<?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-14831672</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:00:03.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Double Life of La Femme Melika v5.1</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to the lastest version of La Femme Melika. Whats the difference? I'm not telling....

I'm 25, in Perth - Western Australia, studying anthropology, working in a nightclub and post office and currently broke.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TI9Fk_K_vP0/SJHlreCnR-I/AAAAAAAANmk/tDwb0enagtM/S220/DSCF0514.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831672.post-113016656463816791</id><published>2005-10-24T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T08:09:24.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831672-113016656463816791?l=lafemmemelika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/feeds/113016656463816791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831672&amp;postID=113016656463816791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/113016656463816791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/113016656463816791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-quit.html' title=''/><author><name>MR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TI9Fk_K_vP0/SJHlreCnR-I/AAAAAAAANmk/tDwb0enagtM/S220/DSCF0514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831672.post-112840530394300377</id><published>2005-10-03T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T22:55:03.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its A Boy!</title><content type='html'>Last night I dreamt that I had a baby. I don't remember giving birth, but suddenly I had a newborn baby and it was a boy. I've only had three dreams about having a baby in my life and I've always had a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dream, I called my mother to tell her but before I could, she started chastising me about something. I butted in and said "I had a baby and its a boy!" She said something like "Already? I didn't know it had been 9 months already", but I was pissed of so I hung up on her.  This isn't like my mother at all, so its rather weird. Then Aimee came over and saw the baby. I told her that I was thinking of calling him Joshua. She said it was a crap name which was disappointing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on in the dream I gave my baby to some woman to breastfeed it. Then it occurred to me that I could breastfeed it myself and told her so. She said ok, and helped me to 'attach' the baby to my nipple. I was angry at myself for not realising this earlier as I really wanted to breastfeed and bond with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrmm... very weird, and it seems there were a lot of negative thoughts going on in this dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831672-112840530394300377?l=lafemmemelika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/feeds/112840530394300377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831672&amp;postID=112840530394300377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112840530394300377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112840530394300377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-boy.html' title='Its A Boy!'/><author><name>MR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TI9Fk_K_vP0/SJHlreCnR-I/AAAAAAAANmk/tDwb0enagtM/S220/DSCF0514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831672.post-112824338279198319</id><published>2005-10-02T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T01:56:22.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bali Bombings.</title><content type='html'>More Bali Bombings. At first I thought "why would they bother bombing the same place again?" But then it makes sense, since after the 2002 bombings the tourist industry had recovered relatively well. Will a second attack ruin Bali completely? Will it keep tourists away this time? Or will they have to bomb a third time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/2/20/2005_Bali_bombings_SCTV_screenshot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And will Australia be next? Will that stop us from being so apathetic about our lives, our politics and our lifestyle? Seeing things like this on the news is shocking, but people go about their lives like it was just another fiction on tv. Not to say that we must all go crazy with worry, paranoia or forget about happiness. Though I can't help but wonder about people who's lives revolve around drinking, dating and money. Yes, I love all those too!  Hell, I'm drinking right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But imagine what life would be like if people had to start thinking about something other than themselves... Wow, that sounded really condescending, but I mean it genuinely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831672-112824338279198319?l=lafemmemelika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/feeds/112824338279198319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831672&amp;postID=112824338279198319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112824338279198319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112824338279198319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/2005/10/bali-bombings.html' title='Bali Bombings.'/><author><name>MR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TI9Fk_K_vP0/SJHlreCnR-I/AAAAAAAANmk/tDwb0enagtM/S220/DSCF0514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831672.post-112824216691788990</id><published>2005-10-02T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T01:36:07.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Women's Multi</title><content type='html'>I was chastised recently for my lack of blogging by a friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wrote that sentence about 10 minutes ago and drew a blank. People ask: is it because you no longer write about sex that you have nothing to write about now? Thats somewhat true, because my general thoughts are so boring that I feel like they're not really worth writing about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap:&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm watching the Just Shoot Me marathon. I know a lot of people dont like it, but once you get into the show its laugh-out-loud funny.&lt;br /&gt;2. If I go into my clothes room which is a massive mess, i get immediate allergies, so i have to cover my face with a towel.&lt;br /&gt;3. Again, not a single member of my real family is in the country.&lt;br /&gt;4. Too much study!!!&lt;br /&gt;5. Kitty says meow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831672-112824216691788990?l=lafemmemelika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/feeds/112824216691788990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831672&amp;postID=112824216691788990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112824216691788990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112824216691788990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/2005/10/womens-multi.html' title='Women&apos;s Multi'/><author><name>MR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TI9Fk_K_vP0/SJHlreCnR-I/AAAAAAAANmk/tDwb0enagtM/S220/DSCF0514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831672.post-112796360679065707</id><published>2005-09-28T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T20:13:26.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have three assignments left to do before I finish my degree!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831672-112796360679065707?l=lafemmemelika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/feeds/112796360679065707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831672&amp;postID=112796360679065707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112796360679065707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112796360679065707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-have-three-assignments-left-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>MR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TI9Fk_K_vP0/SJHlreCnR-I/AAAAAAAANmk/tDwb0enagtM/S220/DSCF0514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831672.post-112782861092047991</id><published>2005-09-27T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T06:43:30.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Blue.</title><content type='html'>Check out my new jacket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4410/226/1600/jacket1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4410/226/320/jacket1.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/14831672-112782861092047991?l=lafemmemelika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/feeds/112782861092047991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831672&amp;postID=112782861092047991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112782861092047991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112782861092047991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-blue.html' title='Its Blue.'/><author><name>MR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TI9Fk_K_vP0/SJHlreCnR-I/AAAAAAAANmk/tDwb0enagtM/S220/DSCF0514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831672.post-112747528538862309</id><published>2005-09-23T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T04:42:30.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Infusion Yeah!</title><content type='html'>The time to go to Infusion tonight is "speeding" up upon me. I can't wait!!!! Arrrgghhhh. I haven't gone out for so long it seems. First I'm going to Niche for Christian and Neil's (my sister's boyfriend, who is in town from Manila) joint birthday party. That should be pretty fun. I'm going to try not to drink too much because last night we had a family dinner and I got totally trashed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4410/226/1600/infusion1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4410/226/400/infusion.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite hung over today... and i don't want ruin my night by getting sloppy. That said, i'm already drinking a glass of wine and have to buy the guys some drinks at the bar for their birthday... so we'll see how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - the first time I saw Infusion was a couple of years ago at a Metros thing and i was blown away. Then I saw them at the Big Day Out, and their set wasn't as good. They didn't seem to be as into it. I'm hoping tonight will be better since it's their own gig and the Ambar is quite small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woooooohooooooooooooo - this is going to be excellent!!@!@#@#$#%$^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Adam Freeland - We Want Your Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831672-112747528538862309?l=lafemmemelika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/feeds/112747528538862309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831672&amp;postID=112747528538862309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112747528538862309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112747528538862309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/2005/09/infusion-yeah.html' title='Infusion Yeah!'/><author><name>MR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TI9Fk_K_vP0/SJHlreCnR-I/AAAAAAAANmk/tDwb0enagtM/S220/DSCF0514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831672.post-112713494518104575</id><published>2005-09-19T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T06:02:25.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom Teeth 2</title><content type='html'>Well, the pain from my lack of wisdom teeth have gotten worse and worse. My face is bloated and I can't eat anything and i'm GOING INSANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrgghhh it sucks. I had to get extra pain meds from the doctor, and when they finally kick in the feeling of no pain is SO delicious. It really makes me realise how NOT being in pain should never be taken for granted. But I miss wine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - enough of that shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831672-112713494518104575?l=lafemmemelika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/feeds/112713494518104575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831672&amp;postID=112713494518104575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112713494518104575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112713494518104575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/2005/09/wisdom-teeth-2.html' title='Wisdom Teeth 2'/><author><name>MR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TI9Fk_K_vP0/SJHlreCnR-I/AAAAAAAANmk/tDwb0enagtM/S220/DSCF0514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831672.post-112695810199803386</id><published>2005-09-17T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T05:59:24.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom teeth</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went to hospital to get my wisdom teeth out, and now it feels like I've been in a boxing ring and taken multiple rounds in the jaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm coping okay despite the pain and chipmunk cheek swelling. After the tonsillectomy I had a couple of months ago, its not so bad. But comparing pain is still kinda pointless as pain is pain and I'm a big baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831672-112695810199803386?l=lafemmemelika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/feeds/112695810199803386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831672&amp;postID=112695810199803386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112695810199803386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112695810199803386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/2005/09/wisdom-teeth.html' title='Wisdom teeth'/><author><name>MR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TI9Fk_K_vP0/SJHlreCnR-I/AAAAAAAANmk/tDwb0enagtM/S220/DSCF0514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831672.post-112676099172669599</id><published>2005-09-14T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T22:09:51.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Doh.</title><content type='html'>I went to have my shower today, got completely naked and was about to step in when I saw that there was a massive wasp in my way. I ran out of the bathroom into the living room and was asking John to come and save me from it, when a man walked past our front window. I was standing there completely naked and when he looked in, I screamed and jumped behind the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John thought it was pretty funny, took the wasp outside and I continued with my shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After washing, I went to put on my underwear and found some massive dark red 80's panties that came up to my waist. I went back into the living room and started doing a bit of a dance for John, while he laughed at my massive underwear. This time two men carrying a table walked past and happened to look into to find me prancing about in these big 80's undies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great start to the day.... and a nice (and embarrassing) welcome to my new neighbours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831672-112676099172669599?l=lafemmemelika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/feeds/112676099172669599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831672&amp;postID=112676099172669599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112676099172669599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112676099172669599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/2005/09/double-doh.html' title='Double Doh.'/><author><name>MR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TI9Fk_K_vP0/SJHlreCnR-I/AAAAAAAANmk/tDwb0enagtM/S220/DSCF0514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831672.post-112658306346571387</id><published>2005-09-12T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T20:44:23.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I QUIT!</title><content type='html'>Well, I QUIT the nightclub work. I had a terrible Saturday night and that feeling of dread before work was just getting too much for me.  So I told everyone on Sunday and felt like its the right thing to do. Now I'll just be hanging out there getting drunk legitimately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote the WORST paper for that anthropology question that I had earlier. Just thinking about it makes me cringe and consider full-time postal work. For about 3 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its confusing to have a lecturer who's really not attractive, but with a Russian accent that makes my pants warm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831672-112658306346571387?l=lafemmemelika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/feeds/112658306346571387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831672&amp;postID=112658306346571387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112658306346571387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112658306346571387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-quit.html' title='I QUIT!'/><author><name>MR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TI9Fk_K_vP0/SJHlreCnR-I/AAAAAAAANmk/tDwb0enagtM/S220/DSCF0514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831672.post-112632841904453442</id><published>2005-09-09T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T22:09:47.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My (Texan) Father sent me this picture and I had to post it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4410/226/1600/BushVaca%201%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4410/226/400/BushVaca%201%201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4410/226/1600/BushVaca%201%20.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831672-112632841904453442?l=lafemmemelika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/feeds/112632841904453442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831672&amp;postID=112632841904453442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112632841904453442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112632841904453442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-texan-father-sent-me-this-picture.html' title='My (Texan) Father sent me this picture and I had to post it.'/><author><name>MR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TI9Fk_K_vP0/SJHlreCnR-I/AAAAAAAANmk/tDwb0enagtM/S220/DSCF0514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831672.post-112618252794473964</id><published>2005-09-09T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T05:31:16.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage and all that shit!</title><content type='html'>Today I caught up with my first love: Michael. It was good to see him. We dated for about a year when I was 16/17. He had come back for Kirralee's funeral &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4410/226/1600/TITLE1.JPG"&gt;(see story)&lt;/a&gt;. We went to the Como and had a good chat about what we'd been doing in the last 2 years. And no, there were no residual feelings. He's like a brother to me now.&lt;br /&gt;We both commented on the fact that our friends were all settling down, getting married and preparing for kids, whereas neither of us were ready for that kind of shit! it made me feel a bit better in that respect. Speaking of which:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEWS****&lt;br /&gt;My best friend Aliesha just got engaged! It's really about time for her as she's been going out with the same guy (from my high school) for about 4 years and they're building a house together. He's been in the navy and spent a long, LONG, long time out at sea throughout that time. For anyone to stick by their partner during this means that they're obviously committed.&lt;br /&gt;He proposed to her in Cairns on holiday and gave her a really nice ring. I'm really happy for her. When she came by to show me the ring and catch up - I was thinking OMG we're too young to be getting married - but FUCK! We're 25! Almost 26! We're really not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of preparing for the life that I want. It's rather depressing at times. I want to get my career on the road, be financially independent, start thinking about my future, but being stuck at uni and the prospect of more uni, puts that on the backburner. I guess thats why being with JBJ works out well as well, because although he's only 21, we're both at the same stage in our lives and not expecting to do those sorts of things any time soon (i.e. marriage, kids and the likes). But yes, it does get to me now and then.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily that seems to be acceptable in our society...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831672-112618252794473964?l=lafemmemelika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/feeds/112618252794473964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831672&amp;postID=112618252794473964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112618252794473964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112618252794473964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/2005/09/marriage-and-all-that-shit.html' title='Marriage and all that shit!'/><author><name>MR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TI9Fk_K_vP0/SJHlreCnR-I/AAAAAAAANmk/tDwb0enagtM/S220/DSCF0514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831672.post-112617950403228935</id><published>2005-09-08T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T04:38:24.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>History of Anthropological Theory</title><content type='html'>Ergh - I have an assignment due tomorrow, and I've spent too much time on the easy parts than the hard parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is:&lt;br /&gt;Critically analyse any major methodology, theory and/or theoretical concepts that anthropologists have used to explain women's lives. To what extent have they found evidence of the oppression of women? Use themes, case studies and examples to provide evidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have heaps of themes, case studies and examples, but the theory I'm going to use? What a pain in the arse. I love practical anthropology. Theories and methodologies are obviously important, but they're also laborious and the language is always didactic and mind frying.&lt;br /&gt;BUT - obviously one has learn these things. Damnit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831672-112617950403228935?l=lafemmemelika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/feeds/112617950403228935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831672&amp;postID=112617950403228935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112617950403228935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112617950403228935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/2005/09/history-of-anthropological-theory.html' title='History of Anthropological Theory'/><author><name>MR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TI9Fk_K_vP0/SJHlreCnR-I/AAAAAAAANmk/tDwb0enagtM/S220/DSCF0514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831672.post-112554629442033615</id><published>2005-08-31T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T02:57:14.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell has been going on??</title><content type='html'>Heres the lowdown. Is that word still used nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working two days a week at the Post Office, which is pretty good for the cash, but the customers are as stupid as I remember. My boss is really cool to work with. As long as I do my job well and the money is accurate, I can do anything i want when we're not busy. Ie, read the paper, play with my mobile, dance the foxtrot, spay and neuter homeless pets and prepare my float for the annual gay and lesbian mardigras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a crap week last week. It was total shitsville, but this week seems much better! I'm not sure if I put it down to the end of my period or the copious amounts of illegal prescription drugs, but hey - who cares! Today I'm going to hang out with Johnny Boy Junior's sister. We get on pretty well, so we're going for a coffee and a chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, its catching up with crappy uni and nights at the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831672-112554629442033615?l=lafemmemelika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/feeds/112554629442033615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831672&amp;postID=112554629442033615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112554629442033615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112554629442033615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-hell-has-been-going-on.html' title='What the hell has been going on??'/><author><name>MR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TI9Fk_K_vP0/SJHlreCnR-I/AAAAAAAANmk/tDwb0enagtM/S220/DSCF0514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831672.post-112548029153891654</id><published>2005-08-31T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T02:24:51.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woohoo!</title><content type='html'>I made about $160 on eBay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831672-112548029153891654?l=lafemmemelika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/feeds/112548029153891654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831672&amp;postID=112548029153891654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112548029153891654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112548029153891654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/2005/08/woohoo.html' title='Woohoo!'/><author><name>MR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TI9Fk_K_vP0/SJHlreCnR-I/AAAAAAAANmk/tDwb0enagtM/S220/DSCF0514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831672.post-112531171183396280</id><published>2005-08-29T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T03:35:11.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lame</title><content type='html'>Banning Muslim girls from wearing the hijab in schools? That wont piss off muslim extremists!&lt;br /&gt;And whats the point?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831672-112531171183396280?l=lafemmemelika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/feeds/112531171183396280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831672&amp;postID=112531171183396280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112531171183396280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112531171183396280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/2005/08/lame.html' title='Lame'/><author><name>MR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TI9Fk_K_vP0/SJHlreCnR-I/AAAAAAAANmk/tDwb0enagtM/S220/DSCF0514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831672.post-112511810281640587</id><published>2005-08-26T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T21:50:16.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a Dunjey life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.dunjey.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tee hee! Check out this douchebag!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 456px; height: 342px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/259/4252/640/PC2801331.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831672-112511810281640587?l=lafemmemelika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/feeds/112511810281640587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831672&amp;postID=112511810281640587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112511810281640587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112511810281640587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-dunjey-life.html' title='Its a Dunjey life?'/><author><name>MR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TI9Fk_K_vP0/SJHlreCnR-I/AAAAAAAANmk/tDwb0enagtM/S220/DSCF0514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831672.post-112498205317435150</id><published>2005-08-25T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T08:00:53.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>http://www.abc.net.au/news/newsitems/200508/s1445077.htm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="updated"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A girl I knew once was on this flight. She was a friend of my ex-boyfriend, extremely nice, extremely pretty. I'm sorry I didn't know her better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Update:&lt;/strong&gt; Wednesday, August 24, 2005. 2:00pm (AEST)&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;!-- Main Image --&gt;  &lt;table align="left" border="0" cellpadding="8" cellspacing="0" width="158"&gt;   &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee" valign="top"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.abc.net.au/reslib/200508/r56324_153737.jpg" onclick="javascript:imgWindow('http://www.abc.net.au/reslib/200508/r56324_153737.jpg','56324',384,364,'Waiting for news: relatives of plane crash victims arrive at the airport in Lima. ABC News Online', 'Waiting for news: relatives of plane crash victims arrive at the airport in Lima');return false;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.abc.net.au/reslib/200508/r56324_153738.jpg" alt="Waiting for news: relatives of plane crash victims arrive at the airport in Lima" class="featurepic" border="1" height="150" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;p class="mainpiccaption"&gt;Waiting for news: relatives of plane crash victims arrive at the airport in Lima &lt;span class="credit"&gt; (Reuters) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.abc.net.au/news/img/spacer.gif" alt="" border="0" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;   &lt;!-- End Main Image --&gt;   &lt;h1&gt;Australian 'aboard' Peru crash flight&lt;/h1&gt;    &lt;p class="wallacepara"&gt;  An Australian was reportedly aboard a plane that has crashed in Peru's Amazon basin, killing at least 37 people.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="wallacepara"&gt;  Officials say at least 52 of the 100 people who were on the TANS airline flight survived the crash.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="wallacepara"&gt;  Authorities have called off rescue efforts at the muddy crash site near the city of Pucallpa for the night.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="wallacepara"&gt; "Among the survivors are 50 passengers and two members of the crew," TANS spokesman Jorge Belevan said, adding that others may still be alive.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="wallacepara"&gt;  "These persons have been contacted and all of them are alive," he said.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="wallacepara"&gt; An Australian was among 16 foreigners listed as being on board the flight but there is no information on whether he or she was killed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="wallacepara"&gt; Mr Belevan says that of a group of 16 foreigners, five Americans who are members of a single family survived, as well as two Italians.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="wallacepara"&gt;  He had no information on the other foreigners said to be on the flight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831672-112498205317435150?l=lafemmemelika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/feeds/112498205317435150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831672&amp;postID=112498205317435150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112498205317435150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112498205317435150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/2005/08/httpwwwabcnetaunewsnewsitems200508s144.html' title='http://www.abc.net.au/news/newsitems/200508/s1445077.htm'/><author><name>MR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TI9Fk_K_vP0/SJHlreCnR-I/AAAAAAAANmk/tDwb0enagtM/S220/DSCF0514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831672.post-112489615164045735</id><published>2005-08-24T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T08:09:11.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring post.</title><content type='html'>Oh god I'm so bored. Everything is SO boring. Absolutely nothing excites me anymore. I'm so boring! I don't remember being this boring, but I really must be to be this bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831672-112489615164045735?l=lafemmemelika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/feeds/112489615164045735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831672&amp;postID=112489615164045735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112489615164045735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112489615164045735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/2005/08/boring-post.html' title='Boring post.'/><author><name>MR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TI9Fk_K_vP0/SJHlreCnR-I/AAAAAAAANmk/tDwb0enagtM/S220/DSCF0514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831672.post-112480807168011974</id><published>2005-08-23T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T07:41:11.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My boobs hurt :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831672-112480807168011974?l=lafemmemelika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/feeds/112480807168011974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831672&amp;postID=112480807168011974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112480807168011974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112480807168011974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-boobs-hurt.html' title=''/><author><name>MR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TI9Fk_K_vP0/SJHlreCnR-I/AAAAAAAANmk/tDwb0enagtM/S220/DSCF0514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831672.post-112480724667316292</id><published>2005-08-23T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T07:27:26.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering London</title><content type='html'>I had dinner with my ex-boyfriend Miguel tonight. We went to Seizan and the sashimi was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.seizan.com.au/restaurant/interior3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had just come back from London and took photos of all the places we used to go to when we lived there together. We lived mostly in Kensington and Hammersmith and he also went to all our favourite restaurants and pubs we would hang out in. It was cool to see them all again. He's thinking of moving back there as his family and friends are all in the area. I would definately have to go visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all seems like such a long time ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831672-112480724667316292?l=lafemmemelika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/feeds/112480724667316292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831672&amp;postID=112480724667316292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112480724667316292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112480724667316292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/2005/08/remembering-london.html' title='Remembering London'/><author><name>MR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TI9Fk_K_vP0/SJHlreCnR-I/AAAAAAAANmk/tDwb0enagtM/S220/DSCF0514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831672.post-112479315271935413</id><published>2005-08-23T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T03:32:32.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Eye</title><content type='html'>I have an annoying cold, which made work on Saturday pretty crap. When I finished at 5am, I drove over to John's house to pick him up, but after five minutes of shaking him and holding his nose I realised he wasn't going to wake up. I was rather pissed off and drove all the way home.&lt;br /&gt;He came over later with a nice shiny black eye. Pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was my mothers birthday and we had a family dinner. These are always rather amusing as everyone tends to get drunk, and this was no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uni sucks this semester. I really can't get into my work, which means a long and struggling 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone watch Media watch last night? It was pretty good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831672-112479315271935413?l=lafemmemelika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/feeds/112479315271935413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831672&amp;postID=112479315271935413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112479315271935413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112479315271935413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/2005/08/black-eye.html' title='Black Eye'/><author><name>MR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TI9Fk_K_vP0/SJHlreCnR-I/AAAAAAAANmk/tDwb0enagtM/S220/DSCF0514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831672.post-112441825829149482</id><published>2005-08-18T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T19:24:18.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day to day.</title><content type='html'>I saw Land of the Dead on Wednesday night. That movie sure did suck. I felt physically ill due t all the violence, but the story was mighty lame too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won the quiz last night - woohoo! John bought me a bottle of champagne and I got really trashed. It was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm having a party at my house with the guys. It should be fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831672-112441825829149482?l=lafemmemelika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/feeds/112441825829149482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831672&amp;postID=112441825829149482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112441825829149482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112441825829149482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/2005/08/day-to-day.html' title='Day to day.'/><author><name>MR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TI9Fk_K_vP0/SJHlreCnR-I/AAAAAAAANmk/tDwb0enagtM/S220/DSCF0514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831672.post-112427184993012829</id><published>2005-08-17T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T02:44:09.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Enemy No #14789393</title><content type='html'>I've never had an enemy before, and I'm finding it quite amusing. Especially because he seems to be quite a retentive moron. Being called "immature" while he reads my blog just to make mean comments to me under false names is annoyingly hypocritical, but it has gotten me typing this, so perhaps its the best attention I could get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news John is taking me out on a date tonight! Yeehaw!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831672-112427184993012829?l=lafemmemelika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/feeds/112427184993012829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831672&amp;postID=112427184993012829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112427184993012829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112427184993012829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/2005/08/public-enemy-no-14789393.html' title='Public Enemy No #14789393'/><author><name>MR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TI9Fk_K_vP0/SJHlreCnR-I/AAAAAAAANmk/tDwb0enagtM/S220/DSCF0514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831672.post-112419788233674010</id><published>2005-08-16T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T06:11:22.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is anyone else watching The Swan Pageant and feeling ill?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831672-112419788233674010?l=lafemmemelika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/feeds/112419788233674010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831672&amp;postID=112419788233674010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112419788233674010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112419788233674010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/2005/08/is-anyone-else-watching-swan-pageant.html' title=''/><author><name>MR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TI9Fk_K_vP0/SJHlreCnR-I/AAAAAAAANmk/tDwb0enagtM/S220/DSCF0514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831672.post-112419106407316297</id><published>2005-08-16T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T04:17:44.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Daily Constitutional</title><content type='html'>I was "reading" The Daily Constitutional which you can find by clicking on the picture of James:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://itneededtobesaid.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/6695/200/RIMG0143.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I decided to do the quiz. With wonderous results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.similarminds.com/leader/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/othertests.html"&gt;What Famous Leader Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out James' site. It's almost as pretty as he is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831672-112419106407316297?l=lafemmemelika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/feeds/112419106407316297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831672&amp;postID=112419106407316297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112419106407316297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112419106407316297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/2005/08/daily-constitutional.html' title='The Daily Constitutional'/><author><name>MR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TI9Fk_K_vP0/SJHlreCnR-I/AAAAAAAANmk/tDwb0enagtM/S220/DSCF0514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831672.post-112418398899184068</id><published>2005-08-16T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T02:19:49.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in the West Australian</title><content type='html'>Yes I was in The West. Melissa Kent interviewed me over the phone and some of what i said ended up in the paper. On page 16 (Opinion page) my part wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"..... Some are closer to home than we realise. Perth blogger Melika has had some 36,000 visitors to her site, The Double Life of La Femme Melika, since she set it up as a joke in September 2003.&lt;br /&gt;She equates the fascination with blogs to reading gossip columns about celebrities, but has recently refrained from revealing too much about her personal life.&lt;br /&gt;"At the start i didn't have many readers but as I started to write more explicitly it became more popular, " she says.&lt;br /&gt;"I started writing about explicit stuff as a feminist thing about how women wanting to have sex are portayed as sluts, but I realised I was pandering to a lot of nerdy guys out there who got off on it.&lt;br /&gt;"Some people are quite shocked when they find out about it because it is like another part of my personality, a double life that I lead.&lt;br /&gt;I think i do it because its nice to have feedbacks about your thoughts. There is a fame thing to it".......&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing too shocking :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831672-112418398899184068?l=lafemmemelika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/feeds/112418398899184068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831672&amp;postID=112418398899184068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112418398899184068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112418398899184068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-in-west-australian.html' title='I&apos;m in the West Australian'/><author><name>MR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TI9Fk_K_vP0/SJHlreCnR-I/AAAAAAAANmk/tDwb0enagtM/S220/DSCF0514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831672.post-112411474469937393</id><published>2005-08-15T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T07:05:44.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolf Harris and Ecstasy</title><content type='html'>I'm watching Denton interviewing Rolf Harris (not by choice), and he just told a story about when he was performing at Glastonbury Festival, some guy went up to him and asked him for a big hug. The guy said "I've loved you all my life" and then got embarrassed and run away. Rolf was really moved by this experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can pretty much categorically say that this guy was definately on a pill, as this is the most classic pill experience. Especially at Glastonbury!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831672-112411474469937393?l=lafemmemelika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/feeds/112411474469937393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831672&amp;postID=112411474469937393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112411474469937393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112411474469937393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/2005/08/rolf-harris-and-ecstasy.html' title='Rolf Harris and Ecstasy'/><author><name>MR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TI9Fk_K_vP0/SJHlreCnR-I/AAAAAAAANmk/tDwb0enagtM/S220/DSCF0514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831672.post-112392952471045412</id><published>2005-08-13T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T02:31:54.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ebay</title><content type='html'>I'm about to head off to a friend of John's 21st costume party. The theme is cult movies and I am dressed up as the secretary from Secretary. Complete with handcuffs. I'll try and get a photo...&lt;br /&gt;John is going as Edward Scissorhands with spatulas and egg beaters as the scissor parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night at work was pretty interesting. I was hit on more times in that one night than I have in the last 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Monday now and i've just come home from work. Since I'm working at the post office now, i've put heaps of things for sale on Ebay. I'll let you know how they go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831672-112392952471045412?l=lafemmemelika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/feeds/112392952471045412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831672&amp;postID=112392952471045412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112392952471045412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112392952471045412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/2005/08/ebay.html' title='Ebay'/><author><name>MR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TI9Fk_K_vP0/SJHlreCnR-I/AAAAAAAANmk/tDwb0enagtM/S220/DSCF0514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831672.post-112375028495364547</id><published>2005-08-11T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T01:51:24.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Women on trampolines.</title><content type='html'>Some flakey woman at the exchange office made me so angry today. I am filled with rage! John says I need anger management. I just think "people" suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I caught sight of my stomach flopping over my jeans and so decided to jump on my new mini trampoline. I recorded my efforts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4410/226/1600/trampoline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4410/226/320/trampoline.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why did I record them? I....don't....know......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831672-112375028495364547?l=lafemmemelika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/feeds/112375028495364547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831672&amp;postID=112375028495364547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112375028495364547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112375028495364547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/2005/08/women-on-trampolines.html' title='Women on trampolines.'/><author><name>MR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TI9Fk_K_vP0/SJHlreCnR-I/AAAAAAAANmk/tDwb0enagtM/S220/DSCF0514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831672.post-112373341880371723</id><published>2005-08-10T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T21:10:18.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bup bAww</title><content type='html'>Previously on La Femme Melika:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melika died her hair blonde and it looked rather wrong so she died it back to brown.&lt;br /&gt;She then went to uni but went to all the wrong classes and became really fucked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to bargain sex for cleaning with john, but unfortunately its not working. Tee hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught up with Denis finally at uni. He was looking the same... crusty shirt, hyperactive. I'm a bit annoyed that I swapped Indonesian History for Critical Security Studies, but now its the only thing that will fit into my timetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? This is the reason its taken me so long to blog recently.&lt;br /&gt;Quiz tonight - there will surely we debauchery to report!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831672-112373341880371723?l=lafemmemelika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/feeds/112373341880371723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831672&amp;postID=112373341880371723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112373341880371723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112373341880371723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/2005/08/bup-baww.html' title='Bup bAww'/><author><name>MR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TI9Fk_K_vP0/SJHlreCnR-I/AAAAAAAANmk/tDwb0enagtM/S220/DSCF0514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831672.post-112321095871056161</id><published>2005-08-04T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T20:02:38.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging sucks.</title><content type='html'>I'm watching Golden Girls on a free Friday morning - can't get any better than that. Tee hee Blanche and Rose are dirty dancing. Thats classic. And i'm just going to go out back to kill myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my puppies are coming over to stay for the weekend! hooray! Although they're not really puppies - they're massive, and i'm allergic to them. They're guaranteed to drive John insane which should be rather funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes, yes. That’s what you do when life hands you a chance to be with someone special. You just grab that... that brownish area by its points and you don’t let go no matter what your mom says."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831672-112321095871056161?l=lafemmemelika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/feeds/112321095871056161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831672&amp;postID=112321095871056161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112321095871056161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112321095871056161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/2005/08/blogging-sucks.html' title='Blogging sucks.'/><author><name>MR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TI9Fk_K_vP0/SJHlreCnR-I/AAAAAAAANmk/tDwb0enagtM/S220/DSCF0514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831672.post-112312683583292381</id><published>2005-08-03T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T20:40:35.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831672-112312683583292381?l=lafemmemelika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/feeds/112312683583292381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831672&amp;postID=112312683583292381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112312683583292381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112312683583292381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>MR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TI9Fk_K_vP0/SJHlreCnR-I/AAAAAAAANmk/tDwb0enagtM/S220/DSCF0514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831672.post-112296995117886570</id><published>2005-08-02T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T01:07:34.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out what I'm dating at the moment:</title><content type='html'>Check out what I'm dating at the moment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4410/226/1600/JBJhat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4410/226/320/JBJhat.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Dimension - Wolfmother&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831672-112296995117886570?l=lafemmemelika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/feeds/112296995117886570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831672&amp;postID=112296995117886570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112296995117886570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112296995117886570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/2005/08/check-out-what-im-dating-at-moment.html' title='Check out what I&apos;m dating at the moment:'/><author><name>MR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TI9Fk_K_vP0/SJHlreCnR-I/AAAAAAAANmk/tDwb0enagtM/S220/DSCF0514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831672.post-112296307718483166</id><published>2005-08-01T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T23:11:17.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixmatch</title><content type='html'>Did I mention that I have yellow hair now? Well I do. And its not blonde, its yellow. It's really starting to look like shit, so it probably wont last very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooooooooooooo broke. I'm thinking about selling my car. No one agrees with me, but it might be the best idea. I'm tired of being poor. Its very demoralising and I feel guilty almost every day for buying anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I did just have my first day of postal work yesterday, and it went fine. Almost as if I'd never left two years ago. I had my first class of uni today as well. Critical Security Studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is going on with my hormones as well because I've been absolutely insatiable for the past 4 or 5 days. Its rather strange, but john seems to be enjoying the attention. I doubt it will last long....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to clean the house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831672-112296307718483166?l=lafemmemelika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/feeds/112296307718483166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831672&amp;postID=112296307718483166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112296307718483166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112296307718483166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/2005/08/mixmatch.html' title='Mixmatch'/><author><name>MR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TI9Fk_K_vP0/SJHlreCnR-I/AAAAAAAANmk/tDwb0enagtM/S220/DSCF0514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831672.post-112271811406989266</id><published>2005-07-30T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T03:08:34.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have the bucket on standby</title><content type='html'>Last night I hung out with Alex and Lynne and got rather trashed. We talked shit, played poker and stayed up til 5am. It was rather fun. But today I've had the hangover from hell from the bottle of champagne I drank and had to have the bucket on standby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work tonight. I haven't been to work in over a month due to sickness and holidays, so it'll be interesting to see whether I have fun or hate being back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831672-112271811406989266?l=lafemmemelika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/feeds/112271811406989266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831672&amp;postID=112271811406989266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112271811406989266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112271811406989266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/2005/07/have-bucket-on-standby.html' title='Have the bucket on standby'/><author><name>MR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TI9Fk_K_vP0/SJHlreCnR-I/AAAAAAAANmk/tDwb0enagtM/S220/DSCF0514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831672.post-112269822522037271</id><published>2005-07-29T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T21:43:18.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here are some extra photos of my trip to the Philippines</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4410/226/1600/emilymanila.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4410/226/320/emilymanila.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister Emily displaying a model of the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4410/226/1600/FortuneDuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4410/226/320/FortuneDuck.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily and her boyfriend Neil at the front of our Tagatay hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4410/226/1600/mechocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4410/226/320/mechocolate.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying some Max Brenner chocolate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831672-112269822522037271?l=lafemmemelika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/feeds/112269822522037271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831672&amp;postID=112269822522037271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112269822522037271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112269822522037271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/2005/07/here-are-some-extra-photos-of-my-trip.html' title='Here are some extra photos of my trip to the Philippines'/><author><name>MR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TI9Fk_K_vP0/SJHlreCnR-I/AAAAAAAANmk/tDwb0enagtM/S220/DSCF0514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831672.post-112269789163267969</id><published>2005-07-29T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T03:17:45.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manila!</title><content type='html'>Luckily my sister posted about my trip to Manila, so I'm just going to copy and paste it here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2849/368/320/E%20and%20L%20Taal%20view.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday night Neil and I made a trip down to the airport to pick up Melika, my sister who arrived in Manila from visiting my dad in China. Unfortunately her trip turned out to be only a short one, but it was still great to see her! On Friday I took the day off work and we headed down to Greenhills for breakfast at Pancake House and some shopping. We bought a few things but the highlight of the morning was Liss’s, “that’s a tall Filipino woman” and my response, “that’s not a woman!” After we got tired of shopping and all the “Yes maam you like?” comments, we dropped our stuff off at the house and caught a taxi to Intramuros. We had a quick look around but it was raining a bit so we stopped off for some lunch while it passed. As one of the main tourist attractions of Manila, Melika seemed pretty unimpressed with Intramuros. Perhaps coming from China where she showed pictures us of the Forbidden City, Summer Palace, the Great Wall, Temple of Heaven Park, and Tianammen Square I should have known! We walked through Rizal Park and then over to the bay but by this time the weather had turned really hot and the sky was pretty overcast and muggy, so we instead decided to go home for a rest before going out for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a rest we headed into Makati where we had a quick look around the mall before eating some yummy sushi and Asian food in Greenbelt. We then headed down to Max Somethingerather's which specialises in chocolate. We both ordered chocolate drinks but it wasn't as yummy as we thought - especially for non-chocolate lovers, but the idea was pretty novel. By that stage we were full and tired so we caught a taxi home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagaytay is a pretty touristy area and we were immediately accosted with "boat ride", "where are you going", "do you need a tricycle" and from that moment we should have known what it would be like in this highly touristy town. We spent a long time looking around for a decent place to spend the night – a first here in the Philippines for Neil and I. Usually we are able to find decent, affordable places pretty soon after arriving in a new town. So it was a bit of a pain, and most annoyingly, we were taken advantage of by a couple of local drivers. This only equated to a couple of Australian dollars, but it’s still annoying. After getting a better layout of the town, we took Jeepneys – they are a standard price and a decent ride. We finally found a decent place to stay, but the room wasn’t available until after 8, so we headed back up the hill to eat a Josephine’s. Josephine’s ended up being a yummy and picturesque restaurant which overlooked Taal Volcano and its lake. It served Filipino food and was pretty decent. At least finding a decent restaurant and decent place to stay meant that the day ended fairly well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we left the hotel and had breakfast at a little place up the road. It turned out to be a good choice with decent breakfast and Seinfeld on tv. Hee hee. We then waited about 30 minutes in a jeepney before it took the 20 minute trip down to Talisay where you catch the boat across to Taal Volcano (some jeepneys won’t leave until they are full of passengers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice boat ride across the lake to the volcano – we got a little wet, but it was nice to be on water. Once we arrived we were then accosted with offers of guides and horses to take us up the mountain. The Lonely Planet noted that you don’t need a guide, that the path is just one way up the hill and we were kind of happy to walk rather than take a horse up. For the first 10 minutes or so we were followed by people trying to offer services as guides. One even tried to make us pay him $200 pesos entrance fee for the municipal police. I told him to take us to the Municipal Police Office and we’ll pay it there and kept walking. This weekend was really the first time in the Philippines we’ve been hassled like this!! The walk wasn’t the nicest as we had to hike up a dusty track with lots of horse poo everywhere, but it kind of got nicer as we got further up the hill. We stopped and let Melika try some buko (young coconut) while we rested a little. Then it wasn’t too much further before we reached the summit. After a disturbing incident with a kitten – we were kind of over the whole thing (which was a bit of a shame because the inner crater was quite impressive) and hiked back down. We got caught in the rain but Melika and I had umbrellas so we only got a little wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we were back in Manila and went to do some final shopping at Megamall in Ortigas. We had cinnamon rolls for breakfast and bought some clothes and some new shoes. We met Neil for lunch and then it was time to go home so Melika could head off to the airport to head home – boooo hooo – the trip was way way too short!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2849/368/320/Em%20and%20Liss%20Taal2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2849/368/320/Tagaytay%20is%20patience.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831672-112269789163267969?l=lafemmemelika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/feeds/112269789163267969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831672&amp;postID=112269789163267969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112269789163267969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112269789163267969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/2005/07/manila.html' title='Manila!'/><author><name>MR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TI9Fk_K_vP0/SJHlreCnR-I/AAAAAAAANmk/tDwb0enagtM/S220/DSCF0514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831672.post-112263124677637737</id><published>2005-07-29T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T03:00:46.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambivalent about men.</title><content type='html'>I felt like utter shit today, so I sat down to watch American History X to get a bit of perspective. It worked pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been going through this theory/idea in my head about how men's attitudes and vision of women sexually, mould women into the objects that they put value on, and also then devalue for that being their only identity. I was trying to discuss it out loud with John at some stage, then I started becoming overly militant and was then accused of being a psycho-feminist (certainly not the first time in my life). It gets confusing because I've always held the belief that women should own their own sexuality and not be ashamed of themselves, but then theres the problem of falling into the trap of pandering to mens desire in the process. Thats not to say that one can't do both, but the line between the two is very very hazy. I definately feel as if I've travelled back and forth between the two many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is dressing up for work pandering to mens desires, or expressing my sexuality/identity?&lt;br /&gt;And similarly is vocalising a love for sex/sexuality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly watching television like The Man Show and seeing girls in town wearing tiny tops to advertise for some shop makes me feel sick, as women are seen as pieces of meat. But then why shouldn't women exploit this major weakness of men to get ahead monetarily or otherwise, when men are certainly willing to exploit women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it goes on and on in my head. Sorry, just felt like a rant....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831672-112263124677637737?l=lafemmemelika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/feeds/112263124677637737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831672&amp;postID=112263124677637737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112263124677637737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112263124677637737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/2005/07/ambivalent-about-men.html' title='Ambivalent about men.'/><author><name>MR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TI9Fk_K_vP0/SJHlreCnR-I/AAAAAAAANmk/tDwb0enagtM/S220/DSCF0514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831672.post-112256473275908739</id><published>2005-07-28T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T08:32:12.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Forbidden City</title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from the quiz. it was cool to see the guys again. We came third. Before this i spent 2 hours playing poker with Regina and her husband. I didn't go so well. Before that i picked up the rest of my photos from the guy who overcharged me.&lt;br /&gt;I have my period - yes PERIOD, and it hurts like a mother fucker. Garrrrr. However, my throat and tooth feel much better - hazaar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4410/226/1600/metiananmen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4410/226/320/metiananmen.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahem, anyway...more on China? I watched The Last Emperor last night and it was cool to see the Forbidden City and all the places we walked past in the movie. Just to see where they lived and such and then the tourist groups coming through at the end was rather poigniant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Forbidden City was the imperial palace during the Ming and Qing dynasties. It is the world's largest palace complex and covers 74 hectares. Surrounded by a six meter deep moat and a ten meter high wall are 9,999 buildings. Through the gate behind my in this picture is the Forbidden City. It was said that a million workers including one hundred thousand artisans&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4410/226/1600/forbiddencity1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4410/226/320/forbiddencity1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; were driven into the long-term hard labor of building the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was great, but it did repeat itself over and over again with the same buildings and it was a shame you couldn't go into some of the rooms. as you can see in the photos, there were heaps of Chinese tourists there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again...I wish i'd written about this while I was still in the country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831672-112256473275908739?l=lafemmemelika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/feeds/112256473275908739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831672&amp;postID=112256473275908739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112256473275908739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112256473275908739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/2005/07/forbidden-city.html' title='The Forbidden City'/><author><name>MR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TI9Fk_K_vP0/SJHlreCnR-I/AAAAAAAANmk/tDwb0enagtM/S220/DSCF0514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831672.post-112252892425405286</id><published>2005-07-27T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T22:35:24.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poker!</title><content type='html'>So I've become addicted to Texas Hold-em Poker, like everyone else it seems lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831672-112252892425405286?l=lafemmemelika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/feeds/112252892425405286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831672&amp;postID=112252892425405286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112252892425405286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112252892425405286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/2005/07/poker.html' title='Poker!'/><author><name>MR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TI9Fk_K_vP0/SJHlreCnR-I/AAAAAAAANmk/tDwb0enagtM/S220/DSCF0514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831672.post-112238901128177946</id><published>2005-07-26T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T07:43:31.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>China: Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4410/226/1600/bus1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4410/226/320/bus1.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So China... I love travelling so so much, it's really such a passion that being back home has been very depressing. Being sick and no computer for a week didn't help - but I'm already making plans to go somewhere else as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great to see my Dad. He has a fantastic apartment in Beijing with air conditioning, which was vital as it was in the late 30's (celcius) when we arrived. The first day we spent walking around, getting our barings and checking out a couple of markets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day two was in Tiananmen Square and the Forbidden City. Surprisingly there weren't that many westerners around and it was full of Chinese tourists. I guess from other cities and the countryside, coming to see Mao and to see their own history. I liked that actually. As John is such a large man and we're both obviously white, we were asked to pose with Chinese for photos which was rather funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4410/226/1600/Tiananmen1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4410/226/320/Tiananmen1.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Across from the Forbidden City was Mao's Mausoleum where we went to see Mao's embalmed body. The line was huge and went around the building twice, but it was fast which meant we shuffled past his body and out again. It was still somewhat aweing to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the left was the Beijing Museum which had wax people of famous Chinese. I took a picture of John next to the famous Chinese basketballer Yao Ming. He's 7 foot 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The square itself was massive and very imposing. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4410/226/1600/YaoMing1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4410/226/320/YaoMing1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a great time walking around, trying to avoid being attacked by people selling trinkets (after i bought most of them) and watching people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I'd written down what happened every day but almost 3 weeks later I can't remember the small amusing stuff that happened. A couple of times i remember thinking "I've got to blog about this", but of course i have no idea what it was now.... Doh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2 coming soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831672-112238901128177946?l=lafemmemelika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/feeds/112238901128177946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831672&amp;postID=112238901128177946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112238901128177946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112238901128177946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/2005/07/china-part-1.html' title='China: Part 1'/><author><name>MR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TI9Fk_K_vP0/SJHlreCnR-I/AAAAAAAANmk/tDwb0enagtM/S220/DSCF0514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831672.post-112238928820567595</id><published>2005-07-25T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T07:48:08.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4410/226/1600/Forbidden%20City1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4410/226/320/Forbidden%20City1.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4410/226/1600/meandmao1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4410/226/320/meandmao1.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4410/226/1600/menadjohnagain2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4410/226/320/menadjohnagain2.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/14831672-112238928820567595?l=lafemmemelika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/feeds/112238928820567595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831672&amp;postID=112238928820567595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112238928820567595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112238928820567595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/2005/07/some-p.html' title='Some P'/><author><name>MR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TI9Fk_K_vP0/SJHlreCnR-I/AAAAAAAANmk/tDwb0enagtM/S220/DSCF0514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831672.post-112238933035031582</id><published>2005-07-24T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T07:48:50.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been back for a little while, but my computer is fucked up so I've had to deal with that. Plus I've been sick with the flu and my freakin' wisdom tooth coming in! Arrrggghhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But! The trip was fantastico!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos and stories to come....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831672-112238933035031582?l=lafemmemelika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/feeds/112238933035031582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831672&amp;postID=112238933035031582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112238933035031582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112238933035031582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>MR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TI9Fk_K_vP0/SJHlreCnR-I/AAAAAAAANmk/tDwb0enagtM/S220/DSCF0514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831672.post-112238940351829765</id><published>2005-07-08T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T07:50:03.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beijing</title><content type='html'>Just a quick note to say that Beijing is great. We're seeing lots of things, buying stuff, getting ripped off, can't understand a thing,but having a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw the Forbidden City today, going to see the Temple of Heaven tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOre later, and photos too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melika&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831672-112238940351829765?l=lafemmemelika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/feeds/112238940351829765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831672&amp;postID=112238940351829765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112238940351829765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112238940351829765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/2005/07/beijing.html' title='Beijing'/><author><name>MR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TI9Fk_K_vP0/SJHlreCnR-I/AAAAAAAANmk/tDwb0enagtM/S220/DSCF0514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831672.post-112618120481724963</id><published>2003-09-27T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T05:06:44.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4410/226/1600/TITLE1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4410/226/400/TITLE.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/14831672-112618120481724963?l=lafemmemelika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/feeds/112618120481724963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831672&amp;postID=112618120481724963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112618120481724963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112618120481724963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/2003/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>MR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TI9Fk_K_vP0/SJHlreCnR-I/AAAAAAAANmk/tDwb0enagtM/S220/DSCF0514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831672.post-112779562815216978</id><published>2003-09-26T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T21:33:48.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4410/226/1600/melremy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4410/226/400/melremy.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/14831672-112779562815216978?l=lafemmemelika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/feeds/112779562815216978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831672&amp;postID=112779562815216978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112779562815216978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112779562815216978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/2003/09/old-picture.html' title='Old Picture'/><author><name>MR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TI9Fk_K_vP0/SJHlreCnR-I/AAAAAAAANmk/tDwb0enagtM/S220/DSCF0514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831672.post-112498095088962425</id><published>2003-09-25T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T07:42:30.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>main pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4410/226/1600/melikaboat2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4410/226/320/melikaboat2.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/14831672-112498095088962425?l=lafemmemelika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/feeds/112498095088962425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831672&amp;postID=112498095088962425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112498095088962425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112498095088962425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/2003/09/main-pic.html' title='main pic'/><author><name>MR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TI9Fk_K_vP0/SJHlreCnR-I/AAAAAAAANmk/tDwb0enagtM/S220/DSCF0514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831672.post-112239005365050826</id><published>2003-09-11T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T08:00:53.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday on this day.</title><content type='html'>This new version of The Double Life of La Femme Melika no longer shows Archives. They are hidden around the internet somewhere....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the blog itself is actually 2 years old, from this date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831672-112239005365050826?l=lafemmemelika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/feeds/112239005365050826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831672&amp;postID=112239005365050826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112239005365050826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831672/posts/default/112239005365050826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafemmemelika.blogspot.com/2003/09/happy-birthday-on-this-day.html' title='Happy Birthday on this day.'/><author><name>MR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TI9Fk_K_vP0/SJHlreCnR-I/AAAAAAAANmk/tDwb0enagtM/S220/DSCF0514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
