/2009/02/moment-of-silence.html' title='A moment of silence.'/><author><name>kelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15050773417575612031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZF5ZlwFiTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-ozdx-kTAmo/S220/IMG_4445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZK4vQ--V7I/AAAAAAAAALM/9rYDczbomzk/s72-c/A-fire-truck-in-front-a-b-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29543301.post-6174505807784380108</id><published>2009-02-11T21:55:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T22:23:06.157+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A new man in my life.</title><content type='html'>His name is &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;HARVEY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amidst all the stress vibes surrounding me, I've got at least a small something to be excited about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lecture notes are starting to pile up by the stacks and it's only the third day of school. I feel like I'm already falling behind and it's only the beginning! Some people are already starting to doubt their intentions of doing Vet Science. Being in 3rd year, it will definitely test my true passion towards being a veterinarian. Yes, all my childhood buddies will always remember me as the odd person with the weird ambition to be a vet (not that many people want to be vets where I come from, it was either a HUMAN doctor, lawyer, businessperson of some sort or that occasional teacher or even pop star). I was that very peculiar kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I'll have Harvey. I'm looking forward to the long walks I'll be having with you. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29543301-6174505807784380108?l=kelenephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/6174505807784380108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29543301&amp;postID=6174505807784380108' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/6174505807784380108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/6174505807784380108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-man-in-my-life.html' title='A new man in my life.'/><author><name>kelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15050773417575612031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZF5ZlwFiTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-ozdx-kTAmo/S220/IMG_4445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29543301.post-1613320119829351427</id><published>2009-02-10T17:12:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T17:19:21.733+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Kitty...</title><content type='html'>I can never forget that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never forget your emerald eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never forgive myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till this day, I still think about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Kitty,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29543301-1613320119829351427?l=kelenephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/1613320119829351427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29543301&amp;postID=1613320119829351427' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/1613320119829351427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/1613320119829351427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-kitty.html' title='Dear Kitty...'/><author><name>kelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15050773417575612031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZF5ZlwFiTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-ozdx-kTAmo/S220/IMG_4445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29543301.post-7162852158418604355</id><published>2009-02-09T22:00:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T00:09:58.812+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Yes, I do realize my blog kinda froze in time since early 2008...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;However, I'm thinking, I should really take the initiative to update my blog just because:&lt;br /&gt;1. It's still (sort of) the start of the year.&lt;br /&gt;2. This year is going to be way too stressful, I might need to vent my anger and frustrations out&lt;br /&gt;  somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;3. I simply feel the need to. Sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, my apologies to everyone out there who actually reads my blog (maybe just a couple of you) that I strayed off track and did not write anything FOR A YEAR. I know, it's not like it didn't happen before that (there were only 3 updates in 2007) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, what's happening in my life now? I'm in 3rd year vet. Came a long way from 1st year. A long long way, and yet...it's still a long long way ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only just arrived in Melbourne 2 days ago, and this is the first time I'm feeling extremely homesick. The 46 degree weather on one day and 21 degree the next didn't help me feel welcomed anyhows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss my mummy and daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss my Coco. Miss him to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZAQprk2mkI/AAAAAAAAAJk/PF5dDSqezTc/s1600-h/My+baby.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZAQprk2mkI/AAAAAAAAAJk/PF5dDSqezTc/s320/My+baby.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300755069673052738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss my friends back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZAReXZ2MvI/AAAAAAAAAJs/BWykgOVyrJQ/s1600-h/IMG_3206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZAReXZ2MvI/AAAAAAAAAJs/BWykgOVyrJQ/s320/IMG_3206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300755974791246578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss being in Penang.&lt;br /&gt;Like, everything about it, even just being at the morning wet markets with my mum.&lt;br /&gt;I managed to point my camera at many strangers that fateful morning&lt;br /&gt;(and no, that's not my mum in the photo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZAcJl-IAxI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/V-ecFOlPNUs/s1600-h/IMG_5146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZAcJl-IAxI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/V-ecFOlPNUs/s320/IMG_5146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300767712552157970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First day of classes today. Got a timetable which looks like a whole spreadsheet of the longest periodic table you've ever seen. I have 35 hour weeks with 8am starts 3 days out of 5. And worse, my 22 weeks of holidays to come will be filled with 17 weeks of work. So, where IS the holiday actually?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*rants on* I can't even go to the bank, or go run errands as my classes end at 5 and everything closes at 5.&lt;br /&gt;Just great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays, forgive my rants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...what else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea. I miss YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29543301-7162852158418604355?l=kelenephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/7162852158418604355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29543301&amp;postID=7162852158418604355' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/7162852158418604355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/7162852158418604355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-because.html' title='Just because'/><author><name>kelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15050773417575612031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZF5ZlwFiTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-ozdx-kTAmo/S220/IMG_4445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZAQprk2mkI/AAAAAAAAAJk/PF5dDSqezTc/s72-c/My+baby.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29543301.post-8342070680149716854</id><published>2008-03-03T21:03:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T21:13:50.702+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A year gone by....</title><content type='html'>Yes, I realize that my last post is dated somewhere in April 2007. It's been a year! I am no longer a first year and I am sitting in a NEW room in Melbourne. Many changes occured in my life since that last post. Thinking back to last year, I think I've grown to be wiser...Maybe not that much wiser of a person, but hopefully enough to be 21 years old this year. A challenging year ahead on the academic side of things. But frankly, I'm pretty excited to live out 2008 with a bang. Not my birthday yet...but I've earned a Freedom Key in advance from my Mum...Now, that's something to celebrate about!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I am currently working on horrible Stolen wireless internet. With a laptop that's ready to wipe out everything I've written for this blog so far. So i am not about to take the chances of writing a super long update. Look forward to one soon though! (When I have a PC and my 90 Gb internet going)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Love Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29543301-8342070680149716854?l=kelenephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/8342070680149716854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29543301&amp;postID=8342070680149716854' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/8342070680149716854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/8342070680149716854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/2008/03/year-gone-by.html' title='A year gone by....'/><author><name>kelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15050773417575612031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZF5ZlwFiTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-ozdx-kTAmo/S220/IMG_4445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29543301.post-8051850426159403640</id><published>2007-04-18T20:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:06:34.041+11:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Life of a First Year Vet Student</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A dead dog. An evil smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't misjudge me. I LOVE animals. Live ones.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiYFL0-gKvI/AAAAAAAAAFk/7DS7JfpWs5o/s1600-h/169743609l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054733332527459058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiYFL0-gKvI/AAAAAAAAAFk/7DS7JfpWs5o/s320/169743609l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry I haven't been updating. Just got caught up in so many other things that I sort of didn't have time to blog. I wish I could say I have been busy studying, and although ThAT sHould bE the reason, I think I have been doing a whole lot of other things. Vet science has been great so far and I love the animal handling pracs. The workload is crazy though and much has been expected of us, Vet Students. Here's me cutting up and skinning a dog. I have always been disgusted by the thought of skinning a dog but I guess the pracs have been kinda...hmm..fun. It's actually darn tideous identifying muscles, nerves, tendons, ligaments... *sighs* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two days later shall be my third doggie dissection prac. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The early morning dead dogs stench. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's very welcoming when you just had a bowl of cereals not long ago...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trust me. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's me obviously not paying attention in prac.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054733448491576066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiYFSk-gKwI/AAAAAAAAAFs/tAxR2SAfTsM/s320/814245427l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There has been other practicals where I actually work with the live animals... It's way better since they can actually respond by kicking you in the face (Thank god I'm not so fortunate to have experienced that..Yet) or sinking their teeth into your arm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's me working on the horse which sunk his teeth into my arm. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiYEUk-gKuI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ifwd-2hSZKw/s1600-h/IMG_6118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054732383339686626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiYEUk-gKuI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ifwd-2hSZKw/s320/IMG_6118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And he gets a nice stroke for doing that.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiYD7E-gKtI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1pKVWn8HyWg/s1600-h/IMG_6116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054731945253022418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiYD7E-gKtI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1pKVWn8HyWg/s320/IMG_6116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Riian and Ton "catching" the horse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiYDwk-gKsI/AAAAAAAAAFM/a69_ndlpT7Y/s1600-h/IMG_6114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054731764864395970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiYDwk-gKsI/AAAAAAAAAFM/a69_ndlpT7Y/s320/IMG_6114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's fun getting someone to lift you up in the open...Where all you can see is land...and cows. Hahaha....feels so...country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiYDhE-gKrI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0u7IuUaFRj0/s1600-h/IMG_6112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054731498576423602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiYDhE-gKrI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0u7IuUaFRj0/s320/IMG_6112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Farmgirls... Priya, me, Esther...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiYDX0-gKqI/AAAAAAAAAE8/oJ_A6muTtgo/s1600-h/IMG_6113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054731339662633634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiYDX0-gKqI/AAAAAAAAAE8/oJ_A6muTtgo/s320/IMG_6113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am with Ella, just moments before we ran around in cattle dung during our little drafting experience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiYDMU-gKpI/AAAAAAAAAE0/cwWFwgWRPjU/s1600-h/IMG_6106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054731142094138002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiYDMU-gKpI/AAAAAAAAAE0/cwWFwgWRPjU/s320/IMG_6106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hmm...the alternative delicacy to Ox's tongue....Cow's tongue anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiYDBU-gKoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/dGEMIq4yp28/s1600-h/IMG_6098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054730953115576962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiYDBU-gKoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/dGEMIq4yp28/s320/IMG_6098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pick a cow....and I'll get the tongue out for you... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiYCXk-gKnI/AAAAAAAAAEk/paFgnCa1QTc/s1600-h/IMG_6087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054730235856038514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiYCXk-gKnI/AAAAAAAAAEk/paFgnCa1QTc/s320/IMG_6087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Now, this is how you elbow a cow after you headlock it......."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiYCNU-gKmI/AAAAAAAAAEc/z-Rdcbu3i7g/s1600-h/IMG_6089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054730059762379362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiYCNU-gKmI/AAAAAAAAAEc/z-Rdcbu3i7g/s320/IMG_6089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It may seem like we're in the process of torturing the cow....(don't worry...no harm was done to the cow while taking this photo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiYB4U-gKlI/AAAAAAAAAEU/EvOxMQIAaAs/s1600-h/IMG_6090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054729698985126482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiYB4U-gKlI/AAAAAAAAAEU/EvOxMQIAaAs/s320/IMG_6090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Riian who drives us to Werribee and Ton who.... hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiYBu0-gKkI/AAAAAAAAAEM/udxiCXwxJno/s1600-h/IMG_6081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054729535776369218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiYBu0-gKkI/AAAAAAAAAEM/udxiCXwxJno/s320/IMG_6081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls in overalls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiYBl0-gKjI/AAAAAAAAAEE/vtq0gBy8j-o/s1600-h/IMG_6080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054729381157546546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiYBl0-gKjI/AAAAAAAAAEE/vtq0gBy8j-o/s320/IMG_6080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ella ME Riian..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiYBWE-gKiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/--EDpQgeaLg/s1600-h/IMG_6083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054729110574606882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiYBWE-gKiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/--EDpQgeaLg/s320/IMG_6083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wish I had photos from the Sheep and Pig pracs as well...too bad I didn't bring a camera with me then...Somehow, I don't think I would have been holding my camera while wrestling a sheep heavier than I am or....be taking photos of 300 kg Pigs as they push me around... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOW....for the more glamarous, non poo-related side of Vet... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;VET BALL 2007!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a better way to start off than a picture of ME? Kekeke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiYBEU-gKhI/AAAAAAAAAD0/hQktlG_-uEI/s1600-h/Kelene.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054728805631928850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiYBEU-gKhI/AAAAAAAAAD0/hQktlG_-uEI/s320/Kelene.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amber and Joanna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiYA7U-gKgI/AAAAAAAAADs/7Q-UWCJqnYU/s1600-h/DSC00825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054728651013106178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiYA7U-gKgI/AAAAAAAAADs/7Q-UWCJqnYU/s320/DSC00825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ton...Albert...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiYAg0-gKfI/AAAAAAAAADk/N6R9x46vuXc/s1600-h/DSC00838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054728195746572786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiYAg0-gKfI/AAAAAAAAADk/N6R9x46vuXc/s320/DSC00838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A Group photo in front of a mirror, for some reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiYAAE-gKeI/AAAAAAAAADc/5j79l-Z09rQ/s1600-h/DSC00897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054727633105856994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiYAAE-gKeI/AAAAAAAAADc/5j79l-Z09rQ/s320/DSC00897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ton, me, Horace and Steven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiX_lk-gKdI/AAAAAAAAADU/Cs3ABnnffag/s1600-h/m82038052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054727177839323602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiX_lk-gKdI/AAAAAAAAADU/Cs3ABnnffag/s320/m82038052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With the girls from Hong Kong...Emily and Colleen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiX_Xk-gKcI/AAAAAAAAADM/T9sywCl_LF8/s1600-h/IMG_7222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054726937321155010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiX_Xk-gKcI/AAAAAAAAADM/T9sywCl_LF8/s320/IMG_7222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crazy Tim the vegan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiX_LU-gKbI/AAAAAAAAADE/mVasKRxiH1A/s1600-h/DSC00857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054726726867757490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiX_LU-gKbI/AAAAAAAAADE/mVasKRxiH1A/s320/DSC00857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There's something very REd about this shot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiX-4k-gKaI/AAAAAAAAAC8/6eo-vuYXwfY/s1600-h/DSC00856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054726404745210274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiX-4k-gKaI/AAAAAAAAAC8/6eo-vuYXwfY/s320/DSC00856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jimmy...just too cute..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiX-mk-gKZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6XZOq7ho8Nc/s1600-h/DSC00850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054726095507564946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiX-mk-gKZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6XZOq7ho8Nc/s320/DSC00850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ViC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiX-LE-gKYI/AAAAAAAAACs/6bA2Qvkp3mk/s1600-h/DSC00824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054725623061162370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiX-LE-gKYI/AAAAAAAAACs/6bA2Qvkp3mk/s320/DSC00824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hmmm.... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiX90U-gKXI/AAAAAAAAACk/kLQyWlnouRM/s1600-h/DSC00810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054725232219138418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiX90U-gKXI/AAAAAAAAACk/kLQyWlnouRM/s320/DSC00810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls...while wating for a cab which never came...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiX9Z0-gKWI/AAAAAAAAACc/7u8G-Itc0t4/s1600-h/DSC00422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054724776952605026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiX9Z0-gKWI/AAAAAAAAACc/7u8G-Itc0t4/s320/DSC00422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jonathan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiX9J0-gKVI/AAAAAAAAACU/cWZ5SVPPMMg/s1600-h/DSC00844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054724502074698066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiX9J0-gKVI/AAAAAAAAACU/cWZ5SVPPMMg/s320/DSC00844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well....that's it for now...Oral presentation tomorrow and here I am fussing about the blog. Hope you guys enjoyed the brief run through of how I'm doing here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muaxx...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Kelene&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/29543301-8051850426159403640?l=kelenephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/8051850426159403640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29543301&amp;postID=8051850426159403640' title='49 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/8051850426159403640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/8051850426159403640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/2007/04/in-life-of-first-year-vet-student.html' title='In the Life of a First Year Vet Student'/><author><name>kelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15050773417575612031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZF5ZlwFiTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-ozdx-kTAmo/S220/IMG_4445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RiYFL0-gKvI/AAAAAAAAAFk/7DS7JfpWs5o/s72-c/169743609l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>49</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29543301.post-2589406024237998000</id><published>2007-03-12T19:15:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:06:35.268+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Vet School, Finally!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I'm back in Melbourne for quite sometime now but time seems to pass me by day after day that I didn't actually sit down and take a breather, let alone create a new post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O week kicked off the very first week I was in Melbourne and I had loads of fun knowing more peeps, touring the safari and visiting the police dog training centre. Here are a few snapshots of O week with the Vet people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040950476560805810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RfUNwBW-L7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/OPEfipuEi_o/s320/DSC00717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here I am with Ella....we had a chance to take a photo with a member of the police dog squad and his extremely smart (and way adorable) black Lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040950738553810882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RfUN_RW-L8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/8pZJ92ofHuk/s320/DSC00724.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;With the girls and Mr. Hippo at the Weribee Safari.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040952035633934290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RfUPKxW-L9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/aqfH3y79cyc/s320/DSC00731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Messing around with the horn of some animal in the "Safari Bus".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040952679879028706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RfUPwRW-L-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/lEOflj2segk/s320/DSC00749.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;In our cowboy hats....all ready for the Country and Western barn dance out in the open air on the last night of O Week &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040953422908370930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RfUQbhW-L_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/uA9D0F9ec4s/s320/DSC00750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;What is an Aussie party without its boost.....&lt;br /&gt;and heaps of people dancing about in sync...???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040953972664184850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RfUQ7hW-MBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/BXMr7Q9P5HI/s320/DSC00753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040953822340329474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RfUQyxW-MAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ZwwiYXwcfB8/s320/DSC00752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is a few of us resting on hay after hopping and skipping around, trying deperately to keep up with the dance steps...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All in all, O week was fab.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, that was O week...now here's a little about how I spent my first CNY away from Malaysia... I spent it working!! I worked at some CNY street festival in Chinatown under the scorching heat of about 36 - 38 degrees Celcius. And worse, we were actually BBQ-ing satay sticks under a tent! But, I guess it was a whole new experience for me...Towards the end, we were shouting out for people to buy food from our stalls at extremely low prices. I was screaming "Chicken rice for just 5 dollarSS!!!! Closing sale!!! Come get your chicken rice!!!!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A rather new experience for me I suppose. Oh well, I'd better get back to reading anatomy... There's just so much to learn in Vet, you'll die if you don't study every single day. No kidding. Off to grasp the book of Vet Anatomy...LAters, friends!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040962652793090098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RfUY0xW-MDI/AAAAAAAAABM/Cn9duuUMClM/s320/DSC00783.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Kelene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29543301-2589406024237998000?l=kelenephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/2589406024237998000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29543301&amp;postID=2589406024237998000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/2589406024237998000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/2589406024237998000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/2007/03/vet-school-finally.html' title='Vet School, Finally!!!'/><author><name>kelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15050773417575612031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZF5ZlwFiTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-ozdx-kTAmo/S220/IMG_4445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/RfUNwBW-L7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/OPEfipuEi_o/s72-c/DSC00717.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29543301.post-117042182973378040</id><published>2007-02-02T23:54:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T12:59:05.163+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture fest!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7407/3149/1600/600658/penang%202006%20277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7407/3149/320/929750/penang%202006%20277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ring the bell of 2007!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May all your new year resolutions be achieved...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(for once in your lifetime, at least try to fulfill them, people!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These photos are upon request by an ABC friend of mine currently residing in the ever so beautiful city of Melbourne (bleh!). Sorry guys that I haven't been uploading because Streamyx is horrible and my laptop is down with the flu. So, you probably won't hear anything from me till I am comfortably starting off the new semester in Melbourne. MEanwhile, here's what I have been up to in Malaysia. CheerS~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear ABC, enjoy the pics! Signed, FOB xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7407/3149/320/717412/DSC00527.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; With my gal friends at The Curve, KL just hours before 2007 arrived...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Below : Playing tennis with Swee early in the morning...(no one else woke up except Duke cos he lives next to the courts)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/penang%202006%20250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Three pairs of twins (so they say....) The two guys are biological twins, the two girls on the right are sisters but me and the other girl, we have no blood relation whatsoever.... Believe it! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/DSC00541.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Below, pictured with my Melbourne bestie, Sze while shopping in the streets of Bangsar...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 378px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="76" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7407/3149/320/557475/DSC00537.jpg" width="140" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7407/3149/320/633607/DSC00546.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Meet Jocelyn, my lookalike and good friend in the car on the way back from KL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Trying to be kids again to no avail.... &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7407/3149/320/352330/DSC00451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7407/3149/320/686505/penang%202006%20286.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Do Re Mi Fa....ohh...where's the So? This was taken while waiting in line for a cable car ride in Kek Lok Si temple.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Below is a great friend and listener...the sweetest ever Cynthia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7407/3149/320/304293/DSC00487.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On a mission to steal a strawberry (only to be caught red handed by my sis who took this photo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7407/3149/320/77181/StrawberrieS%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7407/3149/320/547253/DSC00592.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Last but not least, above is a photo taken with my little cousin, Zoe Yi...isn't she a princess?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29543301-117042182973378040?l=kelenephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/117042182973378040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29543301&amp;postID=117042182973378040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/117042182973378040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/117042182973378040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/2007/02/picture-fest.html' title='Picture fest!'/><author><name>kelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15050773417575612031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZF5ZlwFiTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-ozdx-kTAmo/S220/IMG_4445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29543301.post-116386408114341834</id><published>2006-11-19T01:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T11:02:53.076+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap and rewinddd....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;*snap* *wink* *boo!*....Whatever....how do I describe the shortest time frame in words? "CLiCk?" The year went by just like that. It's hard to believe that my first year in Uni has come to an end. It feels a little weird. But then again, I was thinking, the year before went by pretty quick as well...so, heck care....time flies, whether you like it or not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main thing is, exams are over. I'm hoping for the very best. I am this ---1mm--- close to getting into Vet Science. All I have to do is pass all my subjects this semester. If I mess up, at this last hurdle, I won't know what I'll do to myself......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs.....well, I felt that it was only appropriate if I did a little recap on my life this year.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year started off with me celebrating Chinese New Year....That's my eldest sis on the upmost stair, followed by me in the middle and my little cousin, Zoey on the right (We had to bribe her with a piece of cookie to take this photo).... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/IMG_6234.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I went to Melbourne not long after CNY and then, got a couple more piercings on my ear...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/pierce.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I got a job at Hawkers' Cafe and gratefully enough, got to know a bunch of fun-loving brats there...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/DSC00235.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I had my 19th birthday with a bunch of...g..uys? Hmm....I swear there were girls there too!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/P7270099.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I took a couple of unusual photos along Great Ocean Road...I hate to admit this, but yeah, I am the one with the green sling back....I look awkwardly...retarded.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/1365874760.jpg" width="142" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I wore a Leprechaun's hat at the Royal Melbourne Show and took some brilliantly colourful shots...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/royal%20melb%20show%20027.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I watched my friend graduate and then day dreamt about MY graduation...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/P8100043.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I drank Bubble Tea every odd day during classes. It helps keep me awake during lectures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/DSC00381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was made to sacrifice countless living things for the sake of the study of Science. I finally countered my cockro-phobia in this bio prac....( How do you like my drawing? )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/DSC00412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I shared muffins with Wei Jin during lunch on 3 occasions...we tried all three kinds of muffins sold. Here's the one with berries (half eaten, from top view). I can't help but thinking it looks like the muffin has two eyes and lipstick on. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/DSC00411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I guess that's about all I will include in my recap. Other more recent photos have yet to be uploaded. I guess there's more to tell when I get back to Malaysia in 5 days....Currently, all I have been doing is meet up with friends as much as I can and clean up my tornado swept room before I head back for a looong 3 month break....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Kelene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29543301-116386408114341834?l=kelenephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/116386408114341834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29543301&amp;postID=116386408114341834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/116386408114341834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/116386408114341834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/2006/11/recap-and-rewinddd.html' title='Recap and rewinddd....'/><author><name>kelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15050773417575612031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZF5ZlwFiTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-ozdx-kTAmo/S220/IMG_4445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29543301.post-116073134476084702</id><published>2006-10-13T18:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T19:22:24.780+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake me up when November ends....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, at least when November ends, I would have finished my exams and be resting on my couch in Malaysia watching Astro. *sighsss* Exams will be here in about...20 days or so and I haven't actually got my engine going. Just handed in my last assignment for this semester today and gosh, it's such a relieve to dump the approximately 10 pages of work into my tutor's pigeon hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need some form of motivation to actually start studying. Have been slacking off since the second week of the holidays (I actually studied the first week!), and I have yet to do anything. I know I will regret not studying earlier when time passes. I always do. The term "procrastination" isn't really new in my vocab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think looking at the calendar today and seeing how close the 7th of Nov is kinda did scare me a little. So, I shall start planning my study timetable today. Hopefully, the thought of failing and not proceeding into 1st year Vet Science will scare me even more. I just hope that I will get really horrified of the exams soon enough and study extremely hard for the remaining 20 days, because if I don't.......er...oh well, I don't want to discuss what will happen after. But for now, I'm still pretty relaxed. Hmm.......help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for some random happenings... A couple of days ago, I played Twister on one of Uni's lawns with a couple of friends. Pretty interesting. Here's us in action.... It was utterly ridiculous as we were twisting our bodies all over in front of countless other students. Nevertheless, it was stupidly, fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/DSC00367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; I've also kinda highlighted my hair (I guess you can't see it in the photo) and got a few curls just for a few hours...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/DSC00338.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I dissected an earthworm. I had to take a picture of this as I felt left out not having a pic of my rat. Everyone seemed to have a photo of their rat. I simply forgot to take one. So here's wormy from my bio practical (cut opened and pinned down by me!) =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/DSC00403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well,                     hope   . . . .                                      you've &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;                                                                             enjoyed my r    and om ness. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29543301-116073134476084702?l=kelenephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/116073134476084702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29543301&amp;postID=116073134476084702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/116073134476084702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/116073134476084702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/2006/10/wake-me-up-when-november-ends.html' title='Wake me up when November ends....'/><author><name>kelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15050773417575612031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZF5ZlwFiTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-ozdx-kTAmo/S220/IMG_4445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29543301.post-115988471065380854</id><published>2006-10-03T23:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T00:37:30.266+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Outing 2 : The Royal Melbourne Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I must say that the day at the Royal Melbourne Show was awesome. I haven't had so much fun for a long while now. I guess every single one of us sort of let our guards down and just went all out to have fun that day. To destress, so to speak. Haha. &gt;.&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, we went there at about 1pm because Wei Jin and I had to wait for the guys. I guess they weren't enthusiastic about going in the first place. I guess the twins had trouble getting up and ready that day....Even Michael was late! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We headed to the showgrounds by train and arrived there soon enough. I was actually looking forward to that day simply because I missed theme park rides so much. I was there last year as well and I remembered having so much fun with the rides. As I said in one of my other posts, the girls seemed to enjoy the rides more than the guys. It was, unfortunately, the same this year. Wei Jin and I had to coax the guys to coming on rides with us. Michael only lasted two rides. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The moment we arrived, I was already looking around for rides with Wei Jin. The guys tried to slow us down. But not long after we got to the Show, we were on our first ride...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the first we took ride which made Michael's stomach turn... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/royal%20melb%20show%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Poor Michael. Haha...But I guess Davies was freaking out the whole time too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think the main reason we had so much fun that day was also because of the ridiculous hats we were wearing. Each of us bought one for 5 bucks. At first, we agreed to wear them only for a photo....Somehow, we ended up wearing them throughout the day.( I think we just enjoyed the attention we had from the public)...*wink* There were countless random people taking our photos that day...Including some professional photographers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/royal%20melb%20show%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;This is us in our ever so striking headdress. The ends of the long arms of the hat had some hard round thingies attached. I whacked several passers by with them without realising it. Well, thanks to Wei Jin for apologising to those people on my behalf. I only knew I was whacking innocent people when she told me. Eikk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/royal%20melb%20show%20012.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our shadows....CreepY ?!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My best meal of the day : Strawberries with Ice cream...Yummmm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/royal%20melb%20show%20030.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And then, there was the whole bucket of fairy floss we had...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/royal%20melb%20show%20060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We then had our go at some games because I was bugging the guys to get me one of those huge Show soft toys. HAhaha....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is us playing some water gun game...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/royal%20melb%20show%20061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Finally...we got Scooby! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/royal%20melb%20show%20069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, we didn't actually win it. I guess the lady was so amazed by our headdress that she gathered us around her and asked, "So, which toy do you want?" Haha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wei Jin and I also had these hair wraps done...with strings attached =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/royal%20melb%20show%20057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I had much more fun at the Show this year than the last. Did much more stuff this year. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We even wore those hats all the way back to the city. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And, I'd say I love the hats!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Kelene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29543301-115988471065380854?l=kelenephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/115988471065380854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29543301&amp;postID=115988471065380854' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/115988471065380854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/115988471065380854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/2006/10/outing-2-royal-melbourne-show.html' title='Outing 2 : The Royal Melbourne Show'/><author><name>kelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15050773417575612031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZF5ZlwFiTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-ozdx-kTAmo/S220/IMG_4445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29543301.post-115980318257559739</id><published>2006-10-03T00:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T17:59:28.276+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Outing 1 : The Great Ocean Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The two week break is over. Back to School for me. *sighs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I guess it's about time I said something about my little day trip to the Great Ocean Road during the holidays. Went there exactly a week ago but I was too lazy to upload photos and get them from friends so finally, I guess I've got enough now to post some up here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was pretty tiring...Left the city at about 8.30 am and only got back at about 9.30pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/IMG_5966.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The start of the day : Breakfast at some place along the way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/IMG_5968.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A close up of the sinking marshmallow in my hot choc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had several stops along the way including Apollo Bay, Torquay and some other random stops to see the apostles. There were 12 Apostles some time ago, I guess now there's only 11. But we only saw 8 (I think we did) as the other 3 can only be seen on a helicopter. Sad. But I guess seeing one of the apostles were like seeing the rest. They all looked like the regular rock. Only larger. Much much larger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/IMG_6038.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Two random Apostles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/IMG_6063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The other London Bridge you never knew about. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The bus ride was rather bumpy at times and we were just winding all over as the Great Ocean Road is everything but straight. I guess the view was somewhat spectacular and gosh, the beaches were beautiful. Sometimes, I wish I was staying at one of the beach houses. These houses are really amazing (although some of them are standing over a cliff) as they had glass all around instead of walls. Yeah, I pretty much had a perfect view of their bedroom at times, as though their beds were on display. However, I would think that it's nice to wake up to the view of the beach though. How relaxing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/IMG_6007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ahhhhhhhh.......I could almost feel the breeze.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I went there with these bunch of people...Wei Jin, Davies, Michael and Johnathan. I guess we kept each other alive in the bus at times. The journey seemed never ending and we desperately needed each other's support to survive, didn't we, guys? Thus, countless photos were produced in the bus, like these ones....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/IMG_6062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Michael promoting our snacks...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/IMG_6004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just us...(with Johnathan trying to look less normal...hehehe)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/IMG_6058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Davies and his new found love : Fries. He had trouble parting with the empty box later on. Trust me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, we did have some photos taken outside the bus. Here are a few....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/IMG_6002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On the beach, with arms spread out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/IMG_6010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With Dav...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/IMG_6054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and Wei Jin...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/IMG_6016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Don't all of us just looove ice creammmm??? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Overall, the trip was fulfilling. We were drained by the time we got back to the city but I guess we had a great time together. I suppose. Hehe. Well, at least I did!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, up next in my coming post would be on Outing 2 : Royal Melbourne Show. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, keep a look out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Kelene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29543301-115980318257559739?l=kelenephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/115980318257559739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29543301&amp;postID=115980318257559739' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/115980318257559739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/115980318257559739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/2006/10/outing-1-great-ocean-road.html' title='Outing 1 : The Great Ocean Road'/><author><name>kelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15050773417575612031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZF5ZlwFiTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-ozdx-kTAmo/S220/IMG_4445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29543301.post-115900185916910709</id><published>2006-09-23T18:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T18:57:39.183+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleh. Can't think of a title...</title><content type='html'>The two week break is here. But I guess, it's more like half gone. I can say that all I have been up to is studying in the library, going for work and yeah, I went on an accidental movie and an uncalled-for shopping spree. There's practically nothing to do. No offence to my Melbourne buddies, but I have been practically seeing the same people each day and it does get kinda boring. We all enjoy each other's company but I guess it's Melbourne that has nothing exciting for us to share our time together with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can do now is look forward to the trip to Great Ocean Road (hopefully, there is still one....) and if I am lucky enough, I will be going to the Royal Melbourne Show again this year, as I did the last. I thought the show was worth it last year. I really enjoyed the rides. I guess it helped me to just let myself go, have fun and destress. At this point of time, I reallllllyyy, desperately need some of that. I mean, could life actually get worse? Wondering why I am babbling away? Well, I guess, unlike some of you guys out there, I have yet to reach the point in life where everything makes sense. I am now stuck in the so called transition phase where everything I see in life seems...rather...hmmm..blurry? Oh well, I hope some of the guys would accompany me to the show this year, many of them thought the rides were scary somehow. The girls loved it, as far as I can remember. But oh yea, I think the only girls there last year were me and Sze Lin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy studying overseas. Away from home, the support and shelter you once had for like, the past (for me, 17) years of your life. If you're in a foreign land with siblings, half of your misery is taken away. If you're like me, just here on your own and having to depend on friends...All I can say is that, you had better have true friends. I guess many of the rest are enjoying the freedom and life in Melbourne but sometimes, I wished I was back home in Malaysia. In my own house, with my family and my dog, the one and only living thing I truly miss. But then, back home, I will have other things to cope with. Stress from the expectations of family members is the one most common thing teenagers (or those in their 20's i suppose....)might be facing. Not like it's not putting enough pressure on me when I am already 3000 plus miles away from home. When I am actually Home....it's worse. So, I don't know...where will I be happier? Melbourne or Malaysia? *whatever*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is, wherever I am now, the only life I am living in is none other than my own. So, it's practically all up to me to make the best of it. But, will I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Kelene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29543301-115900185916910709?l=kelenephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/115900185916910709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29543301&amp;postID=115900185916910709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/115900185916910709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/115900185916910709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/2006/09/bleh-cant-think-of-title.html' title='Bleh. Can&apos;t think of a title...'/><author><name>kelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15050773417575612031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZF5ZlwFiTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-ozdx-kTAmo/S220/IMG_4445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29543301.post-115808229907794340</id><published>2006-09-13T03:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T03:35:37.643+10:00</updated><title type='text'>QUack! QuaCK!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;GEeezz.....I am wide awake and it's 3am! This is bad. But yeah, was down with fever and having aches all over my body in the afternoon. Thanks to the late night I had preparing my seminar presentation. Got home around 5pm and slept all the way till now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing my seminar presentation is over. It wasn't that bad except for the fact that I was quacking away...I seriously felt like I sounded like a duck because of my annoying sore throat. But yeah, I was just trying to hold it there everytime I wanted to cough during my presentation. I had a mere 4 minutes to say everything I want (I had lots to say!) and I couldn't really just waste a few seconds coughing, or i'll be practically coughing my marks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few more days to my two week break. Not gonna be a honeymooney break though. Have studies to catch up with and finals will be here in just over a month after uni starts. Gawsh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just to allow you guys a little insight to WHY I fell sick today. I had so much preparations to do for my seminar (speech, visual aids, research...etc...)...And here's one of my art work on Paint which took me forever, for some reason. Maybe it's because the last time I used Paint was when I was 13 and had nothing else better to do (Hmm....Okay....I did use it for the drawing on my previous post...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here....knock yourself out while admiring my masterpiece....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/Skater%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;YEs! IT is a skater! Come on, say it looks like one...It does, right??? (This is used for an assessed presentation at university level......nope...not kindergarten)....*sighs*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here's the other one with arms apart....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/Skater%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I know this one looks wayyyy better, right? Right?!??!?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay, you decide and leave your comments.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Kelene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29543301-115808229907794340?l=kelenephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/115808229907794340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29543301&amp;postID=115808229907794340' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/115808229907794340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/115808229907794340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/2006/09/quack-quack.html' title='QUack! QuaCK!!!'/><author><name>kelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15050773417575612031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZF5ZlwFiTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-ozdx-kTAmo/S220/IMG_4445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29543301.post-115793602511241594</id><published>2006-09-11T10:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T10:56:08.576+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Depression, good ol' depression....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My current condition : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/save%20me.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The days have been rather depressing for some reason. Maybe it's because I was ill (even when that was for a short period of time). The weather in Melbourne has been rather Crazy for some reason...Once, I was out walking for just a couple of minutes and I have experienced strong winds, the brightly shining sun and yeah....heavy downpours. It's no miracle that I fell sick right after that, huh????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides all the crappy weather I had to put up with, my studies are kinda flowing down the ......... I've got no words to describe it so yeah, please guys, do the honours of filling in the blank for me. My study load has also been evidently piling up as I have just simply no motivation to stay on track with anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only good thing is that holidays will be here in a week and yeah, I hope that the 2 week break will actually release me off some depression but sometimes I think holidays can get more depressing as I would then have nothing to do but stay at home and rot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I think it's best for me to go off and prepare for my seminar presentation tomorrow (which I have done nothing about just yet), to save the few percentages for my Physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Kelene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29543301-115793602511241594?l=kelenephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/115793602511241594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29543301&amp;postID=115793602511241594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/115793602511241594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/115793602511241594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/2006/09/depression-good-ol-depression.html' title='Depression, good ol&apos; depression....'/><author><name>kelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15050773417575612031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZF5ZlwFiTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-ozdx-kTAmo/S220/IMG_4445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29543301.post-115752992490109639</id><published>2006-09-06T18:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T18:05:24.946+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I believe....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/29NgBfM8hKo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/29NgBfM8hKo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just wanna share my favourite dance video with you guys... Hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29543301-115752992490109639?l=kelenephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/115752992490109639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29543301&amp;postID=115752992490109639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/115752992490109639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/115752992490109639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>kelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15050773417575612031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZF5ZlwFiTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-ozdx-kTAmo/S220/IMG_4445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29543301.post-115745185973810625</id><published>2006-09-05T19:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T01:31:53.650+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A tribute....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;During Biology, my lecturer pin-pointed this quote "Play with it, but treat it with respect." Somehow, the quote did mean a lot to me and it got stuck in my head the whole day after that. The quote was by Steve Irwin. The name did ring a bell while I was in lecture but somehow, I wasn't able to figure out who he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home that day, I saw all these turtles on my MSN list with personal messages saying "RIP Steve Irwin." What a coincidence I thought. The guy just died? I soon found out he was the crocodile hunter. Now, that name, the Croc Hunter definitely reminded me about him. Back in Malaysia, I used to watch his shows on Animal Planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did think he was going to die doing his job one day (I know that is a mean thought) or maybe he might lose an arm to the crocs. Well, it was pretty shocking that he did die filming. Well, whether you guys out there like him or not (he did a shoot once with a croc while cradling his then infant child), he is still someone we should all have some respect for. He did introduce us to the world of reptiles and the wilderness like no one else ever did. Without him, we would not have been more acquainted to the world of the crocs, or would we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lovely, turtle-filled messenger list.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="256" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/turts.jpg" width="349" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yeah, a little blurry and small, but I bet you could see the green dots. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Somehow, some people beg to differ on the whole turtlish idea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Don't even ask me who is the great owner of the GOAT. I will keep his identity a secret. Pay some respect to Steve Irwin lah, Keith Pang (woops...) !!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 426px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="142" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/truts%202.jpg" width="620" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Kelene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29543301-115745185973810625?l=kelenephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/115745185973810625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29543301&amp;postID=115745185973810625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/115745185973810625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/115745185973810625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/2006/09/tribute.html' title='A tribute....'/><author><name>kelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15050773417575612031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZF5ZlwFiTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-ozdx-kTAmo/S220/IMG_4445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29543301.post-115677324332934366</id><published>2006-08-28T23:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T00:04:56.690+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Pierceeeeee....pierce!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/1600/DSC00298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px" height="250" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/DSC00298.jpg" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/1600/DSC00298.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shot was taken as boredom struck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my left ear now, with two new piercings. I never ever thought I would get more than just two piercings (one on each ear). It was actually a big NO-NO for me sometime ago. But I guess, you can never tell what actually will happen in the future or I suppose, you will never know what kind of person you might change into. I'm not saying I am a totally different person now that I have three piercings just on one ear, but then...I feel that I have somehow evolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sheesh* Well, my point here is, some people change with time and I guess it scares me sometimes. I see the eyes of a stranger on a familiar face. It's definitely tough to adjust to changes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been rather monotonous these few days for me. Today I felt as though I have achieved nothing although I went for my tutorial and attended three lectures in a row. I think this is the time in life where I seem to just keep doing the things I am supposed to do but I have no idea why I'm doing it. I have lost my drive. I don't really feel that I need to accomplish anything. Sometimes, I don't even know why I should wake up in the mornings. Why can't I just lay there?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I am sinking into depression. Perhaps I am facing too many problems that I just can't get myself to face it. Perhaps I need time alone. Perhaps I am just too tired of faking. Perhaps all I want is to show my true feelings and not hide them behind closed doors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perhaps I am heartbroken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/DSC00304.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Walking home on a quiet street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Kelene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29543301-115677324332934366?l=kelenephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/115677324332934366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29543301&amp;postID=115677324332934366' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/115677324332934366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/115677324332934366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/2006/08/pierceeeeeepierce.html' title='Pierceeeeee....pierce!'/><author><name>kelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15050773417575612031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZF5ZlwFiTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-ozdx-kTAmo/S220/IMG_4445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29543301.post-115535554813160372</id><published>2006-08-12T13:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T14:05:48.143+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Life with or without decisions?</title><content type='html'>I feel like I have too few hours in a day. Why? Well, take for example my day yesterday. I had a lecture from 9 am to 10am. Then a 3-hour Chemistry practical from 10 am to 1pm. At 1pm, I had to finish up an assignment in the library (I had to gobble up a sandwhich, standing because I had no time to sit) and then I had another two lectures from 2.15-4.15 pm. After that, just when I thought I had some time to sleep, I was WRONG! After reaching home, I had hardly an hour before I needed to head out to Uni again to watch the Chinese Musical Group's production. It lasted for more than two hours and ended at 10pm or so. Then, I went for dinner (because I was starving) and ended up having about 45 minutes after dinner to relax with my friends before I went to work at 12am to 5.30am! *pheewwww*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if I have so few hours...why am I wasting my time blogging? Come on, give me a break. I want to have at least SOME time to be able to do the things I want to do. I am thinking of quitting my job. But, I am going to miss earning! *sighs* dilemmas.... I don't want to quit because I love the little envelope of money I get every Monday but at the same time, I know if I don't stop working, I won't have time for my studies. I guess earning ain't everything for me now, it's studies, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's a part of life to make decisions. Somehow, we sometimes regret the decisions we make but we have to live with it for the rest of our lives. How are we to forgive ourselves then? Ok, probably I'm getting too deep in this whole decision thing. But there were some problems (which I do NOT wish to address here) which have been spinning my head around, and I can't seem to solve them as I am too afraid of the big 'D' word. Yeap...Decisions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be a spectator of life. And not be involved in it, having to make decisions which may change my life in the future. Hmmm...oh wait, is our life a life without decisions? If God has already planned a path for us, then is all decisions made by us arranged by him before hand? Can I really just relax and make any decision I want because it is all part of His plan? *faint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;WHaT am I to Do?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Kelene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29543301-115535554813160372?l=kelenephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/115535554813160372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29543301&amp;postID=115535554813160372' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/115535554813160372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/115535554813160372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/2006/08/life-with-or-without-decisions.html' title='Life with or without decisions?'/><author><name>kelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15050773417575612031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZF5ZlwFiTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-ozdx-kTAmo/S220/IMG_4445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29543301.post-115496144625829145</id><published>2006-08-07T23:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T00:37:26.353+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue M&amp;M's...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nearly a month has passed since my last entry. There HAS been changes since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I've got a new hair cut..... &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/DSC00212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have always wanted to go for a more boyish look....but the stylist won't seem to allow me to go for it. This was the shortest it went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My Hawker's buddy, David is no longer working. He's gone back to Malaysia. It's sad....Miss his lame jokes...hehe...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/DSC00253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the farewell. That's David in Green on the right. Well, we call him by his surname, Chew for obvious reasons. See the guy at the front? He's David too. There WERE more people. Seemed to have vanished from this photo. Somehow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. I have new past times...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/DSC00251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's Hubert (my roomie) and I on a day where we tried too hard to entertain ourselves. Yes, I'm in one of his really weird boxers (It's new! He has never worn it! I wouldn't have put it on otherwise!!! kekeke) and sweater. It was all HIS idea! Melbourne can get really boring sometimes.....No kidding. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. I am officially a year older....(unfortunately, not much wiser)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I turned 19. Feel depressed as I am now in my FINAL teenage year. How can that be? I want to be carefree....I am not ready to take up more responsibilities!!! *sighs* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, the only good side of birthdays are the presents and celebration with friends. Here's one really special gift. A whole jug of &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;BLUE &lt;/span&gt;M&amp;M's! I have always liked the &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; M&amp;amp;M's. Seeing a whole jug of it...........I just love it. Thanks =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/DSC00275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you, my friends for the other pressies. In fact, every single one meant a lot to me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Those are pretty much the main changes which occured. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Moving on, here is an &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;IMPORTANT&lt;/span&gt; reminder to my dear friends: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Indulgence &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;kills!&lt;/span&gt; But who can resist.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/DSC00152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/DSC00148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Or this???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes, I have pretty much been indulging in pretty much every sweet looking thing, pretty much too many times then I should be. The result? Looking pretty much the way I don't want to look like. I need a gym! Thank god tennis competitions are starting this week. Need the workout. Badly!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fbfbfb;color:#cc33cc;" &gt;Nineteen and independent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fbfbfb;color:#00cccc;" &gt;Kelene. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29543301-115496144625829145?l=kelenephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/115496144625829145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29543301&amp;postID=115496144625829145' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/115496144625829145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/115496144625829145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/2006/08/blue-mms.html' title='Blue M&amp;M&apos;s...'/><author><name>kelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15050773417575612031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZF5ZlwFiTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-ozdx-kTAmo/S220/IMG_4445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29543301.post-115261792969984728</id><published>2006-07-11T21:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T21:39:42.736+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Freezing temperatures + rain + strong winds</title><content type='html'>It's winter in Melbourne. All I want to do is just lay in my bed with my fluffy blanket and sleep my days off........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it has been about ten days since my last entry. I have just been sleeping too much the past week. Everytime I am home, I will be too tired to do anything, let alone put up a new post. As usual, I have been working and trying to earn more money. But oh well, earning more money will then lead to.....SHopPinG!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the day shopping at Chadstone and got just a few stuffs.....A new pair of boots, a sweater, two handbags and a pouch! Well, most of them were on sale...so, it's all good! I am still looking forward to pampering myself with part of the money I earned so far. Haha....Next up : A new haircut and dye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, holidays are passing by really quickly. I only have about two weeks left!!! *sighssss* Some of my friends are coming back this weekend and most of them will be back after a week or so. I have been complaining I have too much time to do nothing. But I guess, in the end I was busy with random stuffs. Like the Russell Peters show I watched a few days back. Really love that guy. To those of you who have no idea who he is, look for his video up in You Tube. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are shutting and my brain is not really functioning. Guess I am gonna end it here. The extremely cold weather now might be affecting my ability to come up with an interesting post. Sorry guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Kelene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29543301-115261792969984728?l=kelenephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/115261792969984728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29543301&amp;postID=115261792969984728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/115261792969984728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/115261792969984728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/2006/07/freezing-temperatures-rain-strong.html' title='Freezing temperatures + rain + strong winds'/><author><name>kelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15050773417575612031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZF5ZlwFiTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-ozdx-kTAmo/S220/IMG_4445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29543301.post-115173409811108952</id><published>2006-07-01T15:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T06:09:45.296+10:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a plane, it's a bird...nooo...it's a plane LAH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;To tell you the truth, I never liked Superman, even as a kid. But somehow, I thought that watching the movie would be different. I was disappointed. Kudos to the directors for some of the action packed scenes but I see no point in getting all tensed up or anything because I know....yea, yea....Superman will save the day. *bleh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was draggy as it seemed to be getting nowhere. There were countless scenes with Superman flying in the air (yes, with that Superman theme song or something). His flights in the air lasted for minutes each time. He just keeps flying and flying...and flying. Okay, I know that's what Superman does, but.....yeah, I get the point! There was just something missing in the movie, it didn't manage to capture the audiences (well, at least me...and a couple of people around me in the cinema). My friend couldn't stop moving around in his seat and checking the time on his watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna look at the movie as a chick flick, it's not too bad after all...With Superman and Ms. Lane having some romantic encounters. But...they didn't even kiss at the end of the movie! *sighsssss* Superman just Fliesss away, again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess....this is all the credit Superman will get from me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/superman%20squirrel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have been on a movie marathon for the past three days...Watched Click, Just My Luck and Superman Returns one night after the other. I have no idea if these movies are already out of date in Malaysia. But yeah, peeps in Malaysia, these are the movies playing here in Melbourne. I can't wait to see Captain Jack soon. Heheheee....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, here are a couple of photos illustrating the other "events" in my life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This one was taken a few days ago at Federation Square with Tiffany. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/DSC00141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We were there to watch Australia vs Italy with the Aussie crowd of about...I think 5o thousand. Well, we had to leave at half time because the Aussies were just so tall, we had to tip toe and continuously stretch ourselves vertically to even catch a glimpsed of the screen. Yes, we are, being Asians, vertically challenged. Well, watching the rest of the match with some other Hawker's peeps at a friend's place was way better! We had a couch to sit on and the highlight of the night were the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tim Tams&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pringles&lt;/span&gt;. Haha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wondering how is work? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/DSC00137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It's still going on as usual...........*wink*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Kelene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29543301-115173409811108952?l=kelenephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/115173409811108952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29543301&amp;postID=115173409811108952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/115173409811108952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/115173409811108952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-plane-its-birdnoooits-plane-lah.html' title='It&apos;s a plane, it&apos;s a bird...nooo...it&apos;s a plane LAH!'/><author><name>kelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15050773417575612031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZF5ZlwFiTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-ozdx-kTAmo/S220/IMG_4445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29543301.post-115128969405798078</id><published>2006-06-26T12:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T16:33:57.463+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm on my way to the Lolly Store!</title><content type='html'>There's a bad thing about the path I take to work. I walk past this lolly store and...70% of the time, I am not able to resist my chocolate temptations. I will just walk right in, and out I come with a bag of chocolates! *sighs* I may feel guilty after eating them, but really, I can NEVER resist chocolates!! Is it a girl thing?...but I do know of some girls who just have zero interest in chocs (They're just SAD). I really think I should walk through some other paths to get to work in the future...but I don't think it's happening in the nearrr future though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those of you who are chocolate fanatics and also love peanut butter.....Here is a range of chocolate + peanut butter goodies you should have a go at! The taste of the peanut butter covered in chocs......*yummmmmmm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/400/DSC00139.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Yes...I just couldn't resist the M &amp; M's......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has still never changed. I just finished two days in a row of 5pm to 5am shifts. Crazeeee! But yeah, I survived!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; You know, there's an interesting thing about working in Hawker's. I am able to observed customers from all walks of life. Sometimes, I find it amusing about how different people can be. I saw this couple coming in, and the guy made his way to the opposite side of the table, pulled out the chair for his partner and made sure she was comfortably seated. He only took a seat after helping her take of her jacket and putting her handbag aside. I was like..."Awwwww......" My friend who worked at Hawker's with me that night told me that this couple had been coming in for quite sometime now, and the guy has always been really really sweet to her...Come on lah guys, how many of you actually do that for your partners, huh? HuH? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And.....just as I was admiring that couple, another couple came in. The guy walked in first and pulled out a chair (I was thinking...ooo....looks like there aRE some good guys left...) and the girl came in after and sat down. The guy's face had this expression : "Err.....I pulled the seat out for myself." He tapped the girl on her back, gave her a look and went over to sit on the opposite side reluctantly.... My friend, who also saw them, was laughing out loud behind the counter. What a CONTRAST from the previous couple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys.....the next time around....&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;KNOW&lt;/span&gt; what to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Kelene&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29543301-115128969405798078?l=kelenephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/115128969405798078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29543301&amp;postID=115128969405798078' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/115128969405798078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/115128969405798078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-on-my-way-to-lolly-store.html' title='I&apos;m on my way to the Lolly Store!'/><author><name>kelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15050773417575612031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZF5ZlwFiTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-ozdx-kTAmo/S220/IMG_4445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29543301.post-115081812895814432</id><published>2006-06-21T00:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T02:14:27.146+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Ban Mee and.....Bang Me?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am soooooo exhausted from working almost every day. Cleaning tables, making drinks (I am now a "pro" Teh Tarik-er), serving people and handling money for hours and hours! My shift on weekends starts at 5pm and ends at 5am....Yup...this Cafe opens till 5am on weekends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/200/Down.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Actually, I wouldn't mind being at Hawker's Cafe because really, I have no where else to spend my time this holidays. BUT, those of you who have done some sort of customer service related jobs would know the frustration you might have faced while trying please weeeeirrrd customers. Customers who enter at about 3am or 4am are very much typical : They all have the same pink blush and can't walk in a straight line. Yup, they all have just been at their favourite club gulping down alcohol. It's NOT easy entertaining these people!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here's a little moment I had with a drunk guy and his buddies:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me : Sir, are you ready to order?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Drunk guy : Hmmmm.....*gulps*...I want a "Ban Mee" (to those of you who aren't familiar with asian cuisine...this is simply a kind of dry noodles)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Buddy : Oohhh.... He wants you to bang him!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me : Er....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Drunk guy : Yes, Bang Me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me : Just a Ban MEe, sir?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Drunk guy : HAhaha...YEsss....One BanG ME!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Buddies : Come on, one Bang Me (Ban Mee)...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me : Err....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh well, the conversation went on with me trying to convince his buddies that he wanted a Ban Mee and not a Bang Me? *sighs* YEa...aNd, I later served the BAN MEE to him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, thus it's not always easy to fake a smile all night. Some customers are just out there to get to you. There are some others who would just simply mess up the table, like spilling half the bowl of noodles or congee on the floor with the excuse of being influenced by alcohol. *sheesH* Some can't even make their way out without knocking chairs or tables over.... And all I have to do is continue to SMILE...*Cheeersss*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/200/Fake_Smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But, the moment I turn my back to them.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/200/Angry_Wink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I wish I could do this.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/200/Naughty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;before I serve them their food. But nah....I am still sane enough not to do such things &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(I REALLY AM!!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ok, that's enough about work. I know you guys would probably be bored reading about me at work. Sorry to say, but that's pretty much all that's happening...Hmmm...Well, wait...I still have SOME life outside work......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="224" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/DSC01073.jpg" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Seeeee...I still go to movies and have JUMBO popcorns!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(with some girls from Hawkers...together, we take on the customers!!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/DSC01083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In the cinema...(That's Irawan, a guy also from Hawker's, having a go at our popcorn...a skill he learnt from working in the kitchen...hahaha)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That's it for this entry. Will update you guys more!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Kelene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29543301-115081812895814432?l=kelenephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/115081812895814432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29543301&amp;postID=115081812895814432' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/115081812895814432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/115081812895814432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/2006/06/of-ban-mee-andbang-me.html' title='Of Ban Mee and.....Bang Me?!?!?!'/><author><name>kelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15050773417575612031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZF5ZlwFiTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-ozdx-kTAmo/S220/IMG_4445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29543301.post-115069962184204356</id><published>2006-06-19T16:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T16:48:20.800+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do guys "shiver" when they pee?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Gloomy day today. One by one, everyone is leaving for home. Cuzzy (real name, Gavin...) left two days ago. This morning, Nicholas and Pearly headed back to Singapore. Hmm...and not long ago, Jason went back to Malaysia. I don't really mind staying here in Melbourne, but...sighs...not seeing those guys for a month seems pretty long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, spent the day shopping with Nic, Mic and Pearly on Chapel Street. *sighs* I spent more money! I guess I really can't resist the temptation of getting something new. Oh well, I shall just comfort myself with the fact that I am working almost everyday and.. I SHOULD be earning faster than I spend, I hope. *grins* Lunch on Chapel Street was at TGI Fridays. Haha... by the way, were you wondering why I had such a title for this entry? Hmmm...well, Nic was adament about the fact that guys shiver due to the fact that we lose heat energy from our bodies while peeing! Pearly and I returned to the table from the washroom at TGI and we put on our jackets because it was cold. Nic went "YEah! Cos you guys just went to pee...you lost heat." Pearly and I were laughing out loud thinking it was a joke. But....no...Nic was serious. Huh?!?!? I don't think we lose that much heat to feel cold after we pee!!! ...and Nic went on to say, " Why do you think guys shiver when they pee???" Well, you guys have a think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, lunch was pretty filling. We went on shopping after. Haha...I bought some accessories, a new cropped jacket and....a long sleeve striped tee! Woo hoo....Shops started to close at 5...Awww... so we headed back to Nic's place. There the guys started to arrange white tiles as entertainment. Darn....I don't understand which part of that is fun! Oh, the game is actually called MAHJONG. Well, I fell asleep at about 6 something at Nic's place and woke up to swearing from the guys and the loud banging of those annoying white tiles. It was 10.30pm!!! Mannnnn....four hours of Mahjong! And they were still playing....... OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, "dinner" was at 11 something at Nuttorno's. Yummm...had veal, risotto...and some of Nic's pizza. I am soooo gonna get fat. Especially with the Tim Tam delight cake I had at the end. Only finished dinner at 1 something in the morning. Did I say I am so going to get fat? *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to watch soccer at a pub. But gheeee....it was too smoky and crowded so I headed home. Blah! Oh well, an outline of my day yesterday...I am so gonna miss hanging out with those people. Soon, by next week...I will have pretty much no one to hang out with!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh...I still have the Hawker's Gang...which reminds me...movie with them in two hours! Yay! But...What should I wear?????? eik!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Kelene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29543301-115069962184204356?l=kelenephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/115069962184204356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29543301&amp;postID=115069962184204356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/115069962184204356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/115069962184204356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/2006/06/why-do-guys-shiver-when-they-pee.html' title='Why do guys &quot;shiver&quot; when they pee?'/><author><name>kelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15050773417575612031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZF5ZlwFiTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-ozdx-kTAmo/S220/IMG_4445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29543301.post-115029849660620087</id><published>2006-06-15T00:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T01:53:42.216+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Curry puffs here, curry puffs there....curry puffs...EveRywhEre?!?!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Sighss...my back hurts from making curry puffs. Standing up while making loads of curry puffs ain't fun...To those of you who probably doesn't know, I am working in a Malaysian cafe in Chinatown. It's called Hawkers' Cafe. (sheesh I miss true Malaysian hawker food!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Have been working there for the past couple of months. Only on weekends. However, this week, during the holidays, I have been working everyday....yeap...exams ended on Friday and I started working on Saturday, and then Sunday, Monday, Tuesday....Wednesday (today) and I will be working tomorrow and the day after that. I feel like a full time waitress. Oh well, thankfully the people at Hawkers' are really fun to work with. I am thankful that I am working there (in a way!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Hmmm...I have been thinking about whether I should carry on with blogging. I am not quite sure if my life will be interesting enough for people to read about. Oh well, I will just keep writing for now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Met up with the gang for dinner today. Most of them will be back in Malaysia or Singapore by next week and here I'll be, stuck in this cold, dark Melbourne for another....6 weeks of holidays? I want to go home!!!! I guess screaming out loud won't help. I will still be here tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Oh well, that's for today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Kelene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;P.S. Here's an idea of work.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/DSC00123.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In Hawkers' kitchen on a quiet night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(this rarely happens, as I am usually running around with loads of stuff to do....) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Below : "Handsome boy" @ Huat at work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/320/DSC00124.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29543301-115029849660620087?l=kelenephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/115029849660620087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29543301&amp;postID=115029849660620087' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/115029849660620087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/115029849660620087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/2006/06/curry-puffs-here-curry-puffs.html' title='Curry puffs here, curry puffs there....curry puffs...EveRywhEre?!?!!'/><author><name>kelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15050773417575612031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZF5ZlwFiTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-ozdx-kTAmo/S220/IMG_4445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29543301.post-115000475418413760</id><published>2006-06-11T15:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T02:06:55.923+10:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the start.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/1600/DSC00113.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" height="157" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7407/3149/200/DSC00113.0.jpg" width="132" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a new beginning. This is my newest blog. I was thinking that starting a blog would be a great way to spend my 7 weeks of winter holidays here in Melbourne. To my friends back in Malaysia and to those of you who haven't seen me for quite some time now, hope this blog will give you an insight to my life here in Australia. To those of you with me here in Melbourne, take a glimpse once in awhile although you might already have some idea of what's going on. *gulp*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, gotta run off to work now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Kelene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29543301-115000475418413760?l=kelenephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/115000475418413760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29543301&amp;postID=115000475418413760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/115000475418413760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29543301/posts/default/115000475418413760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelenephoa.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-start.html' title='It&apos;s the start.'/><author><name>kelene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15050773417575612031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNHrREoyrvo/SZF5ZlwFiTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-ozdx-kTAmo/S220/IMG_4445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
