<?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-4740291657341229219</id><updated>2011-07-08T17:43:02.406+10:00</updated><title type='text'>psychotic ramblings of a crazy person</title><subtitle type='html'>the random and not so random events in my life. this is my story.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4740291657341229219/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18132507106888512457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6VoHOl8o68/Sa3GxZZPAiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qk2r53_OV2M/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740291657341229219.post-7196197593432654949</id><published>2010-03-10T20:24:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T20:43:07.265+11:00</updated><title type='text'>always look on the bright side of life..</title><content type='html'>you know those times where you just feel so content with everything? when, even though there is so many problems in today's world, that everything just seems ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's how i feel. optimistic. like everything is going to be ok. the world isn't a horrible place - not all the time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last six months haven't been great for my family and there were times when we all felt like it was too much. it seemed like it was just one thing after another. but when it comes down to it.. we're all fighters. we all had it in us to keep going when all we wanted to do was break down and cry. and we did that, plenty of times. but we all had the strength and courage to get back up and get on with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to me, being content doesn't mean having everything. it doesn't mean getting everything you want. it means being able to appreciate everything you do have. i have the best family anyone could ask for. i have the greatest friends in the world. and even though most of us are separated by 300km or so, we will be friends for a long time. i have no doubt in that. i've made new friends here in melbourne, which makes being down here and away from everyone else a lot easier. and all of that outweighs all the bad things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, at this moment in time - life is good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4740291657341229219-7196197593432654949?l=kelliealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/feeds/7196197593432654949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/2010/03/always-look-on-bright-side-of-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4740291657341229219/posts/default/7196197593432654949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4740291657341229219/posts/default/7196197593432654949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/2010/03/always-look-on-bright-side-of-life.html' title='always look on the bright side of life..'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18132507106888512457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6VoHOl8o68/Sa3GxZZPAiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qk2r53_OV2M/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740291657341229219.post-3196691855062160435</id><published>2010-03-03T23:12:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T23:37:27.636+11:00</updated><title type='text'>the wicked run away when no one is chasing them, but  the godly are as bold as lions</title><content type='html'>tonight, i was meeting up with a friend who wanted me to come to this 'party'. she hadn't told me much about it, but i thought 'hey, why not?'.&lt;br /&gt;so i get to her place where i was meeting here and she tells me that's it's at a church. basically, it was a youth group type thing. she was worried if she told me beforehand that i wouldn't come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll admit - i was a skeptical. i've never been a religious person, and being in religious type situations always made me uncomfortable. but i was already there, so i figured i may as well go in for at least a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was amazing. i've never seen anything like it. there was over 200 people, all there for the same reason. they were so passionate.. so energetic.. they get really into it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my nana died about a month ago.. it was hard. it wasn't unexpected, but it was still hard. i got a piece of her jewelery... a cross necklace. my nana wasn't particularly religious herself, but it was a necklace that had been passed down from her family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it might sound weird, or crazy but getting that necklace was the first of quite a few.. signs. there was something pushing me towards a faith. and tonight was the last sign i needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it never struck me as an important thing to have - faith, i mean. but seeing all these people tonight made me realize how important it really is. and i know it's quite easy to be cynical about something.. having faith takes a lot more courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i think i've rambled enough for tonight! sorry if all that seems jumbled. just had a lot to think about tonight!&lt;br /&gt;i have an 8.30 class in the morning so i probably should get myself to bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4740291657341229219-3196691855062160435?l=kelliealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/feeds/3196691855062160435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/2010/03/wicked-run-away-when-no-one-is-chasing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4740291657341229219/posts/default/3196691855062160435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4740291657341229219/posts/default/3196691855062160435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/2010/03/wicked-run-away-when-no-one-is-chasing.html' title='the wicked run away when no one is chasing them, but  the godly are as bold as lions'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18132507106888512457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6VoHOl8o68/Sa3GxZZPAiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qk2r53_OV2M/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740291657341229219.post-1414781438980344934</id><published>2010-03-01T17:15:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T17:44:24.954+11:00</updated><title type='text'>i need a job.</title><content type='html'>seriously. i've only been down here just over a week, and i just have too much free time. i've put in applications in so many places, i just need to wait now, i guess. but i'm going insane. sure, i used to be ok with just sitting around the house but now.. now i just get so bored. i used to fill the boredom with eating but even that's stopped (which is a good thing, i guess?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a massive city, where i don't know anyone close to me; no job and a huge amount of free time. BAH! hoping i hear back from someone soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, on a good note. TAFE is going pretty damn well, so far. for one class, i did my first two assignments and they've been graded already. 15/15 for both! they were easy as though, so it's not a huge accomplishment, but i think i'm off to a good start :) although i had chemistry today and it made me realise that i know nothing about math. which is going to be a lot more work, but i think i can do it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. i don't have much else to say so i'll leave it at that for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya! xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4740291657341229219-1414781438980344934?l=kelliealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/feeds/1414781438980344934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-need-job.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4740291657341229219/posts/default/1414781438980344934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4740291657341229219/posts/default/1414781438980344934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-need-job.html' title='i need a job.'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18132507106888512457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6VoHOl8o68/Sa3GxZZPAiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qk2r53_OV2M/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740291657341229219.post-8587007205479226047</id><published>2010-02-28T20:38:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T17:13:40.876+11:00</updated><title type='text'>swim</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you've gotta swim, swim for your life.. swim for the music that saves you.. when you're not so sure you'll survive..&lt;br /&gt;you gotta swim and swim when it hurts.. the whole world is watching.. you haven't come this far to fall off the earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;swim - jack's mannequin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, it hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4740291657341229219-8587007205479226047?l=kelliealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/feeds/8587007205479226047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/2010/02/swim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4740291657341229219/posts/default/8587007205479226047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4740291657341229219/posts/default/8587007205479226047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/2010/02/swim.html' title='swim'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18132507106888512457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6VoHOl8o68/Sa3GxZZPAiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qk2r53_OV2M/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740291657341229219.post-4246164826473999918</id><published>2009-09-13T21:49:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T22:02:14.249+10:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't write anymore.</title><content type='html'>i haven't written anything since april. i used to spend hours sitting in front of my computer or with a notebook.. typing or scribbling away and making poetry. i used to find inspiration in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like the words just aren't there. i miss writing. it was my release. and without it, i feel like i'm missing part of who i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's just me changing and growing up? maybe that's part of me that i'm leaving behind as i get older. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4740291657341229219-4246164826473999918?l=kelliealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/feeds/4246164826473999918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-write-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4740291657341229219/posts/default/4246164826473999918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4740291657341229219/posts/default/4246164826473999918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-write-anymore.html' title='i don&apos;t write anymore.'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18132507106888512457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6VoHOl8o68/Sa3GxZZPAiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qk2r53_OV2M/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740291657341229219.post-7442089538395170742</id><published>2009-04-07T19:40:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T19:42:45.196+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing Ways</title><content type='html'>Another new song! This one is one I've been working on for about a week, finished it just before I had to leave for work. I'm pretty happy with this one as well. :)&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what you think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never the girl that stood out from the crowd;&lt;br /&gt;sat back and watched,&lt;br /&gt;refused to be loud.&lt;br /&gt;I was never the girl who could light up a room;&lt;br /&gt;but all that's gonna change soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna let them see who I am inside;&lt;br /&gt;let my hair down,&lt;br /&gt;swallow my pride.&lt;br /&gt;I won't live like this any longer;&lt;br /&gt;changing ways will make me stronger,&lt;br /&gt;stronger, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm know gonna change the world one day;&lt;br /&gt;gonna speak up,&lt;br /&gt;gonna have my say.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna leave my past where it belongs,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the one i knew that i'd be all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna let them see who I am inside;&lt;br /&gt;let my hair down,&lt;br /&gt;swallow my pride.&lt;br /&gt;I won't live like this any longer;&lt;br /&gt;changing ways will make me stronger,&lt;br /&gt;stronger, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll hold on, just a little bit longer;&lt;br /&gt;stop hoping, start believing&lt;br /&gt;like they told me to.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be someone you're proud to say,&lt;br /&gt;“she's mine”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;I've let them see who I am inside;&lt;br /&gt;let my hair down,&lt;br /&gt;I swallowed my pride.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not living like that any longer;&lt;br /&gt;changing ways has make me stronger,&lt;br /&gt;stronger, yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4740291657341229219-7442089538395170742?l=kelliealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/feeds/7442089538395170742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/2009/04/changing-ways.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4740291657341229219/posts/default/7442089538395170742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4740291657341229219/posts/default/7442089538395170742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/2009/04/changing-ways.html' title='Changing Ways'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18132507106888512457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6VoHOl8o68/Sa3GxZZPAiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qk2r53_OV2M/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740291657341229219.post-5197096529742071877</id><published>2009-04-07T02:05:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T02:13:46.209+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason To Live</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I've developed a new love for songwriting. I never really could get into it when I was younger, but now it seems easier than writing anything else. If only I could find someone who could help me write music for them.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Would love to hear what you all think of the new song. I'm pretty happy with it, to be honest. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never a believer &lt;br /&gt;in love at first sight,&lt;br /&gt;but baby, I gotta tell you&lt;br /&gt;I fell so hard that night.&lt;br /&gt;Your smile, your eyes &lt;br /&gt;they had me mesmerized&lt;br /&gt;left me wanting more.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;I was searching for a reason to live,&lt;br /&gt;and now here you are.&lt;br /&gt;With your big brown eyes, your shaggy hair,&lt;br /&gt;and your fancy car.&lt;br /&gt;I was searching for a reason to live,&lt;br /&gt;and now here you are.&lt;br /&gt;You swept me off my feet,&lt;br /&gt;you are my shining star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out to dinner, just me and you&lt;br /&gt;in the candle light. &lt;br /&gt;We were talking, we were laughing&lt;br /&gt;baby, it felt so right.&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel alive again&lt;br /&gt;like no-one could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with you in just one night&lt;br /&gt;underneath the stars.&lt;br /&gt;You sang to me and played a song&lt;br /&gt;on your guitar.&lt;br /&gt;Never felt so close to anyone&lt;br /&gt;before I met you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was searching for a reason to live,&lt;br /&gt;and now here you are...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4740291657341229219-5197096529742071877?l=kelliealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/feeds/5197096529742071877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/2009/04/reason-to-live.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4740291657341229219/posts/default/5197096529742071877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4740291657341229219/posts/default/5197096529742071877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/2009/04/reason-to-live.html' title='Reason To Live'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18132507106888512457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6VoHOl8o68/Sa3GxZZPAiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qk2r53_OV2M/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740291657341229219.post-8477812968111346509</id><published>2009-04-03T02:49:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T03:15:20.353+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Music rant!</title><content type='html'>Okay - so I don't pretend to be some sort of music snob or whatever you want to call it. But there is one thing that REALLY gets up my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance/techno singers covering AMAZING country songs, making them into techno-y crap. What bugs me even more is that people who say they HATE country music, love all the dance/techno covers. I'm not saying all techno is bad. I like some of it. I'm just saying COUNTRY SONGS SHOULD NOT BE TURNED INTO TECHNO DANCE CRAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love country music. I like it when song lyrics actually have meaning. You can tell that country artists really feel what they are singing. But when other artists decide to turn it into a dance song, even if the lyrics are the same, the feeling is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZLwwy-g2wkc"&gt;Concrete Angel - Martine McBride (ORIGINAL SONG)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BbmmFwNJJTY"&gt;Concrete Angel - DJ Boonie (COVER)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h8iWEktQhg0"&gt;What Hurts The Most - Rascal Flatts (ORIGINAL SONG)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yOC9QcHnsBo"&gt;What Hurts The Most - Cascada (COVER)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are two of my favourite songs ever, every time I listen to them I get chills up my spine. That's what good music should do. But every time I listen to the covers - I want to vomit a little. They take all the beauty.. all the emotion out of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, there's my music rant. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4740291657341229219-8477812968111346509?l=kelliealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/feeds/8477812968111346509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/2009/04/music-rant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4740291657341229219/posts/default/8477812968111346509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4740291657341229219/posts/default/8477812968111346509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/2009/04/music-rant.html' title='Music rant!'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18132507106888512457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6VoHOl8o68/Sa3GxZZPAiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qk2r53_OV2M/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740291657341229219.post-9180686058311491630</id><published>2009-04-01T00:00:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T00:01:41.957+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonas Brothers! :)</title><content type='html'>So, I'm sure most of the people who read this blog (if anyone still reads it.. i know it's been a while since I posted!) don't care about the Jonas Brothers, or hate them.. or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;But I like them, and I made a fan video for them, with the help of the members of the Australian FFE Team (www.fanfamilyexperience.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v4Bznv6j5Kw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v4Bznv6j5Kw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v4Bznv6j5Kw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I'd post it here. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4740291657341229219-9180686058311491630?l=kelliealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/feeds/9180686058311491630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/2009/04/jonas-brothers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4740291657341229219/posts/default/9180686058311491630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4740291657341229219/posts/default/9180686058311491630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/2009/04/jonas-brothers.html' title='Jonas Brothers! :)'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18132507106888512457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6VoHOl8o68/Sa3GxZZPAiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qk2r53_OV2M/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740291657341229219.post-4206519405121708384</id><published>2009-03-04T02:34:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T02:45:34.513+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My Desk Space</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss340/kelliealice/DSCN1410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 363px;" src="http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss340/kelliealice/DSCN1410.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little meme that I got from &lt;a href="http://www.paulburman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Paul&lt;/a&gt;, to post a picture of my desk. Now, before I go on, my wall is as much as part of my desk as the computer is - I spend a lot of time just staring at the photos, reminiscing, I guess. As you can see, I love photos! Actually, I just love anything I can stick to the wall. There's postcards, movie tickets, inspiration quotes as well as a fair few &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/"&gt;"lolcats"&lt;/a&gt; (I can't help but love them!). I feel the need to post a picture of the rest of the other wall, just so you can see how awesome it really is, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss340/kelliealice/DSCN1411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 273px;" src="http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss340/kelliealice/DSCN1411.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are more things to the right, but mostly just posters of bands and stuff. Anyway, onto the desk itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little teddy bear in the corner was a gift from a friend, and among my hundreds of stuffed animals, (no, I'm not kidding, there really is hundreds of them. Maybe I'll post some pictures of them one day) this one stood out and took it's place on my desk. The heart is attached by a magnet, it's really cute!&lt;br /&gt;There isn't a lot to tell about the rest of it. There's my CDs (which is a very small collection actually, but I'm working on fixing that!). My computer is open on one of the two things that're always running, iTunes (the other is photoshop). And my iPod is plugged into the computer as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if it isn't obvious, the use of my computer relates around two main subjects - music and photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's 2.30am, I'm pretty sure I should be asleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4740291657341229219-4206519405121708384?l=kelliealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/feeds/4206519405121708384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-desk-space.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4740291657341229219/posts/default/4206519405121708384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4740291657341229219/posts/default/4206519405121708384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-desk-space.html' title='My Desk Space'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18132507106888512457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6VoHOl8o68/Sa3GxZZPAiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qk2r53_OV2M/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740291657341229219.post-5992023635104852936</id><published>2009-03-04T01:24:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T02:51:27.592+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake Your Way Through It.</title><content type='html'>It's been such a long time since I've written anything, that it sort of surprised me when inspiration struck last night to write a song, of all things. I've never written a full song in my life. I love music, but when it comes to playing instruments or singing.. well.. lets just say I'd have your earplugs on standby if I were ever to sing. So that's why I've never really gotten into songwriting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But last night, I was reading something online when I read the words "Fake your way through this" and for some reason, that is what inspired me to write a song. It's not perfect, because I know nothing about the technicalities of songwriting but for a first attempt, I'm pretty happy with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's annoying me is I have a tune in my head for it, but I can't sing, and I can't play an instrument so I don't know how to get that tune out of my head and onto paper, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's the song. Let me know what you think. (I'm sure there's a fair few grammar mistakes, it's late and my brain isn't working the way it should be, so feel free to point out anything like that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're working as a checkout chick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in your local supermarket;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you notice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything has changed -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your best friend is no longer there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your boyfriend doesn't seem to care about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Chrous]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You gotta smile baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fake your way through it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smile baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pretend that you've got it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smile baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't ever let them see you crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You've finally finished school at last,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Say goodbye to all your past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to your future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You don't know where it's gonna take you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But you're not gonna let it break you down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Bridge]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cry yourself to sleep at night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hug your teddy bear real tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just don't let them see you do it, tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Verse 3]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're in LA tryin' to make it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your agent says you gotta fake it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cover up those flaws with makeup,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just a little more with photoshop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They don't wanna know you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They just wanna sell you to the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Bridge]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4740291657341229219-5992023635104852936?l=kelliealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/feeds/5992023635104852936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/2009/03/fake-your-way-through-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4740291657341229219/posts/default/5992023635104852936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4740291657341229219/posts/default/5992023635104852936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/2009/03/fake-your-way-through-it.html' title='Fake Your Way Through It.'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18132507106888512457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6VoHOl8o68/Sa3GxZZPAiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qk2r53_OV2M/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740291657341229219.post-4054741369498039496</id><published>2009-02-24T23:24:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T23:48:20.417+11:00</updated><title type='text'>And here's number three.</title><content type='html'>So, as I said in a post a few weeks back - bad things often come in threes. So, after I lost my wallet and my phone breaking, I'd been waiting for the third thing to rear it's ugly head. And finally, it has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer crashed on me last week. So I've been without a proper computer for a week. That I can deal with, I've been using my Mum's (that she never uses too much anyway). Dad took it into work with him to try and figure out what the problem was. Today he told me that it was ok, apart from a few little things that don't really impact on me using it. So that was all good.&lt;br /&gt;Then he tells me I've lost whatever was on one of my drives. He tells me which drive it is and I realise it's the one with all my photos on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years, thousands of photos. Gone. Photos from my deb, rock to reef, the last few days of school and everything else I've taken photos of in the last three years. All gone. Just like that. Dad keeps insisting it's just stuff; but it's not. My photos are my memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I had to lose one of the only things on that computer actually meant something to me. I mean, I would have been upset if it was my music that I'd lost - but at least they can be replaced easily enough. Photos can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse the language but - FUCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4740291657341229219-4054741369498039496?l=kelliealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/feeds/4054741369498039496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-heres-number-three.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4740291657341229219/posts/default/4054741369498039496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4740291657341229219/posts/default/4054741369498039496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-heres-number-three.html' title='And here&apos;s number three.'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18132507106888512457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6VoHOl8o68/Sa3GxZZPAiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qk2r53_OV2M/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740291657341229219.post-3654035738006851779</id><published>2009-02-21T17:16:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T17:33:22.044+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to my first concert - alone!</title><content type='html'>I've been a fan of Taylor Swift since I heard her first single "Tim McGraw" on the Country Music Channel. Back then (I'm only talking the start of 2008 here.. Maybe late 2007) no one else had even heard of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that she's a huge star in America and people are finally starting to notice her over here as well, she's doing a tour! Originally, I wasn't going to go. Mostly because I couldn't afford it, and I had no one to go with. So I left it. Then I decided I still wanted to go, with or without company. I went to ticketek, but all the tickets were sold out. So I wasn't happy, because I thought I'd missed my chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I was looking around some websites and I found the website of the venue where the concert is being held. It never even occured to me that they would sell tickets to shows (because I'm smart like that.). But I saw that they still had some left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought "Why the hell not?" and decided to take a risk and buy one. But I'm still a bit worried. While I'm quite happy doing things on my own, I've never been to a concert before so I don't really know what to expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy for going by myself??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4740291657341229219-3654035738006851779?l=kelliealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/feeds/3654035738006851779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/2009/02/going-to-my-first-concert-alone.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4740291657341229219/posts/default/3654035738006851779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4740291657341229219/posts/default/3654035738006851779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/2009/02/going-to-my-first-concert-alone.html' title='Going to my first concert - alone!'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18132507106888512457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6VoHOl8o68/Sa3GxZZPAiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qk2r53_OV2M/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740291657341229219.post-4309045088115563878</id><published>2009-02-08T00:10:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T00:51:43.981+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad things come in threes.. (+Danny Bhoy)</title><content type='html'>So, Tuesday. I lost my wallet. I ripped apart the whole house to try and find it. In things, on things, under things, behind things. Everywhere you can think of, I looked for it. I rang every place I'd been in the last few days since I last remember having it. No one has seen it. I rang the police, no one has handed it in.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm working under the assumption that I'm never going to see the thing again. I guess I'm just lucky that I didn't have any credit cards of cash in there at the moment. But that doesn't mean it still doesn't suck. I had my bank card, my learner's permit, medicare card and a bunch of other things that I really don't want to have to replace. But now I don't really have a choice.&lt;br /&gt;Also means I had to buy a new wallet, which I didn't want to do because I was rather attached to the one I had. It was just perfect for all my stuff. But now I have to get a new one. Oh yay.&lt;br /&gt;I'm kicking myself because I'm usually so careful with it and I don't know where I could have lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday. I get a phone call. I answer it, but then realise I can't actually hear what they're saying. They can hear me, but I can't hear them. I take it into the shop, to see what they can do about it. They take a look at it, tell me they have to send it away to get it fixed and it'll take about two weeks. Ok i can deal with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They give me a replacement phone to use in the meantime. But it wasn't charged so I got home to charge it and it doesn't even fucking work. So now I have no phone at all. My mum was nice enough to let me use her phone though. But still, that's not really the point. I've barely had this phone for 6 months and it's already broken twice now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But people always say that bad things always come in threes. So right now, I'm waiting for the third thing. I wish it would hurry up so I can get it over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my rant for the day. I know I haven't posted much in the last few weeks, but.. well.. I'm pretty sure like no one even reads this so I'm not sure anyway cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN OTHER NEWS! I went and saw Danny Bhoy's show tonight. It was fantastic. Tom Gleeson was the supporting act, and I just love him, he's always funny. I got my ticket signed (because I had no money to buy a DVD) by them both, and a picture with both of them too! I look disgusting in the picture, but I don't mind so much because of who it's with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4740291657341229219-4309045088115563878?l=kelliealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/feeds/4309045088115563878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/2009/02/bad-things-come-in-threes-danny-bhoy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4740291657341229219/posts/default/4309045088115563878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4740291657341229219/posts/default/4309045088115563878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/2009/02/bad-things-come-in-threes-danny-bhoy.html' title='Bad things come in threes.. (+Danny Bhoy)'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18132507106888512457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6VoHOl8o68/Sa3GxZZPAiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qk2r53_OV2M/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740291657341229219.post-8970370831946305025</id><published>2009-01-21T23:20:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T23:21:49.983+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutting The Fat</title><content type='html'>I thought it would be a good idea to start a blog about my weight loss journey, instead of posting all about it here. So, feel free to check that one out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://cutting-the-fat.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4740291657341229219-8970370831946305025?l=kelliealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/feeds/8970370831946305025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/2009/01/cutting-fat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4740291657341229219/posts/default/8970370831946305025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4740291657341229219/posts/default/8970370831946305025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/2009/01/cutting-fat.html' title='Cutting The Fat'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18132507106888512457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6VoHOl8o68/Sa3GxZZPAiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qk2r53_OV2M/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740291657341229219.post-8354510419257644207</id><published>2009-01-20T23:42:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T23:42:22.589+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I won't be that person.</title><content type='html'>I was watching TV this afternoon, a show about a 'retirement home' where morbidly obese people go when they can no longer take care of themselves. Andover Village, I think it was called. The narrator on the show said that the average weight of it's patients' is 500 pounds. That's 226 kilograms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've seen the show before, because it seemed somewhat familiar. I don't know if I just wasn't paying attention then or I just didn't care, but this time it really hit me. If I don't get healthy now, start eating right and actually taking care of myself, eventually I will probably end up like that. And I don't want that. I'm a fairly independent person and the thought of being so massive that I can't take care of myself? Its.. well.. not something I want to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already have type two diabetes, which leaves me at risk of so many other problems already, which you think would have been enough to make me wake up to myself and realise what I've been doing to myself, and it was for a while. I was diagnosed when I was 15. I made big changes, lost a lot of weight and for a while everything was ok again. Then once I hit VCE, everything changed back. I didn't have time to get out and exercise every day, let alone the energy to.  So I put back on all the weight I'd lost, plus about an extra six kilos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't let myself die this way. I can accept the inevitable fact that one day I will die (that's not to say it doesn't scare me silly), but I won't let it be like this. Because if I keep going down this road, eventually I will die, probably prematurely, of something related to diabetes or just the fact I'm obese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not going to be me. Not any more. From here on in, everything's going to change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4740291657341229219-8354510419257644207?l=kelliealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/feeds/8354510419257644207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-wont-be-that-person.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4740291657341229219/posts/default/8354510419257644207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4740291657341229219/posts/default/8354510419257644207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-wont-be-that-person.html' title='I won&apos;t be that person.'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18132507106888512457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6VoHOl8o68/Sa3GxZZPAiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qk2r53_OV2M/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740291657341229219.post-5825098536527666914</id><published>2009-01-13T21:53:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T21:53:41.076+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss the way things used to be.</title><content type='html'>It's funny, even though I've started taking really positive steps in my life and making goals towards becoming happy and healthier, I find myself missing the way things used to be. I'm changing as a person, and I know it's a good thing but it's going to take some getting used to. I mean, sure the old me was anti-social, had low self esteem and was just generally unhappy with herself and life, but it was me, you know? Although it wasn't a very healthy image, I felt like I knew who I was. And now, I have no idea. I've hidden behind all my problems for years and it's hard to get out of that and get used to becoming someone new.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I'm really excited to be starting all these new things. I'm on a new diet, I've started karate and I feel like I'm finally taking control over my own life. And that does feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now, I don't think even a staircase of positive steps could stop me missing how things were. One corner of my bedroom wall is pretty much covered to the ceiling in memories. Photos, movie tickets, movie posters. Every time I look at it, I'm reminded of school and my friends; and how much I know I'm going to miss it in years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everything changes eventually, right? Just gotta deal with it, I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4740291657341229219-5825098536527666914?l=kelliealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/feeds/5825098536527666914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-miss-way-things-used-to-be.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4740291657341229219/posts/default/5825098536527666914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4740291657341229219/posts/default/5825098536527666914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-miss-way-things-used-to-be.html' title='I miss the way things used to be.'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18132507106888512457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6VoHOl8o68/Sa3GxZZPAiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qk2r53_OV2M/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740291657341229219.post-6460022881243682555</id><published>2008-12-31T20:28:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:28:50.806+11:00</updated><title type='text'>2008: the year that was.</title><content type='html'>Well, 2008 is coming to an end. For me, it was the year of many firsts, many lasts and a lot of both good and bad times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember at the very start of the year, I'd made all these elaborate new years resolutions. I was going to lose weight and get fit. I was going to throw myself into school and do the very best I could. Basically, I just wanted to have a good year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with the year coming to an end I can't help but feel like I wasted it. I didn't really do any of those things, I'm still as unfit as I was a year ago, possibly even more so; and as much as I tried, I couldn't commit myself to school as much as I'd hoped, and it definitely showed on my end of year results. I drifted away from some people who I was once very close with, but I guess that happens as you get older.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying it was all bad though. I turned 18 and watched my friends turn 18 as well; I made some great new friends, and even took up a sport (yes, bowling is a sport!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't made any major plans for 2009 yet. I'm taking a gap year and just going to work and have fun with my friends. I'm not making any new years resolutions - I never stick to them. But I am going to just try and be the best person I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have to say I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping 2009 is a great year for you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4740291657341229219-6460022881243682555?l=kelliealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/feeds/6460022881243682555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-year-that-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4740291657341229219/posts/default/6460022881243682555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4740291657341229219/posts/default/6460022881243682555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-year-that-was.html' title='2008: the year that was.'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18132507106888512457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6VoHOl8o68/Sa3GxZZPAiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qk2r53_OV2M/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740291657341229219.post-858136284653302211</id><published>2008-12-25T10:54:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T10:56:43.267+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Just a quick little blog to say that I hope you all have a Merry Christmas, and a great New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4740291657341229219-858136284653302211?l=kelliealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/feeds/858136284653302211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4740291657341229219/posts/default/858136284653302211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4740291657341229219/posts/default/858136284653302211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18132507106888512457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6VoHOl8o68/Sa3GxZZPAiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qk2r53_OV2M/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740291657341229219.post-4577654504096361235</id><published>2008-12-19T23:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T23:32:45.015+11:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you know what career is right for you?</title><content type='html'>At the start of year 10, as 15 or 16 year olds, we were told we needed to seriously start thinking about career choices. If you ask me, that's way too early. I think very few people really know what they want to do at that age. I mean, my dad didn't find his ideal career until well into his 30's.  By forcing us to think about our career paths that early on, I think it gives people the idea that what they choose now will be what they have to do for the rest of their lives. Which obviously isn't true in this day and age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we enter into Year 11 &amp;amp; 12, we become even more focused on the future and career paths. We're told to choose subjects that wont limit us, but will lead us towards the career we want. We're bombarded with information about different universities and other things which will eventually land us a job (hopefully).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should start making my point: How do you know what career is right for you? How can you make that decision? Since getting my exam results, I've begun thinking about it. But the thing is, I still have no clue what I want to do. I always thought I wanted to get into journalism, writing, or just something to do with the media industry, but now I'm not so sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you figure it out?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4740291657341229219-4577654504096361235?l=kelliealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/feeds/4577654504096361235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-do-you-know-what-career-is-right.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4740291657341229219/posts/default/4577654504096361235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4740291657341229219/posts/default/4577654504096361235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-do-you-know-what-career-is-right.html' title='How do you know what career is right for you?'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18132507106888512457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6VoHOl8o68/Sa3GxZZPAiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qk2r53_OV2M/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740291657341229219.post-8950135857720732927</id><published>2008-12-12T23:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:14:54.109+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello... again.</title><content type='html'>It seems that I cannot stick to writing in a blog for any extended period of time. I always tend to write in them for a few weeks at most, and then they float towards the back of my mind where they are eventually forgotten until a much later time in which I decide I want to start blogging again. However, usually by then I have also forgotten passwords and such, or just feel it would be much easier to start from scratch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am. Blogging once again. It's been some time since I've written.. well.. anything, actually. No poetry, no stories, and it's even becoming harder to think up new &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/profile.php?id=565396389&amp;amp;ref=profile"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt; statuses! I haven't yet been able to figure out if my lack of writing has to do with lack of motivation, or lack of inspiration. Either way, I'm hoping to get back into the swing of it soon because my life is quite dull without writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess considering my previous history with blogging that I really shouldn't make any promises about new entries or anything. But I can promise I'll try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done rambling.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4740291657341229219-8950135857720732927?l=kelliealice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/feeds/8950135857720732927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4740291657341229219/posts/default/8950135857720732927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4740291657341229219/posts/default/8950135857720732927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelliealice.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-again.html' title='Hello... again.'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18132507106888512457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6VoHOl8o68/Sa3GxZZPAiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qk2r53_OV2M/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
