<?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-3105634263872153678</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:13:39.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My journals</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-artemis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3105634263872153678/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-artemis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Artemis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11106953708381475092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_v_5ET8uzoDo/R8kNd-z3SXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/g2xC3E8V5t8/S220/Simba2.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3105634263872153678.post-7008969159180237376</id><published>2009-02-08T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T22:45:27.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal # 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;9th February 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm Weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are asking why I didn't post anything about the Oreintation Camp, I figured that many of my classmates are writing about it, so I didn't want to post my version of the Orientation Camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was a week of class tests. To be honest, I did not study for Geography and Chinese. I just crammed for the tests. Surprisingly, I think I scored well in the tests for there are other ways of scoring well! However, I still feel uneasy. I will study for tests from now onwards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first test was the English test. We had to write a composition about something. Four questions was provided. I chose the question : "Write about something that changed your life." I wrote about myself being a girl that was handicapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next test was the English Literature test. I studied for that one, so it was gas except for the third question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third one was Chinese, and I have problems with the 添空 part only, I think I scored 47 marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth, fifth and sixth one is History, Geography and Home Economics. I think I aced History and did quite well in Geography and Home Economics. So, on the average, I think I did well. Straight Os I hope! (O = Outstanding!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artemis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3105634263872153678-7008969159180237376?l=journal-artemis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-artemis.blogspot.com/feeds/7008969159180237376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3105634263872153678&amp;postID=7008969159180237376' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3105634263872153678/posts/default/7008969159180237376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3105634263872153678/posts/default/7008969159180237376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-artemis.blogspot.com/2009/02/journal8.html' title='Journal # 6'/><author><name>Artemis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11106953708381475092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_v_5ET8uzoDo/R8kNd-z3SXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/g2xC3E8V5t8/S220/Simba2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3105634263872153678.post-1559685282332171769</id><published>2009-01-02T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T22:44:52.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal # 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;2nd January 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This is the second day of the brand new year, 2009. I went to my new school, Nan Hua High School, and I like it (sort of). I made some new friends as well. There was Audrey, Yvonne, and Charmaine. They were really nice and I happened to know them because they were sitting around me. The school was pretty huge and the classrooms are air conditioned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I have read my last book and it was a little weird. Harry Potter had a really good luck to keep surviving and kill Voldermort. He then had three sons, one named after Snape and one other Dumbledore. He is so loyal to his allies, and that's maybe why I like him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Artemis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3105634263872153678-1559685282332171769?l=journal-artemis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-artemis.blogspot.com/feeds/1559685282332171769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3105634263872153678&amp;postID=1559685282332171769' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3105634263872153678/posts/default/1559685282332171769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3105634263872153678/posts/default/1559685282332171769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-artemis.blogspot.com/2009/01/journal-5.html' title='Journal # 5'/><author><name>Artemis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11106953708381475092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_v_5ET8uzoDo/R8kNd-z3SXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/g2xC3E8V5t8/S220/Simba2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3105634263872153678.post-6068892156492742022</id><published>2008-12-26T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T01:29:18.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal # 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;26 December 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sunny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I have been away for four days and I enjoyed them, well, sort of. The days had been lonely and if not for my imagination I couldn't have kept up my good behavior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;First stop: Port Dickson (Grandmother's house)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;How can there be of any fun? I didn't like it, and the three-hour-drive didn't make it any better. I stayed at the Sea Front View Hotel for one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Second stop: Cameron Highlands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Quite cold there, really. I enjoyed the cold weather there and the fat strawberries they managed to grow in the cold climate. The flowers are beautiful and the cactuses are, well, prickly. I stayed at the Rosa Passadena for one day, a four star hotel with little parking space. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Third stop: Ipoh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I love Ipoh. It is a small idylic village with good food. We stayed at the Hotel Excelsior for one day,and they have a wide variety of food at the morning buffet. I ate too much, and I couldn't eat at the prefered restaurant, the Foh San Restaurant. The restaurant&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;serves&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;yummy&lt;em&gt; dim &lt;/em&gt;sum! We also ate at the Lou Wong restaurant which serves bean sprout chicken. Absolutely delicious! We then bought some, I mean a lot, of the food products made there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;On our way to our next stop, we passed by some ruined buildings. Some had grass growing on them, and some had holes, BIG holes in them. It was once a busy place, but the ministry built a new opening to the highways just before the city. Hence, no one passes the city anymore and the city is left alone. I felt a twinge of sadness when we passed by the city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Fourth stop: Kuala Lumpur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We arrived there and stayed at the AnCasa Hotel. We also went to Petaling street, famous for its pirated goods and the ability to haggle prices with the hawkers. It is both fun and interesting. The funniest sight was when cops came and tried to arrest those unregistered hawkers. They can't do that becuse the had all packed and ran away! In about three seconds! They are so quick! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We ate the hotel's buffet in the morning and went to the KL Bird Park. There were lots of birds and I even had some clinging onto my hands! I loved the feeling of claws on my skin! There were lots of peacocks running around as well. They were beautiful. Birds can fly around at ease, because the park is covered. After that, we went to the historical museum. It is not really a museum, it is just a place to mourn for those who had died in battles. Not really fun though, seeing that I cannot go to Genting Highlands. It is so near, yet so far. I am sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;P.S: I bought the last book of Harry Potter at the Popular store in KL. I am now reading it. Maybe I will have new inspirations in life after reading it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Artemis  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3105634263872153678-6068892156492742022?l=journal-artemis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-artemis.blogspot.com/feeds/6068892156492742022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3105634263872153678&amp;postID=6068892156492742022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3105634263872153678/posts/default/6068892156492742022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3105634263872153678/posts/default/6068892156492742022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-artemis.blogspot.com/2008/12/journal-4.html' title='Journal # 4'/><author><name>Artemis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11106953708381475092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_v_5ET8uzoDo/R8kNd-z3SXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/g2xC3E8V5t8/S220/Simba2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3105634263872153678.post-7820184236466924732</id><published>2008-12-17T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T00:55:39.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal # 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;17th December 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I looked through my friendship diary today. It is quite empty, for hardly anybody had writen in the book. I don't really have any good friends, you see. I am indebted to most of them, because I have gossiped about most, no, all of them before. You would think that I am overeacting; what harm does a little gossip do? Actually, it will do a lot of harm. Gossips will travell around, till the victim has the feeling of every negative feeling. Sad is only an understatement. This horrible feeling will continue to grow and grow, until the victim becomes what is known as a depressed patient, or even, DECEASED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I had that feeling before, and I don't like it. It is a mixture of sadness, depression, but most of it was anger. That time, I was so stupid to have fought back for three days! I regret it now, and I hope she will forget me and the hatred between us. I want to make a fresh start again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Artemis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3105634263872153678-7820184236466924732?l=journal-artemis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-artemis.blogspot.com/feeds/7820184236466924732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3105634263872153678&amp;postID=7820184236466924732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3105634263872153678/posts/default/7820184236466924732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3105634263872153678/posts/default/7820184236466924732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-artemis.blogspot.com/2008/12/journal-3.html' title='Journal # 3'/><author><name>Artemis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11106953708381475092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_v_5ET8uzoDo/R8kNd-z3SXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/g2xC3E8V5t8/S220/Simba2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3105634263872153678.post-3909984090237368310</id><published>2008-12-15T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T02:05:00.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal # 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;16th December 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Warm weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I don't like my life at all. Two more days and I must check my results online. The stress is starting to build on me. Then, I must go to my new secondary school. I don't like it! In Hogwarts, I don't have to say goodbye to my old friends at all. I can meet them till I am 17. But, I still have to go to the mystery secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Next year, there are two mew movies that I am looking forward to see. One is the Percy Jackson and The Lightning Thief in 15 November. Another is the Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince in July. I don't think I have time anymore next year, with homework and CCAs to "look forward" to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sigh. Life is always unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Artemis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3105634263872153678-3909984090237368310?l=journal-artemis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-artemis.blogspot.com/feeds/3909984090237368310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3105634263872153678&amp;postID=3909984090237368310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3105634263872153678/posts/default/3909984090237368310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3105634263872153678/posts/default/3909984090237368310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-artemis.blogspot.com/2008/12/journal-2.html' title='Journal # 2'/><author><name>Artemis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11106953708381475092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_v_5ET8uzoDo/R8kNd-z3SXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/g2xC3E8V5t8/S220/Simba2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3105634263872153678.post-5429420848441639713</id><published>2008-12-01T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:20:36.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal # 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hey, I don't know why, but I am starting to treat my life like Bobby in Pendragon. This journal is the prove of me starting to adapt my lifestyle and transform it into fantasy. I know it is pointless, but at least I would not go crazy just to try and catch up with reality. I sound like I am a person from Veelox, but at least I care about what is happening around me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;What can I say? It is not that I don't want to return to reality, but I still find adventures more exciting and suit me much better than the real world.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Hobey ho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Artemis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3105634263872153678-5429420848441639713?l=journal-artemis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-artemis.blogspot.com/feeds/5429420848441639713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3105634263872153678&amp;postID=5429420848441639713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3105634263872153678/posts/default/5429420848441639713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3105634263872153678/posts/default/5429420848441639713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-artemis.blogspot.com/2008/12/journal-1.html' title='Journal # 1'/><author><name>Artemis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11106953708381475092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_v_5ET8uzoDo/R8kNd-z3SXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/g2xC3E8V5t8/S220/Simba2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
