<?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-7656522860080154643</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:14:21.834+11:00</updated><title type='text'>jANE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7656522860080154643/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>janeymon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667921834826759950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ayr-eTAZ5sc/SmLNfoCzuMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/H9vG7pYlnvI/S220/danbo%232.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656522860080154643.post-6755048299512698949</id><published>2010-01-15T01:05:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T01:07:38.026+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was googling two-headed snakes, and found out that they fight each other for food. I thought to myself, "but the other one will starve.." Then I realised, they share the same body. I'm smart. 8)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7656522860080154643-6755048299512698949?l=janeymon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/feeds/6755048299512698949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-was-googling-two-headed-snakes-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7656522860080154643/posts/default/6755048299512698949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7656522860080154643/posts/default/6755048299512698949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-was-googling-two-headed-snakes-and.html' title=''/><author><name>janeymon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667921834826759950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ayr-eTAZ5sc/SmLNfoCzuMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/H9vG7pYlnvI/S220/danbo%232.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656522860080154643.post-1870552103348062548</id><published>2010-01-13T20:59:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T21:01:15.694+11:00</updated><title type='text'>THE HORRIBLE WITCH</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Long ago, near the forest lived a girl named Catherine. She was five years old. She was short and stupid. She was so stupid that she didn't even know what a forest was. One day she thought the forest was a playland so she went in the forest. The forest was dark and gloomy. Catherine was so scared. "Ooh, I'm scared," she said. Catherine walked slowly into the forest. As she was walking, she saw a house. It was a haunted house. Catherine didn't know because she was stupid. Catherine walked up to the haunted house and knocked on the door. Somebody opened the door. It was a horrible witch! Catherine ran here and there. "Help! Help!" She screamed but no one heard her. The witch grabbed Catherine's hand and pulled her inside the haunted house. Inside was nice but it had many traps that no one could see. As the witch tied Catherine to a chair, Catherine hurried up and grabbed the Witch's broom. "Hey, you!" cried the witch. Catherine wasn't very stupid anymore because she hit the witch with the broom. Then she ran out of the haunted house and back home. She opened the door of her house and went inside. Catherine lived happily every after but she remembered not to go into the forest again.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this is a story that I've written in Primary School, and I have no idea what grade I was in. But my sister found it funny, so she took it and kept it until now. I never remembered myself to be that much of a snob when I was little LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7656522860080154643-1870552103348062548?l=janeymon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/feeds/1870552103348062548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/2010/01/horrible-witch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7656522860080154643/posts/default/1870552103348062548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7656522860080154643/posts/default/1870552103348062548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/2010/01/horrible-witch.html' title='THE HORRIBLE WITCH'/><author><name>janeymon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667921834826759950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ayr-eTAZ5sc/SmLNfoCzuMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/H9vG7pYlnvI/S220/danbo%232.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656522860080154643.post-1627273402596747942</id><published>2010-01-13T20:15:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T23:43:00.821+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(144, 144, 144); font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Who was the last person you put out of your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; I'm too nice to do that 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Does anyone think that you're a bitch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Idk, Idc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What was the last thing that someone purchased for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; A shirt, thanks mum LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Honestly, what is your point of view of a friend who goes for their friends ex's?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; I don't really mind, unless it's like that all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Pick one person, now explain a issue you're currently having with them:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; I don't have issues with anyone 8D .. at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Is there anyone in your family that just annoys the living shit outta you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Not always. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Describe your favorite piece of clothing that you own:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Ooh idk [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What all happened the last time you drank hardcore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Never done that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Is there anyone who you typically always turn down plans with? If so why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Nah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What's something you should probably get to replacing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Camera (Y) I want a better one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Who was the last person you talked to recently that you haven't heard from in a while?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Idk, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Current ringtone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Strength - Abingdon Boys School o-o'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Your honest opinion: high school, best or worst years of your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; So far, Yr 7 and 8 were best. Although there are things in 09 that I won't forget [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Do you actually care about the way you dress, or do you not give a fuck?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Yes, I do care. But sometimes I'm not bothered to care, like when I'm gona go Cabra for groceries --'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Name one dead person you would love to have met:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Which is scarier in your opinion, falling in love or falling out of it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Falling out of it, for a number of reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What's one show on t.v that you can't stop watching?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; NCIS, House 8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What's something that you've been thinking about a lot recently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Personal stuff that you don't need to know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Can you say that you hate someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Nop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Are you determined to have a better day tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Nah, I don't really care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Does it make you uncomfortable when you receive a compliment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Yes, cos I don't know how to take it. Saying "Thank you" just makes it awkward for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Do you want your life to stay the way it is right now forever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; No, cos you never know what's waiting for you in the future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Can you recall the last time you liked someone a lot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What's a happy time you've had in the past week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Shopping LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;On average, what do you cry most about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Do you eat whipped cream straight out of the can?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; No, never done that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The phone rings; who do you want it to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; I don't think about that LOL, I just go "Who's calling me? O_O"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;When shopping at the grocery store, do you return your cart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Yeah, I'm not some cheap ass who steals them, not like I need them at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;If your house was on fire, what would be the first thing you grabbed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Oh no, so many things to choose from D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Do you read myspace bulletins?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Don't myspace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;If you could have any job what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; I have no idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What is your favorite time of day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; When I'm amused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What was your last thought before you went to bed last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; "I can't fucking sleep =="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Do you think anyone has feelings for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; I hope so LOL 8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Your ex is sitting next to you, you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; I'll answer that when I have one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Would it be hard seeing someone else kiss the last person you dated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; That'll depend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What's more attractive: when someone kisses you out of nowhere, or when you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; That depends too :L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Who was the last person you sent a text to and what did it say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Something about my net stuffing up &gt; Wilson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What song goes with the way you're currently feeling right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; If there's a song about boredom, let me know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Do you always find it cute when a guy/girl calls you babe/baby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; No, don't call me that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What is a song they need to stop playing on the radio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Bad Romance - Lady Gaga. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;If you were caught cheating, would you fess up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; I don't think lying would get me anywhere in that kind of situation :L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;If you could have one thing right now what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Energy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Do you think you will be in a relationship three months from now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Hope so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Who do you talk to the most about your problems?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Close friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Are you going to get hurt anytime soon by someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Who knows :L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This time last year, can you remember who you liked?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Do you think more about the past, present, or future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Future, present, then past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Is there a person who will always have a place in your heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Is it easy to pretend everything's okay for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Idk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;When meeting someone new, are you afraid they won't like you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Nah, I think more about whether I'll like them LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Could you go a whole year without cursing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; No, I'll fail miserably.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Do you hate it when people try to play with your hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; No, it's funny sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Do you find it in your heart to forgive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;If someone liked you, would you want them to tell you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Yeah, it'd be easier to reject them (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Has anyone told you they never wanna lose you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Are you afraid of losing the last person you talked to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Yes :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Do you have a crush on the last person that had their arms around you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; I don't really remember who it was. See what holidays do to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;After breaking up, what's the worst part?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Idk, still in my first :L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Where is the one boy/girl you want to see the most right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Idk, work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;How many people do you fully trust?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Idk, I still don't even know if I can completely trust someone. Well, maybe one? LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The person you have the strongest feelings for dies, do you care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Why would I not care if the person, WHO I HAVE THE STRONGEST FEELINGS FOR, dies? Huh, why wouldn't I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;If Britney Spears came to your town, would you go see her concert?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; No, her new songs suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Do you think Taylor Lautner is hot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Not really, surprisingly :L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What is more difficult, looking into someones eyes when telling how you feel, or looking into someones eyes when they tell you how they feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Both LOL, I can't really look at anyone in the eyes for a long time. So I look away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What would be harder for you, to tell someone you love them or that you do not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; That I don't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;How many different people of the opposite sex have you cried over and meant it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Never cried over anyone. Once I got so damn pissed, but I couldn't cry :L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Is there anyone you're holding onto, even though you know you shouldn't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Idk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Is there someone, that if they walked out of your life, you'd just give up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Give up what? I'd still keep myself alive even if I have to be depressed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;When did you last hold someones hand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Don't remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Would you kiss someone to make your ex bf/gf mad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; No, even if I have an ex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Who is the last person you went to the movies with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Family o-o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;If you could spend more time with someone you used to be very close with would you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Would you rather love one person or have many short relationships?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Oneee 8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Would you ever be friends with the person who hurt you most in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(144, 144, 144); font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Has the opposite sex ever written you a poem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; No, but I wouldn't know what to do if they did, and it's not because of being overjoyed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Is love really worth fighting for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Perhaps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;At your best friends house, do you know where they keep their silverware?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Nop 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Is there that one person that you'll always have feelings for no matter what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; What kind of  feelings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Do you believe that there's good in everybody?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Yes, they just don't know how to use it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Do you get along with your bestfriend's boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; That'll depend who LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Do you care what people think of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Have you forgiven the person who hurt you most in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; I don't think anybody has ever hurt me that bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Are you afraid to fall in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; 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font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The person you fell hardest for texts you at 4am saying "come outside". What do you do?&lt;/strong&gt; Say "Whytf are you outside at this time?", rage, then go outside 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you forgive easily? &lt;/strong&gt;Well, I'm not sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was your last text from and what does it say?&lt;/strong&gt; Wilson; "Ok" &gt; LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who did you last talk to on the phone?&lt;/strong&gt; Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the past five days, what would you go back and change?&lt;/strong&gt; Nothing (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you always walk around the house naked?&lt;/strong&gt; No, I never :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you rather be blind or deaf?&lt;/strong&gt; That is something I can't choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who did you last hold hands with?&lt;/strong&gt; Umm.. O_O It was either my mum or my bf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have feelings for anyone?&lt;/strong&gt; *Nodnod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where's the last place you went besides your house?&lt;/strong&gt; Stocklands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When was the last time you changed in front of someone?&lt;/strong&gt; Today at the shops, in front of my mum :L Yes, we share the same change rooms, got a problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months without cheating?&lt;/strong&gt; Already have, and times that by 3 [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Could you go out in public looking like you do now? &lt;/strong&gt;No way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you remember who you liked this time 3 months ago?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you reject or accept your last friend request?&lt;/strong&gt; Accept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night?&lt;/strong&gt; Verena &amp;amp; Starfish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like to cuddle?&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you know anyone who would just drop everything to come see you?&lt;/strong&gt; I don't think so? Maybe? :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever done something you told yourself you wouldn't do?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is there someone you used to talk to every day that you don't talk to at all?&lt;/strong&gt; Hard to believe, but I don't remember :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you have more than one best friend?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was the first person you talked to today?&lt;/strong&gt; Mum o-o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever known someone that just creeped you out?&lt;/strong&gt; YES LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you hate it when people mispronounce your name?&lt;/strong&gt; Nah, I don't mind it. You can't mispronounce my name that badly, can you? o-O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you doing tonight?&lt;/strong&gt; Net (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is the last person that texted you?&lt;/strong&gt; Wilson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What does the 5th text say in your inbox say?&lt;/strong&gt; ''How is/was it?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever seen the movie Superbad?&lt;/strong&gt; Nop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was today a good day?&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, it was a fairly good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to?&lt;/strong&gt; Rain and thunder :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;/strong&gt; Staying at home, net, tidying up, stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you texting anyone right now?&lt;/strong&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you be in a relationship in the next couple months? &lt;/strong&gt;I hope so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you cry easily?&lt;/strong&gt; Don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you excited for anything?&lt;/strong&gt; Nah, not really. Don't have anything to be excited over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you worried about anything right now?&lt;/strong&gt; Nop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have any drugs in your bedroom?&lt;/strong&gt; Nopeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?&lt;/strong&gt; Who knows :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Has anyone ever told you they love you?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you sleep alone last night?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, I sleep alone every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where did you sleep?&lt;/strong&gt; On my bed, though I considered sleeping on the floor cos I couldn't fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you plan on sleeping in tomorrow?&lt;/strong&gt; YESS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you rather dye your hair or go tanning?&lt;/strong&gt; Dye my hair. I need to, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you talk to the person you like?&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have your wisdom teeth come in yet?&lt;/strong&gt; Nop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Were you born before 1993?&lt;/strong&gt; Nah, I missed that by a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you know how to play Sudoku?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, &amp;amp; I suck at it (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When was the last time you went to a concert?&lt;/strong&gt; Don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you the youngest of your siblings?&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever set anything on fire?&lt;/strong&gt; Candles? Paper 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Has anyone ever called you heartless?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you don't like somoene, are you mean to them, or do you ignore them?&lt;/strong&gt; I ignore them, but don't blame me for being mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever stolen a street sign?&lt;/strong&gt; No, why would I do with a street sign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you put a "one way" sign in your room, and point it toward your bed?&lt;/strong&gt; LOL no.. o-o'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iced tea: Lipton or Brisk?&lt;/strong&gt; LIPTON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you tell me a little secret you have?&lt;/strong&gt; No, it wouldn't be a secret afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever taken a picture of yourself without a shirt on?&lt;/strong&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever been on a band's tour bus?&lt;/strong&gt; Nop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you any good at bowling without the bumpers?&lt;/strong&gt; No, the last time I bowled, I broke my nail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever taken an IQ test?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you ever get homesick?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes. :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many cell phones have you had?&lt;/strong&gt; Just one [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Has a teacher of yours ever been afraid of someone in the class?&lt;/strong&gt; Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's the longest amount of time you've ever made out with someone?&lt;/strong&gt; Never did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you eat meat?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, I'm an omnivore :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who's your favorite band/artist?&lt;/strong&gt; Idk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you like to lose weight?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, please :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you know any German?&lt;/strong&gt; Nop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many vacations have you been on?&lt;/strong&gt; I'm pretty sure its none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When was the last time you peed?&lt;/strong&gt; Couple of hours ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who are you thinking about right now?&lt;/strong&gt; No one? o-o&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever wore the opposite sex's underwear?&lt;/strong&gt; Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you rather get your tongue or nose pierced?&lt;/strong&gt; Nose, I don't think my tongue will handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you on a desktop or laptop?&lt;/strong&gt; Desktop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever kissed someone with a tongue piercing?&lt;/strong&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you do if your bestfriend got into drugs?&lt;/strong&gt; Slap the shit out of them. Actually, I'd try my best to stop them :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gotten high in the past 24 hours?&lt;/strong&gt; Nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you get into a car with someone who was drunk if it was your only way home?&lt;/strong&gt; Nah, too risky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you get your feet tattooed?&lt;/strong&gt; Idk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is your number one single?&lt;/strong&gt; What number one 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where were you at 1 am this morning?&lt;/strong&gt; On my bed, wide awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who were you with?&lt;/strong&gt; My conscience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you the type of person who has a new boyfriend/ girlfriend every week?&lt;/strong&gt; No, who do you think I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever slept in the same bed with anyone on your top friends?&lt;/strong&gt; Nop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever been lied to by somebody you thought wouldn't lie to you?&lt;/strong&gt; Everyone lies, even to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your best friend needs you at 3 am, do you go help them?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you be single over winter?&lt;/strong&gt; Who knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever fell asleep in someone's arms?&lt;/strong&gt; Almost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you ever consider piercing your lip?&lt;/strong&gt; I considered. But no, I wouldn't get one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you remember who you liked on New Years?&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, it was only 13 days ago o-o'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How long does it take you to fall asleep at night?&lt;/strong&gt; It depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who made you laugh last?&lt;/strong&gt; Myself (Y) I was thinking of something funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was the last person to IM you?&lt;/strong&gt; Starfish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was the last person to text you?&lt;/strong&gt; Didn't I answer this before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your biggest fear?&lt;/strong&gt; Doing something I'd regret. For the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever been to a wedding?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you lick your elbow?&lt;/strong&gt; No, I'd completely stand out if I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like to wear dresses?&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, more than skirts, actually o-o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you write a lot of mushy love poems?&lt;/strong&gt; No LOL, I don't write poems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sex on the 1st date?&lt;/strong&gt; No. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you a nice person?&lt;/strong&gt; That also depends :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does someone have feelings for you?&lt;/strong&gt; Positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you sing?&lt;/strong&gt; No, I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you miss someone?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes and No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was the last thing you said out loud?&lt;/strong&gt; "Hello"'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you looking forward to?&lt;/strong&gt; School? O__O'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When was the last time you consumed alcohol?&lt;/strong&gt; New Years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who were you last in a vehicle with?&lt;/strong&gt; Mummy [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you do if you found out you had been cheated on?&lt;/strong&gt; Make sure they know that I know, find out why, and break up. Then I'll probably bawl my eyes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you hear certain songs, do you think of anyone?&lt;/strong&gt; Rarely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What color is your bra?&lt;/strong&gt; Which one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hair, up or down?&lt;/strong&gt; Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you straighten your hair?&lt;/strong&gt; Nop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you worry about the size of your boobs?&lt;/strong&gt; No, I don't 'worry'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whats your favorite girly magazine?&lt;/strong&gt; Don't read em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Small or large purse?&lt;/strong&gt; Big enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In your bag, what are your must haves?&lt;/strong&gt; Phone, Wallet, Keys, Lipbalm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Skirt or jeans?&lt;/strong&gt; Jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you wear clothes/ shoes/ jewellery that's uncomfortable?&lt;/strong&gt; No, I'm not that stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you ever spend all day/night getting pretty for a guy?&lt;/strong&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whats your favorite color?&lt;/strong&gt; Blue, though I like all of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you consider yourself girly?&lt;/strong&gt; I consider a part of me to be girly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heels or Flats?&lt;/strong&gt; Flats, short heels?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you ever cry whilst watching a romantic movie?&lt;/strong&gt; Depends, but I cry during Disney cartoons 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walmart or Target?&lt;/strong&gt; Target. Never been Walmart, I might like it more if I've been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the scale of 1-10 how fun is shopping?&lt;/strong&gt; 8-9-10 LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you think lipgloss is the best?&lt;/strong&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you freak out if you miss your favorite show?&lt;/strong&gt; YES, IT'S TERRIBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How long does it take you to get ready in the morning before going somewhere?&lt;/strong&gt; Up to 30mins, I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like skater boys?&lt;/strong&gt; -Blank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you often wish there was something you could change?&lt;/strong&gt; Not right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gold or silver?&lt;/strong&gt; Silver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the past 24 hours have you hung out with a guy?&lt;/strong&gt; Nop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7656522860080154643-4809352663448420877?l=janeymon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/feeds/4809352663448420877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/2010/01/person-you-fell-hardest-for-texts-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7656522860080154643/posts/default/4809352663448420877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7656522860080154643/posts/default/4809352663448420877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/2010/01/person-you-fell-hardest-for-texts-you.html' title=''/><author><name>janeymon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667921834826759950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ayr-eTAZ5sc/SmLNfoCzuMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/H9vG7pYlnvI/S220/danbo%232.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656522860080154643.post-4132849328494160638</id><published>2010-01-10T13:02:00.010+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T22:21:32.947+11:00</updated><title type='text'>No matter how hard that I try, I guess some things never die</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wow, haven't blogged in ages :L Not bothered to do anything at all lately. 2010, I see. I don't really see anything significant about this year, besides the fact that it sounds retarded when you read it. So I've just been sitting at home, netting, eating, sleeping &amp;amp; getting fat TT" No matter how much I sleep, I still get tired at night around 11. Strange, isn't it; having a twelve hour sleep and getting sleepy around the usual time. Anyway, think I'll go over the things that I haven't blogged about. &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;01.01.10&lt;/b&gt; New Years, and celebrated cousin's early birthday. Nothing interesting, well her dad chose Bart Simpson for the pic on the cake. :L &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;03.01.10&lt;/b&gt; Happy 15th Birthday, Beverly! Now you've reached "adulthood" in Chinese culture, so you told me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;05.01.10&lt;/b&gt; Went boating with the family at Lansvale. My sis' bf bought the donut thing that you sit on, and the boat drags you along :L My sis went first, and she had to get into the water to get used to it. She was all hesitant and really didn't want to do it, but we made her. So she sat down on the dock, and dipped her toe into the water. Then outta nowhere, she shouted "OOH" and we all thought the water was cold or something, but then she finished off what she was saying; "My bum's so hot D:" :L Then she fell in cos her bf pushed her, I think o-o' Only 3 people could go at once because of some reason I'm not going to bother type up. So I stayed back with my mum, and we could hear my sister's screams and yells from so far away. Every time she made some weird noise, we started laughing :L Then, after a long wait, it was my turn ! 8D It was fun, esp. when they drove so that I went over the waves. Was so bumpy, I'm glad I didn't fall off :L And yeah, was a pretty fun day [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;06.01.10&lt;/b&gt; Picnic at the park. In the morning, Phoebe, Betty and Lisa came over to help cook the food for the day. I won't mention anything about that &gt;&gt;' Took us about 2 hours to cook everything? Not that long, I guess. So when someone went past my house, we made them carry something :L  When everyone left, I remember I had like a whole box of soft drinks and no one to help carry it. My mum told me off for being stupid :L So I dragged Davidson and Richard back to my place &gt;:] It was hot that day, too. We finally managed to bring everything to the park, and started eating.. well only the girls did. All the boys were just sitting there talking o-o' Then most of us started to play with ice, throwing them around and all. Phoebe poured this plate of ice &amp;amp; water onto Lisa, and she wanted revenge. So Lisa got her own plate and filled it with water and heaps of ice in a hurry. I remember the guys going "Whoa.. she's gone mad!" :L I didn't join in any of their games LOL No one really put in any effort in "Hide and Seek Tag". I enjoyed my time napping 8D So the day continued. Wilson wasn't able to go so I called him and we spoke for like 10mins, and Phoebeeee said that was "long" f3. There was some piggyback race, but I didn't see that :\ At the end of the bbq, we all packed up and carried everything to Betty's house :L Only Cindy, Davidson, Richard and I stayed at Bareena Park when everyone else went to her place. D&amp;amp;R never went down here before, and they were very fascinated about the creek and stuff, they were also afraid we'd get lost o-o Was so boring at the park, played on the thingos while waiting for the rest to come back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Davidson; I see a police car O: ... No wait, its SES&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Richard; Where O_O?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-All looking through bushes and realised there wasn't any&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Davidson; Um.. actually, it was just a van with a blue ladder&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I still don't get how he mistook that for a police car :L The rest of the people took way too long, so we started eating the cake :D We ate like, half the cake and then you see Betty, Lisa and Phoebe coming. Took so long f5. Then Verena showed up with her sister cos they went to the corner store. VERENA SPUN ME SO FAST THAT I THOUGHT I WAS GONA FALL OFF -stare. Thennnn after all that, I went home :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;08.01.10&lt;/b&gt; Celebrated sister's birthday, early :L The cake person made the&lt;i&gt; penguin&lt;/i&gt; look retarded. I show you, it doesn't have a beak &gt;:O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ayr-eTAZ5sc/S0mvcNC4zTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/KDrf1_dumTo/s200/CIMG2405.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425060125217443122" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;09.01.10&lt;/b&gt; Happy Birthday Sis, and Jacky [: Went out to dinner at night, nothing interesting to blog about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today &lt;/b&gt;was hot. Not as hot as yesterday, but still hot. Net all day (Y) Didn't feel like going anywhere cos of the heat. That's me. If it's too hot, I'd rather stay home &gt;&gt;' In the evening, they wanted to go fishing.. It was boring. I suck at casting and so I got my line stuck in the tree LOL Every time after that, I got Minh to cast it for me :L Who knows where it might end up. We couldn't get any "big" fish so we went to catch small fish. I almost fell asleep when my mum fished for me. Then we went home, and here I am. No, I started this thing in the afternoon but I got lazy to continue :L I've been into those classic Disney movies lately. If I'm bothered, I think I'll watch all of them this holidays. I've seen Pinnochio, Dumbo, and Bambi. Maybe Beauty and The Beast next? 8) I'm pretty sure this has gotten long enough. I'll just stop here. See you next time I'm bored enough to blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7656522860080154643-4132849328494160638?l=janeymon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/feeds/4132849328494160638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-matter-how-hard-that-i-try-i-guess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7656522860080154643/posts/default/4132849328494160638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7656522860080154643/posts/default/4132849328494160638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-matter-how-hard-that-i-try-i-guess.html' title='No matter how hard that I try, I guess some things never die'/><author><name>janeymon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667921834826759950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ayr-eTAZ5sc/SmLNfoCzuMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/H9vG7pYlnvI/S220/danbo%232.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ayr-eTAZ5sc/S0mvcNC4zTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/KDrf1_dumTo/s72-c/CIMG2405.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656522860080154643.post-4210880472188646394</id><published>2009-12-22T22:34:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T23:25:06.495+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>• A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you available?:&lt;/span&gt; Nop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your age?:&lt;/span&gt; 15 years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Astrology Sign?:&lt;/span&gt; Leo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you know anyone named Brian?:&lt;/span&gt; No. o-o'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When is your birthday?:&lt;/span&gt; 16th August&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boyfriend?:&lt;/span&gt; Huh, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What’s your favorite candy?:&lt;/span&gt; Not a big fan of candies :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What color is your computer?:&lt;/span&gt; Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you daydream?:&lt;/span&gt; YES 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whats your favorite kind of dog?:&lt;/span&gt; Mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever been in the emergency room?:&lt;/span&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever pet an elephant?:&lt;/span&gt; Hahah I wish :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you use fly swatters?:&lt;/span&gt; Yes, but I fail :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you like Fall Out Boy?:&lt;/span&gt; I used to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you chew gum?: &lt;/span&gt;Thats a must O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you like gory movies?&lt;/span&gt; Nop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girlfriend?:&lt;/span&gt; ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How are you?:&lt;/span&gt; I FEEL GREAT THANKS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's your height?:&lt;/span&gt; A bit over 160cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What color is your hair?:&lt;/span&gt; Reddish brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever ice skated?:&lt;/span&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Jelly Bean?&lt;/span&gt;: Don't like 'em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you wear jewelery?:&lt;/span&gt; I'm wearing this necklace 24/7 :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who do you want to kill?:&lt;/span&gt; No one [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever flown a kite?&lt;/span&gt;: Nop, I'd like to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you think kangaroos are cute?: &lt;/span&gt;Joeys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• L&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you laid back?: &lt;/span&gt;Yeah, pretty much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lions or tigers?: &lt;/span&gt;Tigers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you like black liquorice?:&lt;/span&gt; Sometimes :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite store at the Mall?:&lt;/span&gt; Idk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite movie?:&lt;/span&gt; Idk either :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have a nickname?:&lt;/span&gt; No? Janey? O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you prefer night or day?&lt;/span&gt; Both, depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you an only child? &lt;/span&gt;Yes, I'm an only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you like the color orange?&lt;/span&gt; Yes :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you know anyone named Penelope?:&lt;/span&gt; Uh, no :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite flavor of popcorn?:&lt;/span&gt; I'd take the plain ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you think you're always right?:&lt;/span&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you watch reality Tv?:&lt;/span&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you prefer sun or rain?:&lt;/span&gt; Sun, if its rain, it better be a storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you like snow?:&lt;/span&gt; I think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time to go to sleep?:&lt;/span&gt; Usually 10:30-11:00 But since its holidays.. late :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tomatoes?:&lt;/span&gt; Sure, why not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you ride a unicycle?:&lt;/span&gt; No, looks fun though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you know anyone with a unibrow?:&lt;/span&gt; Bert from Sesame St. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you ever watch Veggie Tales?:&lt;/span&gt; ...what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• W&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's your worst habit?:&lt;/span&gt; I'm not sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who do you want to be with right now?:&lt;/span&gt; Someone :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who are you currently talking to?: &lt;/span&gt;VERENA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever had an x-ray?:&lt;/span&gt; Nop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you like the color yellow?:&lt;/span&gt; Eh, it's alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you yell when you're angry?:&lt;/span&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you believe in the zodiac?:&lt;/span&gt; No&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7656522860080154643-4210880472188646394?l=janeymon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/feeds/4210880472188646394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/2009/12/are-you-available-nop-what-is-your-age.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7656522860080154643/posts/default/4210880472188646394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7656522860080154643/posts/default/4210880472188646394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/2009/12/are-you-available-nop-what-is-your-age.html' title=''/><author><name>janeymon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667921834826759950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ayr-eTAZ5sc/SmLNfoCzuMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/H9vG7pYlnvI/S220/danbo%232.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656522860080154643.post-277524749333126358</id><published>2009-12-22T22:34:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T23:11:10.757+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://12.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kuz6olqMZQ1qzf4geo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 310px;" src="http://12.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kuz6olqMZQ1qzf4geo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/User/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7656522860080154643-277524749333126358?l=janeymon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/feeds/277524749333126358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7656522860080154643/posts/default/277524749333126358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7656522860080154643/posts/default/277524749333126358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>janeymon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667921834826759950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ayr-eTAZ5sc/SmLNfoCzuMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/H9vG7pYlnvI/S220/danbo%232.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656522860080154643.post-2580706692615807381</id><published>2009-12-21T01:00:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T01:11:41.587+11:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY AREN'T I ASLEEP?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;1. I woke up in the afternoon today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2. I have at least three picture frames in my room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3. My trash can is full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4. I love snow globes, but I’d never buy one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;5. I use my regular phone more than my cell phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6. I’m single, but I don’t want to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;7. My hair is layered. You can barely tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;8. I hate the term “best friend,” but I use it anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;9. I get along with my mom more than my dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;10. I like making beaded bracelets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;11. I’ve never run for class president/treasurer, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;12. Most of my friends are white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;13. I have over 150 CDs in my collection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;14. I would rather listen to the radio than CDs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;15. I own whiteout, but I barely ever use it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;16. I’m very shy until you get to know me.&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess? :L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;17. Some take my shyness as being mean/rude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;18. Most people probably don’t understand me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;19. I have a very random sense of humor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;20. I do not consider myself attractive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;21. I feel that I’m more mature than most people my age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;22. …But not all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;23. I used to pick my nose and wipe it on the wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;24. I’d rather be cold than hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;25. I always wait for that one person to sign on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. I’m probably online too much for my own good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. I am trying to lose weight and it’s not working out very well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;28. I own a LOT of chapstick. A LOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;29. I love to buy paper… but I barely use it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;30. I write in my paper journal once a day or more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;31. I am an American, yet I find them annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;32. I’ve used binoculars the wrong way before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;33. I’m thirsty, but I can’t be bothered to go get something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;34. My best friend is that of the opposite sex. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;35. My stomach hurts a little bit right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;36. Sometimes I feel really, really sorry for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;37. Other times I feel really, really lucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;38. I have a friend (or more) who creeps me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;39. I have more than one shelf up in my room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;40. It’s sunny out today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;41. I don’t have a car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;42. I’m very picky with food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;43. I have a hard time with directions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;44. I am a little bit obsessive compulsive, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;45. I talk to myself in the mirror sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;46. I don’t have that many DVDs yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;48. I feel very sick if a movie is gory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;49. I have a lot in common with my best friend(s). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;50. I believe in the theory that opposites attract.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;51. I like someone who is at least four years older than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;52. I’ve started a fire/explosion in the microwave oven before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;53. I’m worried that one of my pets will die soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;54. I have cut myself before and sometimes still want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;55. Never been THAT drunk, but it might be kinda fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;56. Sometimes I act drunk even when I’m not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;57. It annoys me when people chew loudly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;58. And breathe loudly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;59. And click their pens like crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;60. I enjoy bold surveys, mostly ‘cause I have no life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;61. I’d rather have a popsicle than popcorn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;62. I’d rather do laundry than the dishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;63. Someday, I will go to England.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;65. My alarm clock annoys me very, very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;66. When I was younger, I went to summer school for fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;67. I was made fun of in middle school. That has scarred me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;68. I’ve never eaten sushi and never will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;69. I remember where I was when I first learned to whistle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;70. If Barney is on TV, I will still sit there and watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;71. MySpace is annoying, but I’m pretty much addicted to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;72. I hAtE iT wHeN pPl TyPe LyK dIs!!!11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;73. When I talk to my crush, I basically stop breathing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;74. People have told me that I’m sexy before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;75. I never believe it when they do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;76. I love to write, but whenever I start something new I can’t finish it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;77. I love to read, but I can’t do it for a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;78. If I lay down and watch TV, I end up falling asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;79. I absolutely LOVE riding my bike. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;80. I love to play badminton, but I don’t play often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;81. I have never been on a sports team before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;82. I’m in at least one advanced placement class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;83. I’m in the class of 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;84. Jacuzzis and hot tubs are very relaxing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;85. I have stood up and done something else during this survey.&lt;i&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;86. I space out a lot, but that’s ‘cause I think too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;87. I’ve made a shelf in a store collapse before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;88. I’m a big crybaby, and I know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;89. I wouldn’t mind having a ferret for a pet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;90. I love to watch home videos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;91. I miss my childhood and wish I could go back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;92. I’d rather brush my teeth normal than use an electric toothbrush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;93. Dippin’ Dots are good, but not worth the money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;94. I feel like I’m more confident than I used to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;95. My friends come to me for advice often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;96. I’ve had over five significant others in my lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;97. I have cheated on one or more of them before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;98. Last year’s math class was completely useless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;99. I hate the fact that I’m growing up. I don’t want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100. I miss a lot of my old friends, but not all of them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7656522860080154643-2580706692615807381?l=janeymon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/feeds/2580706692615807381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-arent-i-asleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7656522860080154643/posts/default/2580706692615807381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7656522860080154643/posts/default/2580706692615807381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-arent-i-asleep.html' title='WHY AREN&apos;T I ASLEEP?'/><author><name>janeymon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667921834826759950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ayr-eTAZ5sc/SmLNfoCzuMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/H9vG7pYlnvI/S220/danbo%232.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656522860080154643.post-980005084309113572</id><published>2009-12-19T00:03:00.010+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T15:10:44.124+11:00</updated><title type='text'>75 THINGS ABOUT VERENA.</title><content type='html'>75. Verena Michelle Min&lt;br /&gt;74. 31.03.1995&lt;br /&gt;73. Is a girl 8)&lt;br /&gt;72. Thinks she's awesome&lt;br /&gt;71. Is shorter than I am&lt;br /&gt;70. Rages&lt;br /&gt;69. Watches NCIS&lt;br /&gt;68. &amp;amp; House&lt;br /&gt;67. &amp;amp; SUPERNATURAL :D&lt;br /&gt;66. That's why she's in love with Jenson Ackles&lt;br /&gt;65. &amp;amp; doesn't like Jared Padalecki&lt;br /&gt;64. Also loves Channing Tatum&lt;br /&gt;63. &amp;amp; Batman&lt;br /&gt;62. Can quote lines from "She's The Man" and "The Dark Knight"&lt;br /&gt;61. Laughs at "silly" :L&lt;br /&gt;60. Gossip is essential in math lessons&lt;br /&gt;59. Only chews peppermint gum - &lt;em&gt;Hi5 :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. &amp;amp; will only chew if she has two pieces&lt;br /&gt;57. Has no patience&lt;br /&gt;56. Goes HIGHHHHH :L&lt;br /&gt;55. Future bf must be "165+"&lt;br /&gt;54. Loves singstar and karaoke (Y)&lt;br /&gt;53. Can phone for much, much longer than I can LOL&lt;br /&gt;52. Has not yet pulled an all-nighter, but wants to&lt;br /&gt;51. "Fucked up knuckle"&lt;br /&gt;50. Jellyfish :L&lt;br /&gt;49. Has a starfish as a godbro 8) -&lt;em&gt; and if you're wondering.. no, not literally.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Feels like a cannibal when eating jellyfish - &lt;em&gt;I completely understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Laughs during horror films&lt;br /&gt;46. &amp;amp; has trained me to do so :L&lt;br /&gt;45. Is going for perfect attendance&lt;br /&gt;44. A proud single - &lt;em&gt;I'm proud of you as well?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Only uses "Goddess" Impulse&lt;br /&gt;42. Dislikes fat people in belts LOL&lt;br /&gt;41. Has weirddddddd dreams&lt;br /&gt;40. Gets bored shitless when I'm not online - &lt;em&gt;I love you too [:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Says she has retarded dimples&lt;br /&gt;38. Has black BLACK hair&lt;br /&gt;37.  Sleeps late, sleeps in&lt;br /&gt;36. Wake her up and you'll suffer&lt;br /&gt;35. Throws her shoe at people - &lt;em&gt;How dangerous o-o'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Dopeyyyyyy :L&lt;br /&gt;33. Gets pissed off easily&lt;br /&gt;32. Loves chicken rolls&lt;br /&gt;31. But doesn't like the ones that are sold in &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; store&lt;br /&gt;30. Has more RnB than rock - &lt;em&gt;opposite to me :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Likes guy RnB's&lt;br /&gt;28. Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;27. Wants to go to their concert oneday, and says she will drag me with her&lt;br /&gt;26. Does colouring competitions&lt;br /&gt;25. Does not hate people, only "dislike them intensely"&lt;br /&gt;24. Can't swim&lt;br /&gt;23. McFlurry McFlurry ! :D -jumps up and down&lt;br /&gt;22. Nutella sandwiches :L&lt;br /&gt;21. Doesn't have facebook&lt;br /&gt;20. Cbb making one&lt;br /&gt;19. Is picky when choosing phones&lt;br /&gt;18. Stays sick for very long&lt;br /&gt;17. Writes round e's&lt;br /&gt;16. Hates English&lt;br /&gt;15. Knows a lot of people with the name ____&lt;br /&gt;14. Likes to write my name :D&lt;br /&gt;13. Writes names for people on their sheets&lt;br /&gt;12. Has eyelids.&lt;br /&gt;11. Only eyelines the bottom O_O&lt;br /&gt;10. Has to nap almost everyday&lt;br /&gt;09. Talks to me everyday&lt;br /&gt;08. Talks a lot ? :L&lt;br /&gt;07. Pro topic changer&lt;br /&gt;06. Relates ducks to Batman&lt;br /&gt;05. Her name rhymes with her street LOL&lt;br /&gt;04. Chews ice&lt;br /&gt;03. Loves drinking tea&lt;br /&gt;02. My Short Buddy&lt;br /&gt;01. LOVES ME 8D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7656522860080154643-980005084309113572?l=janeymon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/feeds/980005084309113572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/2009/12/75-things-about-verena.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7656522860080154643/posts/default/980005084309113572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7656522860080154643/posts/default/980005084309113572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/2009/12/75-things-about-verena.html' title='75 THINGS ABOUT VERENA.'/><author><name>janeymon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667921834826759950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ayr-eTAZ5sc/SmLNfoCzuMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/H9vG7pYlnvI/S220/danbo%232.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656522860080154643.post-1188839870520748580</id><published>2009-12-10T20:33:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T21:43:04.327+11:00</updated><title type='text'>WOULD YOU MARRY HIM IF..</title><content type='html'>I didn't know it was going to be so hot today, cos it looks cloudy and I thought it would be cool. I was wrong. Should have worn my skort instead of my pants. Morning we had brunch in commerce. Teacher bought fruit and made fruit salad, and then there was ice cream.. Yes, ice cream in the morning :\ There was passionfruit in the salad and I forced Phoebe to try it because she'd never eaten passionfruit. Turned out that she didn't like it very much :L The guys started to play Poker in the corner, all dogging Thamboi. He was by himself in the other corner looking emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Phoebe; You left your friend&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davidson; -Looks- Oh dw, he's emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some friend you are, Davidson. We weren't allowed to use real money so they made fake money on pieces of paper. The teacher saw, smiled and called them "The Pensioners" or "The Old People." Fat Collin kept sucking on his spoon like a lil kid. It annoyed me so much I tried yanking it out of his mouth but he wouldn't let go. And when the ice cream came, it was pretty much melted... and it got very messy LOL. Phoebe's ice cream was dripping everywhere, onto the floors and herself. I had to clean it up :L And the guys; some idiot left a whole pile of ice cream on the table and I wiped it up. It reminded me of my dog's vomit O_O. It's probably cos its yellow (banana flavoured) and it looked all yuck. So I'm sitting there watching them play, and not understanding what's going on. Chris won a whole giant pile of "money" and Steven went completely broke :L. Was kinda funny, really. And of course, I felt a bit sick afterwards... I blame the ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English, boring. VA, stuff that. Science, bludge. I got a massive headache in Science and it wouldn't go away :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch came, I was starving :L While we were eating, someone brought up the "What would you do if your husband..." or "Would you marry him if..." kind of questions. Here are some questions and answers from people :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Would you marry him if he's everything you ever wanted, but he has a really bushy, and I mean REALLY bushy,  goatee? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes, and at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;night, when he's sleeping... -makes shaver noise-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But what if it grows back hairier? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'll repeat the pr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ocess."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What would you do if your husband&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;shits every time you have sex? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Use a cork...?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Would you marry him if&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;he's everything, but he has a really big mole with hair?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "...I won't even look at him!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What would you do if your husband moos like a cow every time you have sex? Like "Mooooooo" and and, when he reaches climax, "Moooooo-ooooooo!"? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We all cracked up :L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Would you marry him if he has elephant eyelashes? Like, reallyyy long? -puts hands in front of eyes and waves them around- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We laughed. I laughed hardest, because Phoebe says my eyelashes resembles those of the elep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hant in Sesame Street called Snuffleupagus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/82/272398752_eb5e87d2c7.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 313px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/82/272398752_eb5e87d2c7.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more, but I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, they were good laughs. We had maths after, and my headache came back, only worse. Thought I was gona die, but thank god the bell went. We didn't even do anything in maths except the past SC papers, which we didn't bother in. :L Kenny heard about binary codes, and got really desperate to learn it. We all didn't tell him LOL. Then when he found out, he full concentrated and studied the sheet that J&amp;amp;K came up with. Strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, my mum found a beetle. It was pretty O: It had a broken wing so it couldn't fly. She placed it in a container, and I have no idea what she's planning to do with it. Keep it as a pet? Here's what it looks like. It's about 2cm in length?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ayr-eTAZ5sc/SyDQkE2OgyI/AAAAAAAAADI/UGYyDQYIrjs/s1600-h/Photo157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 163px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ayr-eTAZ5sc/SyDQkE2OgyI/AAAAAAAAADI/UGYyDQYIrjs/s320/Photo157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413556070294389538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ayr-eTAZ5sc/SyDOL3v78lI/AAAAAAAAAC4/HgHQW-06Y-4/s1600-h/Photo153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ayr-eTAZ5sc/SyDOL3v78lI/AAAAAAAAAC4/HgHQW-06Y-4/s320/Photo153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413553455438230098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7656522860080154643-1188839870520748580?l=janeymon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/feeds/1188839870520748580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/2009/12/would-you-marry-him-if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7656522860080154643/posts/default/1188839870520748580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7656522860080154643/posts/default/1188839870520748580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/2009/12/would-you-marry-him-if.html' title='WOULD YOU MARRY HIM IF..'/><author><name>janeymon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667921834826759950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ayr-eTAZ5sc/SmLNfoCzuMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/H9vG7pYlnvI/S220/danbo%232.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ayr-eTAZ5sc/SyDQkE2OgyI/AAAAAAAAADI/UGYyDQYIrjs/s72-c/Photo157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656522860080154643.post-4130884726118212108</id><published>2009-12-09T18:04:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T22:24:03.642+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Excursion today. Was okay, wasn't fun, but it wasn't all that boring. We actually went into the memorial, seeing that the previous group couldn't since it was being refurbished. Let's start from the beginning, shall we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up a bit earlier and went to school, Verena waved at me, so I waved back, not realising she signaled me to go up to where she was. I was being the usual noob, and ended up walking to the library. I was like; "Huh, where'd everyone go ._." Hah. And then more people came. On the bus, I took the window seat :D Seemed like a long ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to our destination and walked to Sydney Harbour Bridge. Waited under the pylon and someone freaked out already - we didn't even start heading up. So then we went up to the thingo and had this girl talk to us about the history of the bridge. Then we went up to the pylon and I liked the view. The wind was nice and breezy, and the people looked tiny down there. I went around like 5 times :L We saw some bridge climbers and waved to them. They happily waved back. It felt like I was making friends. LOL.  The guys threw 20c out into the sea, and watched it change it's direction as the wind blew. It didn't go into the sea; it landed on the road, according to Davidson. I'm surprised he was so sure, cos I couldn't even see the coin when it was half way down. One highlight of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had maccas, again. I really didn't want maccas, but there wasn't anything that called out to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the Anzac Memorial thing. It was really nice inside, it smelt new (Y). We got to see all these things that the people of the war used to own, was pretty interesting. I saw the Dome of Stars. It made me dizzy when I looked back down :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually got pretty tired at the end of the day, so in the bus, I was all droopy and shit. But I didn't want to fall asleep.. We went on the bus 4 times today, and had to fight for the window seat because "I take it every time" and he wanted it &gt;&gt;". I failed at playing Cooking Mama 3 and some running game on iPhone because my nails got in the way. Then we reached school just on time. And I walked home. I forgot my jumper. I hope he brings it tomo ._. Idc if its boiling hot, I want my jumper back LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Phoebe took a random photo of me fixing my earphone that was stuck on the buttons of my shirt. She made it look as though I was checking myself out &gt;&gt;"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cindy had a massive soft serve and told us to line up in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; line because the lady gives out big ones.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Phoebe says "Mc-Fluh-ry" as "Mc-Flur-ry"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I almost stacked it 3 times today.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Phoebe was doing something retarded at the end of the day on the bus, think she was shouting 'roar' or something. She ended up spitting in Wilson's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She thought that the Gobstoppers were Gumballs and wondered why she couldn't chew them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was eating mine, she asked me to show her my tongue. I opened my mouth, and it fell out. Woops.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why are there so many things about Phoebe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Oh, and one day, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will climb to the top of the Harbour Bridge&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7656522860080154643-4130884726118212108?l=janeymon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/feeds/4130884726118212108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/2009/12/excursion-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7656522860080154643/posts/default/4130884726118212108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7656522860080154643/posts/default/4130884726118212108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/2009/12/excursion-today.html' title=''/><author><name>janeymon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667921834826759950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ayr-eTAZ5sc/SmLNfoCzuMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/H9vG7pYlnvI/S220/danbo%232.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656522860080154643.post-4134791432404142134</id><published>2009-12-08T22:12:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T22:47:39.945+11:00</updated><title type='text'>WITH YOUR NAME TATTOOED ACROSS MY HEART</title><content type='html'>I love The Script. (8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went swimming today. Phoebe gave me a bruise, although it's not visible yet, I can feel it hurt when I press on it :\ Was probably cos I was hanging off her back while she wasn't letting go of my leg LOL. Yeah, it was pretty fun. It was hot today, but it cooled down when we were at the pool; at least we weren't being toasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can think of right now is what a bitch you were this afternoon. I know you weren't all that nice but I didn't know it was this bad. You piss me off &gt;&gt;" Even in the midst of our conversations I have the urge to tell you to stop being so arrogant. Now I can go around saying I hate two people 8) One I will murder and the one I will "punch in the face."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I don't really hate them. I say it just for fun. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't hate anyone :D &lt;/span&gt;But sometimes they do annoy me --'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; I realised, you two are both up yourselves&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7656522860080154643-4134791432404142134?l=janeymon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/feeds/4134791432404142134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/2009/12/with-your-name-tattooed-across-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7656522860080154643/posts/default/4134791432404142134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7656522860080154643/posts/default/4134791432404142134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/2009/12/with-your-name-tattooed-across-my-heart.html' title='WITH YOUR NAME TATTOOED ACROSS MY HEART'/><author><name>janeymon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667921834826759950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ayr-eTAZ5sc/SmLNfoCzuMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/H9vG7pYlnvI/S220/danbo%232.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656522860080154643.post-7922228880938248283</id><published>2009-12-03T16:22:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T17:18:38.214+11:00</updated><title type='text'>BLEH</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's almost been one month since I've blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's been going on lately, and I'm not bothered to blog regularly. This morning was gay. When I woke up, everything was fine at first. Mum told me she sliced ham for me already so I was like; "Yeah, okay." Was eating my toast while tryna make my sandwich. I wanted to add tomato in because, well it tastes nice. I was looking in the fridge and all, and my mum comes out with this 'Jane's an idiot' kind of face and asks "What are you  looking for? ^o)" I replied with "Tomatoes? ^o)" And then she starts getting all annoyed and rages at me. Wtf is her problem? "Can't you be happy for once? Why you have to be so upset when talking to your mother, huh?" What, it's now a crime to be unhappy? I have to walk around the house smiling or something? No, I don't want to be that girl I see every morning at school who walks around with this smile on her face. Gives me the creeps. &gt;&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she starts going on about I don't care for anything. Great, my heart's made out of a block of wood (Y) Sometimes, I'm proud of myself. I'm proud of how I tend to just listen in silence and not say a single word. I think it's because of her that I mentally swear so much more o-o' -Sighhhhhhhh, Mums these days. I'm not angry at her. I'm just upset at all the shit she says. It's stupid. Know what else she said, she assumed that I don't love them. "I only care for my dad because I'm using him - I don't really love him. I don't care if my parents die. She regrets giving birth to me." Totally. She just jumps to conclusion and doesn't give a shit at whatever I say. Does your mum say these things to you, too? Maybe they're even worse LOL.  Gah. Well I got annoyed so I stopped eating breakfast. I'm actually surprised a slice of toast can last me through til recess. Yeah, for those who skip breakfast, you may be like; "Wow, one slice. Big deal." Well guess what, to me it is, alright? Then she dropped me off at school and talks to me like nothing happened. What a waste of energy, saying all that crap to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other time, I was eating dinner and she started complaining about how her food was bland, and needed more salt. I thought it was fine. Later, she gets pissed off and tells me how "nobody can say that tastes fine." I said it was. Then she's like, "No, Jane. You're just lazy to get the salt. You don't think it's fine at all. Don't lie." What is she, some kind of taste buds expert? She knows how my taste buds react to foods? Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this, a whole blog about my mum? LOL. Bleh, School was a bludge today. Hm, according to Firefox, "bludge" isn't a word o-O' Watched this movie in commerce, then played cards. Phoebe was playing with the cards she had left. Collin &amp;amp; Steven were full telling her not to put singles for some reason. So, here comes Phoebe's combos once again. She places two cards down. She shouts them out. "JACK, QUEEN." She only had singles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nothing else to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7656522860080154643-7922228880938248283?l=janeymon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/feeds/7922228880938248283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/2009/12/wow-its-almost-been-one-month-since-ive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7656522860080154643/posts/default/7922228880938248283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7656522860080154643/posts/default/7922228880938248283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/2009/12/wow-its-almost-been-one-month-since-ive.html' title='BLEH'/><author><name>janeymon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667921834826759950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ayr-eTAZ5sc/SmLNfoCzuMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/H9vG7pYlnvI/S220/danbo%232.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656522860080154643.post-2331999019687348955</id><published>2009-11-09T18:09:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T18:13:47.838+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally got my hair cut today, Yayyyyy! :L&lt;br /&gt;Wanted one for so long.. and I actually like it this time. Just not used to trying to tie it up and grabbing this.. small bunch. Feels like tip of a paintbrush or something o-o'&lt;br /&gt;But other than that, it's all good 8D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7656522860080154643-2331999019687348955?l=janeymon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/feeds/2331999019687348955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/2009/11/finally-got-my-hair-cut-today-yayyyyy-l.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7656522860080154643/posts/default/2331999019687348955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7656522860080154643/posts/default/2331999019687348955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/2009/11/finally-got-my-hair-cut-today-yayyyyy-l.html' title=''/><author><name>janeymon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667921834826759950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ayr-eTAZ5sc/SmLNfoCzuMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/H9vG7pYlnvI/S220/danbo%232.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656522860080154643.post-1616290773448469713</id><published>2009-11-08T16:34:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T16:52:13.656+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Would you rather...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bold&lt;/strong&gt; - is what I chose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chew like a cow/&lt;strong&gt;Laugh like a goat&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;LOL :L&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have a diet to heavy on grease/&lt;strong&gt;A diet too heavy on sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Be trapped in a cave full of vampire bats&lt;/strong&gt;/Put a large jar full of bees (opened) in your pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Wear 5 hats all the time/&lt;strong&gt;Always wear a big fluffy rabbit's tail&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Have your house hit once every 6 months with graffiti vandals&lt;/strong&gt;/Have your house hit once every two weeks with toilet paper vandals - &lt;em&gt;Better than 2 week intervals. Who knows how long I'll have to clean the toilet paper for o-o'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have Xray vision/&lt;strong&gt;Have the power to read minds&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;em&gt; That'll be awesome 8D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Wear the same outfit of your least favorite color every day for 1 year/&lt;strong&gt;Knock on your crush's door asking for toilet paper &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- It doesn't say "every day" :L&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;strong&gt; Wear the same pair of unwashed socks for 2 years&lt;/strong&gt;/Wear the same pair of unwashed underwear for 1 year - &lt;em&gt;I don't wear socks everyday &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Have eyebrows that make a complete circle around your eyes&lt;/strong&gt;/Have flat eyelashes that stick out 12 inches and can't be trimmed - &lt;em&gt;HAHAHA :L I don't want to stab anyone with those eyelashes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do a job interview with your bottom lip 5 times it's size/&lt;strong&gt;With a cat face painted on you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;Never show up in photographs&lt;/strong&gt;/Have no reflection in mirrors - &lt;em&gt;I'd like to know what I look like before I leave the house, thanks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Smell like the sewer for a year/&lt;strong&gt;Trade places with your sibling (or dad) for 6 months&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;Spend your life in the same cave&lt;/strong&gt;/Or the same tree -&lt;em&gt;Wooh, cave :L&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. (FOR THE SAME AMOUNT OF $) &lt;strong&gt;Have a job you love and work 60 hours a week&lt;/strong&gt;/Have a job you hate and work 25 hours a week&lt;em&gt; - Actually, I'm not so sure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Me never make another would you rather quiz/&lt;strong&gt;Me make more would you rather quizzes&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Because I'm bored.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7656522860080154643-1616290773448469713?l=janeymon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/feeds/1616290773448469713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/2009/11/would-you-rather.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7656522860080154643/posts/default/1616290773448469713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7656522860080154643/posts/default/1616290773448469713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/2009/11/would-you-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>janeymon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667921834826759950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ayr-eTAZ5sc/SmLNfoCzuMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/H9vG7pYlnvI/S220/danbo%232.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656522860080154643.post-8329575090992197563</id><published>2009-11-06T17:08:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T20:10:24.317+11:00</updated><title type='text'>NO WINDOW SEATS THIS TIME EITHER.</title><content type='html'>Verena took the window seat... on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt; rides. Well, it's only cos I was nice (H), seeing that she couldn't get to sleep without the window. Either way, we both ended up &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trying&lt;/span&gt; to sleep for the entire ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned out that the cloudy weather wasn't that bad after all. At least we didn't have to get our skin burnt off from the sun :L I actually thought it would rain this morning, so I had a bit of trouble thinking whether I should wear my trackies or shorts. After a long thought, I decided to wear my trackies and bring my shorts LOL. Was a good idea, cos it wasn't cold at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school and gathered with friends. Phoebe wished for it to rain &gt;:\ Such a meanie :L&lt;br /&gt;Sat with the boys for a while &amp;amp; talked with Vee and Nancy. Verena said something about her mum asking her if 40 bucks was enough for eating or something. Wilson overheard and you know what he said to me? "$40 just for food? ._. You better come back in shape so I can recognise you." That's very nice of you [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus rides are almost never fun for me :L more like sleepy &amp;amp; tired, mornings AND arvos. Was getting kind of silent when Sara suddenly started to call for the teacher urgently. Sounded like something bad happened. Everyone was like; "What happened? O_O" Teacher was deaf, too. She called out like 10 times, and Miss heard nothing. When she did, she thought it was real important, and had this panic face :L. Okay, maybe I'm over-exaggerating it a bit, but w/e. Miss; "What? o-o Feeling sick?" Sara; "...Are we there yet? D:" Broke the tension well (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived and wandered about the beach. Had trouble walking with shoes. When you look around, you see all these ppl waddling so sand won't get in their shoes LOL. We were hungry ! D: I took quite a few pics of the scene, thought that they were nice views. No, these are not all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ayr-eTAZ5sc/SvPMTCHcabI/AAAAAAAAACo/OnI-VXfB6xU/s1600-h/CIMG2342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ayr-eTAZ5sc/SvPMTCHcabI/AAAAAAAAACo/OnI-VXfB6xU/s320/CIMG2342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400885005505030578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reminds me of the song; "Where the city meets the sea" :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ayr-eTAZ5sc/SvPMSbkUANI/AAAAAAAAACY/36OBlYin1pI/s1600-h/CIMG2325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ayr-eTAZ5sc/SvPMSbkUANI/AAAAAAAAACY/36OBlYin1pI/s320/CIMG2325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400884995157131474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;looked a bit dull here ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ayr-eTAZ5sc/SvPMSh1ABfI/AAAAAAAAACg/xYwXSCZo35k/s1600-h/Photo111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ayr-eTAZ5sc/SvPMSh1ABfI/AAAAAAAAACg/xYwXSCZo35k/s320/Photo111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400884996837737970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I didn't realise that I caught a wave. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hm, what else. Wow my mum raged at my dog. Way to go, mum :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we only had 1 hr to eat and shop. WE DIDN'T GET TO SHOP AT ALL TT" That's horrible. Andrew bit a slice of lemon, like the whole thing LOL. His reaction was ... funny? Hahah idk :L &amp;amp; yeah, after lunch, we had to go back to the bus. I had the window seat first, but Vee took it in the end &gt;&gt;' Oh well, now I know that whenever I'm on an excursion with her, means there's no window seats for me. Couldn't get to sleep. "Best bus ride. Ever." Not for us. Sure, they were having fun doing w/e they were doing back there, but think of us. We were tryna sleep, man. Hell knows why they had to scream. Woke me from my doze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back to school like 5 mins late. Walked home half asleep, almost lost balance too LOL. So that's basically it about today's excursion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ayr-eTAZ5sc/SvPkDleB8rI/AAAAAAAAACw/LHGfgzHADEI/s1600-h/CIMG2324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ayr-eTAZ5sc/SvPkDleB8rI/AAAAAAAAACw/LHGfgzHADEI/s320/CIMG2324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400911128396165810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-grins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my fish in Happy Aquarium are dying, haven't fed them in a day. It's kool watching them all group up at the top when you feed them :L Such hungry little fishies :\&lt;br /&gt;Random, I know. LOL. Well, guess that's it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7656522860080154643-8329575090992197563?l=janeymon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/feeds/8329575090992197563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-window-seats-this-time-either.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7656522860080154643/posts/default/8329575090992197563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7656522860080154643/posts/default/8329575090992197563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-window-seats-this-time-either.html' title='NO WINDOW SEATS THIS TIME EITHER.'/><author><name>janeymon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667921834826759950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ayr-eTAZ5sc/SmLNfoCzuMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/H9vG7pYlnvI/S220/danbo%232.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ayr-eTAZ5sc/SvPMTCHcabI/AAAAAAAAACo/OnI-VXfB6xU/s72-c/CIMG2342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656522860080154643.post-4426462614303672802</id><published>2009-11-06T08:18:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T20:11:07.310+11:00</updated><title type='text'>8:18</title><content type='html'>Shit weather today, gona be crap at the beach :(&lt;br /&gt;ITS SUPPOSED TO BE SUNNY GODDAMNIT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7656522860080154643-4426462614303672802?l=janeymon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/feeds/4426462614303672802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/2009/11/819.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7656522860080154643/posts/default/4426462614303672802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7656522860080154643/posts/default/4426462614303672802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/2009/11/819.html' title='8:18'/><author><name>janeymon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667921834826759950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ayr-eTAZ5sc/SmLNfoCzuMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/H9vG7pYlnvI/S220/danbo%232.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656522860080154643.post-1545480196010994408</id><published>2009-11-05T23:11:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T23:33:50.843+11:00</updated><title type='text'>BOO.</title><content type='html'>Supposed to be in bed, but my hair is still wet from shower :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got excursion tomo, no where near ready; haven't packed any shit. Ah, haven't blogged in such a long while that it feels kinda weird right now. Well I woke up this morning, got ready for school, and my mum drove me to school, like always. And as usual, almost everday, about 8:30, as my mum turns the corner, I see Donovan walking LOL. He doesn't know I see him though. Think I should tell him one day :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to school, and there was assembly. I thought the school would get the chance to test out their newly installed speakers, but I guessed wrong. I see that our school is finally starting to advance, considering that they've been quite.. nevermind. In roll call, I almost fell asleep. My teacher never cares whether I read or not. He tells other ppl off for not reading, saying "You shouldn't have to wait til you get told, you should know that roll call is for reading and you need to prepare a book." And even though I'm not reading, he doesn't say anything about me XD. It's funny, actually. So when I started to doze off, the bell rang. How nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commerce LOL. Princip banned the use of laptops from today onwards. Why? She set up a chatroom so we could 'discuss' questions. Turned out that no one was doing what they were supposed to. Esp Steven, all his fault :L The teacher ended up raging and completely banned lapops, even for work. Idc, I'm blaming Steven 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was pretty boring, even had this moment where I think I fell asleep with my eyes open in VA. That's how boring it was &gt;&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, my hair's still wet. Don't wana blow dry it cos I don't wana make it even more dead than it already is. I'm hungry. Seriously. But there's nothing to eat D: Damn, Verena takes long to shower. It's prob been 15 mins before I started blogging, I typed up this whole blob and she's not even back yet. Wait, now she is :L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want:&lt;br /&gt;- My hair cut&lt;br /&gt;- My hair dyed back to brown. I don't like this colour..&lt;br /&gt;- Something to eat&lt;br /&gt;- Patrick to get me my earphones TT"&lt;br /&gt;- My hair to dry faster, stupid weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I have any more to blog. I'll just end this.. righttttt here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7656522860080154643-1545480196010994408?l=janeymon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/feeds/1545480196010994408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/2009/11/boo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7656522860080154643/posts/default/1545480196010994408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7656522860080154643/posts/default/1545480196010994408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/2009/11/boo.html' title='BOO.'/><author><name>janeymon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667921834826759950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ayr-eTAZ5sc/SmLNfoCzuMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/H9vG7pYlnvI/S220/danbo%232.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656522860080154643.post-7013663045790503283</id><published>2009-09-10T20:16:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T20:22:35.183+10:00</updated><title type='text'>WONDERFUL WORLD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" font-style: normal; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  font-weight: bold; line-height: 17px; font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:20px;"&gt;　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" font-style: normal; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  font-weight: bold; line-height: 17px; font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:20px;"&gt;　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:6;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;　&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;amp; I know that it's a wonderful world,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;from the sky down to the sea, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but I can only see it when you're here, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;here with me. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" font-style: normal; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  font-weight: bold; line-height: 17px; font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:20px;"&gt;　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:6;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;　&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:6;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;　&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7656522860080154643-7013663045790503283?l=janeymon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/feeds/7013663045790503283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/2009/09/wonderful-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7656522860080154643/posts/default/7013663045790503283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7656522860080154643/posts/default/7013663045790503283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/2009/09/wonderful-world.html' title='WONDERFUL WORLD.'/><author><name>janeymon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667921834826759950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ayr-eTAZ5sc/SmLNfoCzuMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/H9vG7pYlnvI/S220/danbo%232.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656522860080154643.post-8648417978762868851</id><published>2009-08-26T21:17:00.011+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T21:53:02.432+10:00</updated><title type='text'>CURRENTLY; DOING ENGLISH. NOT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 14px; BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What is your name?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Spell your name backwards:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; enaj. Vee says its like an iraqi name D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Date of birth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; 16th Aug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 14px; BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Male or female?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; You think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Astrological sign:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Leo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nicknames: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Janeymon? although, I never get called by that in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Height:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; 162cm. I wana be 165!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hair colour:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Brown, black regrowth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Eye colour:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Dark brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Single/Taken:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Taken, loving him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Piercings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Ears. Got two, want two more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Shoe size:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; 6 or 7, depends on the shoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Righty or lefty:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Righty, wishes to be cross-dominant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Friends Stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Which one of your friends is the....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Craziest?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Lisa Truong :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Loudest?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Well, that depends.. Phoebe? Verena? Hollyta O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nicest: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;They're all nice [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Rebel: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Verena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Best friend of the same sex:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Idk, I can't favour one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Best friend of the opposite sex:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Wilson? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Rudest:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Not sure... :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Weirdest:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Lisaaa. She sucks her plates D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Funniest:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Well, Lisa is usually the one who makes us laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Have you lost touch with a good friend?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Person you've been friends with the longest:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Family Stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;How many siblings do you have:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;How many siblings does your mother have:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Uh... 1..2..3..no..8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;How many siblings does your father have:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Idk, 5?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;s your family close?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;: I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Does your family get together for holidays:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Do you have any nieces or nephews?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Music Stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What's the best cd you own: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Oh idk, I dl my music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Do you sing in the shower:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Yea, sometimes.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Favorites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Colour:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; I like them all :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; They change from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Show:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Supernatural ! NCIS, House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;School subject:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Science? Maths.. kinda, even though I'm failing -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Band/singer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; I like Linkin Park, yes I'm that old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Movie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Actor/Actress:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Don't pay attention to them. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Drink:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Idk :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Holiday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Does Christmas count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Pizza topping:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; BBQ Meat Lovers x9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Dessert:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Mmm.. dessert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Clothing store:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Idk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hot Drink:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Tea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Bedroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What color are your bedroom walls:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; White. Gona paint them soon..maybe I should do a silvery purply grey.. o-o'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Do you have posters on your wall:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Nop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Do you have your own phone line in your bedroom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Connected to the rest of the house, then yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Describe the last nightmare you had:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; It was scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Do you sleep with stuffed animals:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Yea, well they watch me sleep [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What color is the carpet in your room:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Red. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 14px; BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Doughnuts/bagels:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; I've never tried bagels..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Day/night:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Coffee/tea:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hamburgers/hotdogs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Both again LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Britney/Christina: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The previous britney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Silver/gold:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Silver, colour and element.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nike/Adidas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; I think Nike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hot/cold: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Winter/summer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Winter for chilliness, Summer for hotness. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Read/watch TV:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Thats a tough one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Colored pictures/black and white photos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; I reckon coloured are better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Scary movies/comedies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; I laugh at both :L:L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Dogs/cats: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Chicken/beef:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; I'd last longer if I had to eat chicken for days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Have You Ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Been to a foreign country: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Nop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Broken a bone?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Been on tv?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Had a dream that your falling?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Umm.. no. But, along with everyone else, I get myoclonic jerks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7656522860080154643-8648417978762868851?l=janeymon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/feeds/8648417978762868851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/2009/08/currently-doing-english-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7656522860080154643/posts/default/8648417978762868851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7656522860080154643/posts/default/8648417978762868851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/2009/08/currently-doing-english-not.html' title='CURRENTLY; DOING ENGLISH. NOT.'/><author><name>janeymon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667921834826759950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ayr-eTAZ5sc/SmLNfoCzuMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/H9vG7pYlnvI/S220/danbo%232.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656522860080154643.post-4910406168520129985</id><published>2009-08-23T15:51:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T18:26:49.804+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I DIDN'T GET THE WINDOW SEAT. D:</title><content type='html'>Two days late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excursion on Friday was alright, I guess.  We went to the national gallery at Canberra. I was the second last person to arrive at school &amp;amp; ended up being the only one with a pillow. Oh well, at least it was comfy :L. Our teacher was absent so our other VA teacher came with us. We all went on the bus... Vee took the window seat &gt;&gt;" There were seat belts, we weren't used to that LOL. And so the ride began. We tried to sleep, but unfortunately, we couldn't because SOME PEOPLE.. were so loud. Verena couldn't stand it and suddenly screamed out "SHUT UP" :L . &amp;amp; they did.. for a little while o-o'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About two hours into the ride and we came to Maccas. Was 8am and it was packed. We bought breakfast, ate and then went on the bus again. I decided to share my pack of jelly babies, so I passed it down to those few. It didn't come back for a while.. and when it did, 2/3 of it was gone LOL :L. Bus ride continued &amp;amp; we arrived at NGA. Saw Parliament House from afar. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stepped out of the bus. It was freezing cold ! And some ppl came in shorts and stuff. Gees, I wonder how they could stand it. Then it started to rain D: It was supposed to be a nice and sunny day, since we were on an excursion, but nooo, it had to rain -.- . We went inside the gallery and found that it was warm 8). We had this lady take us for a mini tour around the gallery, man it was B-O-R-I-N-G. The way the lady spoke, gahh wth. It's like shes talking to a bunch of 5y/o with that tone. And after every few words, she makes this noise like shes sucking some kind of lolly :S . Then Vee and Tan decided to verse each other in answering the most questions :L In the end, Verena won by idk how many. There was this huge canvas painting of a man, but it didn't look like a portrait at all, more like a photograph. The artist even painted each pore and chest hair O_O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention how nice their restrooms were? They had these sofa-like chairs for people to sit on INSIDE the room. There was this huge mirror.. perfect for pictures LOL. And since we weren't allowed to take photos of the art, we took pics of ourselves 8D. I can  tell you, that was the best thing out of the whole excursion -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch in the cafeteria. $12 for fish&amp;amp;chips, I guess that's an alright price cos I actually got full eating it. Yeah, since Vee and Hollyta shared one and nobody touched mine, I had to eat it all up myself &gt;&gt;" . My battered fish was crispier than their one LOL 8D. Then we spent the next hour or so taking photos.. we went outside for most of that time, too. It wasn't cold when we went out, I think it was cos we either got used to it, or it was too hot in the cafe. I made lil one take a photo with me. I bent my knees so I look shorter, the pic doesn't look right cos he's the shortest out of everyone.. I think. -stares at JP :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pretty much came to the end of the excursion at the gallery. Teacher took a group photo of everyone; us &amp;amp; yr11s. The steps were wet and we had to sit down ==' I found a dry area to sit on, and beside me, was this wet-ish spot. One of our teachers just came up and sat on it. I was like; O_O" . Meh, not like she seemed to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on the bus at around 2.something pm :L I was sleepy, so I started to kind of sleep. I looked behind me and I saw the cutest living thing alive falling asleep. *____* Ngawwww :L now I can't stop thinking about it. And yes, it has been 2 days. BUT IT WAS SO CUTE D: You can't help but to go "awww" when you see him sleeping. Babyface, thats why LOL. And then I fell asleep. Then at 4.30 we went to the same McDonald's again :L and once again, it was packed. I ordered a mcflurry :) .. well most of us did. Ms. T had a Happy Meal :O It didn't look right since shes .. a lot.. older than us LOL &lt;&gt;.  After eating, we continued the bus ride for another hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after eating, the lil one was still sleepy :L he couldn't even keep his eyes open. How cute :L So he went back to sleep. Aww, how he hugged his bag cos he didn't have anything to lean on. I'm still wondering how people can fall asleep leaning on windows, it's so bumpy :S. Anyways, I think Vee went high.. Nancy as well :L Her laugh. LOL it was like a lil kid's. Yep yep, cute as well :L I didn't manage to fall asleep after Maccas, but that heavy sleeper did. Slept like a baby. Wouldn't even wake up when we tried to wake him up. I didn't think Chris slept a wink for that whole day, I'm surprised :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, those lil stores in the gallery, damn the things there were expensive. Like, a mini little notebook kinda thing that was smaller than a sticky note costs $13. And they sold these knitted rings for $40 was it? I think it was $40, should be somewhere along that line. Sucha rip, I swear. They sold books and stuff on art, graphics, food, recipes, so on @@".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, the day was alright.. Better than staying at school and doing double period of English :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was hot..ter than usual TT" I'd prefer the chilly atmosphere than boiling hot, humid air. But then again, you can dress pretty in Summer 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that they finished watching "Outrbreak" on Friday. NOOO. D: That's just upsetting, man. All those days we were there we didn't watch it, and on that one day, when we were on excursion, THEY WATCHED IT f5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;H2MJB on 21st&lt;br /&gt;H15BD to Gordon on 22nd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7656522860080154643-4910406168520129985?l=janeymon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/feeds/4910406168520129985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/2009/08/two-days-late.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7656522860080154643/posts/default/4910406168520129985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7656522860080154643/posts/default/4910406168520129985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/2009/08/two-days-late.html' title='I DIDN&apos;T GET THE WINDOW SEAT. D:'/><author><name>janeymon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667921834826759950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ayr-eTAZ5sc/SmLNfoCzuMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/H9vG7pYlnvI/S220/danbo%232.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656522860080154643.post-7272400692751766153</id><published>2009-08-20T20:18:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T20:18:57.070+10:00</updated><title type='text'>NO.</title><content type='html'>No, Verena, I will be taking the window seat. And you &lt;strong&gt;will not&lt;/strong&gt; get it :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7656522860080154643-7272400692751766153?l=janeymon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/feeds/7272400692751766153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/2009/08/no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7656522860080154643/posts/default/7272400692751766153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7656522860080154643/posts/default/7272400692751766153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/2009/08/no.html' title='NO.'/><author><name>janeymon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667921834826759950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ayr-eTAZ5sc/SmLNfoCzuMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/H9vG7pYlnvI/S220/danbo%232.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656522860080154643.post-8768279993709588056</id><published>2009-08-20T15:45:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T18:27:07.621+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had "excursions" yesterday and today.&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, we went to Canley Vale shops f3. We only spent two periods there, like wth. Pretty much did nothing except for this worksheet. We were all just copying off each other. There was nothing to write on so we leaned on walls and shop windows. Then this lady came out from the shop and was looking at us :L. Phoebe; "I'm sorry but we have to use your window :/"&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to buy pizza @@" Took ages for the pizza to cook. Fat collin didn't let phoebe sit down on the seats by lying on top of them. We ended up ordering 3 pizzas (one for each - me, phoebe, collin). Collin ordered the chicken one. But when we got to the park, he changed his mind and decided to take phoebe's pepperoni pizza because he said that the chicken one looked yuck. Phoebe and I only ate like 3 quarter slices altogether, so we gave it away to those guys. Some of them were laying on the grass, and suddenly started rumbling :L Teacher went up to them and they all ran away.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went on the swings :D&lt;br /&gt;Then we had to walk all the way back to the school again &gt;&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, today, we went to Lansvale PS to mentor yr3's with problem solving. I had to teach this group with a crazy girl, gg. She kept slapping herself, started singing, played with the equipment. -pulls hair out- She has such an attitude, too. This other girl said something a bit louder and the crazy one went; "Gees,I didn't know, don't have to shout at me 8-)" Then she started talking about all these random shit.&lt;br /&gt;And the other girl, lets say shes girl 2. Man, she has a lot to say. The kids are supposed to work questions out by themselves, but this girl kept shouting out the answers and telling them what to say. I had to keep saying; "Let her do it herself"&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand what its like to be a teacher; horrible.&lt;br /&gt;Despite all the bad stuff, we got free recess 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily packed her bag with food LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny got owned by a yr3. He wouldn't stop talking about it, saying it'll haunt him for the rest of his life. I'm sure it will.&lt;br /&gt;He kept bragging on the way to and from LPS.&lt;br /&gt;　Me; "You're so up yourself, did you ever notice that?"&lt;br /&gt;　Him; Yes, and is that a bad thing ?&lt;br /&gt;　Me; Yes, of course it is.&lt;br /&gt;　-argues&lt;br /&gt;　Him; Let's change topics, this isn't going very well -.-&lt;br /&gt;Everytime we walked past my street, he would shout; "OMG. YOUR HOUSE 8D" :L I guess he's like a kid sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huynh got chased around by Sophie LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the canteen line; "YOUR NAME IS ONE LETTER AWAY FROM MY NAME !"&lt;br /&gt;　Jun; o-o&lt;br /&gt;　Kid; MY NAME IS TUN :D&lt;br /&gt;Hahah that was cute :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the canteen lady remembers me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donovan's choc chip cookie with  A LOT of sweet &amp;amp; sour sauce.&lt;br /&gt;　Me; How did it taste ? :L&lt;br /&gt;　Him; -shivers- Don't mention it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pei Jun; "The lamingtons are so nice :D" -eats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought an icey drink. Haven't had one since yr6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited teachers. Saw my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the good things about today is that I had the chance to visit again, and remembering what it felt like when I was in primary. Things look so small now.. I had to bend my knees to look through the canteen window o-o.&lt;br /&gt;After such a tiring day at Lansvale doing maths, we came back to school for the last lesson; MATHS. --'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've talked about all that, I should mention things about tomo. Why? Excursion 8)&lt;br /&gt;I'm gona bring my pillow and my plushie so I can sleep in comfort on the bus during the 3hr drive. Ah, no double english. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7656522860080154643-8768279993709588056?l=janeymon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/feeds/8768279993709588056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/2009/08/had-excursions-yesterday-and-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7656522860080154643/posts/default/8768279993709588056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7656522860080154643/posts/default/8768279993709588056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/2009/08/had-excursions-yesterday-and-today.html' title=''/><author><name>janeymon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667921834826759950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ayr-eTAZ5sc/SmLNfoCzuMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/H9vG7pYlnvI/S220/danbo%232.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656522860080154643.post-1800817480375279174</id><published>2009-08-16T15:57:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T16:45:14.889+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A DAY TO REMEMBER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday To Me !&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;-&amp;amp; thanks to everyone [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7656522860080154643-1800817480375279174?l=janeymon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/feeds/1800817480375279174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-to-me-thanks-to-everyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7656522860080154643/posts/default/1800817480375279174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7656522860080154643/posts/default/1800817480375279174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-to-me-thanks-to-everyone.html' title='A DAY TO REMEMBER'/><author><name>janeymon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667921834826759950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ayr-eTAZ5sc/SmLNfoCzuMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/H9vG7pYlnvI/S220/danbo%232.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656522860080154643.post-8399013103480105175</id><published>2009-08-14T22:56:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T23:12:59.029+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Had the Chicken pox:&lt;/strong&gt; yeah 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever gotten a scar:&lt;/strong&gt; yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had a broken nose:&lt;/strong&gt; hahah no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had your tonsils removed?:&lt;/strong&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had ice cream in the morning:&lt;/strong&gt; i should do that one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had to give the heimlich:&lt;/strong&gt; no, but someone had stopped me from choking in yr1 :L &amp; no, not using the 'heimlich'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dated outside your race?:&lt;/strong&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Given a hickey?:&lt;/strong&gt; LOL no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sung in the shower?:&lt;/strong&gt; yes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spit in someone's drink?:&lt;/strong&gt; LOL nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Opened your Christmas presents early?:&lt;/strong&gt; yea i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peed outside?:&lt;/strong&gt; when i was lil :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seen "The Goonies" more than 10 times?:&lt;/strong&gt; close to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had more than five REAL bf/gf?:&lt;/strong&gt; no :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Played a computer game for more than 5 hours?:&lt;/strong&gt; yeah  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ran through the sprinklers naked?:&lt;/strong&gt; nop LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ate food that fell on the floor?:&lt;/strong&gt; yea... o-o' 'the 3 second rule'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went outside naked?:&lt;/strong&gt; LOL no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Made out with your best friends bf/gf?:&lt;/strong&gt; no &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mooned somebody?:&lt;/strong&gt; nop :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been on stage?:&lt;/strong&gt; yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Made someone cry?:&lt;/strong&gt; yes TT"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been in a parade?:&lt;/strong&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been in a school play?:&lt;/strong&gt; no, i hate doing plays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drank beer?:&lt;/strong&gt; a few sips ? :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gotten detention?:&lt;/strong&gt; yeah, man 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been on a plane?:&lt;/strong&gt; no..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been on a cruise?:&lt;/strong&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Broken into a house?:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gotten a tattoo?:&lt;/strong&gt; those sticker ones :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gotten piercings?:&lt;/strong&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cried so hard you threw up?:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; threw up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gotten into a shouting match?:&lt;/strong&gt; yeah LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been skinny dipping?&lt;/strong&gt; no ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spun yourself in circles to get dizzy on purpose?:&lt;/strong&gt; YEAH :D i still do that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laughed so hard it hurt?:&lt;/strong&gt; LOL yea, all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tripped on your own feet?:&lt;/strong&gt; yea :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cried yourself to sleep?:&lt;/strong&gt; i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cried in public?:&lt;/strong&gt; yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thrown up in public?:&lt;/strong&gt; LOL yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lied to your parents?:&lt;/strong&gt; yea.. &gt;&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7656522860080154643-8399013103480105175?l=janeymon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/feeds/8399013103480105175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/2009/08/had-chicken-pox-yeah-8-ever-gotten-scar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7656522860080154643/posts/default/8399013103480105175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7656522860080154643/posts/default/8399013103480105175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/2009/08/had-chicken-pox-yeah-8-ever-gotten-scar.html' title=''/><author><name>janeymon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667921834826759950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ayr-eTAZ5sc/SmLNfoCzuMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/H9vG7pYlnvI/S220/danbo%232.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7656522860080154643.post-4055674743679240723</id><published>2009-08-13T22:51:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T22:56:42.216+10:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST STARTED.</title><content type='html'>joined blogspot a month ago, but didnt get how to work it, so i never did anything. [:&lt;br /&gt;since i'm bored, i'll start tonight. not like i'll do this everyday or somethin, just when i feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahh so bored, dont feel like sleeping yet. got hw to do.. stuff it. i dont even know what the hell the Q means. just gona ask teacher tomo, hope she won't tell me off or anything, sif the rest of the group even did anything, except phoebe.&lt;br /&gt;well, today was boring, as usual..&lt;br /&gt;woke up, went through the same old, boring routine. went school, stood there bored for 20mins until more ppl started coming. then classes came, blahblahblah; nothing interesting. until science, we watched this movie on some unknown infectious disease. we were so into it that when nancy coughed, everyone turned around and was like O__O . :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sigh, so bored&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7656522860080154643-4055674743679240723?l=janeymon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/feeds/4055674743679240723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-started.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7656522860080154643/posts/default/4055674743679240723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7656522860080154643/posts/default/4055674743679240723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janeymon.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-started.html' title='JUST STARTED.'/><author><name>janeymon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667921834826759950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ayr-eTAZ5sc/SmLNfoCzuMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/H9vG7pYlnvI/S220/danbo%232.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
