<?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-8276128</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:02:09.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enter hilarious blog title here</title><subtitle type='html'>Friendship is like pissing in your pants...
Everyone can see it, 
But only YOU can feel it's true warmth.  Thank you for being the piss in my 
pants.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>165</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-3097827092432201869</id><published>2007-11-13T20:36:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T20:50:33.199+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Superliminal</title><content type='html'>Was flicking channels last week (I think it was last week, the days seem to run together now!) and saw some ABC program about the Arias shown on Channel 10. Subliminal messages! Apparently Channel 10 was inserting adverts into music video clips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I searched youtube, found a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0kzBI72lMZQ"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;. (Have no idea how to post the video, so you'll just have to click the link and watch it that way). If you have trouble finding the subliminal message, pause around 00:02, 00:12, and around 00:20. Have a desire to buy Olay? Well, I don't. How do these subliminal messages work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It cracks me up! Reminds me of that episode of The Simpsons where N*SYNC were featured, about joining the navy. The general guy said there were 3 types of messages: liminal, subliminal, and superliminal. Superliminal - hey you! Join the navy! (Sorry, probably only die hard Simpson fans would know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "Advertising may be described as the science of arresting the human intelligence long enough to get money from it." -- Stephen Leacock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-3097827092432201869?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/3097827092432201869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=3097827092432201869' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/3097827092432201869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/3097827092432201869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2007/11/superliminal.html' title='Superliminal'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-997409200078050639</id><published>2007-10-04T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T14:49:45.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worryingly?</title><content type='html'>Finally finished prac. Woohoo for me. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been falling asleep at the randomest times: during a church leader's meeting, during FNL, and most worryingly (is that a word?) during work. Didn't know think it was possible to be falling asleep during work (as I talk for most of the time). But I fell asleep when the child was answering a question that I asked. Luckily he didn't notice that I was asleep and just kept on repeating his answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must clean room. I literally can't see the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo Chris Judd. Boo.  :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-997409200078050639?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/997409200078050639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=997409200078050639' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/997409200078050639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/997409200078050639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2007/10/worryingly.html' title='Worryingly?'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-770406621340251564</id><published>2007-08-27T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T22:33:31.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The oxymoronic life</title><content type='html'>Hmm, I wonder if anyone still checks the updates on this blog? :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I had given up for a while -- I really didn't have time and couldn't be bothered typing. I still don't have time now, but hey, I'm a queen of procrastinating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am on my final prac for the year/course, so woohoo! One week down, five more prac weeks to go! Super (or, as my students spell it -- soopa) tired, but in a good way? Fulfilled exhaustion? Oxymoron? Eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I've realised that annoys me a lot: not putting texta lids back on the textas. I have an almost obsessive compulsion to put lids back on textas if I see it! I know, rather random but.. put your lids back on your textas people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yet another embarrassing moment in the life of Alison ------ my grandmother's 80th b'day is coming soon: us grandchildren have to get up on stage and sing 2 Cantonese songs (complete with actions). Woohoo to the max... :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought this was hilarious ([o:)E Tilt your head to the right! It's a face with hair! Wahahaha... (courtesy of Vanessa - credit where credit is due!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: :If you have no money, be polite." -- Danish Proverb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-770406621340251564?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/770406621340251564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=770406621340251564' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/770406621340251564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/770406621340251564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2007/08/oxymoronic-life.html' title='The oxymoronic life'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-2511474032858722987</id><published>2007-06-15T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T22:37:01.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That I like best</title><content type='html'>My Dad picks the fruit&lt;br /&gt;That goes to Cottees&lt;br /&gt;That makes the cordial&lt;br /&gt;That I like best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember that ad? I have that song in my head right now. It's such a weird song, doesn't really make sense. But I suppose it's a testament to how effective the ad was if I'm still singing it! Or maybe I'm just a bit sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished all my exams today. Five! A record for me! Woohoo! Too bad I still have uni next week -- intensive workshops.. :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life is good eh? I just like complaining that's all. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "Not to be absolutely certain is, I think, one of the essential things in rationality." -- Bertrand Russell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-2511474032858722987?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/2511474032858722987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=2511474032858722987' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/2511474032858722987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/2511474032858722987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2007/06/that-i-like-best.html' title='That I like best'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-9184820688688467618</id><published>2007-05-20T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T00:25:08.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grot-ness</title><content type='html'>Hey guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really feel like posting, I feel like going to sleep. What am I doing here at midnight??! I must be delirious from lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like going to sleep but I need to take a shower. And I really don't feel like taking a shower, so I'm posting. Yeah, I'm a grot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished my 2 week prac at Bogan Primary School (ahaha, just kidding) on Friday. It's a nice school, I really am kidding about the bogan-ness of it. Sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One kid: "I'm really rich because my family eat McDonalds every night for dinner!"&lt;br /&gt;Another kid: "Well I'm rich too because we eat McDonalds too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only about 6 more months to go and I'm finished. I'm really tired of all this. Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "Always be nice to your children because they are the ones who will choose your rest home." -- Phyllis Diller&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-9184820688688467618?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/9184820688688467618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=9184820688688467618' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/9184820688688467618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/9184820688688467618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2007/05/grot-ness.html' title='Grot-ness'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-4497709296542222691</id><published>2007-04-05T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T21:47:42.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter time</title><content type='html'>So tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished working as a Easter Bunny &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;minder&lt;/span&gt; -- really fun, but unfit legs and feet are hurting now. :[ It's great work, basically what I had to do was to walk around with the Easter Bunny, carry around the Easter eggs and hand them out to kids. These parents came up to us and told us to find their son Matthew - this kid in an Eagles guernsey - and scare him. So we went round Target, stalking this kid. Hilarious stuff, watching the Easter Bunny chase after a kid, shouting the kid's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cracked me up, that Easter Bunny. Never seen one perform air guitar until tonight. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw two types of kids tonight -- the kid who shouts from the other side of the shopping centre, "HEY! It's the Easter Bunny!!" (and comes racing over). And the other type of kid who runs behind mum and starts crying. Aww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave the eggs out but the kids thank the Easter Bunny! How selfish of the Easter Bunny to take my credit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Easter people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "I have often wished I had time to cultivate modesty.. But I am too busy thinking about myself." -- Edith Sitwell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-4497709296542222691?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/4497709296542222691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=4497709296542222691' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/4497709296542222691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/4497709296542222691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2007/04/easter-time.html' title='Easter time'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-4908643845415562402</id><published>2007-03-27T11:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T11:38:55.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marching on</title><content type='html'>Trying my best to post regularly! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always feel that March is the longest month of the year. I suppose that's also because February only has 28 days, so when you get to March... yeah, actually it doesn't really make sense. But we did just gain an extra hour the other day -- daylight savings is over. And April usually has so many holidays -- Easter, ANZAC Day... and so by comparison, March is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt;. I know, still doesn't really make much sense. But yay, it's almost over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the people who came to my graduation! Made me feel popular! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I suppose it's time for some random pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3U0WTfKH0Nk/RgiNhvEejfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-RYWmhmbERc/s1600-h/DSC01465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3U0WTfKH0Nk/RgiNhvEejfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-RYWmhmbERc/s320/DSC01465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046438993179086322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vibe Winthrop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3U0WTfKH0Nk/RgiOePEejgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1pTyBP26R6E/s1600-h/DSC01477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3U0WTfKH0Nk/RgiOePEejgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1pTyBP26R6E/s320/DSC01477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046440032561171970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At Angeline &amp; Marvin's graduation -- Vibe Crawley (past and present!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how could I not post this one??!! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_3U0WTfKH0Nk/RgiG9fEejeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U2t456rYJIw/s1600-h/DSC01452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3U0WTfKH0Nk/RgiG9fEejeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U2t456rYJIw/s320/DSC01452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046431773339061730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ooh, look at the mousse cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hahahaha... anyway, thanks again guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "We try to grab pieces of our lives as they speed past us. Photographs freeze those pieces and help us remember how we were. We don't know these lost people, but if you look around, you'll find someone just like them." -- Gene McSweeney&lt;br /&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/8276128-4908643845415562402?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/4908643845415562402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=4908643845415562402' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/4908643845415562402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/4908643845415562402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2007/03/marching-on.html' title='Marching on'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3U0WTfKH0Nk/RgiNhvEejfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-RYWmhmbERc/s72-c/DSC01465.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-5388820123518918185</id><published>2007-03-19T09:57:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T10:19:47.579+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Parking</title><content type='html'>No uni for two weeks, so I'm pretty excited! :] Yay, no more "stalking people for car park spots" for awhile. You know, when you get to uni late and there isn't any car parking spots left? And even with my lovely free-parking-anywhere sticker (all thanks to Amy! Yay!), I can't seem to find any places. So I am reduced to creepily following people (me in my car, while they're walking) to wherever they parked. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And twice now, I have thought that my car was stolen. I was walking around for about 10mins, going, "I swear I parked here... where's my car!!" Walking up and down the carpark in the burning sun. But my car was parked somewhere else. :] I refuse to believe I was wrong! I bet someone just broke into my car, and parked it somewhere else as a joke... these sick people nowadays.. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "There is never enough time, unless you're serving it." -- Malcom Forbes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, and I'm graduating today. Finally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-5388820123518918185?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/5388820123518918185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=5388820123518918185' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/5388820123518918185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/5388820123518918185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2007/03/parking.html' title='Parking'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-117246472652864805</id><published>2007-02-26T13:09:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T13:40:24.786+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The colour of grass...</title><content type='html'>Haven't been blogging for a while, nor checking out other people's blogs. Just went looking today, and guess what?! Dorcas is back?! And doing law?! Wow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like a good thunderstorm, so good to see that there was one today. Except that it was in February, so that's a little weird. Hope it has nothing to do with the whole global warming/climate change stuff that's going on. I've found that I've turned somewhat into a greenie. :] Not a hardcore greenie (i.e. not a no-hair-washing-live-in-a-tent greenie), but mainly trying to save water! Quick showers! Not washing my car! ---&gt; although that may be just laziness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "I have discovered that all human evil comes from this, man's being unable to sit still in a room." -- Blaise Pascal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Edit* Just realised that this post is exactly one month since my last one. How exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-117246472652864805?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/117246472652864805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=117246472652864805' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/117246472652864805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/117246472652864805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2007/02/colour-of-grass.html' title='The colour of grass...'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-116977813034606122</id><published>2007-01-26T11:07:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T11:22:10.363+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Australia Day people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro showed me this eBay auction that just finished a few days ago. It's about this Australian man who is putting his life up for sale. He has around 15 close friends (and two nemeses) which he'll introduce to you. And if you are the winning bidder, you'll also "have access to a cruisy job in march delivering fruit". Sounds exciting. Anyway, to view the site, click &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com.au/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;item=110078904033"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt; It's really funny. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much it for the posting though, I haven't got much else to say. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "The purpose of life is to fight maturity." -- Dick Werthimer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-116977813034606122?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/116977813034606122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=116977813034606122' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/116977813034606122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/116977813034606122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-australia-day-people-my-bro.html' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-116510349140249138</id><published>2006-12-03T08:43:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T08:54:39.980+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can't believe I didn't post for November. :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this should be a quick and short post, I'm off for Singapore today. Woohoo! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daylight savings starts today, which is totally weird. Where did my hour go? It just floated off into space... As you can see, I'm delirous from my one-hour-less of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hope you all have a great Christmas -- if I don't post before then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, its almost 9am, not 8am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have not been discovered" -- Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-116510349140249138?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/116510349140249138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=116510349140249138' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/116510349140249138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/116510349140249138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2006/12/cant-believe-i-didnt-post-for-november.html' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-116219225731556086</id><published>2006-10-30T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T15:10:57.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Setting our udders forward..</title><content type='html'>Finally finished my thesis!!!!!!!!!! Woohoo for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're thinking of having daylight savings in WA... Apparantly we'll all know by this week if the motion or whatever has passed for the 3 year trial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it has, then day light savings will start on the 3rd of December. Incidently, that's the day we're leaving to go to Singapore. Good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I love the excuses that people give for not wanting to have day light savings. Because the curtains will fade faster (???), or because the cows will get disorientated. Poor cows. Because of course, as Tom Gleisner said on the radio, the cows are going to have to set their udders forward 1 hour if we have daylight savings. :] Hilarious stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "Don't be irreplaceable. If you can't be replaced, you cant't be promoted." -- Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for Ah Hooi Hooi.. hope you're doing something adventurous today! :] Happy birthday for tomorrow! :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-116219225731556086?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/116219225731556086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=116219225731556086' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/116219225731556086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/116219225731556086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2006/10/setting-our-udders-forward.html' title='Setting our udders forward..'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-116061234056411790</id><published>2006-10-12T08:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T08:20:37.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, I don't think I've ever been this busy in my whole entire life. After everything is done and handed in, I'm going to go and buy myself a big present. Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is a short post as I really don't have any time to waste... Hmmm, except for these few minutes now that I've spent writing this sentence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Christine, Jessica, and Jo: Have an awesome trip. I'm so jealous. Sorry I didn't get to see you guys before you left!!! :] Think of me while I'm slogging away and you're having fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No random quote, no time to go and look!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-116061234056411790?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/116061234056411790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=116061234056411790' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/116061234056411790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/116061234056411790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2006/10/wow-i-dont-think-ive-ever-been-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-115915676231429034</id><published>2006-09-25T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T12:02:22.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringing back the thumbs</title><content type='html'>Thanks for all the comments. You guys crack me up. :] I tried the "strike" thing. It worked, but the colour of the strike was weird light blue. So didn't look too good. So that brings me to my next question -- How do you change the colour of the strike? :] Cheers. But I did delete the links to those people who deleted their blog. :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I told Amy that I would blog about this, so... whatever happened to the thumbs-up sign? Not many people do it anymore. Instead, we have weird rock-star signs, where the ring and middle fingers are bent down and the other fingers are pointing up... Or the "I'm-so-cool" sign, where the little and ring fingers are bent down and the other three fingers are straight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, if Justin Timberlake is bringing sexy back, then I'm bringing back the thumbs. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think this post has confirmed it -- I am a loser. Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "Do not choose to be wrong for the sake of being different." -- Lord Samuel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, just realised -- I've been blogging for exactly two years now. Hooray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-115915676231429034?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/115915676231429034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=115915676231429034' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/115915676231429034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/115915676231429034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2006/09/bringing-back-thumbs.html' title='Bringing back the thumbs'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-115693026207777334</id><published>2006-08-30T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T17:31:02.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eerie silence...</title><content type='html'>Yes, I shall have one more post before August ends and September begins. Appreciate all the comments -- 13! Probably a record for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am again sitting in g25 waiting for cell. Its kinda creepy because there's no one else in g25. Usually there is at least one or two people, or at least someone in the Psychos lounge. I'm all alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with everyone deleting their blogs? Half the people on my friends list either have deleted their blog or don't post anymore. Kinda sad. :[ I like reading other people's blogs, especially if I don't see them everyday. Or if they're living somewhere else in the world. Globalisation at its best. What's the script thingy for that strikethrough-the-word thing? I'd like to cancel out the blogs instead of deleting them (heehee, so it looks like I still have some friends).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also adding a thesis-words-count to my blog. So that you guys can see how much I haven't done. :] And perhaps it'll motivate me to actually write something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year is almost over. How depressing. It's definately my last sem in UWA, so I should enjoy these lonesome times in g25 while I have the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The AFL grand final is coming up pretty soon - how quick was the season!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, that was rather random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quote below is about loneliness - not really random I suppose, considering the eerie silence around me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "To be alone is to be different, to be different is to be alone."-- Suzanne Gordon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-115693026207777334?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/115693026207777334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=115693026207777334' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/115693026207777334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/115693026207777334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2006/08/eerie-silence.html' title='Eerie silence...'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-115451099063195282</id><published>2006-08-02T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T17:31:48.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaria antibodies</title><content type='html'>The next post is now Simon. :] It normally wouldn't be, except that I''m bored in g25 waiting for cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, not much to say... nothing interesting happening in my life (which is a good thing)! Ooh, I gave blood a few weeks ago and they sent me back a letter a couple of days ago. Apparantly I have malaria antibodies in my blood (how exciting!), which they said can be accounted for in three ways:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) I previously had malaria&lt;br /&gt;(2) I have malaria right now&lt;br /&gt;(3) The test is wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, the photo in the library of Dorcas and Sharon has mysteriously disappeared! Not sure where its gone, perhaps they have a secret admirer who fell in love with the photo so they broke into Riverton Library after hours and stole the photo! Ahaha, I need some stimulation. :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Added Hanh's blog to my list! Yay, it looks like I have lots of friends. Well, not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quote is like the motto of my life! I think its such a great quote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "Someone's boring me. I think it's me." -- Dylan Thomas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-115451099063195282?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/115451099063195282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=115451099063195282' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/115451099063195282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/115451099063195282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2006/08/malaria-antibodies.html' title='Malaria antibodies'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-115330883685103738</id><published>2006-07-19T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T19:33:56.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, what a shock that I'm posting so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vibebentley.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://vibebentley.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, its so great to see a cell so full on. Makes me kinda jealous. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-115330883685103738?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/115330883685103738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=115330883685103738' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/115330883685103738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/115330883685103738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2006/07/yes-what-shock-that-im-posting-so-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-115310885434189768</id><published>2006-07-17T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T12:00:54.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, I am aware its the middle of July and I haven't posted anything for almost a month. Apologies. Been quite lazy because its the holidays etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from church camp yesterday, with the awesome ah Hooi Hooi driving. I have a picture on the camera, but not loaded into the computer yet. Hope you weren't going slowly insane with us girls in the car! Camp was great -- good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally different note, this was what I was supposed to post earlier, but never got around to it... Is it illegal to wear balaclavas (or whatever else is used by robbers - stockings etc) outside?? Because if you weren't intending stage a hold-up, it would be okay to wear it, right? I mean, we're not so tightly controlled by the government that they dictate what we wear right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is very stereotypical -- if I saw someone wearing a balaclava or a stocking on their head I would run away. Or at least walk very fast in the opposite direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "So live that you wouldn't be ashamed to sell the family parrot to the town gossip." -- Will Rogers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-115310885434189768?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/115310885434189768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=115310885434189768' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/115310885434189768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/115310885434189768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2006/07/yes-i-am-aware-its-middle-of-july-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-115095852382901332</id><published>2006-06-22T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T14:43:12.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trolley etiquette</title><content type='html'>Wanted to blog about two things, but I'll save one for my next post. I have to, seeing as I'm desperately running out of things to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went grocery shopping at Woolies on Saturday. Busy day for shopping. The trollies (is that how you spell the plural of trolley? It looks weird, like the plural of troll or something) have turned massive. They're really wide and high now, like they're discriminating against short people like me. Hard to maneuver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my next stupid and pointless question. Are there any trolley &lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;etiquette&lt;/span&gt; rules for maneuvering trollies? Stick to the left-hand side of the aisle? Don't stop your trolley at the frozen food section? Give way to elderly and people with children??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a whole different topic (sorry, no segue), I went to the Riverton library today. Guess what I saw on the counter?? A photo of Dorcas and Sharon at their graduation!!! How random! Why is it stuck there? There are no other photos there. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "I know enough to know that when you're in a pickle... call Mum." -- Jennifer Garner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-115095852382901332?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/115095852382901332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=115095852382901332' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/115095852382901332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/115095852382901332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2006/06/trolley-etiquette.html' title='Trolley etiquette'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-115026388140463632</id><published>2006-06-14T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T13:44:41.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sport</title><content type='html'>Wow, a new post. How exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Eagles v Carlton game on Sunday, because of the awesome Mei'en. Probably the best game I've seen up close, because it was so exciting. The other games I've seen at Subiaco the Eagles win throughout the whole thing. In this game, Carlton were winning by like 30 points in the fourth quarter. Eagles kicked like 5 goals in 10 minutes. Very very exciting stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to say congrats to the Socceroos, even though I don't follow soccer. I totally thought they were going to lose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine a World Cup Australian Rules Football games? That would be cool. Can't really imagine many countries playing though, it is kinda rough. Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "Sport is imposing order on what was chaos." -- Anthony Starr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-115026388140463632?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/115026388140463632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=115026388140463632' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/115026388140463632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/115026388140463632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2006/06/sport.html' title='Sport'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-114982465537312127</id><published>2006-06-09T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T11:44:15.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahaha, sorry Simon for not posting. I have been busy. Seriously. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone been watching The Amazing Race (Thursdays, Channel 7, 9.30pm)?? They actually came to Perth a few weeks ago. I guess they ran out of interesting places to visit. :] Hehe.. Anyway, what I found hilarious was when none of the teams could get a taxi, yelling things like, "where are all the taxis around here??!!" Whaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that made me laugh. One of my autistic kids:&lt;br /&gt;Me: Are you tired?&lt;br /&gt;Josh: I'm not tired, I'm Joshua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I thought it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the new blog title Joe. Hilarious stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "The secret of a good memory is attention, and attention to a subject depends upon our interest in it. We rarely forget that which has made a deep impression on our minds."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best for your exams guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-114982465537312127?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/114982465537312127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=114982465537312127' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/114982465537312127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/114982465537312127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2006/06/ahaha-sorry-simon-for-not-posting_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-114870590209907973</id><published>2006-05-27T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T15:46:53.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cubs</title><content type='html'>Listening to breakfast radio when driving to work on Wednesday. I like Em, Wippa, and Ollie (92.9). But I switch stations a lot, so listening to Nathan and Nat (Nova, 93.7), they were talking about Cubs. I thought it was hilarious. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how there are labels for people??&lt;br /&gt;Yuppies, Dinks (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;ouble &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;ncome &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;ids)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how do you know if your a cub?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you live on the outskirts of Perth?&lt;br /&gt;Are you a skilled worker earning 100,000 a year?&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a ute/plasma TV/jet ski?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you answered 'yes', then you're a cub. A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;ashed&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;p &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;ogan. Apparantly there's a lot of them around in Perth nowadays. Which does highlight one thing for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can earn a decent (or more than decent) living without going to uni. But, education is the key, as the skilled workers would've done some course/apprenticeship in their lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous cubs? (according to Nathan and Nat) Shane Warne, Bec Cartwright and Lleyton Hewitt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what a bogan is? Click &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bogan"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for the Wikipedia article.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-114870590209907973?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/114870590209907973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=114870590209907973' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/114870590209907973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/114870590209907973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2006/05/cubs.html' title='Cubs'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-114739695268357971</id><published>2006-05-12T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T11:14:49.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet Urinals</title><content type='html'>Nothing interesting happening in my life, so I've decided to rip stuff of things I've read. Like this month's issue of Reader's Digest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pop Quiz: While sitting at a computer, have you ever felt the urge to pee? Of course you have! In darker times, before the dawn of the age of the Internet Urinal, you probably responded by doing something crazy such as - oh, I don't know - getting up and going to the toilet. That was very 20th century of you. Well, welcome to the future!&lt;br /&gt;     The Internet Urinal is a plastic container into which you can relieve yourself without getting up. Its target market includes enthusiasts of video games, traders on the stock market and, one assumes, people who like to keep their urine in a plastic container... The internet Urinal "comes with a handy female adapter" that is (a) not especially handy if you're not female and (b) the selling point that must have convinced at least one man in the world to buy this product and give it to his wife - which, I think you'd agree, is a moment we'd all like to have eavesdropped on." -- Scott Feshuk, taken from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do we really need these?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahaha... Would it really catch on? Who knows? All I know is that I would never use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the comments guys, I appreciate it. Good luck with your thesis Chrissy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: " To wear your heart on your sleeve isn't a very good plan. You should wear it inside, where it functions best." -- Margaret Thatcher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-114739695268357971?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/114739695268357971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=114739695268357971' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/114739695268357971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/114739695268357971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2006/05/internet-urinals.html' title='Internet Urinals'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-114585417230010297</id><published>2006-04-24T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T12:49:32.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't see what's the point of updating, especially if I have nothing to say. Like now. I always feel that having a blog is a little egocentric of me... I mean, who wants to hear what's happening in my life? Not me for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile, have a nice day! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "Life is like a roll of toilet paper. The closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-114585417230010297?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/114585417230010297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=114585417230010297' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/114585417230010297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/114585417230010297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-dont-see-whats-point-of-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-114507801459139645</id><published>2006-04-15T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T13:14:37.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>Hope you all have a good holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started with another autistic kid last week, after 4 boys I finally get a girl! She's very young, so she cries quite a lot. :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandparents are here right now, its great to see them again. I'm surprised at how old they look compared to when I saw them last. And they're all surprised that my sister Angela is taller than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remind me to save my work at more than one location. I wanted to print my assignment out but I couldn't open it from my floppy disk (ironically, it was only that piece of work, the other stuff on my floppy opened easily). So I was panicking, thinking I had to redo the whole thing. Luckily I have a brother who knows stuff about computers. Wahaha, you can tell I don't. Anyway, he did some program, I lost one page of my assignment, rather than the five I thought I would. End result = my brother and sister lecturing me about saving my work. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the holidays! Won't last long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a random post! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random picture -- taken in China, what a cool name for a building!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3547/546/1600/DSC00303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3547/546/320/DSC00303.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-114507801459139645?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/114507801459139645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=114507801459139645' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/114507801459139645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/114507801459139645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-114420093624350877</id><published>2006-04-05T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T09:35:36.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Antiques &amp; their roadshows</title><content type='html'>Yay, March is over. I always feel that March is the longest month of the whole year. Maybe because February was so short (yes, I realise its only 3 days shorter). And the days are long in March. And its when you've just started uni, so you can't wait for the holidays again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, April will be busy, so its sure to go fast. My grandparents and some other relatives are coming over from Singapore on Saturday. Haven't seen them in about 5/6 years, which was the last time I went to Singapore. So yes, how exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally different topic, I am quite enjoying the TV program &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/antiques/"&gt;Antique Roadshow&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(Channel 9, 5.00pm weeknights). I think its hilarious. Imagine, if I have some crappy 2 buck piece of something which is passed on for generations, it'll have increased in worth by 1000-fold!! Or more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "You are not here merely to make a living. You are here to enable the world to live more amply, with greater vision, and with a finer spirit of hope and achievement. You are here to enrich the world. You impoverish yourself if you forget this errand." -- Woodrow Wilson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-114420093624350877?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/114420093624350877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=114420093624350877' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/114420093624350877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/114420093624350877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2006/04/antiques-their-roadshows.html' title='Antiques &amp; their roadshows'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-114292000275615932</id><published>2006-03-21T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T15:44:07.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;*OOPS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't realise I was gone for so long. It's so easy not to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a few weeks, eh?? Doesn't seem like very long. I've gotten to the stage where I have to think a while before I know what the day is. And I only remember if there's something good to watch on TV that night. How depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even more depressing, I'll be looking back on these times and say, "those were the best years of my life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I found out on Thursday that Joshua, one of my autistic kids, can speak Spanish. And he is definately not Spanish. So, we were doing this task which involved dot cards (exactly how it sounds, a few dots on a card) and he had to say how many dots there were altogether. Autistic kids have really good visuo-spatial skills, so its a good way of teaching maths. But I'm getting off track. Anyway, it went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: How many? [shows a dot card of 5]&lt;br /&gt;J: Uno, dos, tres... (continues until he gets up to five)&lt;br /&gt;J: Five!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Excellent!&lt;br /&gt;My face: ----&gt; :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I had to look up the spelling of the Spanish numbers. I wouldn't have a clue what language he was speaking, but I asked his mother later. Apparantly her mother-in-law teaches Spanish to the kids sometimes. I thought it was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Lauren! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "If you are foolish to be contented, don't show it, but grumble with the rest." -- Jerome K. Jerome&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-114292000275615932?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/114292000275615932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=114292000275615932' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/114292000275615932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/114292000275615932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2006/03/oops-o-by-way-i-had-to-look-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-114137356501380258</id><published>2006-03-03T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T16:12:45.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on psych at UWA</title><content type='html'>G25 has lost major coolness points. No more printer!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Only people in 4th year (and above) can access the printer. Which is still okay, since I'm in 4th year, except that the printer is located on the 2nd floor of the psych building. Which is not near any computers. :'[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to let you guys know that I didn't get David Sang as a supervisor (woohoo!), but I got Davina French and Murray Maybery (woohoo!). Our group is looking at functioning in families with children with autism. Sounds really great! So excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And good old Dan Milech is being replaced by some French-Canadian dude. :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very weird thing I found out recently. Other psych-related people would've heard of a researcher called Baron-Cohen (not sure his first name?) Very famous psychologist, does heaps of research in a wide variety of subjects. Well, his brother is Sasha Baron-Cohen, also known as Ali G. Ali G! Whoa! Doesn't sound like its true, but how common is the Baron hyphen Cohen last name? Not very, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No random quote as I don't wanna waste my KB searching the net for a quote. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, and Cass, my new kid's name is Joshua. :] He's such a cutie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-114137356501380258?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/114137356501380258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=114137356501380258' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/114137356501380258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/114137356501380258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2006/03/update-on-psych-at-uwa.html' title='Update on psych at UWA'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-114067767053191105</id><published>2006-02-23T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T11:44:58.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhccchhhooooo</title><content type='html'>Grrr, I've become an irregular blogger. This can be accounted for in two ways. Either I haven't got anything to blog about or, I am so busy that I have no time for blogging. Any guesses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to uni already eh? As usual, I told myself that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;year I will study hard and do my readings after each lecture. Hope that'll happen. Don't hold your breath though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that these summer holidays was great, did a lot of things that I don't usually do in holidays. Like fruit picking (argh). And going overseas (woohoo for the planes!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I'm starting with a new autistic kid today. Hope it'll be okay. Once again its a boy, I still haven't had a girl before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that this year will be a good one. 2006! Wow. Goals for the year, anybody? My goal for the year is to enjoy my last year of university, doing (hopefully) a few adventurous things in between. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "Happiness isn't something you experience; it's something you remember." -- Oscar Levant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-114067767053191105?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/114067767053191105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=114067767053191105' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/114067767053191105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/114067767053191105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2006/02/ahhhccchhhooooo.html' title='Ahhhccchhhooooo'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-114006426836128118</id><published>2006-02-16T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T12:31:08.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, that's me</title><content type='html'>I should really post an update. Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing really to talk about, so let's just talk about the weather for now. How weird is it? Hot hot hot one day, rainy and cold the next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so that topics expired, lets talk about something else. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you know when you answer the phone and the person is looking for you? What do you say? For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[You]: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;[Person on phone]: Hi, is [enter your name] there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the correct line to say? I always say something stupid like, "yeah, that's me". Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling old. Doh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "Do not employ handsome servants." -- Chinese Proverb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-114006426836128118?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/114006426836128118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=114006426836128118' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/114006426836128118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/114006426836128118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2006/02/yeah-thats-me.html' title='Yeah, that&apos;s me'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-113904478945686428</id><published>2006-02-04T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T17:32:12.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, let's just start off by saying thanks for all the excellent comments! Glad to be back in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Perth&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I haven't posted for about two weeks, I thought it would be good to write a travel diary of some kind. Full of fun-filled activities. Because you know, everyone has fun when they're around me... :] So this post may be longer than usual, so feel free to just skip it and comment. :] heh. I shall include pictures as well, so apologies if the page takes awhile to download.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Day One -- 20/1/06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plane ride was great, I love planes. QANTAS actually has TV screens in front of every seat now, and you can also fast-forward/pause etc to show you're watching. So that was great! Airport stuff went smoothly. Had some guy approach us at the airport asking if we needed a lift anywhere. I thought it was real suspicious but Dad reckoned that if anything fishy happened, Gor and Dad could've taken the dude on. Turns out that the dude was actually a drycleaner and he did some tax-free transportation on the side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;    Arrived at the Metropole Hotel, or as we called it, the SARS hotel. Something to do with a guy being discovered to have SARS here. Very reassuring. Anyway, it's a really nice hotel, very clean too. The staff were really nice too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt; We walked around for awhile, trying to decide where to eat dinner. On the street we saw people filming some sort of movie/TV show. It was a girl walking along the street, crying. Didn't recognise the actress though. For dinner we ended up choosing a small restaurant/cafe type thing, purely because the workers were standing outside the door and telling us to come into the restaurant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;     Went to the Ladies Market after dinner, I loved it there. My sister got some really nice hairclips. Originally supposed to be HK$98. Tried out my Canto and she said we could have it for HK$80. We agreed, except that I only had HK$60 in my pocket. So she let us have it for that amount. That was so cool! Ah, I love markets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Day Two -- 21/1/06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;We went to Tsim Tsar Tsui (argh, hope that's the correct spelling!) today, just looking around at the shops. Heaps of people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;     Went back to the Ladies market at night, bought more stuff. One store owner grabbed my arm and said, "Missy, Missy, moe jow ah" (Missy, don't leave -- see how great my Canto is?). I ended up buying a jacket from her. Great salespeople in HK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Day Three -- 22/1/06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Went to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Ocean&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Park&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; today. Pretty much like Adventure World and Underwater World combined. Except bigger. And better. And more people. Saw a dolphin show. It was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Gor, Gee and me went to Ladies market again (I love that place!) Bought more stuff. Went to Macca's afterward, I ordered in English and mucked up the whole order. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y78/alliephant/DSC00104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y78/alliephant/DSC00104.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ocean Park crowds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Day Four -- 23/1/06&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 4.30am to get to the airport, as we had booked a tour of some parts of China. Got on the plane. The airline was called Dragonair, but turned out to be an Aussie pilot. The flight only took 1.45 hours to get to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hangzhou&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; (our first stop). So no TV or anything on the plane.&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; was freezing! I was so under prepared for the climate. Imagine &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Perth&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; in winter time,  around 5-6am in the morning. It was like that all day. Except colder. Got on the tour bus, our tour group had 20 people. We went to a restaurant first. One thing we noticed was that there were a &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;LOT&lt;/st1:place&gt; of waiters/waitresses at the restaurant, even though out tour group were the only people there. And the people there looked younger than my sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;     Went to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;West Lake&lt;/st1:place&gt;, scary to see so many police officers around. Crossing the road is hilarious (and scary!) because &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; drivers are mad! We were at a zebra crossing and the tour guide said, "We better all go together because it'll be dangerous." So we crossed as a big group, but cars were still zooming through, beeping. Whoa man. But &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;West&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Lake&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; was so pretty, and the Chinese keep it so clean. Actually, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; is clean, you hardly ever see any litter around the place. And yet I always see people spitting/urinating on the sides of roads. Isn't that sort of ironic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y78/alliephant/DSC00132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y78/alliephant/DSC00132.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;West Lake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Day Five -- 24/1/06&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a tea factory - called Dragon Well Tea or something. It's some sort of magic tea. Not only will it cure what ails you, it can also make you slimmer. Cleans our your digestive system too. It also turns black rice into white rice. And turns iodine into tea. Magic tea. We also went to a Chrysanthemum tea factory. No magic this time, but the buds were vey pretty. And it tasted better than the Dragon Well tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;     Went on the tour bus and headed to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Suzhou&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. After dinner we walked around some &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Suzhou&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; markets. I bought 4 &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;paris&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; of socks for RMB$10. That's like less than AUD50c a pair! Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y78/alliephant/DSC00181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y78/alliephant/DSC00181.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't remember where this was, it was either Hangzhou or Suzhou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Day Six -- 25/1/06&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a silk factory. Very interesting and educational. The silk is so soft! And how do you know if it's real silk? The real silk won't really burn (can't catch fire easily) and it gives off white smoke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;     Headed to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Shanghai&lt;/st1:city&gt; after this, went shopping at night in a &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Shanghai&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; street. Heaps of people. Heaps!!!! And I thought HK has heaps of people! And everything was lighted up! Massive billboards! Gor, Gee and me walked around the street for awhile, and Gor was harassed by this small girl selling flowers. She wouldn't let him go! Kept on pushing him and holding him down. Got a little scary, luckily there was another family from the tour group there and they told her to nick off. When the family left, another flower girl came up to us and started harassing us again. So we quickly ran into a really busy shop and hid there for awhile. Craziness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y78/alliephant/DSC00221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y78/alliephant/DSC00221.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Silkworms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y78/alliephant/DSC00261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y78/alliephant/DSC00261.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Shanghai Lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y78/alliephant/DSC00251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y78/alliephant/DSC00251.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shanghai skyline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Day Seven -- 26/1/06&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw more of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Shanghai&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; today. We went to Soon Ching Ling's house. Her husband was Sun Yatsen (apologies if I have any names wrong, I suck at Chinese names. How embarassment!), and her sister's husband was Chiang Kai-Shek. We had to wear shower caps on our feet when we wnt into the house. And we weren't allowed to go upstairs or take pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;    After lunch we went to some back streets thing of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Shanghai&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, had a ride on one of those canal boats. My Dad kept on saying he was seasick, but then he would purposely rock the boat even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;    Went to a pearl factory. Basically all the women looked at all the pearls while the men just stood around. This grandpa from the tour group kept on telling me to get my Dad to buy me some pearls for my wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;    Hope you guys had a nice Australia Day as well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y78/alliephant/DSC00276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y78/alliephant/DSC00276.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;One of those canal boats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Day Eight -- 27/1/06 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day of the tour. We went to some &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Shanghai&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; marketplace (which was packed). We only had half an hour to shop, so Gee, me and Roz (a girl from the tour) went "power shopping". I only had RMB$100 left (less than AUD$20) and wanted to spend it all. I bought a bag, jeans, shoes, and toys for my autistic kids -- all for less than 20 bucks Aussie! Lots of hand signals used to try to bargain, as none of us could speak Mando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;    Plane ride was really fun as Gor switched seats with Roz so us girls just mucked around, trying our broken English accents. Hilarious stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y78/alliephant/DSC00285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y78/alliephant/DSC00285.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our Tour Group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Day Nine -- 28/1/06&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do much today, we all slept in (at the YMCA Hotel). Went to some computer arcade street thing, lots of people there as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;    Watched TV at night, for some bizarre reason &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Home and Away&lt;/span&gt; was on TV. And it was a super old episode! Vinnie hadn't even married Leah yet, or gotten in jail and died in a jail fire... (I should spell it as gaol, but that looks funny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Day Ten -- 29/1/06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese NY everybody. We went to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Macau&lt;/st1:place&gt; today, via the ferry. Again, some dude approached us at the ferry terminal, this time asking us if we wanted a tour of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Macau&lt;/st1:place&gt; (don't worry this dude actually did work for a tour company). So we drove around for awhile, looking at statues and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;    Many of the shops were closed, so there wasn't much to see after the tour. So we went back to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Day Eleven -- 30/1/06&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Shenzhen today. Not much to say about this, we didn't really see much of it. Went into a shopping centre, looking around and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;    There was a fireworks display near our hotel at night, so there were so many people around! Wow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y78/alliephant/DSC00389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y78/alliephant/DSC00389.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't think I've ever seen so many people in my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Day Twelve -- 31/1/06&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day of holiday. Finally met up with the elusive Hidi-san. Who, might I add, has become quite Asian. We went to Sha Tin and Kowloon Tong. And basically what we did today was look around for a present for Dorcas. How depressing! And yes, I did experience an extremely packed train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;    Left for the airport quite early, for our so-called "red-eye" flight. 11.30pm to 7.00am, what a killer. Thanks again Dorcas for picking us up. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Came back to Perth on Feb 1st. Good to be home! Heard some dude on the plane saying (in Canto), "Son, we're in Australia now! Look at the nice air!" Or something to that effect. Heehee, I love Perth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt; I have to say that we were really blessed on this trip, what with people coming up to us to ask us if we needed transport etc. As well as this, the tour group was great, we made friends with everyone. And there was a girl my age and a guy my bro's age so that was pretty cool too. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't mention all the funny things that happened on this trip, it'll take too long. And this post is long enough already. So I hope everyone has a blessed 2006. Woohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No random quote, how about a random picture?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y78/alliephant/DSC00273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y78/alliephant/DSC00273.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gotta love those signs...&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/8276128-113904478945686428?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/113904478945686428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=113904478945686428' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/113904478945686428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/113904478945686428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2006/02/well-lets-just-start-off-by-saying.html' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-113763997027931515</id><published>2006-01-19T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T11:10:44.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 hours of Mario</title><content type='html'>Yes, once again it's a very late post. But this week has been so extremely busy. Leaving for HK tomorrow, right now I am more excited about the plane ride. Woohoo, 8 hours of watching movies, playing mario (whaha), eating plane food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On more serious note, if anyone catches me complaining again, please whack my head, as I should be so thankful for everything I have. Just so happy right now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you may know that I applied for 4th year psychology (Bpsych). I applied to Curtin and UWA. Curtin is sort of a backup plan if I couldn't get into U-dub (side note - I think it's hilarious when people say u-dub as a shortform UWA) as it is easier to get into. Found out a couple of days ago that I didn't get into my backup plan. So I spent a day and a half freaking out. If I didn't get into u-dub then I couldn't really do anything. All I would have is a bachelor of science. And I can't do much with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after a lot of prayers (more like pleading I think), I went to uni today. And so now you guys can understand why I am just so happy. And grateful (I sooo don't deserve it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got in.&lt;br /&gt;I got in.&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be posting until early Feb, so hope everyone has a good Jan (what's left of it). Hope the fireworks for Australia Day will be cool. And I hope that you'll have fun picking fruits Dorcas! If you do, that is. I'll be laughing at you anyway. And I whacked my sister on the head for you, and she said that she'll give you the 2 bucks later. Yeah, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, since I won't be posting for so long, I expect a lot of comments! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "Facts do not cease to exist becuase they are ignored." -- Aldous Huxley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-113763997027931515?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/113763997027931515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=113763997027931515' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/113763997027931515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/113763997027931515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2006/01/8-hours-of-mario.html' title='8 hours of Mario'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-113669763604469611</id><published>2006-01-08T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T13:20:36.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How exciting!</title><content type='html'>Wow, haven't been online for ages. Didn't realise I had gotten so busy. Either that or my sister is always hogging the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how Australian states have different names for their state? Like South Australia is the Festival State, Queensland is the Sunshine State, etc. You can see it on license plates sometimes. Well, what name is Western Australia?? Yep, that's right, us West Aussies are literally living in a state of excitement. How exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just realised that this is my first post for 2006. Wow. How exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went crabbing last night, I liked hunting for them, but not the eating part. Crab juice = ewww. Somehow stumbled onto a good spot to crab, all thanks to Dorcas. We should do it again! Except with more than one scoop per 7 people. And a flashlight that doesn't keep switching off by itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "Don't criticise the person who talks to himself; maybe he's the best company available." -- P.K. Shaw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-113669763604469611?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/113669763604469611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=113669763604469611' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/113669763604469611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/113669763604469611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2006/01/how-exciting.html' title='How exciting!'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-113576583103769185</id><published>2005-12-28T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T18:33:05.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My crappy camera</title><content type='html'>Man, I really need to change my blog title. It's so lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone's Christmas  was just as you wanted. I've seen enough turkey to last a lifetime. How did we end up cooking 3 turkeys? Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, many of you guys would know that I had a disposable camera a few days ago, mainly for pictures of my b'day/Christmas celebrations/etc. Well, I have to say... I fully understand why everyone has proper, digital cameras now. I mean, the quality of disposable cameras are great... NOT!!! Have an example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3547/546/1600/Dark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3547/546/320/Dark.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say that about 1/3 of the photos are like this or worse. :[ But do you like my crappy Paint words? It rocks man. Well, I will say it does. Because I don't know phot0shop or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there were some nicer pictures. Like this one, which proves just how short I am. Tallest to shortest...  hmmm, where would I be??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3547/546/1600/21stBday_group1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3547/546/320/21stBday_group1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And notice the rags on the floor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here is proof that I am doing something adventurous (well, sort of). This is in our garage, after we carted the boats to our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3547/546/1600/canoeing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3547/546/320/canoeing.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like Sharon is whacking me on the head with the paddle. Sharon, Dorcas and I rowed from Dorcas' house to my house, which took 50 minutes. The next day, My sister, Dorcas, Vanessa and I rowed back to Dorcas' house. It took &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2 whole hours&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest moment was watching Vanessa all alone in the kayak, just spinning around in a circle because she didn't know how to go straight. Wahahha... hilarious stuff. And I should thank all the people who helped us cart the boat up/down driveways -- Gor, Fred, Kathy... And thanks to Dad, who just saw us carting the heavy canoes and laughed his head off, then walked inside the house. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "The longer I live the more keenly I feel that whatever was good enough for our fathers is not good enough for us." -- Oscar Wilde&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-113576583103769185?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/113576583103769185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=113576583103769185' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/113576583103769185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/113576583103769185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-crappy-camera.html' title='My crappy camera'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-113524504519506679</id><published>2005-12-22T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T17:50:45.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What me worry?</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! Thanks for everybody who attended my b'day celebration, I actually felt like I had friends. :] And I have to say that my extended family is as embarassing as my Dad. So you see where he gets it from. By the way, does embarass have one 'r' or two? I would look it up, but I don't want to know THAT badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to say, picking nectarines in the hot sun is NOT my idea of a fun time on my birthday. Or on any day. It was funny though, my sister ended up even darker, while I didn't change skin colour. Wahaha... Too bad you couldn't go Dorcas, you could have teased her manliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What happened... to the story..." I've got that Alex Lloyd song stuck in my head. *Sings in a really offkey voice* "...we were never meant to fail..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Simon said (Waha, that sounds like the game), I have to change my blog title. How depressing. But I think that I'll change it completely. Not sure to what yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a super Christmas. God bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "The older I grow the more I distrust the familiar doctrine that age brings wisdom." -- H.L. Mencken&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-113524504519506679?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/113524504519506679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=113524504519506679' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/113524504519506679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/113524504519506679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-me-worry.html' title='What me worry?'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-113470164990027293</id><published>2005-12-16T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T10:56:20.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Witty quotes are cool</title><content type='html'>And I thought the guitar was bad. My Dad brought home a drum set the other day. Very very loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're not going to Singapore anymore, so that's a shame. Instead we are going straight to HK from Perth. And we come back to Perth on the 1st Feb, in the morning, so my sister has to quickly rush off for her first day of school. Heheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, a bit freaked out as a Police officer just came to my house and asked me (no one's in except me, my bro -- who's asleep --) if I saw a small white car racing down our street. Just got back from Carousel (I seem to spend a lot of time there), so I had already seen the police car outside the street, so obviously I didn't see anything. Apparantly, there was a hit-and-run... hope the person wasn't hurt or anything! :[ Scary scary stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa man, this post has been full of depressing things. How about a witty quote for the people who are always early for things? And I couldn't really think of a title. Apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "Punctuality is the virtue of the bored." -- Evelyn Waugh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-113470164990027293?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/113470164990027293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=113470164990027293' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/113470164990027293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/113470164990027293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/12/witty-quotes-are-cool.html' title='Witty quotes are cool'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-113427609257477712</id><published>2005-12-11T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T12:41:32.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enter title here</title><content type='html'>I would've posted something earlier (seeing how I'm on holidays now), but I have nothing remotely interesting to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to Fred who turns "late 20s" tomorrow. Wahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for the child's first aid course on Wednesday. Did you know that the Heimlich Manoeuvre isn't the best way to help a choking person? Apparantly this technique can cause the item to be lodged even further into your throat. You're supposed to bend the person over a chair and hit their back. Wow, the things you learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm liking the summer weather so far. Not too hot yet. Hopefully this year won't get in the low 40s, where you can feel the sun's rays burning your skin... and you're inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "The place where optimism most flourishes is the lunatic asylum." --  Havelock Ellis&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-113427609257477712?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/113427609257477712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=113427609257477712' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/113427609257477712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/113427609257477712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/12/enter-title-here.html' title='Enter title here'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-113367653977613282</id><published>2005-12-04T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T14:34:08.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yeah...</title><content type='html'>The title is from the Hungry Jacks ad. I have the song in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;500 piece jigsaw puzzle: finished at 1.15am this morning. Hey, it really only did have one missing piece, I found the missing edge piece. And I don't know what you were thinking of, YOU &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;manly man&lt;/span&gt;, but I don't wanna know. Your blogging is creeping me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And seriously, our cell is probably the only cell that can make such a big issue over lunch. I blame miscommunications and mumbled words. And also people who change their mind last minute without telling everyone else. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official (well, more or less, considering my family) -- I'm going to Singapore/HK these summer holidays. Sounds like fun! Will be gone about a month, at the start of next year. The last time I went on holiday was about 4-5 years ago. And I remember after about 2-3 weeks, I wanted to go home because I missed Perth. And my room. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just have to get this off my chest. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tommy Lee goes to College&lt;/span&gt; is the crappiest reality TV show I've ever seen. He has the biggest ego ever! And why is he doing units like Advanced Calculus, or Chemical Engineering? Did he even finish Highschool? Argh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "We own you, just like Siegfred owns Roy." -- Patty (or Selma, I forget which) in The Simpsons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-113367653977613282?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/113367653977613282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=113367653977613282' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/113367653977613282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/113367653977613282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-yeah.html' title='Oh yeah...'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-113332064064058917</id><published>2005-11-30T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T11:17:20.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About nothing</title><content type='html'>Wah, only one comment? I'm so sad... Thanks for the comment Simon, that strategy sounds weird though. My case manager told me to use a flat, low voice by talking from my stomach. Long story. Well, not really, but I can't be bothered explaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost December! Christmas is coming... One of my friends has already finished her Christmas shoppping. I'm so jealous. I'll be battling the crowds the week before Christmas! Or maybe I just won't give out presents this year. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays have been going on for about 1 and 1/2 weeks, but this is my first day where I have nothing planned. I'm so surprised! I thought I'd be doing nothing for almost everyday of the holidays.. well we'll see! Haha, that sentence looks funny. Well and we'll... sometimes I crack myself up... Argh, I'm going crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we've established that this post is about nothing, I hope you all enjoy your holidays and Christmas as well. God bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-113332064064058917?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/113332064064058917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=113332064064058917' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/113332064064058917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/113332064064058917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/11/about-nothing.html' title='About nothing'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-113290322654457585</id><published>2005-11-25T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T15:20:26.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Firmer voice</title><content type='html'>Wow, I actually have been busy these last couple of weeks. Who would've thunk it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's supposed to be spelt that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a super session with one autistic kid on Thursday, but a terrible one today with another autisitic kid. Today the kid's mother kindly suggested that I firm up my voice because it's too nice. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any tips to how I can do that? It's not really yelling, it's more of having a harder voice so the kid will be scared of me. Well, I'll be seeing my case manager on Monday, so I'll ask her. Whaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I tried racing Shan squared at swimming. Who do you think would win? Shan squared, who teaches and competes in swimming competitions, or me, who hasn't swam (swum? bad English, man!) seriously in many years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, me of course. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children's church party tomorrow. From 10am to 5pm. Over 150 kids. How am I going to survive? Start training my firmer voice now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "Common sense is the collection of prejudices acquired by age eighteen. -- Albert Einstein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-113290322654457585?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/113290322654457585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=113290322654457585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/113290322654457585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/113290322654457585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/11/firmer-voice.html' title='Firmer voice'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-113236759171626572</id><published>2005-11-19T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T10:33:11.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer is coming!</title><content type='html'>Happy 21st birthday Simon! Sorry, I don't actually know the date, but I know it's around now. Have a good one! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone finished exams? Woohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is coming. Along with that comes all the summer shows which weren't good enough for earlier in the year. Next week it's the season finale for most of the programs on TV now. What'll I do with my time? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to 3 months of sitting around! Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting Fact: Tall people earn the most. Every centimetre in height adds around $460 a year in pay. -- Journal of Applied Psychology&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-113236759171626572?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/113236759171626572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=113236759171626572' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/113236759171626572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/113236759171626572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/11/summer-is-coming.html' title='Summer is coming!'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-113168268487495488</id><published>2005-11-12T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T21:08:53.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solitary holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Crap crap crap crap. I published it and somehow deleted all my witty remarks. Now I have to start all over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;But hey, at least I have time, because guess who's on holiday now?!! Woohoo!!&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Things to do on my 3 month holiday in Perth:&lt;br /&gt;- Do a Paint By Numbers&lt;br /&gt;- Do a 1500+ piece puzzle&lt;br /&gt;- Finish a cross-stitch that I started a few years ago&lt;br /&gt;- Read the entire "The Chronicles of Narnia" book&lt;br /&gt;- Watch lots and lots of DVDs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Yes, I do realise that all my things to do are solitary (and indoor) activities, but hey - it's my holiday and I can do whatever I like.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;If any of you are still in Perth, we can do something though. I actually want to be able to say that I stepped out of the house once this summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;God bless for the rest of you guys still on exams, although I don't know what you're doing reading my blog then. Go study you lazy person!&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;The quote was sent to me by email, it's from my Dad. Very nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "But those who wait on the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles, they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint." -- Isaiah 40:31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Hope you guys are doing okay on your thesis (what's the plural for thesis?) Jess and Chrissy! See you soon!&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/8276128-113168268487495488?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/113168268487495488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=113168268487495488' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/113168268487495488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/113168268487495488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/11/solitary-holiday.html' title='Solitary holiday'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-113074747168058654</id><published>2005-10-31T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T16:58:14.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I get a lolly?</title><content type='html'>It is Ah Hooi Hooi's birthday today. Happy Birthday Ah Hooi Hooi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also Halloween. Do you guys ever get Trick-or-Treaters coming to your door? It's a testament to how lazy Aussie kids are. They rock up to your front door (not in costume -- probably in school uniform) and say, "can I get a lolly?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melbourne Cup tomorrow. Have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, and I almost forgot to add... I think David is going to die/already dead in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Neighbours&lt;/span&gt;! Gah! Poor Harold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "&lt;span class="a12"&gt;I have six locks on my door all in a row. When I go out, I only lock every other one. I figure no matter how long somebody stands there picking the locks, they are always locking three.&lt;/span&gt;" -- Elayne Boosler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a class="v10" href="http://www.amusingquotes.com/h/b/Elayne_Boosler_1.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-113074747168058654?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/113074747168058654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=113074747168058654' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/113074747168058654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/113074747168058654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/10/can-i-get-lolly.html' title='Can I get a lolly?'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-113029940904568386</id><published>2005-10-26T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T12:03:29.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Times New Roman</title><content type='html'>Hope all your study has been good so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different subject, who has been watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Neighbours &lt;/span&gt;so far? Half of the Ramsay Street neighbours are on a plane to Launceston (Tasmania). There's a bomb on the plane! Who will get out alive? It's so exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one day, I was thinking of weird names for people. Wouldn't it be cool if you were named after a font? For instance, Mr Times New Roman, or Arial Bold or something. It would be so unique!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission: to get would-be parents to name their kids after a font.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="a12"&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "There are now more TV's in British households than there are people - which is a bit of a worry.&lt;/span&gt;" -- Prince Charles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-113029940904568386?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/113029940904568386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=113029940904568386' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/113029940904568386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/113029940904568386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/10/mr-times-new-roman.html' title='Mr Times New Roman'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-112971904296596080</id><published>2005-10-19T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T18:53:17.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunken Gardens</title><content type='html'>Posting two days in a row? Must have something really exciting to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either that, or I'm bored because I'm waiting for cell time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, not sure if you'd call this adventurous, but Amy and I decided to "explore" UWA today. We went to the sunken gardens, as both of us have never been there since we've come to UWA. Nice place. Very pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got a phone call about an hour ago... from Jenny Bolland! She is one of the two women who started the company where I am working now (ISADD). The reason for the phone call? She wants to come in and observe my session tomorrow with one of my kids (the kid who doesn't like me). Scary stuff man. I hope he's in a good mood so I don't have to do that thing with the armpits. =P Funny sentence. I can't be bothered explaining. Ask me about it sometime. If you're interested, that is. If you're not interested, just nod so it seems like you are interested. Of course, if you start nodding then I would know you're not interested...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how has everyone's week been so far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "If the minimum wasn't acceptable it wouldn't be called the minimum." --George Muncaster&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-112971904296596080?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/112971904296596080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=112971904296596080' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/112971904296596080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/112971904296596080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/10/sunken-gardens.html' title='Sunken Gardens'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-112961694146350576</id><published>2005-10-18T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T14:31:27.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enter word verification!</title><content type='html'>Word verification = on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys! It's annoying, but it's better than getting comment spammed all the time. And at least I'll know who can take the effort to comment on my blog! Those people are cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Mondays are over, woohoo! Busy days, with me running around like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;this.....&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding. I just found out how to do it (hope it works by the way), and I couldn't resist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if you'll notice the links of other blogs on the side, I have taken down Amy's and Hidi's as they have now made their blog private (which is a pisser because now I actually have to sign into MSN).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this reduced the friend blogs on my list. Which is sad because I don't really have many to begin with. But hey, guess what? Joe has a blog! I've visited it once, and it basically talks about what woke him up in the morning. Usually it's Fre-Dizzle, a.k.a buttzilla (wahahaha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I know. The sentences above didn't make a whole lot of sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the quote below from TIME Magazine. I thought it was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "I didn't know Lenin was a player." -- Barack Obama, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;U.S. Senator from Illinois, after being told by a tour guide in Moscow that some of the Russian leader's lovers were rumoured to be buried in the Kremlin wall by his tomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-112961694146350576?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/112961694146350576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=112961694146350576' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/112961694146350576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/112961694146350576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/10/enter-word-verification.html' title='Enter word verification!'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-112934243302746112</id><published>2005-10-15T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T10:16:33.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep your mouths closed!</title><content type='html'>This shall be a short post as I am late to meet Joanne at Carousel. Sorry Jo! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this from Liz's blog, and I just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nerdtests.com/ft_nq.php?im"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nerdtests.com/images/ft/nq.php?val=8567" alt="I am nerdier than 22% of all people. Are you nerdier? Click here to find out!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Not nerdy, but definitely not hip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Points to ponder: In the course of an average life span, you will (while sleeping), eat 70 assorted insects and 10 spiders. Keep those mouths closed people!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-112934243302746112?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/112934243302746112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=112934243302746112' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/112934243302746112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/112934243302746112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/10/keep-your-mouths-closed.html' title='Keep your mouths closed!'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-112908369004905164</id><published>2005-10-12T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T10:28:26.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go home!</title><content type='html'>Finally got broadband... love it love it love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something funny that happened while I was working. With one of my autistic kids, we have a chart of what he has to do today. He does about 2-3 tasks and he gets to have a break. So we always ask him, "What do you want to work for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He usually says something like "outside" or some food reward (i.e chocolate etc). We were just about finished for the day and I asked, "What do you want to work for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he said... "Alison to go home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry! Anyway, he did end up working for that! Whatever works, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, and here's a picture of all of us at Jess &amp; Chrissy's 21st birthday. Ahh, you all look so pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3547/546/1600/Group3_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3547/546/320/Group3_edited.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice how I'm the shortest of them all? Especially when I'm standing next to Lauren who is (in her words) "six-feet something"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it "six-foot something"? Argh, me got the bad Enga-lish..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-112908369004905164?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/112908369004905164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=112908369004905164' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/112908369004905164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/112908369004905164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/10/go-home.html' title='Go home!'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-112866232836517487</id><published>2005-10-07T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T13:18:48.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jessie is threatening me to tell everyone that she is so good--I mean great--and my life wouldn't have as much happiness if she wasn't in it. There I said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz its the truth... I would be a vegetable without her brilliance in keeping my life so.. substantial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell, she just stole the keyboard from me. Which means I am in Dorcas' trademarked "dingy lab".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Amy, here's something for you because you like Canada so much:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that 0.3% of road accidents in Canada involve a moose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-112866232836517487?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/112866232836517487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=112866232836517487' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/112866232836517487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/112866232836517487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/10/jessie-is-threatening-me-to-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-112796876051488401</id><published>2005-09-29T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T12:39:20.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>0.75c!!</title><content type='html'>Haven't posted for awhile, been depressed about the Eagles game! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only kidding, it's not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what's been happening? I got a new autistic kid to teach... woohoo! I start today! The only downside is that I have to drive all the way to near Armadale. But hey, I've got my new car now, so I don't mind too much! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news: I get a pay increase of 0.75c an hour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news: It's now compulsory for my work to get a Child Life Support certificate thingy from St John Ambulance. Which isn't really bad news, it's just a hassle! 3.5 hours and $40 from my pocket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Cass, I don't like vanilla because there are so much more cooler flavours to choose from!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-112796876051488401?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/112796876051488401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=112796876051488401' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/112796876051488401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/112796876051488401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/09/075c.html' title='0.75c!!'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-112754702143435560</id><published>2005-09-24T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T15:31:21.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So they lost. Only 4 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-112754702143435560?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/112754702143435560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=112754702143435560' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/112754702143435560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/112754702143435560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-they-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-112754085897750022</id><published>2005-09-24T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T13:47:38.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So the Eagles are losing so far. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't felt this stressed in so long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-112754085897750022?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/112754085897750022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=112754085897750022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/112754085897750022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/112754085897750022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-eagles-are-losing-so-far.html' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-112736355081790814</id><published>2005-09-22T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T12:32:30.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two significant things?</title><content type='html'>So I'm sure you're all pleased that Ben Cousins won the Brownlow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, two things of significance happened in my absence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) My brother got his wisdom teeth taken out. Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since he couldn't eat much, my Mum bought a tub of icecream and a tub of sorbet. And then my Dad came home with another tub of icecream. Not enough space in the freezer! Anyway, we'll be sure to be eating icecream for awhile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) And the other significant thing that happened? Well, I got a car! Heheh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hilarious watching my Dad trying to bargain with the car salesman, saying, "this price for the car will be a burden to me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and when did you girls get so busy? Have we decided on a day yet? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "I have never taken any excercise except sleeping and resting." -- Mark Twain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-112736355081790814?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/112736355081790814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=112736355081790814' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/112736355081790814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/112736355081790814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/09/two-significant-things.html' title='Two significant things?'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-112683949984474444</id><published>2005-09-16T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T10:58:20.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Eagles!!</title><content type='html'>So, the Eagles game is on Saturday. I'm so jealous, Boon and Carmen are going! Grr... anyway, it should be a good game, I really really hope that the Eagles win!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also hope that Ben Cousins wins the Brownlow Medal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, once again, I am staring at a half-blank page, wondering what to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about a picture instead? This is what mothers pray their babies don't look like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y78/alliephant/beanie.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-112683949984474444?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/112683949984474444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=112683949984474444' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/112683949984474444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/112683949984474444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/09/go-eagles.html' title='Go Eagles!!'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-112649629659317622</id><published>2005-09-12T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T11:38:16.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Other notes</title><content type='html'>I should have done this on Thursday, but I couldn't get on the internet until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HA&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;PPY&lt;/span&gt; BIR&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;THD&lt;/span&gt;AY J&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;ES&lt;/span&gt;S!&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;HA&lt;/span&gt;PP&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;IR&lt;/span&gt;TH&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;DA&lt;/span&gt;Y C&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;HRI&lt;/span&gt;SS&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Y!&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, it's so late!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, went to my grandmother's/uncle &amp;amp; auntie's house last night for the mooncake festival. Watched a bit of a program - the opening of Disneyland in Hong Kong. It was funny because I was surprised when Jackie Chan spoke in Cantonese. I'm so used to him speaking in English!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I can't believe it's September already. This year has gone by so fast, I'm getting old. Grrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, and I may be getting my own car! How exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "I often quote myself, it adds spice to my conversation." -- George Bernard Shaw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-112649629659317622?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/112649629659317622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=112649629659317622' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/112649629659317622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/112649629659317622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/09/other-notes.html' title='Other notes'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-112581029317310449</id><published>2005-09-04T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T13:04:53.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>Happy Father's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Dad, what do you want for Father's Day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dad: &lt;/span&gt;Nothing. Just be good to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I would rather get him a present. :oP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm sure you're all happy that the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;We&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;st&lt;/span&gt; Co&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt;t E&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;ag&lt;/span&gt;le&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; beat the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sy&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;dn&lt;/span&gt;ey Sw&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;an&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;. Woohoo!!!! Can't believe it. It was such a good edge-of-your-seat game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day:  "One should always play fairly when one has the winning cards." -- Oscar Wilde&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-112581029317310449?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/112581029317310449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=112581029317310449' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/112581029317310449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/112581029317310449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/09/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-112548592716976047</id><published>2005-08-31T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T19:10:09.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's flasher time</title><content type='html'>I guess I should post as I won't get another chance for a while. Although we do have the internet at home, I have no idea how to set it up (as I am sooo computer-savvy). Long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey, I'm bored, and cell doesn't start for another 45 minutes. I know I'm wasting my $1.43 I have left on my student account. By the end of today, it's be something like $0.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have decided to become...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;f&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;h&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not what you were thinking, you sick people. I'm going to be one of those people who flash their lights to the oncoming traffic whenever they see a speed camera. I have been flashed so many times, so I thought that I should return the favour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo, how exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And (in regards to my last post) what is spyware, by the way? Sounds exciting. And should I use that blogger word spam thingy (haha, you can just tell how computer-savvy I am, look at my hi-tech lingo) to filter out the comment spam? The main reason I don't want to do it is because it'll be so annoying for the people who comment on this blog (I so do love your comments!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let's have a random quote of the day as I haven't had one for so long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "Avoid fruits and nuts. You are what you eat." -- Jim Davis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-112548592716976047?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/112548592716976047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=112548592716976047' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/112548592716976047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/112548592716976047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-flasher-time.html' title='It&apos;s flasher time'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-112514592884770850</id><published>2005-08-27T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T20:39:11.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh... finally</title><content type='html'>At last, the net again. Not that it was gone for very long to start off with, but it felt like months. And sadly, nothing too exciting has happened to me. Except for moving, that is. Ooh, we didn't have a landline phone for a while, nor a mailbox, so communication with people other than my family was...meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even now, the mailbox outside our house = a few bricks and some sticky tape. What the?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, what else happened on my uneventual time away from the beloved computer? Well, I was sick for the past couple of days. Still have a sore throat. Chucked a sickie from the one day I actually needed to go to uni. How bad is that!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I'm checking my email (also for the first time in forever). I have a record 52 new mail! How exciting. Too bad so many of them are from some "Mailer Delivery Subsystem: Returned Mail", that I never even sent. I have like 20+ of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should add more stuff considering I haven't been posting for ages. But as usual, I have nothing to say. How about a few spaces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, feels long now. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not allowed to go on for very long because my sister wants to go on... so sorry, but I will read and comment on all your blogs as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-112514592884770850?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/112514592884770850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=112514592884770850' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/112514592884770850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/112514592884770850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/08/ahh-finally.html' title='Ahh... finally'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-112381468299713396</id><published>2005-08-12T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T10:44:43.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving again</title><content type='html'>We are finally moving again. It's weird, I've lived in the same house for over 16 years, but in a matter of months, I would have lived in three different houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only packed the bare minimum when living in this rented house we're living in now. But I can't seem to fit everything back in the boxes/bags/suitcases it came in. Most probably because I've bought so much stuff while living here. I have like 5 extra CDs, 4-5 jackets/jumpers, shirts... I never realised how much stuff I buy in such a small period of time. But hey, I do share a lot of clothes with my sister...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very excited to finally move into a permanent house again. Except that somehow my brother is ending up with the biggest bedroom in the house. What's up with that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just typed in the title. Don't you reckon that the word "moving" looks weird? You know how if you stare at a word for too long, the word looks like its misspelt? Not that I've been staring at the word "moving", but it does look misspelt... ah, I have no idea what I'm talking about!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-112381468299713396?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/112381468299713396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=112381468299713396' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/112381468299713396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/112381468299713396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/08/moving-again.html' title='Moving again'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-112347811239116986</id><published>2005-08-08T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T13:17:59.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Had a Bad Day?</title><content type='html'>It feels like I haven't been on the internet for ages. In reality, however, it's only been like three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm loving the song (and video clip) by David Powter -- "Bad Day":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; Cause you had a bad day  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; You're taking one down  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; You sing a sad song just to turn it around  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; You say you don't know  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; You tell me don't lie  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; You work at a smile and you go for a ride  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; You had a bad day  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; The camera don't lie  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; You're coming back down and you really don't mind  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; You had a bad day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw (and heard) the clip first on Eclipse Music TV (Saturday, channel 7) . The hosts on that show are so cool. Jesse Tobin and Lizzie Lovette are hilarious together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, the Eagles lost again on Saturday. How depressing. I know that they're definately in the preliminary finals, but I really hope that they get into (at least) the semi-finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, and it's my sister's birthday tomorrow. She turns 15. So young! Time for a nice memory perhaps? On Wednesdays I stay at uni until late (for cell). We message each other stupid messages which are so hilarious (and a waste of money). For example (some of the things she says):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;HEY FATTY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I just came home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;its so hot! how was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;your day! yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;you're not coming home! = )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;bye fatty from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;best sister in the world! = P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Hey fatty! i'm doing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;so much homework right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;now! i should reward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;myself with food! = P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;newaiz i'm hungry, are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;you? i need more food!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;ahaha i'll cya later! buhbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;fatty and remember to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;eat dinner! = D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Hey are you awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;yet fatty? wake up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;why are you sleeping?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;good luck and have fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;today at school! smell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;ya later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, the memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-112347811239116986?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/112347811239116986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=112347811239116986' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/112347811239116986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/112347811239116986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/08/had-bad-day.html' title='Had a Bad Day?'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-112295841070441854</id><published>2005-08-02T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T12:53:30.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm talking downtown!</title><content type='html'>I'm starting with another autistic child on Monday. So I finally have two families that I work with. Until the first family moves, that is. But for a while, Mondays will be quite rushed. I finish with the first family at 3pm, and have to be with the next family at 3:30pm. Remind myself to finish &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on time&lt;/span&gt;! Because otherwise, I'm screwed. Well, not really screwed, but more like late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children's Church was really fun on Sunday, the focus was on mission trips and stuff. Not sure what this had to do with crawling pitch-black under chairs and then landing in jail, but hey, whatever works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I lost a wrestling match with a 5 year old. And we're talking downtown. :OP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-112295841070441854?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/112295841070441854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=112295841070441854' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/112295841070441854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/112295841070441854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-talking-downtown.html' title='I&apos;m talking downtown!'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-112251987528156787</id><published>2005-07-28T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T11:11:43.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lance is back!</title><content type='html'>My sister started her new school yesterday. I'm so jealous of how well she copes in social situations. Whereas I am borderline social phobic. :oP I do get nevous/anxious sometimes in certain social situations (especially if there's a lot of people there)!! Yes, I'm a weirdo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad that we didn't have cell last night because then I got to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Neighbours&lt;/span&gt;, who were celebrating their 20th Anniversary! This makes them the longest running soap opera in the world. It was so cool to see the people who I haven't seen for ages... like LANCE!!!! And Phil Martin, Annalise... it reminds me that I really am pretty old to remember all these characters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Neighbours, everybody needs good neighbours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anyway, who can't wait for The Panel to come back on the TV? It's my favourite show. The Panel consists of primarily 5 members - Rob Sitch, Santo Cilauro, Tom Gleisner, Glenn Robbins, and Kate Langbroek. The first three people named are behind such shows as The Dish, The Castle, Frontline... Hilarious stuff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-112251987528156787?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/112251987528156787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=112251987528156787' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/112251987528156787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/112251987528156787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/07/lance-is-back.html' title='Lance is back!'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-112228798694120298</id><published>2005-07-25T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T18:39:46.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good segues</title><content type='html'>Finished reading the Harry Potter book that the very cool Jess and Chrissy lent me. And I have to say... wow. Oh man, I don't like how it's turning out. It is a great book, very well written, she really knows how to write! But stop with the deaths man!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tempted to read through the night, as it was so engrossing. But I had work this morning, so I felt bad if I'm tired at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about work (good segue hey!)... the mother told me today that they are moving to Secret Harbour around September. Secret Harbour is near Mandurah, so it's pretty far away. So I guess they're looking for a new therapist, and I'm looking for another family (or two). Argh, I love this family! It's the perfect first family to have. Family stress level is low, the kid learns fast, parents are super-nice. Hope the next family is just as good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just read this post through, it's so boringly boring! How can I inject some humour? Here, isn't this face cool? ====&gt;        ('0')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, it rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "The outer conditions of a person's life will always be found to reflect their inner beliefs." -- James Lane Allen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-112228798694120298?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/112228798694120298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=112228798694120298' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/112228798694120298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/112228798694120298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/07/good-segues.html' title='Good segues'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-112182807081169613</id><published>2005-07-20T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T10:55:27.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bro's b'day</title><content type='html'>My brother's birthday today. I haven't got him a present yet, so I should go today. So last minute man. But the trouble is that I don't really know what my brother likes. And the things I know he does like are expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he's turning 22, which sounds so so old! And he's only 18 months older than me! :o(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I guess it's time for a random flashback memory:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were in primary school we had to wait after school for my uncle to pick us up -- amd go to CB shop afterwards, how depressing is that. Anyway, I remember we played noughts and crosses in the sand while waiting for my uncle. My bro would always go first and then he would win, or we would draw. I objected, saying that the person who goes first will always win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had a rock throw to determine who would go first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being older, taller, and physically stronger, guess who would win?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... what a weird memory. It's so about nothing. It should be turned into a Seinfeld episode. Except that it's not really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman's birthday but never remembers her age." -- Robert Lee Frost&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-112182807081169613?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/112182807081169613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=112182807081169613' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/112182807081169613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/112182807081169613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/07/bros-bday.html' title='Bro&apos;s b&apos;day'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-112159058105152784</id><published>2005-07-17T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:04:26.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Canberra</title><content type='html'>I didn't realise that Lleyton Hewitt and Bec Cartwright are getting married this Thursday. How exciting. And I guess they had to make it quick because she's 5 months pregnant. What is with all these celebrities getting pregnant all of a sudden? It's a conspiracy! :OP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Simon, who comments so much on this blog--previous blog post had a record 10 comments! Woohoo!--is leaving for Canberra again. I just finished reading a book by Bill Bryson, called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Down Under&lt;/span&gt;. It's sort of like a travel book, with the author just travelling around Australia and stopping wherever he wants to (well, derrr). It's hilarious, he is an excellent writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here is a section from the said book, which is regarding Canberra:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In 1996 the Prime Minister, John Howard, caused a stir after his election by declining to live in Canberra. He would, he announced, continue to reside in Sydney and commute to Canberra as duties required. As you can imagine, this caused an uproar among Canberra's citizens, presumably because they hadn't thought of it themselves. What made this particularly interesting is that John Howard is by far the dullest man in Australia. Imagine a very committed funeral home director - someone whose burning ambition from the age of eleven was to be a funeral home director, whose proudest achievement in adulthood was to be elected president of the Queanbeyan and District Funeral Home Directors' Association - halve his personality, then halve it again, and you have pretty well got John Howard. When a man is as outstandingly colourless as John Howard turns his nose up at a place you know it must be worth a look. I couldn't wait to see it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure it's not that boring Simon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-112159058105152784?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/112159058105152784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=112159058105152784' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/112159058105152784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/112159058105152784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/07/ode-to-canberra.html' title='Ode to Canberra'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-112122956740147795</id><published>2005-07-13T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T12:44:39.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Property Bubble</title><content type='html'>Played Monopoly a couple of weeks ago, with the weirdest set of rules, but it was fun. Anyway, there was a small insert in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TIME Magazine&lt;/span&gt; about Monopoly that is hilarious:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Property Bubble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When the board game &lt;/span&gt;Monopoly&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hit London in 1936, the priciest property sold for a then staggering £400. That doesn't go far in London today, so a limited-edition 70th anniversary special &lt;/span&gt;Monopoly Here &amp; Now&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; brings the game up to date. New hot properties such as Notting Hill and Canary Wharf are selling for mini-money millions, a barrage of London icons--including the London Eye, Tate Modern and the new Wembley Stadium--have appeared and, instead of scooping $18 in a beauty contest, players who draw the right Chance card receive $183,000 for winning a reality TV show. The Free Parking square, however, is history. In London? Never!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all I have to say. Holidays are nearly over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, and just recieved an email from Emma! Her and Norelle are going to England to work for a year or so, so here's a link to her blog about their adventures in England. How exciting. (And I took down your so-called "sex blog" Amy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/goddessemma"&gt;Emma &amp; Norelle's Online Diary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some of you may know that I was worried about my exam results, seeing as I failed a unit last year. If I failed again I wouldn't be able to complete my psych degree, so I was pissing myself when I checked the results. Funnily enough, I couldn't get into the website until yesterday. And anyway, praise God, I did okay. I probably won't be doing Honours, but I'm just overjoyed at being able to graduate. Woohoo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "People of medicore ability sometimes achieve outstanding success because they don't know when to quit. Most men&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;succeed because they are determined to." -- George Herbert Allen&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-112122956740147795?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/112122956740147795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=112122956740147795' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/112122956740147795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/112122956740147795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/07/property-bubble.html' title='Property Bubble'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-112079518335126677</id><published>2005-07-08T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T11:59:43.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life partner</title><content type='html'>Once again I am the only person left in the house. How did that happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my consultation with Auntie Betty yesterday. Some of you might know that I took a 'discover you gifts' seminar in church a while ago. Well, this was my consultation to determine which areas of ministry I should serve in. And suprise surprise, it ended up being the Children's Ministry, which I already serve in. So no changes for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, instead of just ending the meeting right there, Auntie Betty started talking about random stuff - namely, whether I have prayed for my life partner or not. And that I should write a list of qualities I want in a guy. Because God likes to be specific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did you know that the first thing my Dad said to me when he came to campus camp was, "Do you have a boyfriend yet?"&lt;br /&gt;Which I replied, "Yeah, heaps."&lt;br /&gt;And then I saw Pastor Benny behind Dad, laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah... hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "Anyone who stops learning is old, whether at 2 or 8. Anyone who keeps learning stays young. The greatest thing in life is to keep your mind young." -- Moshe Arens&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-112079518335126677?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/112079518335126677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=112079518335126677' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/112079518335126677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/112079518335126677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-life-partner.html' title='My life partner'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-112062582146296549</id><published>2005-07-06T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T13:03:26.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One thing first:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;HAP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;PY B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;IRTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;DAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, guess who's old now?? Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nothing else to say... except that God loves me best! Oh man, I am so lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "Laugh and the world laughs with you. Snore and you sleep alone." -- Anthony Burgess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-112062582146296549?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/112062582146296549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=112062582146296549' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/112062582146296549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/112062582146296549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/07/one-thing-first-happy-birthday-amy-heh.html' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-112019184646208897</id><published>2005-07-01T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T12:28:39.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow Pages</title><content type='html'>Must be careful. Both Sharon and Kathy read my blog occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture is from Amy's camera, and is also on her blogsite. It's another of the many adventurous things that I do everyday. Taking pictures with the Yellow Pages guys. How exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am free next Friday, so if Hidi is free let's go out!!!! Perhaps there'll be more exciting adventures in store for us. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/197/1701/640/Girls%20%26%20yps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/197/1701/320/Girls%20%26%20yps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.picasa.com/picasa/index.php?tid=Y2NpZD0zOTM1" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-112019184646208897?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/112019184646208897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=112019184646208897' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/112019184646208897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/112019184646208897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/07/yellow-pages.html' title='Yellow Pages'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-112010510169015928</id><published>2005-06-30T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T12:23:53.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pants that travel</title><content type='html'>Well, all the other blogs are talking about the camp, so I thought I should too. It was really good. And I haven't leaked yet. How exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to watch &lt;a href="http://sisterhoodofthetravelingpants.warnerbros.com/"&gt;The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants&lt;/a&gt; with my sister. It's got the girl from Gilmore Girls in it, Alexis Bledel. Every school holidays my sister and I go out together at least once. Makes me feel young and hip. Not that I'm not already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helping my mum make some food today. Pardon my Canto - char siu sow. How exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all I have planned for the holidays. Anyone wanna do anything? I need a life! Chrissy and Jess! Haven't seen you guys for ages! Something on Saturday night? Ask Lauren. I'll ring Jo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and by the way, Ben asked me to put a chatterbox thingy on the side of this blog. Do you think I should? It'll be easier for people to write comments I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "I do not feel obliged to believe that the same God who endowed us with sense, reason, and intellect has intended us to forgo their use." -- Galileo Galilei&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-112010510169015928?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/112010510169015928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=112010510169015928' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/112010510169015928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/112010510169015928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/06/pants-that-travel.html' title='Pants that travel'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-111941299797153999</id><published>2005-06-22T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T12:03:18.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr &amp; Mrs Smith</title><content type='html'>If my mum is any sort of judge of movies, don't go to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr and Mrs Smith&lt;/span&gt;. She went to watch it with her friends yesterday (cheapskate Tuesday) and she fell asleep during the movie. It's not  like the movie was on really late at night or anything, she went during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am addicted to the game &lt;a href="http://www.websudoku.com/?level=1"&gt;Sudoku&lt;/a&gt;. It rocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-111941299797153999?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/111941299797153999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=111941299797153999' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/111941299797153999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/111941299797153999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/06/mr-mrs-smith.html' title='Mr &amp; Mrs Smith'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-111900970459553482</id><published>2005-06-17T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T22:27:09.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So how is everyone coping with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;freezing &lt;/span&gt;weather this year? I always forget how cold it can get, because the summers are boiling. Every year, I'm tempted to buy some gloves. But then I think that it's kind of silly, because I equate gloves with absolutely freezing snowy weather. Heh, totally random topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now officially on holidays. What to do? You would think that I would post more, considering I have much more time on my hands... but that's not going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And congrats to Jo for her new job! Bringing home the bacon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'll leave you with the interview of Steven Lewandowsky (a.k.a. memory/jury lecturer) that's taken from the Psychos newsletter. I thought that they was really random questions, but I like the one about Dr Phil and the Super Nanny!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Steve, thank you for taking the time to chat with "The Inner Truth", here are just some psychology-related questions to find out what's going on inside your head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt; So tell us, what first got you interested in psychology?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum and my aunt were both practicing psychologists and did a lot of work with children. Somehow it never entered my mind that I could be anything other than a psychologist (well, as a boy I did entertain careers as a fire fighter, truck driver, pilot, and Bob the Builder, but most of those eventually fell by the wayside, although I did spend several summers as a student trucking over Europe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt; You have taught at many universities around the world; what are your favourite and least favourite things about lecturing at UWA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most favourite: The first-year lectures in the Octagon and supervising billiant PhD students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Least favourite: Dealing with administrative trivia that have no bearing on the quality of teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt; If you could meet any psychologist from history who would it be and what would you ask them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herrmann von Ebbinghaus (of nonsense-syllable fame), and I'd ask him why he didn't die of boredom memorizing all those lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt; Why do you think show's like Dr Phil and Supernanny are so successful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell because I have never watched either. In fact, I don't really watch TV at all. But if I had to guess it's probably because they are shallow and uninformative opiate for a populace struggling with the consequences of globalization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Rumour has it you have been seen hanging from cliffs around Perth - do you have any interesting climbing stories?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a rumour, it's the truth. I do hang from cliffs a lot, although I actually try to climb them (with modest success). I took up climbing as therapy against my excessive fear of heights. Don't really have stories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt; On your website you have a link to the Narrogin Gliding Club, how did you get involved in gliding in the skies above Perth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to be a pilot (see answer to first question). One of the principal reasons for coming to Australia was to take up gliding. I am a little less active now than I used to be, but I still instruct and fly my own glider whenever it's too hot to hang from cliffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Thank you for you time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div name="Normal" style="padding: 0mm;" align="left"&gt;   &lt;p style="text-indent: 0mm; text-align: left; line-height: 4.16667mm; color: Black; background-color: White;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div name="Normal" style="padding: 0mm;" align="left"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div name="Normal" style="padding: 0mm;" align="left"&gt;   &lt;p style="text-indent: 0mm; text-align: left; line-height: 4.16667mm; color: Black; background-color: White;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;         &lt;div name="Normal" style="padding: 0mm;" align="left"&gt;   &lt;p style="text-indent: 0mm; text-align: left; line-height: 4.16667mm; color: Black; background-color: White;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div name="Normal" style="padding: 0mm;" align="left"&gt;   &lt;p style="text-indent: 0mm; text-align: left; line-height: 4.16667mm; color: Black; background-color: White;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-111900970459553482?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/111900970459553482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=111900970459553482' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/111900970459553482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/111900970459553482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/06/so-how-is-everyone-coping-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-111870378282136513</id><published>2005-06-14T06:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:11:26.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hippies and Dictators</title><content type='html'>It's not even 7:00am yet. Why am I awake?! Oh, yeah... I am an exam today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those other people also doing 301, just remember what Dan Milech said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Regression is like a hippie. ANOVA is like a facist dictator."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the answer to the scenario is that the rightful owner is&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the finder&lt;/span&gt;. Because no one claimed it for 3 months, the bag is now legally hers. Although the first owner was overseas, she could have gone on the internet to report that she has something missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice to see you guys are using those brains of yours. And I would let the person in the queue, but only if they had a small number of items (heh, just kidding).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Dorcas, I'm free on Friday. I'll ask Amy, and hopefully the ever-busy Hidi will show up too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the exam calling me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-111870378282136513?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/111870378282136513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=111870378282136513' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/111870378282136513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/111870378282136513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/06/hippies-and-dictators.html' title='Hippies and Dictators'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-111846399014502710</id><published>2005-06-11T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T12:29:19.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Justice For All!</title><content type='html'>After so much study (haha - I detect sarcasm) I had a break and watched a TVB show. It's called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Justice For All. &lt;/span&gt;It's like a game show, where the audience have to guess whether (in a certain scenario) the person was guilty or not guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman finds a handbag. It's branded, and looks very expensive. She takes it to the police station. After 3 months, no one comes to claim the bag, or report a bag being lost. So the police give the finder back the handbag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finder starts using the bag as her own. A lady comes up to her, accusing the finder of stealing the handbag. The lady has been overseas for 3 months, right after she lost her handbag. They open up the bag, and the lady's initials are printed inside (so you know that she was the owner of the bag).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. who is the rightful owner of the handbag? The finder, or the previous owner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer in the next post. That'll force you guys to come back to this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "&lt;span class="huge"&gt;I always wanted to be somebody, but now I realize I should have been more specific.&lt;/span&gt;" -- &lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;Lily Tomlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-111846399014502710?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/111846399014502710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=111846399014502710' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/111846399014502710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/111846399014502710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/06/justice-for-all.html' title='Justice For All!'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-111786092929972223</id><published>2005-06-04T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T12:55:29.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FCC quiz night</title><content type='html'>So.. guess which group won the FCC quiz the second time in a row? Hehe... woohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I reckon the best strategy for winning is one of two ways:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Get a group together where each person knows a certain catergory, such as geography, science, politics, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) Or, if you're like me, and know nothing about everything, get a group together in which a few select people are extremely smart and know all the answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the night was very stressful. Our table took things so seriously! So congrats guys. You really deserved to win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-111786092929972223?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/111786092929972223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=111786092929972223' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/111786092929972223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/111786092929972223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/06/fcc-quiz-night.html' title='FCC quiz night'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-111750897148407662</id><published>2005-05-31T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T11:12:31.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musical Instrument Maker</title><content type='html'>Amy and Simon - you guys are strange. I'm sure you have better things to do than to compete to see who posts the first comment. But hey, I'm flattered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAUREN! Going to Bali today! I should have posted this sooner (maybe you could have had a chance to actually read it), but hope you have a good time! Lock those bags...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's in year 10, so that means she brought home a jobguide. In it has all the job possibilities you could imagine. There are so many different careers out there. It makes me wonder why I chose psychology. I mean, I could have become a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Confectioner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Confectioners mix sweeteners and other ingredients, and shape and cook confectionary including chocolate, toffee and other lollies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guide Dog Instructor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Also known as Orientation and Mobility (Guide Dog) Instructor. Guide Dog Instructors train dogs to guide people who are vision-imparied and also train these people to use a guide dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Musical Instrument Maker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musical Instrument Makers build, repair and restore musical instruments and adjust or alter them to owners' specifications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are heaps of jobs out there. So don't be surprised if I quit uni to pursue my lifelong dream in becoming a musical instrument maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "The tooth fairy teaches children that they can sell body parts for money." -- David Richerby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-111750897148407662?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/111750897148407662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=111750897148407662' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/111750897148407662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/111750897148407662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/05/musical-instrument-maker.html' title='Musical Instrument Maker'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-111716236110632524</id><published>2005-05-27T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T10:52:41.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beardy</title><content type='html'>My Dad is attempting to grow a beard. Not that he really wants to, but his electric shaver is packed up somewhere. My grandmother thinks he looks like a homeless person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best thing about living in this "temporary weigh station" is that it takes way shorter to get to uni. It cuts about 40 minutes off my travelling time. If only I had something constructive to do for the extra 40 minutes I have a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "The only thing to do with good advice is pass it on. It is never any use to oneself." -- Oscar Wilde&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-111716236110632524?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/111716236110632524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=111716236110632524' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/111716236110632524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/111716236110632524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/05/beardy.html' title='Beardy'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-111682499484168246</id><published>2005-05-23T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T13:09:54.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finished!</title><content type='html'>Driving to work today was crap. All because of one car. One car!!! Turned a two lane highway into a parking lot. I guess it goes to show that little things can cause huge disturbances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the BEST time last night. Caught up with some highschool friends who I haven't seen in ages. Two of them are going over (separately) to England to work for about 6 months. I think that's sooo brave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, caught up on lots of gossip about friends (and non-friends) in highschool. Turns out that like half of them are married/engaged and have kids. Or have kids and are not married/engaged. Very shocking. Luckily, all of us four girls last night were all single. Or I would've felt very uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone sounds like they have such exciting lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got a free pair thongs out of it. So so cool. Highlight of the week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "I've learnt that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is stalk them and hope they panic and give in." -- forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: the title doesn't really have anything to do with this post. But what the hey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-111682499484168246?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/111682499484168246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=111682499484168246' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/111682499484168246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/111682499484168246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/05/finished.html' title='Finished!'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-111637977192021806</id><published>2005-05-18T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T09:38:33.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally got the net back. Feels like forever, but it was only like 5 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my family has moved to a temporary house -- it's really nice. I feel strange living here though. Like camping. I only have the most basic of things with me, my desk is now a cardboard box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realise how much I rely on the computer/internet. Without it, I couldn't do so much stuff. But it also freed up so much time. I think that I'm going to cut back on my net time. Or at least until exams are over. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm copying this from Hooi's blog, but I thought that it was sooooooo good. Simon emailed this to me as well. Hope you guys don't mind me "stealing" it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day:   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Most of us, when we are in the listener's role, feel compelled to be speakers. We feel a compulsive inner urgency to interrupt others as soon as they start to reveal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; themselves. We feel a strange obligation to advise them, and to support our advice with a few chapters from our autobiographies. We jump in at the first pause, and go on non-stop unless we are exhausted and the other person is near despair. Regrettably, I have done this to others. I have also had this done to me. I have experienced the sadness of not being heard because someone had not cared enough to listen to my sharing and to learn who I really am."&lt;/span&gt; -- John Powell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-111637977192021806?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/111637977192021806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=111637977192021806' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/111637977192021806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/111637977192021806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/05/finally-got-net-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-111595765560770941</id><published>2005-05-13T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T12:14:15.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D-Day</title><content type='html'>Today is moving day. The removalists are coming in approximately an hour. And I'm here blogging. A few more minutes and my mum would be telling me to get off the net and help her. We'll just wait. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to the doctor today to see the results of my blood test. Luckily I am not anaemic, but I do have iron deficiency. She started to say something about boosting my iron levels, but I interrupted her, begging to not take iron pills. So she agreed and now I have to eat lots of iron-rich foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mum just called me to get off. It hasn't even been 3 minutes yet! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and for the people who may be feeling a little depressed or worried, I found this in my room when I was packing. I must've copied it down from somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Each day we learn more about God's great love and care, and every burden we must face, he will surely help us bear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-111595765560770941?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/111595765560770941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=111595765560770941' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/111595765560770941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/111595765560770941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/05/d-day.html' title='D-Day'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-111570479936921781</id><published>2005-05-10T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T13:59:59.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving house</title><content type='html'>My family is moving in a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After living in our house for 16 years, my family has accumulated so much &lt;em&gt;crap. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When packing my stuff into boxes, I tend to go off-track because I find something that I haven't seen for ages. So I spend time just reminiscing over what I found. And I am a hoarder! I don't want to throw away anything. But I have been forced to throw away all my work from highschool (yes, I still had some I hadn't thrown away). And some things I just want to keep for remembrance -- like all my posters and magazines from my Backstreet Boys teenybopper days. If I throw them away it's like throwing away my past, man! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we won't be unpacking everything straight away, we have to pack everything that we need in the short-term in suitcases, while the rest goes in bags and boxes. So don't freak out if it seems like I'm wearing the same thing over and over again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But actually, me and my sister like packing. It's kinda fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I probably won't be on the net as much as we won't be getting the computer up and running for a while. :[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-111570479936921781?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/111570479936921781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=111570479936921781' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/111570479936921781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/111570479936921781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/05/moving-house.html' title='Moving house'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-111535198330902199</id><published>2005-05-06T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T11:59:43.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small veins</title><content type='html'>Ooh look I'm posting so soon! How exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to the doctor today, she tried to extract blood from my right arm. My right arm is the arm used to give blood. The nurses at the blood donor centre said that it probably had the bigger vein becaue it's my writing arm. But my doctor couldn't extract any blood because my veins were smaller than er needle. So she tried my left arm, but she said that she couldn't even feel the vein there. Heh... Anyway, now I have to go to a blood testing clinic or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dad just called. He started saying all this stuff about cooking spinach and making soup... *sob sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But good news. No iron pills yet. Haha Fred. I will sic my dad onto you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-111535198330902199?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/111535198330902199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=111535198330902199' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/111535198330902199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/111535198330902199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/05/small-veins.html' title='Small veins'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-111526073150559259</id><published>2005-05-05T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T20:48:50.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh</title><content type='html'>I have to go to the doctor tomorrow. My results came back from the blood test and it turns out that my ferritin levels are low. Or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my mum "accidently" opened the mail (she says that she just opens eveything because everything is usually addressed to her or dad). So she made an appointment for me to see a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Hope I don't have to take iron pills or anything. I can't take pills...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "I've learnt that you shouldn't compare yourself to others - they are more screwed up than you think." -- a hilarious forward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-111526073150559259?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/111526073150559259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=111526073150559259' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/111526073150559259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/111526073150559259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/05/argh.html' title='Argh'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-111499406829159673</id><published>2005-05-02T08:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T08:34:28.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Logie Awards</title><content type='html'>Did anyone catch the Logie Awards last night? It wasn't bad, but the best part was when &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Neighbours &lt;/span&gt;won the Hall of Fame/Lifetime Achievement Award (not sure which). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Neighbours &lt;/span&gt;now holds the record for the longest running soap opera in the world. And it has such a good track record of producing big stars, such as Russell Crowe, Kylie Minogue, Delta Goodrem, Natalie Imbruglia, Guy Pearce... the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the best part of the Logies is when the cast accepted the award and Harold (played by Ian Smith) did his rap. Hilarious stuff. Ian Smith is such an underrated actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The random quote of the day is also from the Logies, it's Chaser peoples' motto (they make shows on the ABC, such as The Chaser decides, and CNNN).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "Striving for mediocrity in a world of excellence."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-111499406829159673?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/111499406829159673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=111499406829159673' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/111499406829159673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/111499406829159673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/05/logie-awards.html' title='Logie Awards'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-111473990503594107</id><published>2005-04-29T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T10:05:32.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coins Update</title><content type='html'>Hey just an update about the coins on the Reid Library benches. Amy and I went to see them on Wednesday (yes, how bored are we?) and instead of the 70 cents sitting there, it was only the 50 cent coin left. So someone pried it off (yay, they have an extra 20 cents to spend!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to read the blog entry about the coins, click &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, just kidding. I don't know how to do that jumping thing where the page jumps down to the relevant post. Scroll down you lazy peoples! Unless it's not on this page. That would be embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, me and my Mum are going to Dim Sum today, since I have the day off (hehe...) and she just finished her temp job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this random quote is for Fred. It's so silly. Barry White is gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "Too much of anything is bad." -- Barry White&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-111473990503594107?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/111473990503594107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=111473990503594107' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/111473990503594107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/111473990503594107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/04/coins-update.html' title='Coins Update'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-111449112416710449</id><published>2005-04-26T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T12:52:04.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extremely mediocre</title><content type='html'>When you're driving, do you ever get paranoid that cars behind you are following you? I always do (stupid, I know). Just a random thought that popped into my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know I should post more, but I have been sitting here for like an hour thinking of something interesting to say. I've come up with nothing. Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even have a random quote. How depressing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-111449112416710449?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/111449112416710449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=111449112416710449' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/111449112416710449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/111449112416710449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/04/extremely-mediocre.html' title='Extremely mediocre'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-111407297633578430</id><published>2005-04-21T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T16:42:56.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reject!</title><content type='html'>WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME THAT &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MEDIOCRE &lt;/span&gt;WAS SPELT WRONG IN MY TITLE??? I HAD IT AS &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MEDICORE &lt;/span&gt;AND NO ONE CORRECTED ME!! I feel like a dumbass now. Luckily, my sister is not that dumb and she noticed that it was spelt wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to give blood today. Don't get too happy yet Simon, as they rejected me. Usually, my haemoglobin level is around 120-135. You need at least 120 to be able to give blood (normal range is 115-165). The prick on my finger said that my haemoglobin level was 108. So the nurse did another test on me, and extracted more blood from my arm this time. She checked this and the results showed my level as 114. So I couldn't give blood. =O[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part of this story is that if my parents find out, I will probably have to drink beef soup for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "Since it's the early worm that gets eaten by the bird, sleep late."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-111407297633578430?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/111407297633578430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=111407297633578430' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/111407297633578430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/111407297633578430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/04/reject.html' title='Reject!'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-111371003259156998</id><published>2005-04-17T11:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T11:57:14.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TV shows</title><content type='html'>I think it's so cool to go to the early service at church rather than the late service. I mean, I'm home, I've eaten lunch, and it's only 11.30am! Video Hits is still on! Now I can find out what is the number one selling single of the week. How exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of TV shows (hah, what a nice segue), I think that Geoff Janz (from the Channel 9 program &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fresh&lt;/span&gt;) is so under-rated. He's hilarious! He's up there with Huey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who else likes those Victoria Bitter (VB) ads? So so funny man. There's two: the "shout politics" one, and the "beef kebab" one. One of my favourite ads on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, by the way, number one for the week was Jesse McCartney, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beautiful  Soul.&lt;/span&gt; Number two was Missy Higgins (I like her!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "If you can't be kind, at least have the decency to be vague." -- Not sure who said this, one of the many forwards I receive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"  style="font-size:9;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-111371003259156998?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/111371003259156998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=111371003259156998' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/111371003259156998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/111371003259156998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/04/tv-shows.html' title='TV shows'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-111348560378916464</id><published>2005-04-14T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T21:33:23.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck</title><content type='html'>Just a quick random post for all my many fans... hehe... just kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you guys are near the Reid library in UWA, you should go to the stone benches near the entrance. On the side nearer to the Physics building, you may see some coins (75cents to be exact) stuck to the bench. Try to pry the coins off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy and I have tried to pry them off, but it's not working. We reckon that there is probably one of those candid camera things where people videotape greedy people who want 75cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so weird! Who would want to waste a good 75cents like that? I mean, think of the things you can buy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "Being entirely honest with oneself is good exercise" -- Sigmund Freud, from the Psychos newsletter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-111348560378916464?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/111348560378916464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=111348560378916464' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/111348560378916464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/111348560378916464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/04/stuck.html' title='Stuck'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-111320299603779099</id><published>2005-04-11T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T15:06:34.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Nanny &amp; Emails</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Anyway, did any of you watch Super Nanny on TV last week? It's actually quite good, the nanny goes to rowdy kids' houses and straightens them up. She uses a lot of behavioural techniques, so it's really good! The program is on Mondays, 7:30pm, Channel Nine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I have been receiving a lot of emails from my Dad. Doesn't he have anything better to do at work than to email me and ring home all the time? Usually he forwards stuff, like this one today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;"  lang="EN-AU"&gt;An old man, a boy &amp; a donkey were going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:navy;"   lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;to town. The boy rode on the donkey &amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;the old man walked. As they went along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;they passed some people who remarked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;it was a shame the old man was walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&amp; the boy was riding. The man &amp;amp; boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;thought maybe the critics were right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;so they changed positions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Later, they passed some people that remarked,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"What a shame, he makes that little boy walk."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;They then decided they both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;would walk! Soon they passed some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;more people who thought they were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;stupid to walk when they had a decent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;donkey to ride. So, they both rode the donkey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Now they passed some people that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;shamed them by saying how awful to put&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;such a load on a poor donkey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The boy &amp; man said they were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;probably right, so they decided&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;to carry the donkey. As&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;they crossed the bridge, they lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;their grip on the animal &amp; he fell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;into the river and drowned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;The moral of the story? I will put it in my random quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "If you try to please everyone, you might as well kiss your ass goodbye."&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/8276128-111320299603779099?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/111320299603779099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=111320299603779099' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/111320299603779099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/111320299603779099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/04/super-nanny-emails.html' title='Super Nanny &amp; Emails'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-111259437365387799</id><published>2005-04-04T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T13:59:33.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The averageness of life</title><content type='html'>Hello! Who wants to hear about the average day I had today? Well, I guess you don't have a choice, unless you stop reading this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to my very first autistic kid's house. The boy is such a little cutie. Because he was only recently diagnosed, I was worried that the boy wouldn't be used to the program so he would tantrum a lot. But he was very well-behaved, he even gave me a kiss when we were leaving. :oD So the session went fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; average&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;thing that happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car wouldn't start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I rang my mum. So my mum and Auntie Jervin came to rescue me. My mum rang RAC, and we waited for them to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so running out of random quotes. Anyone got any good ones?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-111259437365387799?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/111259437365387799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=111259437365387799' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/111259437365387799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/111259437365387799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/04/averageness-of-life.html' title='The averageness of life'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-111210458196654427</id><published>2005-03-29T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T21:58:27.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me having a life</title><content type='html'>Crap crap crap crap. I just posted some stuff and it all got deleted. I'm sure it was good stuff too. Very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it turns out that I'm quite busy this week. Ah ha, I have a life! Finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was fun. Except for the times when Hidi and Amy ganged up on me. =P So mean hey, when older people bully younger people. Heheh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today's quote comes from Ms Hidi Lee. Not sure if the words are verbatim, I can't rememeber if it's exactly what you said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "This shortcut shortens the cut, that's why it's called a shortcut!" -- Hidi Lee (I can't believe she's pregnant! Heh, just kidding - don't wanna spread any rumours now do I? =P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-111210458196654427?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/111210458196654427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=111210458196654427' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/111210458196654427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/111210458196654427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/03/me-having-life.html' title='Me having a life'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-111180232083830476</id><published>2005-03-26T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T09:58:40.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Parentsy"</title><content type='html'>Isn't it really sad when your parents have a more exciting social life than you? Heaps sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night my parents went to some guy's house (with people from my Dad's cell there). My parents got back at 1.40am. I was asleep at the time, but my Dad knocked on my window (from outside) and said, "Alison, can you open the door for us? We're locked out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a role reversal right? I should have said, "where have you been? It's nearly 2.00am! You have some explaining to do..." Not that my parents say things like that to me, but it's a "parentsy" thing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "I've come to learn that the best time to debate family members is when they have food in their mouths." -- Kenneth Cole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-111180232083830476?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/111180232083830476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=111180232083830476' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/111180232083830476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/111180232083830476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/03/parentsy.html' title='&quot;Parentsy&quot;'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-111124628827432631</id><published>2005-03-19T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T00:01:47.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ducks</title><content type='html'>One interesting thing that happened during the week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking home, I went through a park last week. Stopped to rest (haha, bag was heavy... and I'm so unfit man!) on a park bench. The bench was right near the river, so there were heaps of ducks standing around. Here's the funny thing -- the ducks are so conditioned that whenever they see humans, they expect food. Have you ever had like 15 ducks all waddle up and surround you in a creepy way? It was a life-threatening situation. I swear. The ducks all had a mad glint in their eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, you can all be comforted that I got out unscathed. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "Please drink beef soup." -- this was taped on the door of my bedroom, by my Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I took away the box thingies from my last post. They were really pissing me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also erased Amy's  blog link... *sob sob* I thought you weren't going to erase it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-111124628827432631?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/111124628827432631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=111124628827432631' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/111124628827432631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/111124628827432631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/03/ducks.html' title='Ducks'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-111093846479451256</id><published>2005-03-16T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T23:18:28.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;So Hidi asked me to update my blog... but I have nothing really to say. I took an English test online the other day though... not sure if it's accurate:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";color:white;"  lang="EN-AU"&gt;Advanced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scored 93% Beginner, 93% Intermediate, 93% Advanced, and 72% Expert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;You have an extremely good understanding of beginner, intermediate, and advanced level commonly confused English words, getting at least 75% of each of these three levels' questions correct. This is an &lt;b&gt;exceptional&lt;/b&gt; score. Remember, these are &lt;i&gt;commonly confused&lt;/i&gt; English words, which means most people don't use them properly. You got an extremely respectable score.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Thank you so much for taking my test. I hope you enjoyed it! &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;For the complete Answer Key, visit my blog: http://shortredhead78.blogspot.com/. &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people &lt;i&gt;your age and gender&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;33%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Beginner&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;30%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Intermediate&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;56%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Advanced&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;58%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Expert&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=14457200288064322170"&gt;The Commonly Confused Words Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=577245280159428717"&gt;shortredhead78&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;Ok Cupid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey... only 3 more percent and I would have gone to the next level... you know, exceptionally smart or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven." -- Ecclesiastes 3:1&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/8276128-111093846479451256?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/111093846479451256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=111093846479451256' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/111093846479451256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/111093846479451256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/03/meh.html' title='Meh...'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-111036808155332702</id><published>2005-03-09T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T19:41:59.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughing Bag</title><content type='html'>I am in the library right now, instead of g25 as my lecture finished way after g25 closes. I wish I had one of those after-hour card thingys. When do you get them? I saw some Honours people with them, but Jessie says that she didn't get one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now around 7.15pm. I am waiting for the clock to get around 9pm, to go to Ling's convocation. I hope she likes the present that I bought on behalf of the cell. But I can imagine everyone yelling at me, 'cos the present is soooo stupid. It's a laughing bag. That's what it's called. I think it's cool. I was going to get something useful, like a business card holder, or one of those pen/notepad holder thingys. But I saw the laughing bag, and I &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to get it. It's so good. But stupid at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://store1.yimg.com/I/silly-goose_1831_191565"&gt;&lt;img alt="Laughing bag" src="http://store1.yimg.com/I/silly-goose_1831_191565" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now 7.36pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "The laughing bag is a laugh a minute. Cute yellow bag filled with lots of giggles. Give him a squeeze and the giggles will make you weak!" -- &lt;a href="http://www.usillygoose.com/yellaugbag.html"&gt;laughing bag website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-111036808155332702?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/111036808155332702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=111036808155332702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/111036808155332702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/111036808155332702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/03/laughing-bag.html' title='Laughing Bag'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-110984198379511848</id><published>2005-03-03T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T17:26:23.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventurous</title><content type='html'>Did something that I would call adventurous today. Well, something that I would not normally do anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Amy and I went to the ASIA (one of those society clubs in UWA, I think it stands for &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;sian &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;tudents &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;n &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;ustralia) BBQ. I've never been to any club functions before, so this was a new experience. We saw that people were wearing name tags, so Amy and I decided to make up fake names. She was Mia, and I was Ava (we wanted short names, and this was the only name I could think of -- Jo's future daughter's name). I felt a little bad telling the guy who was writing the name tags what my name was, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But basically all we did was get the free hotdogs, eat them, the leave. So all in all, a great adventure. Two thumbs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there it is. My adventure. Don't laugh at me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "What is originality? Undetected plagiarism." -- Dean William Ralph Inge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-110984198379511848?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/110984198379511848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=110984198379511848' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/110984198379511848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/110984198379511848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/03/adventurous.html' title='Adventurous'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-110974414530306857</id><published>2005-03-02T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T14:15:45.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>g25</title><content type='html'>I am in my favourite room of the whole uni right now. G25. It is no longer Dorcas' "dingy lab" anymore as they have new spiffy looking computers. I don't like the monitors though, they're too big. People would be able to see what you're doing from a mile away. I'm sure there are many people behind me reading what I'm typing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, no one could be that sad and bored to read my ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just had my first lecture! Man, I missed Dan Milech over the holidays. Just kidding. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No random quote because there is already a quote for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-110974414530306857?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/110974414530306857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=110974414530306857' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/110974414530306857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/110974414530306857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/03/g25.html' title='g25'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-110972757028549578</id><published>2005-03-02T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T09:39:30.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uni</title><content type='html'>So today is my first official day at uni. Over the summer, I have gotten used to saying, "I failed a unit". So now, it doesn't seem so bad. I guess the worst part was telling my parents. But they took it okay. I think, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, this year is going to be pretty weird. I've never failed before. I know that I'm going to feel old. Well, I feel old anyway (Soon I'll be saying, "Ow, I feel a crick in me back...")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else to say, except that the referendum on shopping hours resulted in a majority 'no, no' vote. Which is what I voted for. So yay, no extended shopping hours for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, now let me just find a quote the finish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "A certain amount of opposition is a great help to a man. Kites rise against, not with the wind." -- John Neal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-110972757028549578?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/110972757028549578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=110972757028549578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/110972757028549578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/110972757028549578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/03/uni.html' title='Uni'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276128.post-110905415117857779</id><published>2005-02-22T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T18:28:16.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>State Election</title><content type='html'>Hey kids! Who are you going to vote for in the election this Saturday? Colin Barnett (Liberal) or Geoff Gallop (Labor)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people running in my district are Tony McRae (Labor) and Margaret Thomas (Liberal). And I have no idea who to vote for. Tony McRae (in power now) has done a lot of stuff for Riverton. Like the Roe Highway stuff. But Margaret Thomas actually came to my house. You know, those door-knocking politicians. And today our family got a letter from her father, saying how cool a daughter she is. True story. Oooh, and Margaret Thomas also used to live in the same suburb as me. How exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who to vote for? I know the stuff about Margaret Thomas sounds stupid, but a lot of people vote for politicians based on likeability. For example, my Dad didn't vote for Richard Court (former premier of WA) because Richard Court didn't say hello to my Dad when they were on the street. Not that they knew each other personally, but my Dad is weird like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote of the Day: "Opportunity is missed by most people because it is dressed in overalls and looks like work" -- Thomas Edison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Edit* Just heard on the news that Riverton is a marginal seat. How exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8276128-110905415117857779?l=alliephant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/feeds/110905415117857779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8276128&amp;postID=110905415117857779' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/110905415117857779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276128/posts/default/110905415117857779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alliephant.blogspot.com/2005/02/state-election.html' title='State Election'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16914864115887368190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
