<?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-1414659507229105315</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:24:19.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams of a Superstar</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellebrenklin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414659507229105315/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellebrenklin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>DMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09938603053781401883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414659507229105315.post-5886058914986339594</id><published>2009-10-16T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T12:29:30.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>I am getting frustrated and bored with the people I am meeting.  I am also realizing I give too much to people and I am not going to do that anymore.  It is all about my music and singing from now on, the way it should have been in the past.  I have never had a lot of discipline, I just kind of do what I feel and what I want.  That is all going to change, because I will never make it like that.  Well,  gotta go to work now.  I've always followed my dream and worked really hard, I just think I need to work harder now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414659507229105315-5886058914986339594?l=michellebrenklin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellebrenklin.blogspot.com/feeds/5886058914986339594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellebrenklin.blogspot.com/2009/10/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414659507229105315/posts/default/5886058914986339594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414659507229105315/posts/default/5886058914986339594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellebrenklin.blogspot.com/2009/10/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>DMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09938603053781401883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414659507229105315.post-2875053315556185999</id><published>2009-10-10T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T09:52:13.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life</title><content type='html'>I am singing more often now and making more music.  I had to get the passion back, I had lost it along the way somewhere.  When my sister died I lost some of it.  I'm getting it back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414659507229105315-2875053315556185999?l=michellebrenklin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellebrenklin.blogspot.com/feeds/2875053315556185999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellebrenklin.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414659507229105315/posts/default/2875053315556185999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414659507229105315/posts/default/2875053315556185999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellebrenklin.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-life.html' title='My life'/><author><name>DMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09938603053781401883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414659507229105315.post-4933583789980808530</id><published>2009-08-20T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T23:30:57.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael jackson</title><content type='html'>He was more than an icon and an entertainer to me, he was like the big brother I never had.  My big brother is gone forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414659507229105315-4933583789980808530?l=michellebrenklin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellebrenklin.blogspot.com/feeds/4933583789980808530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellebrenklin.blogspot.com/2009/08/michael-jackson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414659507229105315/posts/default/4933583789980808530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414659507229105315/posts/default/4933583789980808530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellebrenklin.blogspot.com/2009/08/michael-jackson.html' title='Michael jackson'/><author><name>DMB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09938603053781401883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414659507229105315.post-2348022439097397989</id><published>2009-08-20T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T23:27:09.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing the King of Pop</title><content type='html'>A lot of people felt like they lost a brother when Michael Jackson died. I am one of those people. When I was young of course I imitated Michael as did every other kid. Michael is the reason I sing, write, engineer and act today. First time I saw him was Motown 25 and I thought to myself, I have to do that, I want to do what he is doing the rest of my life. So, I went out and bought books and videos on him over the years and just became his biggest fan. He was always apart of my life, his music got me through being at home alone when my mother had to work at night, got me through friends being killed in the street, got me through me being sick all the time. I would watch his dvd's and try to work as hard as he did. When I heard he had died it just brought back a truck load of memories, how me and my now deceased little sister would be singing and she was my background singer and dancer. I remember my mother telling me she stood out in the rain to get tickets so that we could see him in concert. I mean Micheal shaped the music for the last 40 some years, music would be nothing like it is if it had not been for Michael. I just feel like part of my world is gone. I know some people don't give a damn, he wasn't related to them, so it's like what the hell. But, there will never be a star like that again, he changed our whole world, from every corner of this world, people knew who he was. No other artist is known like that, no other artist did what he did. He is the reason african americans are on mtv and vh1, hell if Michael had never sang we probably wouldn't even have Barack Obama as president. Michael Jackson was out of this world and really too big for this world. There's a lot more I could say about him, but some stuff I would rather just know and not even share. I did go to neverland as an adult twice and it was the most peaceful place I ever visited. No fighting, no sirens, no bullshit. I didn't know him, but he was a major part of my life and damn, he's gone forever. 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