<?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-8393146355590398501</id><updated>2011-08-02T17:32:51.352-07:00</updated><category term='you'/><category term='didn&apos;t'/><category term='tags'/><category term='tired'/><category term='could'/><category term='=D'/><category term='put'/><category term='i'/><category term='oh'/><category term='know'/><category term='Sleepy'/><title type='text'>Chulia's Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>187</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-678445941403608558</id><published>2009-06-20T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T19:46:40.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Update!</title><content type='html'>"I wanted to blog but I forgot about what" - from Belala's blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not lack of blogging material that keeps me away but more a surplus of it. I just can't be bothered to write about all of the fleeting instances in my life. I know they happened and that's enough for me!  However I feel so sorry everyone who's visiting my blog hoping for some sort of update that I'll do a very quick and short (erm short by my standards) post about the superficial gossip in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off they FINALLY called me in for my SMU interview. About time damn it! So this Tuesday I'll have to smile and chit chat polietly to some interviewer despite SMU no longer holding any sparkle for me. Thinking back I'm not sure it ever did... I was just excited about going to Univeristy and didn't really care where I went. Now though that the sparkle of starting a new chapter of my life has worn off ... well either way I still have to go to the interview. Parent's wishes must be fullfilled in order to get my way later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh decisions! I've never been and never will be good at making them. I over think and analyise the info given to me until every choice has some far fetched outcome that I find distressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was camp week! We could have done better on the organizing side but the kids had a great time and all of them want to come again. For me thats more than enough to make up for my sleep less nights and blistering headaches. OH and my sore throat! MCing little kids = hard on the vocal chords and tiering on the body. Special thanks to the BIC people who came to help out! I know non of you read my blog and I'll be emailing you all to thank you for a job well done. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks as well to all of the SBMers who came down to help out. The kids especially liked "Uncle Ernest" and "that tall guy" &lt;-- Kaiwen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww! I just got this email in my inbox. I'll censor his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi,Julia...n team.Thanks for take care of my son _______ this few days.He said had alots of fun with you guys.Hope next year can join again.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Warm regards,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;_________&lt;/div&gt;  parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy &lt;3  Ciao my few blog readers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-678445941403608558?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/678445941403608558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=678445941403608558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/678445941403608558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/678445941403608558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2009/06/mini-update.html' title='Mini Update!'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-7228143115286989120</id><published>2009-05-26T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:19:34.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slowly Sinking Ship</title><content type='html'>My blog is a slowly sinking ship :c Ok scratch the slowly ... my blog = submerged under water Poseidon style with passengers and crew on some levels already dead. And much like the movie Poseidon no ones really intresed knowing what happens to the remaining survivors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well! Time for What in the World Has Juu Been Doing! (if you have no intrested in my private life please exit this blog now following will be a lot of rambeling about a yet undecided topic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now CPR certified again. Woohoo! ... yeah. OH and first aid! Due to my fear of one day bleeding out of a major artery I found the class super uncomforable to take. D : They showed us all these images of  blood shooting out of random parts of the human body and I think the dude who was teaching us noticed how uncomfortable I was cause he kept looking at me with this " And that is why &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IM&lt;/span&gt; the doctor to be" any ways he must be sadistic because he lingered on the pictures with the grusomest images prolonging my suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case I wasnt uncomfortable enough during the  class, they gave us pamphlets to take home so we can "refresh our memories" .... the graphics in them = even more disturbing then what they gave us in class. Needless to say that pamplet is going to go somewhere I never ever accidentally open it again D :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray I never have to use my first aid/CPR skills because really judging from ^ that up there I hardly doubt I'll be of much assistance. No...the situation will probobly unfold like this ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On day, a young and innocent young woman by the name of Juulia was strolling  through the streets of Singapore. As she turns the corner she stops abruptly for in the distance she sees what appears to be a man sprawled out on the side walk! "SHIT" she thinks to herself and tries to run away but unfortunetly for Juulia and luckly (or unluckley depending on how this story turns out) for the man , she just isn't evil enough to leave him to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly remembering her training she kneels at the mans side and taps him on the shoulders 'Hello hello!' Upon hearing no response or seeing any signs of life the young girl calls out into the empty street "Help! Someone call 911 I mean 955? no thats not it.... that number...you know! the emergency number!" After taking care of the ABCs of CPR she blows to long breaths into the strangers mouth and traces her middle finger from along the man's.... ok i'm sorry but is it just me or is this sounding like I'm molesting this poor mans body? D :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways my point is that in the end id probobly foget to call for proper help and break the guys ribs resulting in his premature death. OR id be performing CPR on a dead person -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-7228143115286989120?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/7228143115286989120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=7228143115286989120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/7228143115286989120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/7228143115286989120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2009/05/slowly-sinking-ship.html' title='Slowly Sinking Ship'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-5001170736793593738</id><published>2009-05-06T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T19:28:49.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Feel Inspired to Blog</title><content type='html'>Today I got woken up by the buzz buzz of my phone telling me I had a text from Belala and Kw who were sleeping together (not in that way D :) They asked me if they could join me at my house making their two some a three some but :c sadly for them my answer was ... no. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bed = my sacred sanctuary ... my very small sacred sanctuary. D : I miss my big bed! My current twin sized temple of sleep is only just and just big enough for me, my pillows, and my stuffed animals. To many a night I have awoken to find my pillow on the floor ... my blanket tossed unceremoniously beside it. ;c That's not the way I want to live my life!! I want to sleep in a giant King sized castle of pillows blankets and sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas.. I think If i tried to fit a king sized bed into my bedroom...its all Id have space for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was going through all of the files on my computer deleting things I don't really need. That's...when I found it. A folder full of audio files. You maybe be thinking to yourself "Pray tell what kind of audio files were in this folder!?" Fear not my little blog reader! Cause even if you don't want to know...I'm going to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audio files...of me singing. -.- A lot of them. Obviously I had to listen to all of them. D : Turns out I have a fondness for strange songs and making weird noises....but really the ppl who know me well already know that. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-5001170736793593738?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/5001170736793593738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=5001170736793593738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/5001170736793593738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/5001170736793593738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-feel-inspired-to-blog.html' title='I Feel Inspired to Blog'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-8924539669552272270</id><published>2009-04-27T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T09:06:37.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Seduction</title><content type='html'>What else could I blog about  but the fine and delicate science that is... the Art of Seduction. Although many people assume I only have one tip when it comes to seducing men (aka wear low cut tops and show what nature gave you) in truth D : I am a treasure trove of information that has been collection over many many hours of googling and reading teenage girls magazines! So come my young pupils and learn from the master! ... who happens to be single D : ..... alone ...so alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this lesson on flirting is for the girls not the guys because D : you know... I dont have all that much experience flirting with girls.. that's just not the way I roll *starts singing I Kissed a Girl softly* ... AND I LIKE IT.... ok anyways moving on ... its all in the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SfXWrhDtkeI/AAAAAAAAAtY/IEuiXOM-6eI/s1600-h/224558_f260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SfXWrhDtkeI/AAAAAAAAAtY/IEuiXOM-6eI/s320/224558_f260.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329401777159508450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Item 1 -&lt;br /&gt;     When flirting with a guy lock your vision on your prey and catch their eyes. Look away and look back and smile! If your going for the whole "sex kitten" approach you might want to take this time to let him see you checking him out aka giving him the old up and down and then letting your smile become even wider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    D : Lets face it...most men are full of themselves and while us girls don't really enjoy getting checked out and smiled at in a creepy way... guys dooooo. If your worried you won't be able to master the seductive smile PRACTICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Just... make sure your in a private room because generally... if someone catches you smiling at yourself in the mirror they assume your either A. crazy or B. really full of yourself. D : I learned that the hard way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Item 2-&lt;br /&gt;  Now if your shy item 2 is going to be a bit hard for you because it calls for physical contact. If your on a date with a guy you like lean in a bit when he talks. Also lightly touch his arm if its on the table to emphasize something when your telling a story. D : DON'T MAKE IT LOOK FAKE! Try practicing with friends who you know won't mind a little innocent flirting.  Remember its the fine ART of seduction and just like any art form it takes practice. Try smiling some more while initiating any physical contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D : Thats all the flirting tips I'm going to give for now ... try mastering these too before moving onto more complex and seductive (wowo) flirting moves. Just remember that flirting should feel natural and you should try not to think about it to much. Over thinking is much much worse than simply being shy. D : at least being shy can seem cute and innocent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BONUS- OH OH! if your somewhere crowded you can try talking softly into your crush's ear. Obviously not so softly he can't hear lah but don't you know..shout -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OLj5zphusLw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OLj5zphusLw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-8924539669552272270?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/8924539669552272270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=8924539669552272270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/8924539669552272270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/8924539669552272270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2009/04/art-of-seduction.html' title='The Art of Seduction'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SfXWrhDtkeI/AAAAAAAAAtY/IEuiXOM-6eI/s72-c/224558_f260.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-6790966510365422372</id><published>2009-04-14T20:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:10:16.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilt Post</title><content type='html'>I have Bloggers Guilt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;:c But really my lack of interest in blogging springs from the fact that there isn't really anything interesting going on in my life. D :. In fact the most exciting thing to have happened to me recently might have b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;een finding out that my cat drinks out of the toilet when we aren't in the room -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JN3eEiD9xec/SeVMdajrgiI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rgfOcDOh49c/s1600-h/Photo1837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 351px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JN3eEiD9xec/SeVMdajrgiI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rgfOcDOh49c/s400/Photo1837.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324746202664370722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah...I am now sorta afraid to touch my kitten :c I mean she basically goes all the way into the toilet! D :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; In even more "exciting" news I am now bumda da duuuum! taking acting lessons! : D Which is fun cause I slapped a guy... of course maybe I found it fun because I didn't exactly ask him if I could slap him D : I just sorta walked up to him in the scene and erm hit him on the face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh oh! And I found my new favorite royal person. Prince Carl of Sweden! Who looks a whole bunch like Orlando Bloom. D : Like a whole bunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JN3eEiD9xec/SeVOBvwp-qI/AAAAAAAAAAw/AVdx3PNaIm4/s1600-h/prince-carl-philip-of-swede.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JN3eEiD9xec/SeVOBvwp-qI/AAAAAAAAAAw/AVdx3PNaIm4/s400/prince-carl-philip-of-swede.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324747926342859426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Prince Carl of Sweden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JN3eEiD9xec/SeVOBnU-xcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gaHM45U0PQI/s1600-h/orlando-bloom.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JN3eEiD9xec/SeVOBnU-xcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gaHM45U0PQI/s400/orlando-bloom.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324747924079297986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and Orlando Bloom... Prince Carl of Sweden's look-a-like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Seriously the two look a whole bunch alike. D : If they ever make a movie about Prince Carl they should really cast Orlando Bloom , his separated at birth twin, to play the part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hmm now lets see...what else can I share with everyone? There isn't much :c Instead I shall leave you with the opening part of my Uni Application cover letter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;"I still remember the day I told my parents I wanted to be a lawyer. I was twelve years old and informed them happily “I'm going to go to Harvard Law School!”. At the time my proclamation was partially driven by love for the 2001 film “Legally Blonde”, but as time passed I began to see exactly how influential law is and how it can shape politics, economics and society as a whole."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ohyeah! &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/8393146355590398501-6790966510365422372?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/6790966510365422372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=6790966510365422372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/6790966510365422372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/6790966510365422372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2009/04/guilt-post.html' title='Guilt Post'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JN3eEiD9xec/SeVMdajrgiI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rgfOcDOh49c/s72-c/Photo1837.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-8903185465610627686</id><published>2009-03-16T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:11:20.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/Sb8EWrkEILI/AAAAAAAAAtI/VRLBsn5hycU/s1600-h/snape.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/Sb8EWrkEILI/AAAAAAAAAtI/VRLBsn5hycU/s320/snape.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313970873018097842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHA! Bel this pic is posted especially for you, my number one (and only) blog reader! Now when ever you visit you can scroll down (granted I find time to post new posts) and see a shirt less Snape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I prefer the young Tom Riddle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/Sb8GiU8gIpI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/ec1QAsJUtt0/s1600-h/_1853742_riddle2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/Sb8GiU8gIpI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/ec1QAsJUtt0/s320/_1853742_riddle2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313973272128266898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh yes evil never looked so good! ... actually it did... I sorta like the guy who played the young Hannibal ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-8903185465610627686?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/8903185465610627686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=8903185465610627686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/8903185465610627686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/8903185465610627686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2009/03/aha-bel-this-pic-is-posted-especially.html' title=''/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/Sb8EWrkEILI/AAAAAAAAAtI/VRLBsn5hycU/s72-c/snape.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-5120709087998727260</id><published>2009-02-26T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T19:04:54.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen from C-Bear!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Did you have sex today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D : what do you think??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Have you ever smoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;d a cigar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ette?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope and i dont plan to -.- their cancer sticks and turn your teeth super yellow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Did the last perso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;n you made out with have pierc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ings or tatto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;os?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:c im sad to say no...guys with tattoos and piercings dont really seem attracted to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;What time did you wake up this morni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ng?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 -ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;What pair of shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; did you wear today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D : i havent gone out yet today..so no shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;How'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;s your day been?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh its only been an hour and 16 min since i woke up -.- so pretty good... pretty good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ever kisse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;d anyon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;e 30 or older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D : not unless someone lied about their age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;What are you liste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ning to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lovely sound my aircon makes : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Have you kisse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;d anyon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;e last week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm no :c *sadded*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;How late did you stay up last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later than i was suppose too :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Is this the best year of your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D : not by far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Have you ever cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; from being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; so mad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nooo -.- when im rage filled i tend to break things vs shedding tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Whats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; on your mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" :c i have crappy looking nails..." what? D: you asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Do you belie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ve in true love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to some extent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;In the past week have you felt sad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooooh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Do you prefe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;r warm or cold weath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;er?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm i like to have a little of each&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;How old do you think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; you will be when you final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ly have kids?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm older than 27?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Do you laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; at your own jokes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly yes :c usually im the only one who finds them funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Do you belie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ve every&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;one deser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ves a secon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;d chanc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;e?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not everyone...but most people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Do you hate when peopl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;e smoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; aroun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;d you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes D : im fine with people giving them selves cancer but id like to live past 40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;If you were in the hospi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;tal would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; your numbe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;r one come see you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:c number one?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Is anyon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;e in your top a virgi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;n?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH this is one of those myspce ones!! *goes to look* ohyeah i think 70 percent are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Are you curre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ntly readi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ng a book?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup im re-reading one of my many many books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Do you usual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ly tell peopl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;e when they hurt your feeli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ngs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it depends... usually i dont let see they've hurt me because im afraid of letting the other party "win"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Will you be in bed in the next 20 minut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;es?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noooope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Do you use the word "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;" daily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no -.- im more of a "hi" type of girl &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Is there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; someo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ne you wish you were still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D : some really good looking model like guy with a heart of gold and mind as sharp as a knife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;tly, if you could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; go back one month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; and chang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;e somet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;hing would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe..but its better to leave the past alone and not think about it to much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; were you at 2:00 this morni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ng?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Are their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; song lyric&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;s that are stuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; in your head?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes that wiggles song -.- toot toot chugga chugga big red car..we travel near and we travel faaaar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Do you have plans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mhm yup i doo want to hear them?? no? thats to bad :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;What can'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;t you wait for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day i ride a segway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;How much milk do you put in your cerea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;l bowl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depends on the amout of cereal in the bowl D : i dont like to have left over milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Have you ever dated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; someo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ne you didn'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;t like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really...but i almost did :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Have you ever been skinn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;y dippi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ng with the oppos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ite sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes -.- but when i was really little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Are you norma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;lly a happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; perso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;n?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm i think im a happy AND emo person i can be happy happy one minute and then BAM emo Juulia sets in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Do you miss anyon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;e?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss a lot of people &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Are you proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; of the perso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;n you'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ve becom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;e?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm i dont think "proud" is the right word D : but I'm comfortable in my own skin and becoming more so every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Have you ever told anyon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;e you'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;d be with them forev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;er?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no ... i might have joked about it but ive never said it seriously -.- why promise something you cant control?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Do you live close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; to the perso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;n you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes :c oh elevator dude! i know you live in one of the floors under me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Who was the first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; perso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;n you told about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; your first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; kiss with the last perso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;n you kisse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;d?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D : omb that was to long ago to remember *single for a long period of time*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Do you have a pictu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;re of you kissi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ng someo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ne?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm no -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;How long have you been at your curre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;nt job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i work very hard at being a slacker thank you D :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Have you ever gotte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;n bitte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;n or your hair pulle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;d while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; fooli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ng aroun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;d?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no comme&lt;wbr&gt;nt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Is there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; anyon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;e that you care more about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; than yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;elf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Have you ever been to NYC?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D : well... not new york city so to say...but the airport :c and an airport hotel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Is marri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;age in your futur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;e?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D : maybe... im only 18! :c who knows what my future holds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Are there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; any previ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ous relat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ionsh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ips you wish could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; have laste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;d longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;r?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Want to have kids befor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;e you’r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;e 30?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmm it depends on how many kids i want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Name somet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;hing you have to do tomor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;row?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F.A.T!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Are you satis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;fied with life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not always but i try to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Lette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;r that your name ends in:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Are you regis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;tered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; to vote?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;What state&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;s do you have a drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;r's licen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;se in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flori&lt;wbr&gt;da&lt;br /&gt;but i want one from finla&lt;wbr&gt;nd &lt;-- c's answer LOL finland ftw!! : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;What langu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;age did you take up in high schoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;l?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latin LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;What'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;s the brand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; of your compu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Do you brush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; your teeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; in the showe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;r?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: WHAT!? in the shower!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; you go a day witho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ut eatin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;g?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm maybe..but only if there was no food in sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Have you ever fell aslee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;p in someo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;nes arms?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mhm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;What are you doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; tonig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ht?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dancing :  D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; was the last place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; you slept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; than in your bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...the floor -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;What was your first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; thoug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ht when wakin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;g up in the morni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ng?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;":c i dont wana get up i dont wana!!....is that coffe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Is there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; a night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; you would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; like to put on repea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;t, and live it forev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;er?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no... i think if you repeated a moment over and over it would eventually becoming boring no matter how magical it was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Do you alway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;s answe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;r your texts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuuup sometimes i even anwer the star hub ones for fun -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;What'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;s the last song you liste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ned to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poker face- lady gaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Did you sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; in past noon today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm its 10:46 am right now...so no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Talke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;d to an ex latel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;y?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope -.- and i dont really want too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Did you do anyth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ing stupi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;d today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to paint my nails :c and then hit my hand on my desk...again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;If you could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; have somet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;hing right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; now, what would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anything?? D : a sports car .... or world peace....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Do you want someo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ne back in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm theres a few people who would be nice to have back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Last thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; you had to drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coffee of course -.- do you even have to ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Is anyth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ing annoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ing you right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the aircon is blowing straight into my face and drying my eyes out D :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;What is the last thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; you did befor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;e you went to bed last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;switched of my bedside lamp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Is this summe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;r gonna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; be a good one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:c ill probobly be forced to work....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Are you tryin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;g to avoid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; likin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;g/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;lovin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;g someb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ody?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm no D :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Does it take a lot to make you cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cry easily... -.- i just dont cry in front of people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Who is the last perso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;n you talke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;d on the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O erm some random dude who called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Do you miss your past?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.. i like myself better now than I did in the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Have you ever skipp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ed schoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;l cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; you didnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; feel good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.= omb you have no idea how many times... i used to be very well known for it back in the day. the principle knew me by name D : because i was sent to her office so they could check if i was actually sick or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; you ever date someo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ne who thoug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ht they knew EVERY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;THING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm... no -.- nobody knows everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Do you want to have kids?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure but not right now D :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Do you like your cell phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mhm theres nothing wrong with it but but :c iphooooneee *unattainable dream*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Do you like to wear sweat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm only at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;What do the major&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ity of peopl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;e in your life call you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juulia...that IS my name you know -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;How many pierc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ings/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; tatto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;os do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just my ears are pierced right now but D : I WANT A TATTOO!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Do you want anyon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;e?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;define want o_o are we talking "want to be friends" or "want to rip your clothes off"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Have you ever broke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;n someo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ne’s heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think ive broken anyones heart...just bruised a few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Which&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; TV show have you seen prett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;y much every&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; episo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;de of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm a few -.- Bones, Ugly Betty, Bewitched, Scrubs, ANTM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;What does your hair look like right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its long-ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Do you have someo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ne of the oppos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ite sex you can tell every&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuuuuup : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;When is your birth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 30th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;What are you liste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ning to right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...wasnt this question already asked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;What are you weari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ng on your feet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skin..and nailpolish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;How many times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; do you talk on the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; a day on avera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ge?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im more of a messanger/SMS type of girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Do you like your bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mhm i &lt;3 style="display: none;" gauntlet_tokenizer_reserved=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;What color&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; is your keybo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm gray with black letters...and some nail polish splotches here and there =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;How has this past week been for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;demanding in every way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Will this weeke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;nd be a good one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes and no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Have you ever worn the oppos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ite sex'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;s cloth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D : im wearing a guys shirt right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Do you love anyon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;e?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i doooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;First&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; girl to text you today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;c no ones texted me yet OMB A TEXT! *reads* its from bel : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Has anyon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;e gotte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;n on your nerve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;s latel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;y?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh&lt;wbr&gt;h yes.&lt;br /&gt; D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Are you texti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ng or IMing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; anyon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;e right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope im suppose to be working =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Has your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; ever been broke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;n?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep.&lt;wbr&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Who'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;s one perso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;n you miss a lot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't name just one D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;How often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; do you talk to your most recen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;t ex ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-5120709087998727260?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/5120709087998727260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=5120709087998727260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/5120709087998727260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/5120709087998727260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2009/02/stolen-from-c-bear.html' title='Stolen from C-Bear!'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-1562944019295951299</id><published>2009-02-22T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T01:37:40.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aurdey Hepburn make-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SaEcjxSr8kI/AAAAAAAAAtA/w9jiTCWxzDk/s1600-h/164353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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So lesson learned?? Be nice to people and you'll have something to blog about!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Iida and I were on our way home from Plaza Sing when low and behold I saw my first Indian man, Western Girl couple!!! I did a double take to make sure I'd really seen this very rare sight and yes...yes... I had. ( I tried to google for a picture and I couldn't find one -.- thats how rare it is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't  get me wrong I'm all for the inter racial couples its just not very often that the girl is the western one and the guy the Asian one.  And its very very rare to see a teenage girl with an Indian guy who has one of those mustaches I like to call the "caterpillar mustache". You know... just a little bit of some very very fuzzy stuff in a completely straight line. (Please if your reading my blog and you have one of those...shave it off. Right now..get up..and shave it off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho the couple reminded me and Iida of a conversation we'd had the week before about why you see so many western guy/asian girl couples than western girl/asian guy couples. Personally I think it boils down to two things. 1. personality and 2. height&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a rule western girls tend to be a little more...well you know, untraditional when it comes to how we act. I'm not saying we're skanky or anything (... ok sometimes we are :c ) I'm just saying that in our culture sexual equality is viewed differently then it is in Asian cultures.  Take the very very basic example of clearing a room of junk.  In Asia, the guys do all of the heavy work vs in the West where guys girls and who ever would be lifting the heavy stuff.  The men don't have to take care of the women. That means that us Western girls are a bit more independent. (Obviously there are exceptions to this but I'm just saying that in general it seems to be like this)&lt;br /&gt;Factor in the fact that Asian men tend to be a bit more boyish vs manly and its easier to see why the personalities might not mix and match so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously this doesn't really apply to Asian girl/western guy couples.  In fact many western men prefer Asian girls exactly for the reasons that Asian guys don't really mesh with us.  Men tend to want a gf they can look after and yada yada and thats sorta hard to do when your girl friend keeps insisting she doesnt want/need to be lorded over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second thing is height. I'm not gonna lie... I'm 99 percent sure I would never date a guy shorter than me and that most girls would agree. Sadly for us Western girls..we're just taller! Take a look at these average heights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Singapore-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;   Men -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" id="sortable_table_id_0" class="wikitable sortable"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;   170.6 cm (5' 7.2")  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The average Singaporean man is about the same height as I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;  Women-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;   160 cm (5' 3")&lt;/span&gt; And the average Singaporean girl is at least 7.62 cm shorter than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Malaysia-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;   Men-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  164.7 cm (5' 4.8")&lt;/span&gt; The average Malaysian man is waaaay shorter than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;   Woman -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;   153.3 cm (5' 0.4")&lt;/span&gt; And if I stand next to a Malay woman... I'll look like a giant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;U.S (White Americans) -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;   Men-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;   178.9 cm (5' 10.4")&lt;/span&gt; &lt;---a good 7.62 cm taller than the average Singaporean man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;   Women-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;    164.8 cm (5' 4.9")&lt;/span&gt; &lt;-- sadly I have yet to meet a Western girl in Singapore whos this short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height just isn't in either the western girls or Asian guys favor.  It is however working very nicely for the average Asian girl who comes across as very small and cute and the western man who comes across as strong and manly. =.= Basically... they complement each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I saw a Bangala construction worker wearing the green SBM camp t-shirt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-8845795811352870988?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/8845795811352870988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=8845795811352870988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/8845795811352870988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/8845795811352870988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-had-nothing-to-blog-about-but-then.html' title='I had nothing to blog about but then...'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-5898327228647689937</id><published>2009-02-08T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T20:37:35.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elevator Dude, Swave boards, and Movies</title><content type='html'>*sigh* I'm hung up... on a guy :c A freakin awesome and good looking guy I saw in the lift! Hohohoho!! Ok not really D : but I was shocked to learn someone who looked like a male model lived in my building especially because I saw another equality good lookin guy in the lobby only a few days before. My condo = hot guy heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly everytime I run into one my hair is up in some weird make shift pony tail I'm wearing the worlds most un flattering peasent wear and my face probobly HAS make-up but -.- only because the night before I was to lazy to take it off. Why why why!? Not that Id have a chance with them any ways :c They're Gods (or as they would say in Agnus, Thongs, and Perfect Snogging... Sex Gods)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I'm done talking about my unattainable crush :c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-5898327228647689937?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/5898327228647689937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=5898327228647689937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/5898327228647689937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/5898327228647689937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2009/02/elevator-dude-swave-boards-and-movies.html' title='Elevator Dude, Swave boards, and Movies'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-8460516525304365398</id><published>2009-02-05T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:51:25.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooooore</title><content type='html'>OOOwch! I'm sore sore sore all over today! I swear my yoga/pilates/something else teacher is really going to either 1. make me bed ridden or 2. tone me up. My arms hurt my abs hurt (yes i do have SOME abs thank you very much -.- ) and my legs hurt. Not to mention in class we did a lot of stretches I'm pretty sure I'm not physically fit enough to handle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news its officially Love Your Kitten Day! Which is why my kitten .. ok my cat since he's already 2 years old .. and I took some photos together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SYueDsyfAoI/AAAAAAAAArg/5Hw-z5uvOB4/s1600-h/DSC01448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SYueDsyfAoI/AAAAAAAAArg/5Hw-z5uvOB4/s320/DSC01448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299503172931224194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SYueD7AUbRI/AAAAAAAAAro/PWL8JIEG5Xs/s1600-h/DSC01449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SYueD7AUbRI/AAAAAAAAAro/PWL8JIEG5Xs/s320/DSC01449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299503176747347218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SYueEMZh3BI/AAAAAAAAArw/t1yGlZa98fA/s1600-h/DSC01455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SYueEMZh3BI/AAAAAAAAArw/t1yGlZa98fA/s320/DSC01455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299503181416487954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Awww Krrish... I remember when you were just a little kitten and my daddy found you walking on the parking lot of Mustafa's and brought you home even though he always said we couldn't have a cat. You charmed your way into his heart, and then mine.... with a few bites along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now back to serious business.... Disney Princesses on Ice!! I think its actually called "Princess Wishes" or something but... who cares! Its Disney its on ice AND it has princesses! OMB theres a &lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/princess/princess.html"&gt;Disney Princess Website&lt;/a&gt;! .... omb Aurora is....so annoying!!! D : D : D : I think my favorite Disney story might actually be "Beauty and the Beast" Why? Because in the others it always feels a little like the girls are trying hard to just snag a husband for themselves =.= ... Ok I like "Little Mermaid" too. Ok ... I think I've watched a lot of animated Disney movies... lets make a list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Lion King&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alladin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beauty and the Beast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Little Mermaid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finding Nemo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Robin Hood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Toy Story&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleeping Beauty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spirited Away&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Fox and the Hound&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cinderella&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Peter Pan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Monsters Inc&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ratatoullie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lady and the Tramp&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mulan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The ArisoCats&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Jungle Book&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;THe Incredibles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alice in Wonderland&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;101 Dalmations&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Basil- The Great Mouse Detective&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Toy Story 2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Sword in the Stone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cars&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Howel's moving castle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pinocchio&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tarzan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oliver and Company&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hercules&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Goofy Movie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Hunchback of Notre Dame&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dumbo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pochontas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Rescuers Down Under&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Bugs Life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lilo and Stitch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lion King II&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lion King 1 and 1/2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brother Bear&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tinkerbell&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Three Musketeers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Atlantis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Atlantis 2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dinosour&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Black Cauldren&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Micky's Twice Upon a Christmas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mulan II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cinderella II&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Emperors New Groove&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Littler Mermaid II&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Return to Neverland&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Little Mermaid III&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lilo and Stitch II&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Poohs Heffalump movie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pocahantos II&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;OMB THIS LIST IS TO LONG!! D : I'm going to stop...just know that there are at least idk 30 more Disney animated movies I've watched -.- I need help..serious help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-8460516525304365398?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/8460516525304365398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=8460516525304365398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/8460516525304365398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/8460516525304365398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2009/02/sooooore.html' title='Sooooore'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SYueDsyfAoI/AAAAAAAAArg/5Hw-z5uvOB4/s72-c/DSC01448.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-6161285739597883498</id><published>2009-01-30T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T08:06:55.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My busy busy week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Fa la la la laaaaa! I just got back from the concert I was invited to sing at by my old vocal coach. =.= I thought the whole engagement would be a "get in get out" sorta operation but in the end... the practice ate up my whole week!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;There was practice on Wed from 8 to 10.30 (but technically =.= I only got to practice for 10 min and just sat around the rest of the time) Dress rehearsals on Thursday from 6 to 10.30 ( and again  =.= I just sat around until I was needed) and then a full run through on Friday (today) before the show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;It was really fun stuff : D We got to sing with a live band!! Yayz!! There was even a really good saxophone player hoho! :c The bad news is that I got a headache from standing under the bright lights and it won't freakin' leave me alone!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Love letters! I'm addicted to them D : Idk if I should thank Bels mom for giving me so many... or wish she hadn't :c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;OH this is my Marylin Monroe inspired make-up look. My face looked to BLAH to post but but D: I'm really happy with how the eye make-up looks. Yes -.- That is a mole on my eye... stupid thing. I wanted to have it removed but :c the doc says it would cost like 1k. WHAT THE HECK!? D : (PS this pic is from ages ago)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SYMgdAHqBeI/AAAAAAAAAqg/CxAntrx7YbA/s1600-h/DSC01054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 135px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SYMgdAHqBeI/AAAAAAAAAqg/CxAntrx7YbA/s320/DSC01054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297113269338244578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;OH and here's one from when I saw a youtube video on how to dress up like a guy for halloween. Obviously I had to try it out and I must say... I'd make a very good gay hair dresser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SYMikrSqOBI/AAAAAAAAAqo/rOqXbRxnGF4/s1600-h/192640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SYMikrSqOBI/AAAAAAAAAqo/rOqXbRxnGF4/s320/192640.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297115600209459218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ohyeah! I was trying to strike a manly pose but I just look weird :c Quite a bit like a man though LOL Mission accomplished!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;and some random pics from when me and Iida decided to have a photoshoot LOL right after I dyed my hair  dark now :c the dye is washing out. It only took a few weeks for the color to turn blonde again! Why oh why!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SYMkt5d-SZI/AAAAAAAAAq4/fi5K16O3Utk/s1600-h/160329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SYMkt5d-SZI/AAAAAAAAAq4/fi5K16O3Utk/s320/160329.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297117957657086354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SYMkuhNfF4I/AAAAAAAAArY/fdC7E5266Xw/s1600-h/161930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SYMkuhNfF4I/AAAAAAAAArY/fdC7E5266Xw/s320/161930.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297117968325351298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SYMkuS0ezuI/AAAAAAAAArI/xpxESJVf-lA/s1600-h/160445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SYMkuS0ezuI/AAAAAAAAArI/xpxESJVf-lA/s320/160445.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297117964462378722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And then I decided to be a rock star! ohyeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SYMkuIoRHTI/AAAAAAAAArA/BceY12l-OQw/s1600-h/161941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SYMkuIoRHTI/AAAAAAAAArA/BceY12l-OQw/s320/161941.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297117961726795058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao! - Juulia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-6161285739597883498?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/6161285739597883498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=6161285739597883498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/6161285739597883498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/6161285739597883498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-busy-busy-week.html' title='My busy busy week.'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SYMgdAHqBeI/AAAAAAAAAqg/CxAntrx7YbA/s72-c/DSC01054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-4118843985117619808</id><published>2009-01-28T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T19:02:16.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva La Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dvgZkm1xWPE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dvgZkm1xWPE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song with the burning passion of a million suns. I don't even know why... its sorta hard to make out what their singing about. =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-4118843985117619808?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/4118843985117619808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=4118843985117619808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/4118843985117619808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/4118843985117619808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2009/01/viva-la-vida.html' title='Viva La Vida'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-2479579591639174022</id><published>2009-01-23T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T20:17:38.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Time!</title><content type='html'>Ok my video camera was being a ...well it wasn't working properly D : So the v-blog I had planned for today has to be postponed. Instead I'm going to write out the steps for you guys! As well as include the finished product pics. : D Oh and a list of what I used. I'm not going to include the names of the products just pictures of them so that you can match the colors. *Please excuse my funny facial expressions in these pics. I didn't realize some of them were wonky until I started to upload) OH as far as time taken for this this look is concerned it was about 10 minutes : D Including everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXnWeI702lI/AAAAAAAAAhI/vIq6bh9xQHM/s1600-h/173222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXnWeI702lI/AAAAAAAAAhI/vIq6bh9xQHM/s320/173222.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294498650233559634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXnWGN78PgI/AAAAAAAAAhA/WFMbcr98phI/s1600-h/173205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXnWGN78PgI/AAAAAAAAAhA/WFMbcr98phI/s320/173205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294498239259360770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXnWF3aTZwI/AAAAAAAAAg4/9X_VlC5SgLk/s1600-h/173150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXnWF3aTZwI/AAAAAAAAAg4/9X_VlC5SgLk/s320/173150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294498233212692226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXnWFxg7mnI/AAAAAAAAAgw/nFjp5GrKAw8/s1600-h/173142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXnWFxg7mnI/AAAAAAAAAgw/nFjp5GrKAw8/s320/173142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294498231629879922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXnWF5pXdpI/AAAAAAAAAgo/IhxTrrlUaXo/s1600-h/173137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXnWF5pXdpI/AAAAAAAAAgo/IhxTrrlUaXo/s320/173137.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294498233812743826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1 : Apply your base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two main reasons you want to apply some sort of base on your eyes before applying your make-up. First, the base helps correct any discoloration on your eye lids and secondly they make-up will stay on longer. Being super cheap... I decided to give this base I found at Daiso yesterday a try. D : If your skin breaks out easily or is super sensitive I really wouldn't suggest using such cheap-o products. Either spend your money on a good base OR just  apply a little bit of foundation. : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXngNNH_bEI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/SVkRj0otJEk/s1600-h/163057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXngNNH_bEI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/SVkRj0otJEk/s320/163057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294509354416827458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXngNBtwuBI/AAAAAAAAAhY/FAWbiAHbV3M/s1600-h/163120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXngNBtwuBI/AAAAAAAAAhY/FAWbiAHbV3M/s320/163120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294509351354021906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXngNEsZADI/AAAAAAAAAhg/36hynmaNhFM/s1600-h/163129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXngNEsZADI/AAAAAAAAAhg/36hynmaNhFM/s320/163129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294509352153579570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2 :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you've got your base on there its time to apply your base color. For this look I used my Maybelline "cool effect shadow/eyeliner" in cool bean. I haven't seen this in stores for a while, so you can try using either a similar GOLD colored eye shadow or thick eye liner. Apply it on your entire lid as well as line the bottom part of your eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXnh8WTsMRI/AAAAAAAAAho/U8rI83WcHB8/s1600-h/164019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXnh8WTsMRI/AAAAAAAAAho/U8rI83WcHB8/s320/164019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294511263847297298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXnh843xniI/AAAAAAAAAhw/dDvoTMPPFDU/s1600-h/164200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXnh843xniI/AAAAAAAAAhw/dDvoTMPPFDU/s320/164200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294511273125453346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what you'll need is a Copper colored eye shadow. Mine has sorta lost its case from being dropped a few to many times. But the pic should give you a pretty good idea of the sort of color we're looking for. Using a brush apply it in a line down the center of your eye. the line should be about the width of your pinky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXnjMiWISvI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Ym1DIi2VuLM/s1600-h/164305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXnjMiWISvI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Ym1DIi2VuLM/s320/164305.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294512641468287730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXnjM0aSwaI/AAAAAAAAAiA/D9JVM6hi0IA/s1600-h/164344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXnjM0aSwaI/AAAAAAAAAiA/D9JVM6hi0IA/s320/164344.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294512646317588898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXnjNHF9pvI/AAAAAAAAAiI/t7UAlAm5V-0/s1600-h/164437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXnjNHF9pvI/AAAAAAAAAiI/t7UAlAm5V-0/s320/164437.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294512651332593394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Step 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok the next step is to find yourself a rounded brush (I'm holding it up to my face because D : well it was the lightest thing around and I wanted you guys to see the brush) I &lt;3 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXnjNVS5lOI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/gfTN-UhgqT0/s1600-h/164507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXnjNVS5lOI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/gfTN-UhgqT0/s320/164507.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294512655144948962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXnjNnveqUI/AAAAAAAAAiY/Hq0GMyVZqMU/s1600-h/164538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXnjNnveqUI/AAAAAAAAAiY/Hq0GMyVZqMU/s320/164538.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294512660096657730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXnmE6YpOCI/AAAAAAAAAig/ijUElLmBZ1E/s1600-h/164602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXnmE6YpOCI/AAAAAAAAAig/ijUElLmBZ1E/s320/164602.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294515809017215010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXnmFJhEa7I/AAAAAAAAAio/0oyY37eBWco/s1600-h/164656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXnmFJhEa7I/AAAAAAAAAio/0oyY37eBWco/s320/164656.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294515813079083954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok a little  side note.. I always get fall out (You know...that eye shadow that falls under your eye when you apply the eye shadow on your lid. And its always a dark color D : ) Any who just use a wet wipe to clean if up! : D Problem solved! or a little bit of make-up remover if your concealer isnt on yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXnmFtG2dLI/AAAAAAAAAi4/U9Ju9OCMe80/s1600-h/164904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXnmFtG2dLI/AAAAAAAAAi4/U9Ju9OCMe80/s320/164904.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294515822632793266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 5:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! It's time to apply the BLACK colored eye shadow. We're still using the same brush we used to apply the gray and you don't need to clean if off . Just dip that sucker into the black!  Then apply to the crease of the eye going about half way. . (PS I sorta have a gummie bear in my mouth D : which is why I'm making those wierd faces) Sorry about the color contrast D : the lighting (aka the sun) was not working with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXnmF-NeTAI/AAAAAAAAAjA/XO-P58C4wIM/s1600-h/165049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXnmF-NeTAI/AAAAAAAAAjA/XO-P58C4wIM/s320/165049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294515827223972866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqKiYKQfUI/AAAAAAAAAjI/trBjqI4dN9s/s1600-h/165111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqKiYKQfUI/AAAAAAAAAjI/trBjqI4dN9s/s320/165111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294696635133099330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqKiaaQfCI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/wgmGmyqWRag/s1600-h/165135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqKiaaQfCI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/wgmGmyqWRag/s320/165135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294696635737078818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqKiomSftI/AAAAAAAAAjY/27XFc9mb6yc/s1600-h/165230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqKiomSftI/AAAAAAAAAjY/27XFc9mb6yc/s320/165230.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294696639545638610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Step 6:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blend blend blend!! Your going to need a clean brush similar to the round brush we just used but a bit less dense. The one I'm using is on he left hand side and I'm holding it up to the round brush from before for comparison. When your blending think of trying to mix the gray and black into each other along where they meet as well as the gray and black into the copper color. DONT blend out into your eye brow! There shouldnt be much diff between what your eye looked like before and after but the black should look a bit less intense and more blended into the other colors.  * still the same gummi bear in my mouth*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqLQtUr4QI/AAAAAAAAAjg/jaSSV-C7RwY/s1600-h/165333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqLQtUr4QI/AAAAAAAAAjg/jaSSV-C7RwY/s320/165333.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294697431087964418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqLRuueu_I/AAAAAAAAAjw/JpeaVCAw8vU/s1600-h/165449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqLRuueu_I/AAAAAAAAAjw/JpeaVCAw8vU/s320/165449.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294697448644459506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 7:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apply some brown to the outer V. BLEND with the soft brush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqMpLMq1tI/AAAAAAAAAj4/78ytDojYOBs/s1600-h/165511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqMpLMq1tI/AAAAAAAAAj4/78ytDojYOBs/s320/165511.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294698950935893714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     And then apply just a little of a purple color to the crease over the black. Don't add to much! It's not suppose to look too purple. The color I'm using is a bit of a mix between a brown and some purple sparkles. If you have a shimmery purple you could just mix in a liiitle bit of brown to get a color thats pretty close. Again BLEND with the soft brush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqMpmpgAjI/AAAAAAAAAkA/9WlO-bjmo2M/s1600-h/165626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqMpmpgAjI/AAAAAAAAAkA/9WlO-bjmo2M/s320/165626.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294698958304576050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Step 8 :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apply a lot of white just under your eye brow. The reason we want to apply more than we actually want on there is because we're going to blend the brown high light into the black. It'll look scary but don't worry! I promise it'll work out. Remember to place your brush at the highest point of your eye brow first so you get the most color there and then apply it to the the other parts along your eye brow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqMp3SXuuI/AAAAAAAAAkI/O6SqRwA-c-4/s1600-h/165745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqMp3SXuuI/AAAAAAAAAkI/O6SqRwA-c-4/s320/165745.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294698962770967266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqMqOqobkI/AAAAAAAAAkY/bws4QafBzaw/s1600-h/165946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqMqOqobkI/AAAAAAAAAkY/bws4QafBzaw/s320/165946.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294698969046740546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went and blended even a bit more after that pic was taken. =.= Blend blend blend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 9:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a small liner brush. Again this isn't a real make-up brush its a cheap paintbrush. It's flat with a square top. Wet it on a wet wipe OR run to a sink or a glass of water and make it really wet. Then dip it into your black and line your eye. Line the bottom of your eye as well going about half way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqOnT4ytBI/AAAAAAAAAkg/8BBtep8hqIc/s1600-h/170010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqOnT4ytBI/AAAAAAAAAkg/8BBtep8hqIc/s320/170010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294701117931959314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqOoqRy4GI/AAAAAAAAAko/UYEf1K9tPJM/s1600-h/170046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqOoqRy4GI/AAAAAAAAAko/UYEf1K9tPJM/s320/170046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294701141122277474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqOpErBI6I/AAAAAAAAAkw/pTBIKPRGiD0/s1600-h/170237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqOpErBI6I/AAAAAAAAAkw/pTBIKPRGiD0/s320/170237.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294701148207391650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Step 9:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smudge the line out a bit. You can use either your finger, one of your brushes with a little bit of brown color on it, or a Q-tip! Don't forget to smudge the bottom lash line as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqOpfsJ4ZI/AAAAAAAAAlA/dXYuyfpx1s0/s1600-h/170352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqOpfsJ4ZI/AAAAAAAAAlA/dXYuyfpx1s0/s320/170352.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294701155459916178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Step 9:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really think every girl should have a white eyeliner! So if you have one pull it out! If you don't you can use white eye shadow for this part but really :c go out and buy one girl. ( or guy) Warm it up on the back of your hand. And then apply to the inner most corner of your eye and drag it into your lid as well making that part of your lid much lighter. I upped the contrast in the last pic so you can see the white better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqQKmShl5I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/XAR0jT14K2Y/s1600-h/170429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqQKmShl5I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/XAR0jT14K2Y/s320/170429.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294702823678777234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqQK-Zu6JI/AAAAAAAAAlY/T2Fvt3NjTIU/s1600-h/170448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqQK-Zu6JI/AAAAAAAAAlY/T2Fvt3NjTIU/s320/170448.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294702830151461010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqQLd6g6dI/AAAAAAAAAlg/I8WdrrAslUg/s1600-h/170607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqQLd6g6dI/AAAAAAAAAlg/I8WdrrAslUg/s320/170607.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294702838610454994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 10 :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLEND BLEND BLEND. Blend the white out into the other colors. but not to much you still want that outer corner to be dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 11:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use a wet wipe or a bit of make-up remover and carefully wipe away any fall out you might have on your cheeks then apply some concealer. For someone like me who has very thin skin ... concealer is a must. If you don't have dark under eye circles you can skip this step if you want. Apply under the eyes and then using the ring finger tap tap tap until all of the concealer is blended in. Tap down wards a towards your cheeks so that the color blends best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqQLaQDUHI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jjFNWh6tAZg/s1600-h/170832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqQLaQDUHI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jjFNWh6tAZg/s320/170832.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294702837627048050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Step 12:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mascara! My favorite make-up product. I never leave the house without some on. Ok so I like to wipe the tip of my mascara brush on a piece of paper because it always gets that big glob of mascara on the end which I ened up getting on my nose. =.= The reason I applied my concealer first is because I personally find it easier to apply concealer when I don't have to worry about getting any on my lashes. Remember to wiggle your brush a bit as you bring it up to get the mascara on smoother. Also start all the way from the base of your lashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqSGRGRpnI/AAAAAAAAAlw/J58lK3kXKng/s1600-h/171027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqSGRGRpnI/AAAAAAAAAlw/J58lK3kXKng/s320/171027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294704948294035058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqSGnBDHyI/AAAAAAAAAl4/1-gorhoGdXw/s1600-h/171035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqSGnBDHyI/AAAAAAAAAl4/1-gorhoGdXw/s320/171035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294704954177691426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 13:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mixed some of my foundation with some moisturizer on the back of my hands then warmed it up between my palms and applied it just with my hands onto my face. I have a lot of freckles and so forth and I don't really like to hide them to much because it ends up looking sorta freaky. The point is to just even out skin tone. If you want to do a different sort of foundation feel free :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqSG--RRxI/AAAAAAAAAmA/825HJ_mYWtg/s1600-h/171148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqSG--RRxI/AAAAAAAAAmA/825HJ_mYWtg/s320/171148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294704960608487186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqSG5bb08I/AAAAAAAAAmI/D2FDV0Roivo/s1600-h/171232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqSG5bb08I/AAAAAAAAAmI/D2FDV0Roivo/s320/171232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294704959120200642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqSHH6MFqI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/53cIJfn1tNw/s1600-h/171239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqSHH6MFqI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/53cIJfn1tNw/s320/171239.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294704963007288994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqTueyq9GI/AAAAAAAAAmY/SeTnUANHjKE/s1600-h/171247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqTueyq9GI/AAAAAAAAAmY/SeTnUANHjKE/s320/171247.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294706738676298850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqTuW78_PI/AAAAAAAAAmg/a8rMIMRvPmY/s1600-h/171253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqTuW78_PI/AAAAAAAAAmg/a8rMIMRvPmY/s320/171253.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294706736567745778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then set it with some powder:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqTua9dwrI/AAAAAAAAAmo/Zddn3gfgBJI/s1600-h/171451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqTua9dwrI/AAAAAAAAAmo/Zddn3gfgBJI/s320/171451.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294706737647829682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Step 14:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apply a bit of bronzer under your cheek bone. If you don't know where it is make a fish face (where you suck your cheeks in) and feel with your fingers until you find it. Then just apply directly under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqTuZWlSGI/AAAAAAAAAmw/mnEfB2OqwBw/s1600-h/171541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqTuZWlSGI/AAAAAAAAAmw/mnEfB2OqwBw/s320/171541.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294706737216309346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqTuramEEI/AAAAAAAAAm4/HG-iev3Gx6o/s1600-h/171603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqTuramEEI/AAAAAAAAAm4/HG-iev3Gx6o/s320/171603.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294706742064975938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you get to much on don't worry! Just get a tissue and with circular motions buff some off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 15:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apply a bit of colored chap stick and your done! Strike a pose for the camera : D Not the same pose as my though D : I wanted to look down so you'd see the eye make-up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqV25AKr5I/AAAAAAAAAnE/uSm1QuRb1lo/s1600-h/172008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqV25AKr5I/AAAAAAAAAnE/uSm1QuRb1lo/s320/172008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294709082174435218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqV3MHkXPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/xKIEQorixQU/s1600-h/172013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqV3MHkXPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/xKIEQorixQU/s320/172013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294709087305751794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqV3pmuZWI/AAAAAAAAAnU/zVmfZ5gSoZg/s1600-h/172019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXqV3pmuZWI/AAAAAAAAAnU/zVmfZ5gSoZg/s320/172019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294709095221060962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Weee! My post is finally done! Next time : D I'll do a bright light and pink eye make-up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-2479579591639174022?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/2479579591639174022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=2479579591639174022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/2479579591639174022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/2479579591639174022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2009/01/party-time.html' title='Party Time!'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXnWeI702lI/AAAAAAAAAhI/vIq6bh9xQHM/s72-c/173222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-830366656158185119</id><published>2009-01-20T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T20:20:01.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion Edition!</title><content type='html'>Now... I might not strike people as the holder of a zillion and two fashion tips and tricks but the truth is D : I spend waaay to much time on youtube and fashion blogs to not know at least something. My passion? Eye make-up! I &lt;3 applying it, wearing it, looking at pictures/videos of it. Sadly :c I lack the funds to purchase all of the brushes and eye shadows that really work well and stay on your eye all day. (i.e - M.A.C ) No... I'm a Maybelline and no brander type of girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same goes with clothes. I LOVE clothes but D : my parents only want me to spend my allowance on things I need so I have to use my own money on clothes...and I hardly ever work =.=. So whats the trick to looking good on a budget?? Read on!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the important thing to remember about eye make-up is that to get good at applying it...you have to practice. That means that if you have very little experience do not repeat DO NOT wait until 20 min before you have to leave for your big even before starting. Chances are you'll mess up and end up having to remove everything and go out to your big event with no make-up what so ever on your face. :c Believe me ... it can be enough to set you in a bad mood and ruin the evening, so set aside enough time or practice on days your not going out anywhere  special.   To inspire you to wear make-up I've got some pics for you all!  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXaL-IxJ4OI/AAAAAAAAAaY/xdAplW1wQBM/s1600-h/auglybabes1777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXaL-IxJ4OI/AAAAAAAAAaY/xdAplW1wQBM/s320/auglybabes1777.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293572311642398946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXaL99ljSQI/AAAAAAAAAaI/RjKZrG-VpaY/s1600-h/4y6axpl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 295px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXaL99ljSQI/AAAAAAAAAaI/RjKZrG-VpaY/s320/4y6axpl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293572308640942338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXaL97nxcAI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/N9278FZ4V98/s1600-h/AAAAAi1po1sAAAAAAP7nfg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 257px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXaL97nxcAI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/N9278FZ4V98/s320/AAAAAi1po1sAAAAAAP7nfg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293572308113387522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And an Asian girl for my Asian readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXaNYn_pVnI/AAAAAAAAAag/eGEdM73Bzz0/s1600-h/withwitout+makeups.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXaNYn_pVnI/AAAAAAAAAag/eGEdM73Bzz0/s320/withwitout+makeups.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293573866212906610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;None of these girls are ugly with-out make up! I'm not saying that. My point is merely that their made-up versions are what popular culture and we through popular culture assume to be more attractive. Is it right? Technically yes because its hard wired into our brains ( or I should say guys brains) but is it fair to the millions of girls out there who just don't look like that? Nope not really. Big eyes, soft voice, good hip to waist to bust ration... these are all things that have been scientifically proven to attract guys on first impression. So can you blame a girl for wanting to ehem fake it if she doesn't have it naturally? Theres a reason why make-up of different sorts has popped up in almost all cultures over the span of human existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now onto the interesting part ... the make-up itself!! If your like me... your not willing to spend a lot of money on fixing your face :c or a lot of time for that matter.  You want to get in and get out!  I'm going to go through the products one by one and show you what my cheap cheap make-up favorites are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Skin Type-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Before you start applying foundation you need to know the type of skin type you are! Figure out your skin, accept it and apply the correct foundation! There are 4 types of skin types that you can fall under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dry Skin-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Usually people with dry skin are...well older. (Thats why older woman have all those night creams, day creams, in between dreams) Now the good thing about dry skin is that it usually doesn't break out... because there's no oil on your skin to clog your pours. The mad thing? :c Foundation can end up looking really quite bad if you don't pick the right one. What is the right one? : D A moisturizing foundation! Not all foundations will SAY if they're moisturizing so you might have to ask for help from a make-up counter to get the right one ( for good foundation you really should invest  a bit :c) Try to go for either a tinted moisturizer, liquid foundation, or a mousse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal Skin -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Normal skin isn't too oily or too dry and you usually only get a few outbreaks here and there. It's really the most easy to work with skin because it tends to be even and not have dry patches in some areas and oily in others. Basically with normal skin you can use liquid foundations, tinted foundations, mousses, creams, and cream to powders. Basically and foundation you get your hands on will work on your skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oily Skin -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Now if you have oily skin your probobly already fighting a constant battle against break-outs and looking shiny. If you have oily skin you really really really need to find the right foundation! And you need to apply it on your face and let it sit for a little while and re-check the color in relation to the rest of your body. Oily skin can actually darken foundation so you need to go through a bit of trial and error before you find one that either 1. wont change color or 2. changes color to your natural skin shade. Look for oil-free foundations in cream to power, or powder form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combination Skin-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    If you have combination skin ,you have some oily spots and some dry spots. D : Depending on if your skin is more oily or more dry... you might want to go with the foundation types i suggested for those (and remember the oily skin thing -.- you don't want to be darker in some parts of your face) or you can try applying a moisturizer to the dry spots before applying a water-based liquid foundation to your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foundation - (remember to wash, tone, and moisturizer your skin first!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now unless you have really bad skin... you really don't need to wear foundation on a regular basis. Reserve it for special occasions only! Singapore is a freakin' hot place D : and unless you have the amazing ability to not sweat at all... just skip the foundation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If however you want to wear foundation (Or there that special occasion is said its ok to wear foundation too) we'll go over just a few types of foundations (Side Note- D : this is going to be a really long post.....I think ill have to cut it into smaller bigs and pieces)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm not going to go over the "2-way cake" foundation. Personally I'm not a big fan of it AT ALL because it tends to either 1. make you look like you have a powder mask on or 2. makes you skin too perfect looking aka dead. The trick to good make-up is to make it look as though you don't have anything on your skin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two personal favorite foundations types are liquid foundation and tinted moisturizer.  (Iida told me to mention that I'm sorry the picture of the foundation looks like poop.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXaRKphreQI/AAAAAAAAAaw/UnpyrSBz0yE/s1600-h/298x232_LB_face_5_steps_ST.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 175px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXaRKphreQI/AAAAAAAAAaw/UnpyrSBz0yE/s320/298x232_LB_face_5_steps_ST.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293578024152430850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Liquid foundation is easy to apply with anything from brushes to sponges to even your hands (just make sure to wash your hands with soap before and after). Same goes for tinted moisturizers. Really the only difference between the two is that liquid foundation gives you much more coverage so its better for an evening out while a tinted moisturizer is better for day time use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you don't want to spend money on getting two different types of foundations, you can easily make your own tinted moisturizer by putting a little bit of liquid foundation on the back of your hand and mixing it with your moisturizer.  Applying to your face and set with powder (always set your foundation with translucent powder! It'll make it last longer.) and your set to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time ... We'll talk eyes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-830366656158185119?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/830366656158185119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=830366656158185119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/830366656158185119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/830366656158185119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2009/01/fashion-edition.html' title='Fashion Edition!'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SXaL-IxJ4OI/AAAAAAAAAaY/xdAplW1wQBM/s72-c/auglybabes1777.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-3116837597981743059</id><published>2009-01-14T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T18:19:59.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh!</title><content type='html'>=.= I hate not being able to make decisions!!! D : Its not because I just "can't  decide" so much as I over analyze the possible whip-lash of certain decisions. I think  "If I pick this one then .... but if I pick that one I won't ..... " OH the annoyance!!  I finally decided to become a lawyer...and now I'm faced with decisions on how to get there. Do I want to go straight to law school or do I want to get a degree in something else first? What would that other degree be? Or maybe I should take a year off to retake my tests, score higher and apply to a better school than NUS. Eh well... at least I know Law is what I want to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most common question when people hear I want to study Law is "Why?".  I usually just reply "I don't know...it just feel right." because its easier than trying to explain why I want to be a lawyer with out taking up quite a lot of that persons time.   I guess in the end it just simmers down to that I've always been able to see in a full spectrum of colors..at least to a pretty large extent. What I mean is that I'm not a "your either with us or against us" person.  I'm able to see both parties points of views. Pair that with my sense of justice and my love of a good argument and law seems like a logical choice for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-3116837597981743059?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/3116837597981743059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=3116837597981743059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/3116837597981743059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/3116837597981743059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2009/01/ugh.html' title='Ugh!'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-7868727887375467671</id><published>2009-01-04T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:28:15.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 2009!!</title><content type='html'>This is my first post in the New Year : D So to celebrate having survived 2008 I'm going to .. erm.. I guess I should have thought about what I wanted to do BEFORE I sat down to write =.= Ok nvm I got it! I'm going to Write A List!! A list of all the things I want to do before 2010 comes rolling around. : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;List of 100 (if I can think of that many) Things Juulia Wants to Do in 2009!!&lt;br /&gt;...in no order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to a club D : Seriously its been over 3 months since I turned 18!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;or at least go to a bar -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Compose a song&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a different hair style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean out my closet =.= theres so much stuff in there...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean out basically my whole room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meet new people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Catch up with people I haven't seen in a while&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Forgive anyone who hurt me in 2008&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to a theme park x) *I really like theme parks...NOT ESCAPE D : thats a sad sad place*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to a water park! * D : I dont mean Wild Wild Wet... I mean a proper one*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go on a vacation!! Without my family!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meet a nice guy by the name of Edward while I'm on vacation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn to like exercising so that Edward will give me the time of day -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch lots and lots of movies! And add them to my list : D *Yes thats right... I keep a list*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take up art again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish the 3 paintings in my room =.=&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get accepted into Uni&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Impress my future Uni friends with my brains hoho!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy a LBD (Little Black Dress)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Join a band&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perform songs I've written&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Become know as a musical genius&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Surpass Mozart in my compositional skills&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...or at least become a better composer than the guy who wrote the Barney theme song&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;spend less time in my own little world and more time interacting with people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get a proper job...but one that doesnt involve standing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;practice piano =.=&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;especially my scales =.= =.=&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;take up regular swimming&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;learn how to cook other things than desserts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;read less romantic paperbacks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;read more hard core novels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;better yet read a book thats not fictional for once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;become less interested in Mr  Darcy... he's not an attainable love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but the guy who plays him in the movie is!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ok not really... get over the guy in the movie :c&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cut back on the coffee -.-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but when I do drink it... drink it without milk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;:c because in 2009... i plan to cut back on the calories!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Its for the sake of my love for Edward D : the guy I'll meet on vacation. So I plan to stick to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take up some form of dancing again ... even if its just random moves in my kitchen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Become addicted to a tv show&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start carrying a camera with me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Update my blog regularly -.-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Come up with an awesome plan for PTF!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;become fashionable&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;or at least stop being unfashionable -.-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;practice meditation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;learn to like green tea&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stop reading so much manga =.=&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish this freakin list!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;OK I give up -.- there apparently aren't 100 things I want to do this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-7868727887375467671?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/7868727887375467671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=7868727887375467671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/7868727887375467671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/7868727887375467671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-2009.html' title='It&apos;s 2009!!'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-7047624438658595659</id><published>2008-12-26T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T19:15:10.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Officially Moving To England</title><content type='html'>D : After watching Agnus, Thongs, and Perfect Snogging... I've decided to move to England. Anyone want to join me?? You see... in England its apparently possible for a less than perfect girl to get a relatively good looking guy to dump his bra stuffing girl friend for her. People also dress up as stuffed olives! : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ... maybe I wont move to Britain -.- I'll have to settle for somehow getting into the British Club here in Singapore. Where can a nice Finnish girl meet some British hunks!?!? D : *sigh* I need to get a nice cocktail dress -.- Why is it so hard to find a nice dress here in Singapore?? That doesn't cost a fortune I mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-7047624438658595659?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/7047624438658595659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=7047624438658595659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/7047624438658595659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/7047624438658595659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-officially-moving-to-england.html' title='I&apos;m Officially Moving To England'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-1639043335087922935</id><published>2008-12-19T04:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T05:17:42.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Itchy</title><content type='html'>D : Itch Itch I'm covered in bug bites!! -.- I know I should try to feel compassionate towards all living beings but...its just hard when they drink your blood and then leave you with an itchy itch to itch for days and days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I don't feel like thinking of something cool to write about -.- I'll just rip the list of "Things Women Should Know" off of Kaiwen's blog and give a woman's point of view on the things mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25 Things That Men Think Women Should Know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Learn to work the toilet seat. You're a big girl. If it's up&lt;br /&gt;put it down. We need it up, you need it down. You don't hear us&lt;br /&gt;bitching about you leaving it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;.....thats because you've never woken up in the middle of the night to go pee and upon sitting down on the toilet found your bottom IN the toilet instead of ON the toilet. Nope..guys have it much easier..you just stand and aim...or try to aim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sometimes we are not thinking about you. Live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Thats ok : D Sometimes...we don't think about you either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sunday = sports. It's like the full moon or the changing of&lt;br /&gt;the tides. Let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;-.- If only Sunday = sports was like the full moon...then it would only happen once a month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Shopping is NOT a sport. And no, we are never going to think&lt;br /&gt;of it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;D : Shopping, while not a legitimate sport, is non the less a good work out. All of the running/walking around works as your cardio and carrying all of your shopping around helps you tone your arms. AND if you do your shopping in high heels your toning the lower part of your body as well. Shop to a healthier you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ask for what you want! Let us be clear on this one: Subtle&lt;br /&gt;hints do not work! Strong hints do not work! Obvious hints do not&lt;br /&gt;work! Just say it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;=.= ... and guys STILL try to pass themselves off as the smarter sex. At least girls can put 1 and 1 together and get 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. We don't remember dates. Mark birthdays and anniversaries on a&lt;br /&gt;calendar. Remind us frequently beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Who can remember all dates?? All we ask is that YOU take the effort to write the dates down in YOUR calendar. At least put a reminder on your cellphone. It only takes 2 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every&lt;br /&gt;question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The important word there is ALMOST. Sometimes it takes a little more than yes and no to sort things out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A headache that lasts for 17 months is a problem. See a&lt;br /&gt;doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;...generally theres a reason for the 17 month headache that does lie with the person having the headaches..but rather with the person telling you to see a doctor... oh that would be you btw -.- I know your not very good at the "subtle hints"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Check your oil! Please. You always know when you're out of&lt;br /&gt;food to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;That's because you get start throwing a temper tantrum and demand I go to the store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, all comments become null and void after 7 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;It's only inadmissible because you can't remember it ... not because it's invalid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. If you think you're fat, you probably are. Don't ask us. We&lt;br /&gt;refuse to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;If you wonder why we broke up with you after hearing that. Don't ask us. We seriously will refuse to answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Let us ogle. We are going to look anyway; it's genetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;It's ok to look...just don't stare at another girls bottom for minutes on end while we're trying to talk to you about something important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. You can either ask us to do something OR tell us how you want&lt;br /&gt;it done. Not both! If you already know best how to do it, just do&lt;br /&gt;it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It's not that we don't know HOW to do it but more that we CAN'T  due it. =.= Aren't you always the one telling us we're not strong enough to move the bookshelf?? Don't get angry at us when we point out that maybe dragging it and scratching the new wood floor isn't the best idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Whenever possible, please say whatever you have to say during&lt;br /&gt;commercials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;No comment on this one... I can totally relate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Christopher Columbus and Marco Polo did not need directions,&lt;br /&gt;and neither do we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Christopher Columbus was trying to find an alternative route to India ... instead he found America...and lived the rest of his life believing he discovered another route to India...when he actually hadn't... I think directions or some common sense might really have come in handy for him. And technically Marco Polo traveled along pre-existing trade routes established by other traders long before him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. The relationship is never going to be like it was the first&lt;br /&gt;two months we were going out. Get over it. And quit whining to&lt;br /&gt;your girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Would you rather we whine to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings.&lt;br /&gt;Peach, for example, is a fruit, not a color. Pumpkin is also a&lt;br /&gt;fruit. And, we have no idea what mauve is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;We know your a little color blind..thats why we go through the trouble of getting you the little color sample cards.  That way when its on the wall and you say it looks like baby throw up, we can remind you that you helped pick it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If it itches, it will be scratched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Aha but does it really have to be scratched in public?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," we will act&lt;br /&gt;like nothing's wrong. We know you are lying, but it is just not&lt;br /&gt;worth the hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;If you know where lying why do you just say its nothing?? -.- Thats just insensitive and stupid.. no wonder the relationship gets sour after the first 2 months..your not willing to put in any effort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is&lt;br /&gt;fine. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Anything? So you don't mind if I wear my Big Bird costume to your company event? : D Great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. You have enough clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Unless I'm spending your money to buy my clothes...don't worry about it. I'm just buying them because I want to look nice for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. You have too many shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Look.. high heels are NOT comfortable. We don't wear them because we LIKE to wear them...we wear them because they make our legs/butts look nicer and we make our legs/butts look nicer because we assume youll be looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Foreign films are best left to foreigners (Unless it's Bruce&lt;br /&gt;Lee or some war flick where it doesn't really matter what the&lt;br /&gt;hell they're saying anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;all films are foreign to somebody...making all films technically foreign films&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I'm in shape. ROUND is a shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Yes round IS a shape...we learned that in kindergarten. It's just not a very good shape for your stomach thats all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. BEER is as exciting for us as handbags are for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The beer is probobly the reason you got round in the first place..handbags don't make people fat -.- in fact the bigger the hand bag ..the more stuff we put in it...and the heavier it weighs... so when we carry it around we burn more calories. So you see Beer= makes you fat Handbags = keep you fit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-1639043335087922935?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/1639043335087922935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=1639043335087922935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/1639043335087922935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/1639043335087922935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/12/itchy.html' title='Itchy'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-8727315112651398488</id><published>2008-12-12T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:51:09.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UGH</title><content type='html'>UGH BLOGGER DELETED MY ENTIRE MONOLOGUE!!!!!! D : D: D: D: D: *kicks blogger*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-8727315112651398488?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/8727315112651398488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=8727315112651398488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/8727315112651398488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/8727315112651398488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/12/ugh.html' title='UGH'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-3114616058124671606</id><published>2008-12-12T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:10:33.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toot Toot Chugga Chugga Big Red Car!!</title><content type='html'>Blog readers!!!!!!!!!! I was so happy to see tags on my tag board that... I actually feel motivated to write!! This post is going to be about TV Shows, movies, and boring cab rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late for my piano class today -.- so I had to take a cab. The car was moving really really slowly through the traffic and in an attempt to entertain myself, I decided to pretend that my cab ride... was a scene in a movie. -.- You know... one of those scenes where the heroine of the movie is sitting on a bus or train or something and having an internal monologue. Sadly my plan back fired when I realized that if someone was to make a movie about my typical cab ride... it would look like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SUJUbp9bUhI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Wy2oBTYPsOU/s1600-h/bones_main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SUJUbp9bUhI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Wy2oBTYPsOU/s320/bones_main.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278874547328340498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SUJUcBzkJWI/AAAAAAAAAaA/yV_G63eJARc/s1600-h/starter-wife-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SUJUcBzkJWI/AAAAAAAAAaA/yV_G63eJARc/s320/starter-wife-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278874553729426786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SUJUbwLoWDI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Ia2j8n50KN0/s1600-h/lipstickjungle.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/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SUJUbwLoWDI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Ia2j8n50KN0/s320/lipstickjungle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278874548998527026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Life : D&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SUJUb92yegI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Bltbu4EWXgw/s1600-h/life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SUJUb92yegI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Bltbu4EWXgw/s320/life.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278874552669207042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-3114616058124671606?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/3114616058124671606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=3114616058124671606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/3114616058124671606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/3114616058124671606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/12/toot-toot-chugga-chugga-big-red-car.html' title='Toot Toot Chugga Chugga Big Red Car!!'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SUJUbp9bUhI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Wy2oBTYPsOU/s72-c/bones_main.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-7546104374556416370</id><published>2008-11-29T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T06:42:58.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/STFSndype2I/AAAAAAAAAZg/v9-9B513Tkk/s1600-h/Rome.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/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/STFSndype2I/AAAAAAAAAZg/v9-9B513Tkk/s320/Rome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274087476592999266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bel...I think your my sole blog reader. -.- You and that Sarah person who came to advert in my tag board. D : But just on the off chance some stranger stumbles across my blog....I'm going to try and make my life sound interesting. Ok? Ok : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off ... even though I &lt;3 my Cotton On ballet flats :c those things aren't meant for walking. If they didn't make my happy every time I looked at them I'd stick them in my closet and never ever take them out xept maybe to rearrange everything. -.- *rubs feet* owchy. How do French village people deal with the pain?? :c &lt;-- don't ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weirdos on Tagged are sending even weirded stuff to me now D : basically its no longer requests for "hot chat" but for full blown sex -.- What is wrong with these people?? Do they really think an 18 year old girl will want to have sex with a 50 year old married man?? D : ............ ok some might  but do I seem like that type of girl!?!? -.- apparently soo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I really want to go to Europe :c On a rode trip....it'll be something like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/STFSm_j0QGI/AAAAAAAAAZA/reyXNqcQ4BA/s1600-h/DSC00847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/STFSm_j0QGI/AAAAAAAAAZA/reyXNqcQ4BA/s320/DSC00847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274087468477726818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The whole trip starts in my bedroom..... my room is to messy so please enjoy this pic of my feet against my window instead : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/STFSnNF2_bI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/ju8e0PAXmPc/s1600-h/Big+Ben_+Houses+of+Parliament_+London_+England.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/STFSnNF2_bI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/ju8e0PAXmPc/s320/Big+Ben_+Houses+of+Parliament_+London_+England.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274087472110173618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then a jet ride to London,England! A few days later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/STFSnMmqt1I/AAAAAAAAAZY/4E5YPzNDx24/s1600-h/Paris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/STFSnMmqt1I/AAAAAAAAAZY/4E5YPzNDx24/s320/Paris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274087471979345746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A train to Paris!! Followed by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROME~! VENICE~! TUSCANY~!!!! Oh Europe...wait for me my love :c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-7546104374556416370?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/7546104374556416370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=7546104374556416370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/7546104374556416370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/7546104374556416370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/11/bel.html' title=''/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/STFSndype2I/AAAAAAAAAZg/v9-9B513Tkk/s72-c/Rome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-7798325383075850510</id><published>2008-11-20T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T17:13:48.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pervy Old Guys</title><content type='html'>Ok... I've stumbled on a landfill of pervy old men. -.- Tagged is starting to freak me out  a litte. The men on there are super super woman starved D : and even with a few year old pic and really nothing else in my dp I've become a weird-o magnet over night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With pics of whales and Enrique Iglesias to throw you off their true pervy intentions they swarm by the masses on any girl who has a relatively OK face and has their age set to 18. -.- What is with these men!? Don't they have lives!? Some of them are married D : or have kids D : ... yet they're trying to hit on a nice teenage girls on Tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the sad thing is that I actually do add these men. -.- If only because their lives must be pretty sad if their only form of entertainment is trying to lure young women to have cyber relations with them.  Add and ignore thats my policy! And it was working fine until the word got out I didn't dump pervy guys to the curb and now D : I've become and internet perv magnet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think having random guys tell you your good looking and etc would be flattering....yeeaaaah not really when its coming from an overweight married Indian man... the compliments lose their sparkle. Or from a Jackie Chan wanna be who's asking if I've ever had a "hot chat" and claims to be 23 despite looking 43.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- It's more of an ego bringer downer..... I only attract pervy married over weight men. D :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-7798325383075850510?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/7798325383075850510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=7798325383075850510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/7798325383075850510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/7798325383075850510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/11/pervy-old-guys.html' title='Pervy Old Guys'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-3341310816367909448</id><published>2008-11-19T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T07:12:13.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and its Curve Balls</title><content type='html'>Why is it that some people seem to attract so much turbulence in their lives? For one reason or another they find themselves constantly picked up and dropped down in a seemingly continuous cycle, leaving the rest of us to just watch and wish we could do something too, at the very least, slow the process down a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Of course the ironic thing is that the rest of us seem oblivious in our moments of observation to the fact that we too are spinning around in our individual up and down cycles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-3341310816367909448?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/3341310816367909448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=3341310816367909448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/3341310816367909448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/3341310816367909448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-and-its-curve-balls.html' title='Life and its Curve Balls'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-2254699632005164094</id><published>2008-10-30T17:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T17:56:02.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Click Click!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://workace.com/?a_aid=df5cffd9"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 53px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SQpXdJ-8Q9I/AAAAAAAAAT4/egOgkBt_30U/s320/workace_logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263115272943584210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-2254699632005164094?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/2254699632005164094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=2254699632005164094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/2254699632005164094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/2254699632005164094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/10/click-click.html' title='Click Click!'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SQpXdJ-8Q9I/AAAAAAAAAT4/egOgkBt_30U/s72-c/workace_logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-8496264659432522120</id><published>2008-10-28T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T18:02:10.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HSM3</title><content type='html'>I've finally found someone willing to go watch High school Musical 3 with me! He's cute blonde and someone very dear to me ... basically I'm going to go with Oscar. =.= Little brothers are great &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news Halloween is almost here : D Just two more days!! Its a shame that trick or treating isnt big here... I sort miss getting dressed up and even though my condo does organize a trick or treating event .... =.= I am NOT going to go door to door with a bunch of 6 and 7 year olds... I have my pride!!! Limited pride..but pride non the less!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new favorite DS game....Lego Indiana Jones:The Original Adventures! I can't stop playing it @.@ Its just so addictive... I want to beat it D : Badly...very badly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its probably because Lego Indiana is sorta hot for a plastic Lego piece. It's got the be the whip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SQe15yCwjfI/AAAAAAAAATw/Sb0_UJ1bXxE/s1600-h/indy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SQe15yCwjfI/AAAAAAAAATw/Sb0_UJ1bXxE/s320/indy1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262374693896228338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-8496264659432522120?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/8496264659432522120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=8496264659432522120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/8496264659432522120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/8496264659432522120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/10/hsm3.html' title='HSM3'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SQe15yCwjfI/AAAAAAAAATw/Sb0_UJ1bXxE/s72-c/indy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-7941412483469207624</id><published>2008-10-25T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T19:44:14.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Lame</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Lame -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Words, phrases or individuals that lack unique, interesting or humorous qualities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebe...we are so not lame...we're like the anti lame according to this definition from Urban dictionary, which is I know technically not a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; dictionary but the real definition was talking about limping -.- and having a "lame leg". We're .... weird. wowo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weird- &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;unusual but in a good way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SQPY6-JsQJI/AAAAAAAAATY/2j4wi05Q9xw/s1600-h/Photo1621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SQPY6-JsQJI/AAAAAAAAATY/2j4wi05Q9xw/s320/Photo1621.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261287297326530706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SQPY6kYAekI/AAAAAAAAATQ/QgFBUg9H9mc/s1600-h/Photo1619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SQPY6kYAekI/AAAAAAAAATQ/QgFBUg9H9mc/s320/Photo1619.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261287290407254594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-7941412483469207624?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/7941412483469207624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=7941412483469207624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/7941412483469207624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/7941412483469207624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-lame.html' title='Not Lame'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SQPY6-JsQJI/AAAAAAAAATY/2j4wi05Q9xw/s72-c/Photo1621.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-7294295203367369829</id><published>2008-10-19T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T20:15:22.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Post</title><content type='html'>Ok so this is my second post for the day.  I figured the first one didn't really count ... since it was just me playing the ipod shuffle game -.- again... its addicting and strangely fun to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get my SAT scores in 3 days @.@ Even though I know I can't view them until Nov 23 =.= I keep checking to see if by some strange computer glitch they've gone up early. D : It's frustrating.  In order to take my mind off what I feel is my fast ( technically fast since its only 3 days but -.- mentally very very very slow) approaching doom ... I've taken to watching random youtube videos as well as tv shows. My adventures into TV land made me think of two tv shows I used to watch a few years ago; Dinotopia and The 10th Kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got intro-ed to Dinotopia via a woman who used to work at the child care center of the gym my parents went to back in Florida.  She really liked Oscar and so she lent him her collectors edition DVD Dinotopia box set. I'm not sure if Oscar watched all of them ...but I sure did!!  Here's a picture from the show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SPvz7VI9TaI/AAAAAAAAATA/oAfo3I8tZ5Q/s1600-h/Dinotopia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SPvz7VI9TaI/AAAAAAAAATA/oAfo3I8tZ5Q/s320/Dinotopia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259065190497734050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOL Oh the memories!! The other TV show was a miniseries that I first saw on the Hallmark Channel =.= and then... sorta liked so it became the first TV show I actually planned my day around as I could watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SPv1cGDw2ZI/AAAAAAAAATI/rHW_ON-avN0/s1600-h/7075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SPv1cGDw2ZI/AAAAAAAAATI/rHW_ON-avN0/s320/7075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259066852896725394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.....Er yeah -.- I like those slightly lame TV shows.... I can't help it!!!! The next TV shows I plan to watch are Hornblower and Earthsea. I might watch the TV version of Snow White instead of the Earthsea.... looks more interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-7294295203367369829?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/7294295203367369829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=7294295203367369829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/7294295203367369829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/7294295203367369829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/10/random-post.html' title='Random Post'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SPvz7VI9TaI/AAAAAAAAATA/oAfo3I8tZ5Q/s72-c/Dinotopia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-3547752634063396741</id><published>2008-10-19T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T19:43:48.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ipod shuffle game!</title><content type='html'>Shuffle game rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. Press forward for each question.&lt;br /&gt;3. Use the song title as the answer to each question.&lt;br /&gt;4. Cheating optional (although I swear I didn’t cheat on any of these)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) &lt;em&gt;Describe your first date.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;American Boy - Estelle ft. Kanye West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..... er he was an American Boy??? =.= Seriously..this song choice doesn't give me much to work with. *trying hard to remember the lyrics* D :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) &lt;em&gt;What is your personal religion?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Don't Want to Live Without You - Foreigner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D : If in the future my boyfriend ( -.- far future considering my ever lasting single hood) dumps me or passes away... PLEASE STEP IN!! -.- I'm apparently going to try to take my life ... the shuffle is never wrong with these questions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) &lt;em&gt;What do you think of your current hometown?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I Never See You Face Again- Maroon 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D : I don't care if I never see Singapore's face again!! EVER .... ok thats a little extrema ... maybe we could just ... have a trial separation for a little while :c ,.. I go off to live in Paris for a few months... see some other towns... and then we see where we stand. You know I love you Singapore but D : I'm not the type of girl who likes to be tied down to one city!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) &lt;em&gt;What do you feel guilty about?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have A Nice Day - Bon Jovi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.... yesterday I said "Have a nice day" to someone who I didn't even know D : I KNOW! How could I have done that!?!? That poor man...he was probably so disturbed by what I said.. that now he's afraid to step outside his house :c&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) &lt;em&gt;What embarrasses you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beat It - Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....that fact that 1. I really really like this song and 2. I have been know to dance (aka jump around like a crazy person) to it -.- while its on repeat.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) &lt;em&gt;What kind of restaurant would you open?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Touch My Body - Mariah Carey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A "Gentleman's Club" catering to the needs of men aged 21 to 121.  What else could you guys possibly see me doing with my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) &lt;em&gt;How do you feel about fall?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 minutes - Madonna ft. Justin Timberlake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ....... ever fall....I only have 4 minutes .....4 minutes to save the world... I usually do it by grabbing a boy and a girl ... I also enjoy dancing in grocery stories in the fall : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) &lt;em&gt;What's your greatest fear?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kiss Kiss - Chris Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats right -.- I had a fear of Kissing... its actually a fear I got after watching the 4 minutes music video D : .... I still have night mares.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) &lt;em&gt;What's your biggest weakness?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umbrella - Rhianna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET THAT UMBRELLA AWAY FROM MEEEEEEEEE D : ............. is it gone??? Good -.- Darn the steal and water resistant cloth contraption!  Ever since the events of 1999 when *to graphic to write out* I just haven't been able to look at let alone be close to an umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) &lt;em&gt;What was the last lie you told?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SuperStar - Toybox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The last lie I told?? ... well -.- I told an innocent woman that I am in fact a Superstar...and not just any super star...I said I was Brad Pitt :c Its not my fault she believed me!! -.- I can't help it that I resemble the world most sought after man can I?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) &lt;em&gt;What's the biggest thing you learned in school?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Boo - Usher ft. Alicia Keys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I learned that "Theres always that one person that will always have your heart.. You never see it coming cause your blinded from the start! La La La La Oh Baby!!" -.- Its almost to much for my brain to handle... they shouldn't be allowed to tackle such advanced topics until Uni!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.) &lt;em&gt;What did you dream your life would be like as a child?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When the Sun Goes Down- Arctic Monkeys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....Actually the Song title has nothing to do with what I dreamed of as a child. I did spend many a day dreaming about my future life as an Arctic Monkey though!! I planned on eating banana shaped ice sculptures ... playing with my other arctic monkey friends... visiting Santa... oh those happy childhood dreams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.) &lt;em&gt;What was your first serious girlfriend/boyfriend like?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muita Boberia - (to long to type out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...it was exotic... veeeery exotic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.) &lt;em&gt;What were you doing 10 years ago?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jailhouse Rock - Elvis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This information never leaves my blog understood??? I was.... in jail... o__o I was 8 years old and a hard core criminal mastermind!! I got caught trying to steal a formula that would have turned me into an Arctic Monkey :c I was so close ... so close to realizing my dream of being a monkey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.) &lt;em&gt;What will you be doing in 10 years?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Say - John Mayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be.....talking -.- Not really surprising is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.) &lt;em&gt;What does a cry for help from you sound like?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Double Vision - Foreigner &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................... what DOES a double vision cry for help sound like??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.) &lt;em&gt;What do you buy at Wal-Mart?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let Me Blow Ya Mind - Eve ft Gwen Stefani &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drugs ... they promise to "blow ya mind". I think I got ripped of thought cause D : the look a lot like eclipse mints... taste like them too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.) &lt;em&gt;Describe your personal political philosophy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cool - Gwen Stefani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. you know me ... I'm cool with just about any political philosophy &lt;-- translates as "Well..you know me.. I'm to busy reading the lifestyle section of the newspaper and the funnies that I don't HAVE a personal political philosophy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.) &lt;em&gt;Do you like to travel?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Say it Again - Marie Digby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you repeat the question?? You know.. say it again?? -.- I wasn't really paying attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.) &lt;em&gt;How do you feel about your coworkers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I guess Your Right - The Posies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D : Why do they always have to be right!?!? Can't they just be wrong for once :c&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-3547752634063396741?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/3547752634063396741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=3547752634063396741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/3547752634063396741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/3547752634063396741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/10/ipod-shuffle-game.html' title='ipod shuffle game!'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-5682887460717003239</id><published>2008-10-17T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T03:53:06.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fan Girl</title><content type='html'>I've been a Jane Austen fan ever since I read the "Classic Literature for Kids" version of Pride and Prejudice at 10.  I liked the book so much in fact that, upon realizing that I'd read the kiddy version and not the full adult version, I went and bough the unabridged version and read that as well.  Yes... I was slightly fixated with the book. I've mentioned before that I'm strangely attracted to period romance novels written hundreds of years ago ... I can't help it!! D : I think I was born in the wrong era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Back to the book. It's got elopement, misunderstandings, hanky panky, balls, dresses, and bitchy girls!!  That and the fact that no body seems to have to work make it my dream world!!  Since that first reading of the book I have been day dreaming about well.. =.= er... sorta you know... living in that world?? Not really being born there more like..being teleported there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Now that you guys know about my little er obsession with being sent into a book...you'll understand why I was so happy to learn that there is in fact... a tv show that stole my idea!! Woohooo!!! It's called "Lost in Austen" and its the story of a normal 21st century British girl with a jack ass boyfriend (irrelevant -.- ) who suddenly finds Elizabeth Bennett in her bathroom.  Turns out...she can get transported into Pride and Prejudice through a door located in her shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ITS MY DREAM COME TRUE!! ... although ....=.= I would have preferred she got transported through something a little more romantic then her shower.  Anyways, Elizabeth gets Amanda (the 21st century girls name) to go through the door and then slams it shut! This results in Elizabeth being stuck (by her own choice) in the 21st century and Amanda being stuck in the book. Personally I think Amanda gets the better trade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Anyways I watched the entire 4 hour long mini series in one sitting =.= (and after that watched Emma with Gweneth Paltrow D : I'm a sucker for those types of movies!!!) I was probably motivated to watch it all because well... Mr. Darcy is sorta my dream guy ( but seriously...what girl doesn't find him attractive!?!? ... even if he IS fictional) and here he was on my laptop screen falling for Amanda who (although British and nothing like me in looks/character/anything really) was getting to live my dream scenario.  *sigh* Mr. Darcy...why do you have to be a fictional character in a book!? Theres no chance of you even being reborn in the human realm giving me a chance to meet you!! ;c I'm going to be forced to settle for a person who's not a fragment of Jane Austen's imagination ... I wouldn't mind meeting Mr. Knightly from Emma either hohoho!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can watch the series &lt;a href="http://www.surfthechannel.com/show/television/Lost_in_Austen.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt; Consider your selves warned. D : If your like me...your going to find it addictive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-5682887460717003239?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/5682887460717003239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=5682887460717003239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/5682887460717003239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/5682887460717003239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/10/fan-girl.html' title='Fan Girl'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-3301187421618758154</id><published>2008-10-15T17:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T19:54:45.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation Has Returned!!</title><content type='html'>Motivation of some sorts has returned!! And I feel like blogging ... sorta. My motivation levels are only at 30 percent right now =.= and to fully blog blog blog like there no tomorrow you need motivation levels of at least 60 percent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The inactivity level of my blog is to depressing however, so I'm putting fingers to keyboard and tapping out something! Even low motivation levels aren't  going to keep me down this time! My subject today is.....cooking!! Well more accurately baking ... because if its not sweet -.- I probably can't manage to  make it. ( It's a mental thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Currently all of the things I'm making seem to have lots and lots of chocolate in them. D : Chocolate pudding...chocolate cake....chocolate cookies... if it's got chocolate I've made it/planned to make it/or tried to make it.  OH I know!! I'll share with you guys my chocolate pudding recipe!! I'll put it at the end =.= I don't want to get up to get the recipe only to come back unmotivated to start blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My recipe book is super messy ... its just stuff I've printed off the internet or written by hand from some place or another.  And then shoved into what ever space I can find. o__o My next venture I think...will be a white chocolate and raspberry cheese cake! Sounds pretty good right??? -.- The only problem is that....1. I'm pretty sure that cake is loaded with calories... a LOT of calories.. the main ingredients seem to be cheese and chocolate and 2.  my biggest fans (Iida, Oscar, and Jan) don't like cheese cake. :c So before I make an entire cheesecake I need to find people to eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  OK heres the chocolate pudding recipe : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chocolate Pudding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;  1/2 cup sugar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 tablespoons unsweetened cocoa powder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/4 cup cornstarch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/8 teaspoon salt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 3/4 cups milk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 tablespoons butter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla extract&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ok first off get yourself a saucepan and put the sugar, cocoa, cornstarch and salt into it.  Mix them together.  Stir in the milk and then place the saucepan over medium heat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bring the mixture to a boil STIRRING CONSTANTLY.  Thats really important. Otherwise the milk will burn and you'll have a inedible mess. Keep stirring the mix until it gets thick enough to coat the back of a metal spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remove the hot pudding from the heat and stir in the butter and vanilla.  Then let the pudding cool briefly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Now you can opt to serve it warm (some people like their pudding hot) or put it into individual dishes and chill them in the fridge for a while.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Its important to note that if you put the pudding into the fridge right after you've made it...the heat will probably cause the temp in your fridge to go up resulting in your food not being kept at a cold enough temperature. : D ... same goes for if you put it in the freezer. The food will unfreeze and then refreeze which isn't really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also make sure you don't use up all the milk in the house =.= It does not make you very popular with your mommy &lt;-- speaking from personal experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-3301187421618758154?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/3301187421618758154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=3301187421618758154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/3301187421618758154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/3301187421618758154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/10/motivation-has-returned.html' title='Motivation Has Returned!!'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-2347008696332421117</id><published>2008-10-01T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T19:13:02.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Over Due Post</title><content type='html'>........... its been a while Blogger my friend... since we last spoke. And quite a lot has happened since we last er...typed? Alright so lets begin with what happened last week end ...... Singapore Grand Prix!! YAY!! ......actually before that I should mention that my aunt and her boyfriend came to visit us during  the F1 race as did my grandpa's friend and his wife. Ok back to F1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I'm not going to go into to much detail concerning the race -.- because even though I planned  to do an in depth account of everything that happened.... D : I suddenly don't feel motivated too. Instead I'll just say Congrats to Alonso for a well deserved victory!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: D Alright so after the F1 the most exciting this is my Birthday! YAY! I'm officially 18 years old! x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-2347008696332421117?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/2347008696332421117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=2347008696332421117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/2347008696332421117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/2347008696332421117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/10/long-over-due-post.html' title='Long Over Due Post'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-3459711465891454974</id><published>2008-09-16T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T19:27:00.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chu Style</title><content type='html'>I was looking at some old pics a few days ago and I realized that... well I've always dressed a little funny.  Translated that means that I'm whats know as "fashion impaired".   It might partially be due to the fact that I let my mom dress me until I was 12. =.= What!? I've never been a morning person D : so I was always to sleep to argue in the morning before I had to go to school!  It wasn't until I started to go to private school that I started paying any attention to how I dressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Sadly for me -.- ... my fashion impairment leads to me wearing some preeeetty weird things.  D : And due to my slightly obsessive personality ... once I think something looks ok -.- I'll wear it until proven otherwise ... and I won't wear it just sometimes.. I'll wear it a LOT.  Take for example my bandanna phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    For about 5 months I constantly wore a bandanna on my head. Now there is nothing wrong with wearing on sometimes. In fact a bandanna can look really nice on some people...but when you wear one 24/7 for a full 60 days ... people start to look at you a little funny. Finally I woke up one day and put aside my bandanna (...yeah thats the other thing -.- I wore the same design all the time D : I had two almost identical ones.) My friends were all smiles that I'd finally become normal again =.= and then I discovered the acorn hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The acorn hat is a hat my mom wore in the 70s I think. It literally looks... like an acorn -.- you know the part that the nutty part of the acorn is attached to. D : Yeeeaaah I sorta started wearing THAT everyday.  My friends : D turned into D : again and the strange looks returned full force! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  As you can see for about an entire year... my hair never saw the light of day.  Then a miracle happened! D : .......... actually a miracle didn't happen I just switched obsessions again. -.- I turned into whats known as "a prep"....well a prep wanna be.  The year that followed was full of miniskirts and ribbon belts... pastel colors and those little kitten heels...oh and cheer leading shorts D :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Then one year later a new obsession! -.- Sweaters... D : I have a small army of them... why? Because I wore them ALL THE TIME. In Florida D : which is just as hot as Singapore. =.=&lt;br /&gt;Then came the 80s style hair... like some strange lion mane....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   They (don't ask who they are) always say that teenagers try to "find themselves" through their appearance. -.- I was one looooost little girl. Now of course I dress a little bit to old for my actual age .. leading people to assume I'm 23 or something vs my actual age of 18 (or technically almost 18 : D 6 more days!)  I think the fact that I've stopped experimenting with my er...style ( -.- if u can call what I wore before..stylish D : ...nope u cant..it was just weird) is a sign I'm finally starting to "settle down" in terms of my personality and likes and dislikes.  The search for self is finally starting to enter its final stage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-3459711465891454974?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/3459711465891454974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=3459711465891454974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/3459711465891454974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/3459711465891454974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/09/chu-style.html' title='Chu Style'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-4291185208819718355</id><published>2008-09-15T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T18:26:37.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL I promised Iida I'd post these</title><content type='html'>So last night Iida asked me if I wanted to take pics with her.  LOL so we both went to put on ...well quite a lot of eye make up =.= and then started snapping photos. -.- After viewing them Iida said "You have to put them on your blog." Soooo...here you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SM8KGWwe_vI/AAAAAAAAASI/6-6lZE2E3fA/s1600-h/Photo1064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SM8KGWwe_vI/AAAAAAAAASI/6-6lZE2E3fA/s320/Photo1064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246423195214348018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SM8KGgFneGI/AAAAAAAAASQ/xVuHqMYWQUk/s1600-h/Photo1065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SM8KGgFneGI/AAAAAAAAASQ/xVuHqMYWQUk/s320/Photo1065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246423197718902882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SM8KGzWWhuI/AAAAAAAAASY/nRJwRfuw68M/s1600-h/Photo1079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SM8KGzWWhuI/AAAAAAAAASY/nRJwRfuw68M/s320/Photo1079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246423202889369314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SM8KHOKQn8I/AAAAAAAAASg/Iw_k4mkyIL4/s1600-h/Photo1083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SM8KHOKQn8I/AAAAAAAAASg/Iw_k4mkyIL4/s320/Photo1083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246423210086408130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SM8KHNFo1dI/AAAAAAAAASo/WYpbUti7SSU/s1600-h/Photo1084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SM8KHNFo1dI/AAAAAAAAASo/WYpbUti7SSU/s320/Photo1084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246423209798587858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SM8J0RtjOyI/AAAAAAAAARg/ksQxfyLK4l8/s1600-h/Photo1053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SM8J0RtjOyI/AAAAAAAAARg/ksQxfyLK4l8/s320/Photo1053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246422884622220066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Note... I don't ACTUALLY have tiny hands D :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SM8J0ZAJSlI/AAAAAAAAARo/SMsGgj9qMRU/s1600-h/Photo1054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SM8J0ZAJSlI/AAAAAAAAARo/SMsGgj9qMRU/s320/Photo1054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246422886579259986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SM8J0ZJBn0I/AAAAAAAAARw/79R78tgE5-s/s1600-h/Photo1055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SM8J0ZJBn0I/AAAAAAAAARw/79R78tgE5-s/s320/Photo1055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246422886616506178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SM8J0gFe1tI/AAAAAAAAAR4/g3oiD4dD48s/s1600-h/Photo1057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SM8J0gFe1tI/AAAAAAAAAR4/g3oiD4dD48s/s320/Photo1057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246422888480691922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SM8J0jhEuBI/AAAAAAAAASA/oeHuW17gU_s/s1600-h/Photo1059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SM8J0jhEuBI/AAAAAAAAASA/oeHuW17gU_s/s320/Photo1059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246422889401726994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SM8JnSn7lkI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/6J7AueOSwes/s1600-h/Photo1044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SM8JnSn7lkI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/6J7AueOSwes/s320/Photo1044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246422661528786498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SM8Jnncj-aI/AAAAAAAAARA/1DHpWOBpyXA/s1600-h/Photo1046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SM8Jnncj-aI/AAAAAAAAARA/1DHpWOBpyXA/s320/Photo1046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246422667118246306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SM8JnsilxMI/AAAAAAAAARI/L7aAVRxKv7o/s1600-h/Photo1047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SM8JnsilxMI/AAAAAAAAARI/L7aAVRxKv7o/s320/Photo1047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246422668485706946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SM8Jn1iYbGI/AAAAAAAAARQ/rNnyDAttWOg/s1600-h/Photo1050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SM8Jn1iYbGI/AAAAAAAAARQ/rNnyDAttWOg/s320/Photo1050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246422670900751458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SM8Jn3BiRyI/AAAAAAAAARY/fR5Cu5PKYOg/s1600-h/Photo1052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SM8Jn3BiRyI/AAAAAAAAARY/fR5Cu5PKYOg/s320/Photo1052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246422671299856162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next photos are...LOLOLOLOL&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/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SM8KZri6d7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/oCFs2O4yaO4/s1600-h/Photo1093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SM8KZri6d7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/oCFs2O4yaO4/s320/Photo1093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246423527212087218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SM8KZbUlkNI/AAAAAAAAASw/65J5w7xFBaw/s1600-h/Photo1092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SM8KZbUlkNI/AAAAAAAAASw/65J5w7xFBaw/s320/Photo1092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246423522857029842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-4291185208819718355?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/4291185208819718355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=4291185208819718355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/4291185208819718355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/4291185208819718355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/09/lol-i-promised-iida-id-post-these.html' title='LOL I promised Iida I&apos;d post these'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SM8KGWwe_vI/AAAAAAAAASI/6-6lZE2E3fA/s72-c/Photo1064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-2396129273877182755</id><published>2008-09-07T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T23:10:37.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Vacation</title><content type='html'>: D I'm back from Phuket!! First off :c I'm sad to report I do not...have a tan -.- It rained a LOT while we were in Phuket which sorta kept us off the beaches for the most part. What follows is a day by day account of my vacation : D if ur not interested .... then you can just go to another page right now -.- cause this is all I feel like blogging about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our flight left at around 8 am ... we reached the airport at around 6:50 am -.- ....that meant we got up at around 5.15 am!!! D : I've said it before and I'll say it again ... I am NOT a morning person -.- at all ... but somehow I managed to motivate my self with sun, tans, and pineapples to get out of bed and into the waiting van ... and then from the van to a coffee shop at the airport : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our airplane landed down at the airport I thanked the airplane gods for getting us to our destination safely (.... ok look I'm a seasoned flier but I still get on airplanes expecting to well..die -.- not that I fear death D : I just don't think that plummeting through the air and burning is the way I want to go )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright so when we reach Phuket a driver from the villa was waiting to take us to the ..well villa. We drove for an hour =.= and then finally : D VILLA! o__o which btw was totally awesome D : Pics pics... i stole these off the villa's website btw -.- since my phone DIED as soon as we landed D : meaning I couldn't take any pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SMS_uOtD2NI/AAAAAAAAAQY/lABqEQ6DWSI/s1600-h/IMG_4801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SMS_uOtD2NI/AAAAAAAAAQY/lABqEQ6DWSI/s320/IMG_4801.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243526667108079826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: D Thats the pooooool and the view from said pool. o__o It was small...but very deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SMS_uaUxL7I/AAAAAAAAAQg/I6P2Z_cK3A4/s1600-h/IMG_2747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SMS_uaUxL7I/AAAAAAAAAQg/I6P2Z_cK3A4/s320/IMG_2747.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243526670227419058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: D the hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SMS_ucIj5yI/AAAAAAAAAQo/2AVne3FlRAs/s1600-h/IMG_2718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SMS_ucIj5yI/AAAAAAAAAQo/2AVne3FlRAs/s320/IMG_2718.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243526670713087778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o__o the TV in the living room.... I spent a lot of time here during the vacation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SMS_uQG9PbI/AAAAAAAAAQw/fZcAUuCZH1Y/s1600-h/IMG_2693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SMS_uQG9PbI/AAAAAAAAAQw/fZcAUuCZH1Y/s320/IMG_2693.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243526667485134258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mine and Iida's bedroom : D .....yes those are pictures of scantily clad women on the walls -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The maid also told us that the owner of the house is some sort of retired Canadian Thai Boxer .... I know.. I wasn't expecting the Canadian part either. She also said he only lived in the house ....................1 month out of the year!! D : Rich guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few days were spent at the house watching movies, out in Phuket Town drinking tea, at the mall buying stuff( : D ), in the jungle riding elephants ( : D : D : D ) and on the track riding go-karts ( : D : D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeee! over all a really really fun vacation which was a little sad because :c the Formula 1 race on Sunday was D : SAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-2396129273877182755?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/2396129273877182755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=2396129273877182755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/2396129273877182755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/2396129273877182755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-vacation.html' title='My Vacation'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SMS_uOtD2NI/AAAAAAAAAQY/lABqEQ6DWSI/s72-c/IMG_4801.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-2705590067496909880</id><published>2008-08-27T17:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T18:12:14.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-.- My blog is dead..</title><content type='html'>D : No one reads my blog anymore ... unless I force them too.  Maybe I should write about emo stuff -.- That generally gets people to read. WAIT! I'll write a pome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog is dead..Thats what I said.. as I looked at my statcounter online :c&lt;br /&gt;Thought I've tried to deny it... I can no longer hide it... my blog is dead...I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............ok...... so I'm not the next Emily Dickinson maybe I should try  free verse D : I think its going to be emo though..so mentally prepare yourselves -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Free verse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a little down today, like theres an extra burden on my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling as though somethings expected of me but I can't deliver.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling gray.. like the sky outside.. and emptied like an overturned glass.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling &lt;span class="ResultBody"&gt;jaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its the monotony of live thats finally getting to me,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its how everything seems to be on rerun.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored with the show I'm watching but&lt;br /&gt;I'm unable to change the channel.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the lead actress on "Chu's Life" but my show is just a spin-off ...&lt;br /&gt;one crappy show among many crappy shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've only now come to realize that this sameness.. is life&lt;br /&gt;Its boring most of the time ...&lt;br /&gt;Its tiering..&lt;br /&gt;It seems to move at too slow a pace for my taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've also come to realize that life&lt;br /&gt;Has its moments..&lt;br /&gt;Has its funny, fond, and face-lifting moments.&lt;br /&gt;Has times that help shine up even the dullness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those times ... are the icings on the plain cake of life.&lt;br /&gt;Those times ... are the ornamental notes on the music that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tried to play a piece of music without all of the  "use less notes"?&lt;br /&gt;Gently  put ... it sounds plain&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tried to  play only the notes which make up the key the piece is written in?&lt;br /&gt;It sounds plain but strangly pure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those notes are the backbone, the building blocks .. the life&lt;br /&gt;And the rest? The rest of the notes are just ... frills and bows... trills and grace notes.&lt;br /&gt;Put there to keep you interested.&lt;br /&gt;Put there so you don't go "This is some crappy music.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........................Im not sure if thats even free verse anymore D : but it sure is emo&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/8393146355590398501-2705590067496909880?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/2705590067496909880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=2705590067496909880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/2705590067496909880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/2705590067496909880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-blog-is-dead.html' title='-.- My blog is dead..'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-2668957583852767406</id><published>2008-08-24T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T03:16:01.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Turkish BFF</title><content type='html'>..........so as many of you know... I now play Ikariam. I don't like it THAT much but -.- now that I'm part of the mafia (what i affectionately call the alliance i was invited into) I feel almost obligated to keep playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any who it seems that I've made a friend on Ikariam in rather... er.. untraditional way.  -.- So there is this town on my island named "Turkey"... I'm going to assume that the person who named it .. was not referring to the bird but the country has sent me two very lovely and friendly messages.. let me copy them here for everyone to see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artık burda bir türk war ayağınızı denk alın yoksa fuck you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first message... i THINK he's blabbering.. then gets one english word out "war" and then finishes with more blabbering and a fuck you ... way to go man!! I can tell your an intellectual already =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaand the second one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey man mother fucKKK!!! NİE CEVAP YAZMION SİKLEMION HERALDE KARSINDA TURK VAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: D Congrats turkish guy!! You found the cap lock!! AND u used .. 1 ... 2.. 3... 4... possible 5 (if turk can be counted as english) words!! I felt that after he'd taken the time to learn 4 whole words in english JUST so he could send me these lovely messages... he deserved a reply. -.- Now being a nice girl all I said was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL you certainly have good manners -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH yeah!!! Way to tell it too him!! .......... ok so I'm a little rusty on the comebacks D : but I figured if I replied back nicely he'd be disappointed and leave me alone =.= no such luck instead he sent me this ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;send me your msn address;please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.................................... my reply??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.= why would i send my msn address to someone who called me a fucker?..it makes no sense man &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- seriously turkish guy.... get a life...stop bothering people...and stop being delusional D : why in the world would I give you my msn name?! some people are just plain .............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-2668957583852767406?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/2668957583852767406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=2668957583852767406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/2668957583852767406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/2668957583852767406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-new-turkish-bff.html' title='My New Turkish BFF'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-4369846628023316059</id><published>2008-08-22T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T19:17:08.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More inventions!</title><content type='html'>Alright so I was inspired to look online for more cool inventions... and I did find some -.- but mostly I just found sorta lame ones. Take for example this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SK9u9oy_tyI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/WARVqwD-CGk/s1600-h/coolinvention05zv8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SK9u9oy_tyI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/WARVqwD-CGk/s320/coolinvention05zv8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237526896857560866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.= Look.. I'm sorry but no one who actually needs to loose weight is going to wear this "weight watcher belt" out side of their homes.  D : So really the only people who might wear this belt are skinny people.. and they won't because (unless they like to brag) they don't want to seem like they're boasting about their tiny waists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SK9u95BBxoI/AAAAAAAAAPY/THJQm9C5wUA/s1600-h/coolinvention21di3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SK9u95BBxoI/AAAAAAAAAPY/THJQm9C5wUA/s320/coolinvention21di3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237526901211383426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O__O someone please please please buy me one of these for my birthday! D : I'll love you for ever and ever .. :D Its like when I was a little kid and me and Iida had a play house in the back yard with a little porch and mini furniture and aprons and pots and pans : D happy days *I'll post a pic of my childhood backyard some day when I have time*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SK9u9za_wlI/AAAAAAAAAPg/miAWgAUzDpo/s1600-h/coolinvention39fz1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SK9u9za_wlI/AAAAAAAAAPg/miAWgAUzDpo/s320/coolinvention39fz1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237526899709690450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one isnt really an "invention" i just thought it looked cool o__o if someone gets me this for my birthday as well I'll love them for ever and ever too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SK9u-H55M_I/AAAAAAAAAPo/e1-jAi6lWSQ/s1600-h/coolinvention40sb3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SK9u-H55M_I/AAAAAAAAAPo/e1-jAi6lWSQ/s320/coolinvention40sb3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237526905207993330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK I want this too! =.= Yes...I'm one of those people who sings in the shower. Usually about random stuff like bubbles and walking on the street -.- Also I attempt to sing Mariah Carey (er not the Touch My Body song...-.- just to be clear on that) and obviously I don't sing in the shower when people are over at my house D :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SK9u-Y0MW8I/AAAAAAAAAPw/A-s6HchFC4k/s1600-h/coolinvention41kz3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SK9u-Y0MW8I/AAAAAAAAAPw/A-s6HchFC4k/s320/coolinvention41kz3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237526909747485634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my friends had this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SK9xhohWOoI/AAAAAAAAAQA/RuJcBYvJfoM/s1600-h/coolinvention42aw2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SK9xhohWOoI/AAAAAAAAAQA/RuJcBYvJfoM/s320/coolinvention42aw2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237529714282084994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;=.= ....just get a watering can D : I mean you have to refill the bottle as well. BTW does anyone else think this looks like it belongs in an Ikea magazine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so next comes my personal favorite from this batch... Picture your walking down the street with your boyfriend and you just happen to have your hand in his back pocket because well.. you like touching his butt and he likes it when you touch his butt.  Its a win win situation for both of you ... or is it?? After about 30 min of having your hand in that sorta awkward position *people who've had their hands in other peoples back pockets while walking at their side will know what I'm talking about* .. your boyfriend *or girlfriend for the guys* might still be happy with the butt touching but.. your wrist is probably in pain.  The solution?? TADA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SK9xh_5ohNI/AAAAAAAAAQI/TBMXk3rQ6Ok/s1600-h/coolinvention43kd2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SK9xh_5ohNI/AAAAAAAAAQI/TBMXk3rQ6Ok/s320/coolinvention43kd2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237529720557962450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Special jeans for hand touching butt action!! You can see how the wrist is much more comfortable vs in a situation like this&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SK9ytaxBGjI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vEm2H7HEVEM/s1600-h/23239228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SK9ytaxBGjI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vEm2H7HEVEM/s320/23239228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237531016259770930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where the wrist is sorta slanted at a strange angle. The only problem with the special jeans is that...well -.- everyone will know exactly why your pocket is turned side ways.  Sooo if you'd rather keep your love of having your bottom touched a secret... :c your poor boyfriend/girlfriend will just have to handle the pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-4369846628023316059?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/4369846628023316059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=4369846628023316059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/4369846628023316059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/4369846628023316059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-inventions.html' title='More inventions!'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SK9u9oy_tyI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/WARVqwD-CGk/s72-c/coolinvention05zv8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-545479862485895046</id><published>2008-08-22T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T18:38:51.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think....</title><content type='html'>I think ... I'm visiting other peoples blogs more than I'm visiting my own. -.- What does that mean?? D : It means... not even&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I &lt;/span&gt;find my own blog fascinating!! ...I need to find something fascinating to blog about time go Google "things to blog about" !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this is the number 1 thing the first search result told me to blog about .... &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The biggest fear around your business or industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um....well thats helpful..... =.= Well I'm a student sooo I guess my biggest fear is.. getting bad grades? D : well thats a fascinating top..... not.... k on to number 2 on the search engine list! Alright number 2 is a personal blog...with a list of 100 things the blogger wants to do =.= some examples from the list are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;6. rid myself of non-matching coffee mugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D : NO NO NO!! part of the JOY of coffee is picking which coffee mug your going to use! I have my giant red cups for when I want a giant cup of coffee.. my coffee bean mugs for when I want to trick my self into thinking I'm drinking coffee bean coffee D : my Ikea mugs because...well sometimes I can't be bothered to decide what pattern I want and those plain blue ikea mugs save me the trouble of standing at the mug cabinet for ages. :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are also the funny shaped mug.. like the dolphin mug and the Eore from Winnie the Pooh mug. This woman is crazy to want to have matching mugs!! D : ......... ok maybe for when guests come -.- .. just buy a coffee cup set lady and get it over with D : just don't throw the old ones away as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. read the Bible from beginning to end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....I'm not going to comment... that speaks for itself -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. stop picking the skin around my fingernails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o__o errr.... its good you want to stop but =.= do you have to share that on your blog??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. get a great tan every single summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: D OK this one I can relate to. Basically the rest of the list is...down hill -.- with number 100 being "finish this post and get started on this list" Nice...I think she ran out of things to list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got so caught up in the whole "throwing away un matching coffee mugs thing" that I went online to look at pictures of coffee mugs and found this. : D&lt;a href="http://www.alvinpoh.com/2007/12/05/cool-inventions-gadgets-that-make-life-easier/"&gt; A list of cool inventions.&lt;/a&gt; My personal favorites are Cookie coffee cup, Lock up coffee cup, and the TRANSPARENT TOASTER which looks pretty awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps.... the totally sell that banana shield at Daiso for 2 bucks =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-545479862485895046?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/545479862485895046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=545479862485895046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/545479862485895046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/545479862485895046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-think.html' title='I think....'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-4878211184363588760</id><published>2008-08-22T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T03:40:52.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tick Tock</title><content type='html'>Tick Tock Tick Tock. Thats the sounds of the clock ticking down my August 31st as well as x) September 4th!! VACATION TIME!!! : D Where am I going?? Phuket! For how long? 5 days : D Happy happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 days = long enough for me to get a decent tan on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 days = lots and lots of fun beach activities like... idk but fun stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 days = a proper vacation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 days = is going to be heaven : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- In case you guys havent realized.. I'm pretty excited D : I mean.. this is my first ever beach vacation! :c Usually we go places far away from water.. far away from the sun... far away from jelly fish and sharks D : ....... i might end up staying at the pool most of the trip... its safer =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-4878211184363588760?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/4878211184363588760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=4878211184363588760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/4878211184363588760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/4878211184363588760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/08/tick-tock.html' title='Tick Tock'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-1417156984992039517</id><published>2008-08-19T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T18:35:42.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:c This week is ponderous</title><content type='html'>Someone please rescue me from Vocabulary Word Hell!!! D :  Ok its not really THAT bad ... but :c there are 400 words in total and I only just and just have 50 down D : Here is a little sampling of the words : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;monotony - a dull sameness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ponderous - very dull, boring&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;reticent - quiet, untalkative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;voluble - talkative&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;succinct - brief&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So far the very best part of my SAT prep has been that my teacher person said "People who've taken Latin have an advantage when it comes to learning words" HOHOHOHO! So much for it being a useless language!! &lt;-- Thats for all the people who laughed at me for picking it : D AND just to demonstrate how handy Latin can be lets concentrate on the word ... amicable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;amicable - &lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; characterized by friendly goodwill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Now whats the Latin word for friend?? Amicus (male) and Amica (female)  AHA! thats right theres also "amica" in AMICAble  Score for the Latin learners!   o__o Latin is also present in Spanish hence the Spanish words for friend are Amigo (male) and Amiga ( female) : D Everyone go learn Latin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-1417156984992039517?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/1417156984992039517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=1417156984992039517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/1417156984992039517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/1417156984992039517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/08/c-this-week-is-ponderous.html' title=':c This week is ponderous'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-263982659193083646</id><published>2008-08-18T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T19:25:14.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chu has been MIA</title><content type='html'>Sorry I've been Missing in Action for so long blog wise. Inspiration to blog sorta just got up and left some time ago D : and well.. it still hasn't fully come back but I'm getting there!  Anyways it's time for an update on my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday Last Week -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    : D SWIMMING with kw bel and minsi! I'm not the best swimmer in the world -.- but I can float and paddle pretty ok. I don't swim that often since it dries out my hair pretty fast ( which resulted in a period of my life where i would only swim while wearing a swim cap... but then i realized how retarded i looked -.- ) but i enjoy swimming : D its fun! of course it generally more fun when you have some where to swim too -.- vs just swimming from one side of the pool to the other D : *sigh* I want to improve my swimming and learn something different then just the breast stroke. :c I CAN sorta free style but er i don't like too -.- cause i look like a flopping fish thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Last Week -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Fridays are always piano days : D which is always fun especially since xD MY NEW PIANO BOOKS ARRIVED!! =.= But i have to pay 46.50 before I can have them :c Since I didn't have any money on me I was only allowed to look at them D : ... pretty sad stuff.  Then after piano I went to meet Xinyi to go over PTF stuff and then I headed over for the Main Committee  meeting -.- no need to go into details.. I mean D : how exciting are meetings ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Saturday was my first day of SAT prep. Fun stuff?? =.= Not really.  They made us take the SAT test again D : to get an idea of "where we are" :c the test is LONG .. 4 hours long D : and due to the fact that we started a bit like since we had to do orientation first ... -.- we did all 4 hours of the test in one sitting :c with only one 5 min toilet break D :  By the end of the test I was about ready to pass out from over testing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    -.- I had to go back to the SAT prep course for the normal class from 12.30 to 4.30. We got back out test scores and I got about the same as before on my normal test so at least I know that score wasn't a fluke yay! o__o inspired by the fact that my score wasn't low I concentrated very hard in class on highlighting my notes and D : amazingly ONLY DOODLING ONE!! =.= My notes are pretty color full though... : D niiice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     D : Full day spent working on school work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday (Today)-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Full day is going to be spent on school stuff :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    OH in other news I now play Ikariam : D Its quite fun but  D : building stuff takes AGES&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-263982659193083646?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/263982659193083646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=263982659193083646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/263982659193083646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/263982659193083646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/08/chu-has-been-mia.html' title='Chu has been MIA'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-5631297177164049976</id><published>2008-08-17T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T23:28:39.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love</title><content type='html'>RULES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. You must write that title of that song down no matter how silly it sounds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone says ''is this okay?'' you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarzan and Jane - ToyBox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.= Oh yeah.. i totally see this convo happening " Hey Juulia is this ok?" " : D TARZAN AND JANE!" ............and thats when they take me to the loony bin : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would best describe your personality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantasie -Impromptu for Piano in C sharp minor by Chopin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....................................................................... alright..... soo ... im er a... idk -.- what sort of witty comment are u suppost to come up with when the ipod gives u that? D :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you like in a guy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;That Was Yesterday - foreigner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O i like my guys... er... well i like guys that are at least one day old?? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It Must Have Been Love- Roxette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: D Apparently im in love!! The flowers are blooming the birds are chirping!! .......and its also raining -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your life's purpose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I Grow Up - Pussy Cat Dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er well according to the lyrics of this sing.. lifes purpose is to grow up and drive nice cars. be in movies, and have big boobies (im not sure of the boobies part is actually in the song but this one part really really sounds like thats what they're saying -.- )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your motto?&lt;br /&gt;How Lucky We Are- Meiko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky to have all that I have in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do your friends think of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons to Love You - Meiko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D : my friends are trying very hard to think of reasons to love me!? :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughters - John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........I view them as my daughters?? .....=.= nice one ipod shuffle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about very often?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss Kiss - Chris Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL I think about kissing a lot apparently hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of your besties?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The First Cut is the Deepest - Rod Stewart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D : I think the first time they TURN AROUND AND STAB YOU IN THE BACK is the hardest to handle :c &lt;-- nah not really : D my besties wouldnt do that too me!! (naive)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of the person you like/love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Stoned- Justin Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i think about them I become love stone... i just sit there.... thinking...stoning... for hours on end D : i dont sleep i dont eat i just think... and eventually i die -.- never having told them about my looove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats Not my Name - The Ting Tings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a professional "Thats not my name " er : D WAIT! maybe i want to be a celebrity look alike!! then when people walk up to me and ask "OMB ARE YOU ____________!?" I can say casually "Thats not my name" and walk away O__O awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think when you see the person you like/love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lose Yourself - Eminem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........first of I'm to busy love stoning to ever meet them -.- BUT I'll play along with your little game ipod shuffle D : If i meet the person i like/love i would lose myself.. in what? Im not sure... maybe my mind ... maybe i'd literally become lost D : and NOT find them or maybe i'd get lost in his deep deep eyes *mind starts to wander*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do your parents think of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long Long Way from Home- Foreigner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D : My parents feel I've been drifting further from home  resulting in me now being a long long way FROM home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I Never See Your Face Again - Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............. I married on impulse D : and now that the deed is done and we're finally at the reception I'm reaaaaaallly regretting it :c stupid husband! D : If i never see your face again i dont mind!!! just give me half of your money and get out!!! D : &lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfaithful - Rhianna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok there are 3 possible reasons for why who ever coordinated my wedding picked this song reason number 1. ..... I died in a fight resulting from my unfaithful ness coming to light D : 2. ... I went after my unfaithful husband with a knife...and tripped -.- or 3. the CD with my funeral music on it was misplaced... and this was all the coordinator had D :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your hobby/interest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot Blooded - Foreigner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.= Whats with all the foreigner songs!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovers and Friends - Usher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......I'm really afraid of my lovers and my friends :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Speak - No Doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: D I like them best when they Shut up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song will be the subject when you repost?&lt;br /&gt;My Love - Justin  Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohyeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-5631297177164049976?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/5631297177164049976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=5631297177164049976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/5631297177164049976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/5631297177164049976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-love.html' title='My Love'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-4628777771268157395</id><published>2008-08-11T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:38:35.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WorkACE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SKEForvz95I/AAAAAAAAAPI/gfXDRqQrUHk/s1600-h/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SKEForvz95I/AAAAAAAAAPI/gfXDRqQrUHk/s320/logo.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233470438477395858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SKEE_HPNHxI/AAAAAAAAAPA/9v6d4-6OVVU/s1600-h/wa_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SKEE_HPNHxI/AAAAAAAAAPA/9v6d4-6OVVU/s320/wa_logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233469724302319378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Since I get asked quite a lot "What exactly does your father do?" I've decided to post the URL for my Dad's company.  There's a flash presentation on there you guys can watch : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.workace.com/"&gt;WorkACE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.qxsystems.com/"&gt;QXSystems&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-4628777771268157395?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/4628777771268157395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=4628777771268157395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/4628777771268157395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/4628777771268157395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/08/workace.html' title='WorkACE'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SKEForvz95I/AAAAAAAAAPI/gfXDRqQrUHk/s72-c/logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-240935364108033912</id><published>2008-08-05T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T20:34:39.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D : Sexist!</title><content type='html'>.........Alrighty so I'm a bit of a feminist -.- POWER TO THE WOMEN! D : Not to the extent where I consider all men sexist bastards and think about the subject with a face like this ----&gt; D : &lt; but ... enough to make me go D : "SEXIST!" when I saw these magnets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SJkbKKJINVI/AAAAAAAAAOw/yQbcHcTMbDM/s1600-h/Good+Libra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SJkbKKJINVI/AAAAAAAAAOw/yQbcHcTMbDM/s320/Good+Libra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231242303502824786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SJkbJ5AA-fI/AAAAAAAAAOo/JGEuyV5zqsc/s1600-h/Bad+Libra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SJkbJ5AA-fI/AAAAAAAAAOo/JGEuyV5zqsc/s320/Bad+Libra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231242298901199346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;D : WHY IS THE GOOD LIBRA A MAN AND THE WITCHY (... I don't generally cuss so I've come up with my own lingo ...) ONE A WOMAN!? D : sexist I tell you sexist.... I did find one magnet I really liked though LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SJkbKbyHI4I/AAAAAAAAAO4/5MGo_1_-lmg/s1600-h/Coffee+is+God.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SJkbKbyHI4I/AAAAAAAAAO4/5MGo_1_-lmg/s320/Coffee+is+God.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231242308238123906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes it is!! *bows with the other coffee slaves* All hail caffeine!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-240935364108033912?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/240935364108033912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=240935364108033912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/240935364108033912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/240935364108033912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/08/d-sexist.html' title='D : Sexist!'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SJkbKKJINVI/AAAAAAAAAOw/yQbcHcTMbDM/s72-c/Good+Libra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-8088689684546895249</id><published>2008-08-04T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T21:24:53.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'm getting a cold</title><content type='html'>I think I'm coming down with yet another cold! D : Considering I only recovered from my last one a few weeks ago... thats not really good ... I'm not sure if my nose can even handle two colds so close to one another! Time to go pop some vitamin C tablets and guy a small army of oranges to eat D :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other new's I've decided to pick up the guitar and my fingers are paying the price.  The skin isn't broken which is pretty amazing considering how long I played yesterday but the skin is ... tender? But its worth it since turns out I can play the guitar and sing at the same time.. something I find er =.= difficult at the piano for some reason. Then again I play classical piano.. and those songs usually don't have lyrics so its all good. : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still flirting with the idea of taking up either flute or violin as well ... but violin sounds -.- honestly put like crap when you first start ... like total crap D : At least with guitar you can be strumming out a relatively ok sounding series of chords within 30 min or so and flute?? .. well I've never tried to play it -.- I'm only interested because there happens to be a flute upstairs from when my mom was younger and still played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright time to go pretend to be a mathematical genius and do some work =.= Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH also I've decided to undertake two paintings the first is my  first painting of a person and the second is.. well -.- I'm going to finish my snake painting.  Here are some pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SJfV3W0oNHI/AAAAAAAAAOg/NgaiB29IBZE/s1600-h/Photo0807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SJfV3W0oNHI/AAAAAAAAAOg/NgaiB29IBZE/s320/Photo0807.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230884639209960562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        My snake painting but D : only the top part is even close to being done.. the rest of the snake isnt -.- which is why I didn't bother taking a pic of it as for the person .. u guys can see when its er nicer?? LOL ok bye! : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-8088689684546895249?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/8088689684546895249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=8088689684546895249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/8088689684546895249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/8088689684546895249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-think-im-getting-cold.html' title='I think I&apos;m getting a cold'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SJfV3W0oNHI/AAAAAAAAAOg/NgaiB29IBZE/s72-c/Photo0807.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-8769423056793411421</id><published>2008-08-03T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T20:34:55.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain...</title><content type='html'>I've never really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;liked&lt;/span&gt; rain. There's just something well... depressing about it.  Maybe its all of those dramas I've watched over the years finally taking a toll on my subconsciouses. I mean 7 out of 10 of those movies/tv shows have a sad "No! Don't leave me!" scene that takes place outside.. in the rain.. on a road or street of some sorts.  Rain just seems to give those scenes that extra "oomph" of emo that bright sunlight and cheery blue sky just don't seem to possess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I'm writing about rain since currently... its raining.  Even though I don't like rain itself ... I do enjoy the periods after rain.  When the heavy down pour slowly starts to lessen and eventually becomes just a light drizzle that slowly ceases completely.  There is a strange sort of ... almost beauty to the world after its rained.  Everything has been washed clean of the dirt, a clean slate for us to start working with.  Then the sun begins to slowly makes its way out of hiding from behind the clouds, casting soft rays of sunlight across the clean Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm sounding a little emo, but sometimes its good to write something a bit deeper. Makes me sound less like a "bimbo blonde" and more like a ... "thoughtful burnett" maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-8769423056793411421?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/8769423056793411421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=8769423056793411421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/8769423056793411421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/8769423056793411421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/08/rain.html' title='Rain...'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-6167485829642468087</id><published>2008-08-02T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T19:26:46.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Typos in my posts</title><content type='html'>=.= Iida told me yesterday while reading my blog that my entries are full of typos... I KNOW!! It's due to me not double  checking what I write until AFTER I've already posted it -.- By then I've become to lazy to fix my mistakes, aka writing vein instead if vain and yada yada D : Please read around my mistakes! However, in attempt to keep people from thinking I'm a mental retard ( which is what Iida claims I come across as ) from now on I'll be double checking my work D : Happy Iida??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er that's all I'm going to post for today ... I sorta have to go do some work now :c Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*double checks post* *makes changes* *Clicks Publish Post*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-6167485829642468087?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/6167485829642468087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=6167485829642468087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/6167485829642468087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/6167485829642468087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/08/typos-in-my-posts.html' title='Typos in my posts'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-1747548573447017044</id><published>2008-07-30T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T04:12:35.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog Skin</title><content type='html'>Sigh ... yes I have a new blog skin again -.- for some reason the old one stopped working on my comp D : kelp saying something about my photo buckt account being maxed out... UMM hello! I DON'T HAVE A PHOTO BUCKET ACCOUNT TO MAKE OUT!! D :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I haven't been blogging a lot lately since I've been wrapped up in more important things -.- mainly watching Chi on youtube and learning how to play one of Chopin's Waltzes on the piano. Chopin = my new love : D Chi = almost bigger love then Chopin! ..... ok  Chopin isn't cute and a kitten D : so maybe Chi wins this one... this btw is Chi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SJBLHGnc5MI/AAAAAAAAAOY/IQowz71cilM/s1600-h/CHI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SJBLHGnc5MI/AAAAAAAAAOY/IQowz71cilM/s320/CHI.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228761752784397506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWWWW : D CHI ROCKS MY WORLD!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-1747548573447017044?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/1747548573447017044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=1747548573447017044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/1747548573447017044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/1747548573447017044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-blog-skin.html' title='New Blog Skin'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SJBLHGnc5MI/AAAAAAAAAOY/IQowz71cilM/s72-c/CHI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-2618982580275770767</id><published>2008-07-29T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T19:53:58.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.What is your occupation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The official one or the unofficial one?? Cause... officially I'm a slacker : D who gets money of her parents ..but unofficially I teach piano, teach reading, and..er do some babysitting?? =.= ... yeah... that will look awesome on my resume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What color are your socks right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D : SOCKS!? don't mention those awful things!! they're nothing but torture devices for feet :c .... i only wear them when the shoe calls for them and believe me thats basically never since i think sneakers are even WORSE then  the socks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the beautiful sounds my dehumidifier makes while turned on max mode.. OH and my mom telling iida to get up tsk tsk iida D : its already 10.30 on a WEDNESDAY morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing that you ate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ...does coffee count as food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you drive a stick shift?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   nope.... btw i find the words "stick shift" sorta amusing hahahaha! *thinks back to fond memories* good times lads good times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were a crayon, what color would you be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; D : I dont want to be a crayon!!!! As soon as you use a crayon it begins to look icky until eventually its worn down to just a nekkid little stump of colored wax.... BLUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you spoke to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. this person who called to remind my mom of an appointment LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old are you today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6513 days old : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite drink?&lt;br /&gt;eerrr .... coffee =.= ... and after that any kind of fruit juice...and after that...  nah those two are the best :  D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite sport to watch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is Formula 1 considered a sport? D : ok i also like figure skating and gymnastics. I've also been known to watch football (soccor) on a few occasions : D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dyed your hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er its dyed right now =.= .. and i've been dying lots and lots over the years. ever since my mom iida and i tried to put blond highlights in my hair when i was like 14 years old D :  NOT A GOOD IDEA!!! when i put my hair up i had a blonde skunk stripe down the top of my head can u say attractive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: D KITTEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coffee : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in theaters?? La Misma Luna  ( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;Under the Same Moon ) very good movie and very touching -.- I got a little teary during it but techically the last movie I watched was Spiderwick Chronicles. I saw it last night .. in my TV rook : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite days of the year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uummm.... =.= is it vein of my to say my bday?? But D : i really dont know what else to pick!!  and so far every year on my bday there has been a cake and presents , cards, lots of hugs, and well that special social statues that only the bday girl or guy can claim! ... its hard to beat that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do to vent anger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;play the piano ... read a book ... play a bloody comp game that allows me to shoot at virtual people? ( ok the last one is a lie -.- but .. i guess it would work pretty well .. probably not the most healthy thing to do though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your favorite toy as a child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stuffed polar bear Nalle  : D I still &lt;3 him *Looks over at bed* : D yup he's in his seat of honor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite: fall or spring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fall : D it starts to get colder but spring is nice too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs or kisses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why not both at the same time!! I've outsmarted the survey!! .......also why do they always have this question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherries or Blueberry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I have both again?? D : cause i like fresh cherries and blueberries... pretty please?? :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want your friends to post this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- xept for Bebe none of them are even a little likely too D :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is most likely to repost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... ok you weren't paying attention when i replied the last question were you?! D : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is least likely to repost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D : IM NOT GOING TO TELL YOU!! :c not after you didn't pay attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current living situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home : D with the rents and the rest of the fam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................................................... why are all of the surveys so interested in knowing the last time i cried?? i mean... D : do they get some sort of strange .. pleasure? from finding out... D : im a little worried...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the MySpace friend you have had the longest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm probably carter and iida : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh you know ... *pervy smiley*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite smells?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... bring me lots of things to smell and then i'll tell you : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;veins D : or more accurately I'm afraid of a vein bursting and blood spewing all over the place... i'm however not afraid of blood... actually i like the color of blood -.- if thats weird.. i think its a nice bright red D : ... im seriously worried about my mental health!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plain, cheese or spicy hamburgers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plain please!..but i don't usually eat hamburgers -.- trying to limit the amount of cow I eat D : and especially the amount of pig i eat! :c poor cows.. poor pigs... D : and i'm sorry chickens and fish for sill eating you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite dog breed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@.@ I was still thinking about food so I miss read this as favorite dog brand which I automatically proccessed to mean "favorite dog food brand" D :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many years at your current job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......................don't rub in the fact that I'm a job less money lecher!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite days of the week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends whats happening that week -.- i mean.. the most exciting day is going to be my favorite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many states have you lived in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing you mean states in the United States?? hmm just Florida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever driven a Motorcycle or heavy machinery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... i drove a lawn mower once.. u know those kind u can sit on : D ... does that count?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's your favorite NFL team?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a house phone that is NOT cordless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuuup &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like finding out more about people in your life?&lt;br /&gt;...of course -.- cause yu oknow.. say many years from now I've moved in with a boyfriend.. then he turns to me and says  "Honey... I ... I like men"... well thats info I would have preferred to get before I unpacked my boxes and moved in.. in fact thats probably info that would be good to give on the first date over appetizers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes : D (.. i'm in love with Chopin -.- )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy with your life right now at this moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure : D whats not to be happy about??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-2618982580275770767?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/2618982580275770767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=2618982580275770767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/2618982580275770767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/2618982580275770767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/07/survey.html' title='Survey!'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-7538707886485488731</id><published>2008-07-23T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T10:29:06.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheep</title><content type='html'>Dear Baa Baa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I thought you deserved a name... you look like a very friendly sheep. : D I especially like your flower thing.. is it natural? Anyways from now on I'm going to direct my posts to you ... or at least start them off by saying "Dear Baa Baa" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I'm going to tell you about the last few days during which apparently I got ( in Bel's words) a new squeeze. :c I'm addressing this because well... I don't want any single and good looking guys who read my blog to think I'm taken D : On the contrary I'm very much NOT taken!! ......and I sorta need to end that within the next 2 weeks so that I win my bet against Bel. ( My phone number is 5555-1732 and I live at 15 Sugar Daddy Wanted Street, Singapore) Just call me up eligible older men or drop me a line or two.  You can always leave a message on my tag board too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ....any ways the last few days have been pretty un-eventful. Meet Bel and her friend Ah Lim on ..........Monday.  We went to play pool and I intro - ed them to a coffee shop ( D : I KNOW I"M AN ADDICT OK?! ... i know where to get my daily shoots...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Alright Baa Baa is 1.30 am I better hit the hay : D Love, Chu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-7538707886485488731?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/7538707886485488731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=7538707886485488731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/7538707886485488731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/7538707886485488731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/07/sheep.html' title='Sheep'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-7525978049428118665</id><published>2008-07-20T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T19:23:53.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blog's New Look</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I'm going to start a new type of blog... a more..  diary looking blog.  That's why I've gone ahead and changed your blog skin : D Give me a few days to get everything back into order. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-7525978049428118665?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/7525978049428118665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=7525978049428118665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/7525978049428118665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/7525978049428118665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-blogs-new-look.html' title='My Blog&apos;s New Look'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-3971036678738720294</id><published>2008-07-20T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T08:33:39.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blogs Slow Death</title><content type='html'>I always thought that it would be the eventual full stop of posts that killed my blog.. but it appears to be the fast approaching full stop of blog readers that will result in an early death for my beloved blog!  Bel has been commenting for a while now that my blog is dead.. and I've been denying it.. saying that only my tag board is dead. However, I just went to take a peek at my secret stat counter and D : what Bel has been saying is sadly true... only 9 unique people have visited my blog today! D :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I MUST REVIVE MY BLOG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-3971036678738720294?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/3971036678738720294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=3971036678738720294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/3971036678738720294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/3971036678738720294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-blogs-slow-death.html' title='My Blogs Slow Death'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-5069475867742357506</id><published>2008-07-19T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T05:27:07.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Low Low Low Low Low Low Low Low</title><content type='html'>You have to sing the title like the low low part from the Low song (you all know the one I'm talking about). I actually don't really feel like blogging right now... but the sight of my blog with out a new post is even more depressing then blogging  ... so here I am... typing away sadly at my computer keys.. trying to think of something non- emo to blog about. -.- and ..  finding it very hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok time to snap out of my sorta depressed mode and into a more happy "Have some energy Juulia!" mode. I'll share with you guys the events of this week... more specifically the events of this Friday.. more  specifically still the events that happened while I was at the Magic Box performance at Esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so my mom bought tickets for all of us kids and her to go see the Magic Box yesterday ( my dad had some business dinner thing he had to go too so he couldn't come with us ;c ) any who I'm going to share with you guys the part of the show I found the most amusing.  Ok so picture the stage at Esplanade in your head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now picture the two main characters of the play Priscilla and her father Lawrence.. both of them magicians and both of them about to perform a very very VERY dangerous trick ...... sawing a person in half! BUT unlike the traditional version of the trick where the person being sawed in half is.. well a woman.. Priscilla decides to put her own twist on the act and saw a man in half .... with the help of 8 nurses LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So imagine the guy they pick comes onto stage which is quickly swarmed by all the dancers dressed up in those "sexy nurses outfits" and then they "examine him" and do a little dance number.  All the while the guy is standing there looking like this ---&gt; 8 D  shaking his head happily "yes" when he's asked if he likes what he sees LOL seriously that guy was having the time of his life -.- and I'm pretty sure all the guys in the theater were secretly wishing they were in his shoes ... at least thats what the body language of all the males in the audience was telling me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know.. they were sorta sitting on the edge of their seats peering down with 100 percent attention compared to the 30 percent they gave throughout the rest of the show -.- of course a lot of the girl friends were sitting far back in their seats with their arms crossed in front of their chests... obviously mentally planning the speech they'd deliver to their boyfriends/husbands upon reaching the car/home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but really its a brilliant marketing move for any other magic shows that they put on because now they've imprinted this image in men's minds that if they come.. they'll get to see good looking women dressed up in skimpy themed clothes flaunting over regular guys and doing suggestive dance moves.. next year they should just put a cop badge on the posters and all the men will mentally go "YES!! ITS COPS THIS YEAR XD" and rush home to tell their girlfriend/wife that they want to take them out for a night at the theater... they should probably write on the poster "with more dancers!" or something like that... you know.. cause added motivation to purchase tickets is never bad for business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any who I'm going to leave you guys with two nice song : D Say it Again by Marie Digby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9F9q_k5TWqo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9F9q_k5TWqo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-5069475867742357506?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/5069475867742357506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=5069475867742357506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/5069475867742357506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/5069475867742357506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/07/feeling-low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low.html' title='Feeling Low Low Low Low Low Low Low Low'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-3243723987399931191</id><published>2008-07-15T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T09:08:30.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>: D Here's some random photos of my family I've taken during the last few months. Wee! I like taking photos.. I just don't like having photos taken of me -.- D : I need to get a better camera I mean.. I took all these with my hand phone cam!!!!! =.= Hence the low quality. K they aren't photo shopped but I did play with the contrast a bit : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SHzEAWyrIlI/AAAAAAAAANw/E-lYCQBC6wk/s1600-h/Photo0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SHzEAWyrIlI/AAAAAAAAANw/E-lYCQBC6wk/s320/Photo0096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223265178240098898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SHzEAV7WvBI/AAAAAAAAAN4/pNbpctSVeTc/s1600-h/Photo0098.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SHzEAitB2vI/AAAAAAAAAOA/V5YlkzmkXDE/s1600-h/Photo0120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; 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OH and after that ... a pillow! : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you fill this out without lying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............. yes...... but for all you know O__O im lying right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you involved with anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mhm about 5 or so guys  ... who i hope dont read my blog.. but in case they do : D hi honeys! i mean honey! just forget this answer ok??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you take your ex back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would u take back yours?? hmm hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you wish you were right now ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm some where more exciting D : probably with ______ at the _____ doing _________ while riding on a sea bass.... i mean on a _______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should you be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er school?? but after this i plan to go play a comp game : D and THEN do some work wee! i have my priorities set correct alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anything bothering you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...not really but i just sorta realized how long and boring this survey thing is -.- but since ive already answered some of your stupid questions.. i guess i might as well finish what i started D : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like elevators?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeelll id like them more if they were.. interesting? i mean... whats there really to like about them? They're small...and if they DO have music in them its that boring elevator music thats even worse then hold music ... but ive got nothing AGAINST them ... i mean they save me the trouble of having to climb the many many flights of stairs to my house every day ... ok im rambling D :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a bad influence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes :c im the worse influence... i dont smoke i dont drink i dont club i dont party!! D : WHAT PARENT WOULD WANT THEIR CHILD TO HANG OUT WITH ME!!!..... ok actually its more that the kids might not want to hang out with me -.- im such a good influence... im bad &lt; --  bullc**p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night out or night in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm depends who its a night in/night out with if you get my drift wowo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you share a drink with a stranger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;define stranger?? some random guy whos like "hey wana share a drink??" cause...that sounds pretty...well stupid? =.= i mean... who does that?? also o___o what stranger is going to ask you to share a drink with them? only a crazy one!! -.- do you really want to associate with a mentally unstable person?? think before you drink people... think before you drink &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you visited in the hospital?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm well : D i visited the doctor!! sure i had to pay for that visit.. but -.- thats the only thing i can think of D : other then that i think the last time i really "visited" someone was when i went to sing Christmas carols for some cancer patients .. but that was a few years ago already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last hug?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm...... OK im going to go get a hug from someone when im done writing this!!! D :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last high-five?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............a high five too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thrown shoes on a telephone wire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure im a real delinquents o__o im so bad ass i threw my OWN shoes over the wire... or i tried to but then they fell down and hit someone on the head  OHYEAH! D : can u handle cool of that aptitude!? i dont think so D : !! ( this is all lies -.- i THOUGH about doing that but D : it seems like a waste of shoes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm well i havent had a hug or high five for over a week :c so with just this info i can determine that life is not going according to plan D : i should be high fived at 5 every 5 days!! and hugged as often as possible :c in fact i should be locked in a hug right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explain why you last threw up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm..... -.- ur really really really messed up survey question maker person D : why do you want to know this!? just to piss you off ....... : D im not gonna tell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you been pulled over by the police?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; im like mclovin from Superbad : D me and the cops go waaayyy back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er no not really -.- whats the point?? lovin is my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like anyone right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told you ... lovin is my way! : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you have a valentine this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;survey person... i hate to be the bringer of bad news but ... its July 14th.... Valentines Day for this year is... over D : I'm Sorry!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you easily tell if someone is fake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er well.. there are a few tell tale signs such as the fact that they are generally .... not real -.- i had been tricked by a few plastic mannequins but D :  they looked so real!! usually i can determine if something is living or not though u see O__O fake humans... dont have pulses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's your love life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what love life?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the person you like worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- u like to ask person question survey maker person.. first the question about the puking and now this?? D : what are you up too?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your number three tells you their pregnant, you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my number 3 wife?? D : SHE KNOWS BETTER THEN TO NOT USE PROTECTION!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever kissed your number 2 on myspace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c... have i ever kissed you?? hmm... i dont think i have but wowo thats easy to fix!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever date the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah its like i told bel -.- the last person i kissed was a random stranger at a club and what did i get in thanks?? D: MY STUPID COLD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your sister a slut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Iida a slut?? D : i hope not!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was your default picture taken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im starting to think that this survey was not originally made to be put on a blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone deserves a second chance right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing 15 minutes ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- i was probably answering question 3 of this survey D : ITS DAMN LONG! whats wrong with you survey question maker!? don't you have a life to live!? ... actually i should ask myself that question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you any good at English or math?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math = hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any plans for Saturday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup yup will i share them? not with you survey guy D : im pissed off at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you looking forward to next month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next month is August... im looking forward to.. not much actually -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever liked someone that treated you badly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your current hair color your natural hair color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er nope its dyed D : idk WHAT my natural color is!! .... its been so long...so long....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the fourth person on your top friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im to lazy to go check : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you at 10pm last Friday night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm at home sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever seen you in your underwear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously all of my current boyfriends -.- and some other people who i wont name.. basically everyone xept you survey guy and maybe u blog reader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What woke you up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything you wish you could tell someone but can't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah... i wish i could tell Chad Michael Murry he's married to me but... -.- he just wont listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's this week been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taxing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you hung out one on one with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secret wowo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last awkward moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.= it was awkward hence.. im not going to share it on my blog : D pissed of at you survey person remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been pressured to do anything lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about your hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it keeps my scalp warm in winter time?? of course we live in Singapore... but in case i move away.. i want to be prepared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you typically a jealous person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope im not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone that smokes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.= survey guy...what world do you live in? D : a magical world where everyone is smart and cares about their health?? TAKE ME THERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you dreamed of someone that wasn't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i usually dream about other people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened at 10:00 am today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to my daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the next place you will travel to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm if i dont travel before Sep 4th then... Thailand but if i DO travel before.. i hope its somewhere awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you kiss the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do people generally kiss people survey person?? -.- use that brain im 10 percent positive you have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever worn the opposite sex's underwear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup yup sometimes i sleep in boxers -.- i mean.. its sorta common survey person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you cried today at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope... unless i cried in my sleep... but -.- im preeeeetttyy sure i didnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 8:00 this morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not sure.. i might have been sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days ago while watching Miss Potter D : sad sad movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you say sexy a lot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell no i dont say sexy a lot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any gay friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that i know of which is a shame since they're so sexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you against them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope they're sexy remember?? anything sexy attracts me.. i think due to the sexy factor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is something you currently want right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well id love to meet a sexy and gay guy... or a sexy and straight guy.. im not really picky -.- after all my chances with either are about the same ... unless somehow i become sexy in which case i might get lucky one night after the sexy straight guy has had to many sex on the beaches (drink ppl) and his other sexy buddies are .. ok im going to stop saying sexy now&lt;br /&gt;..........sexy sexy sexy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to get married &amp;amp; have children one day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still think about your exs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you still think about yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the weather like today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singaporean &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you dating your boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because his name is bob and hes a builder OH and cause hes sexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person of the opposite sex that you talked to?&lt;br /&gt;(LOL im going to keep carters answer because i find it funny he thinks is DAD is of the opposite sex as him =.= c.. c.. c.. u've got to work on your reading D : or maybe your gender identification... idk where it all went wrong for you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad i think&lt;br /&gt;maybe pop&lt;br /&gt;idk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like sushi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looove sushi : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Own bright colored underwear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm yes?? do you survey guy perhaps have a fetish of some sort.. first u ask if we've worn the underwear of the opposit gender and now this question about underwear color... its ok.. just admit it and move on ok?  : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you wrestled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh ages ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to cuddle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er yes...yes i do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you ate grilled cheese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm i think probably a month or two ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regret doing anything in the past week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOH BOY DO I EVER!!! D : my third wife wouldnt be pregnant if id been more careful!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many kids do you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.... since my wife is having a child.. im going to have at least one apparently -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone call you babe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup yup : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you drank?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coffeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;growing and selling vegetables : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 30th , 1990&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever told someone you loved them and meant it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name and middle name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juulia Amalie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What holiday is your birthday closest to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my birthday is closest to... my birthday : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite flavored Pie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pick no favorites among my pies... i dont want one to feel less loved then another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it bother you when someone says they will call you and they don't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people always call me when they say they will... always ... im just that loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you allergic to anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes .. stupid people ; D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you went swimming?&lt;br /&gt;hmm a few weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like cheesecake?&lt;br /&gt;its ok....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you talked 2 on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mommy : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any strange pets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a cat.. but he IS strange!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the main ringtone on your cell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarzan and Jane by ToyBox LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite show at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Cliff last night : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was the last house you went besides your house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm... im not sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you comfortable with your height?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh its ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How tall are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im actually not sure =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is something that really annoys you?&lt;br /&gt;really long survey's : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite movies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh this is the hardest question on here D : which is why im not going to answer hohohoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite flower?&lt;br /&gt;hmm anything pretty : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a best friend of the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c!!! D : WHOS BEEN MISSING FOR A FEW DAYS!!! where r u c?? ;c im worried somethings happened to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to travel by plane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup it adds to the "ive just traveled" feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right-handed or Left-handed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many pillows do you sleep with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 sometimes 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you missing someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a Tattoo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope but i want one D :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything on your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm ... the Barbie Girl song : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your hair?&lt;br /&gt;blondish : D  vote 4  blondes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-1944222020747465691?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/1944222020747465691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=1944222020747465691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/1944222020747465691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/1944222020747465691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/07/whats-your-favorite-thing-to-have-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-8557005026748211787</id><published>2008-07-11T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T03:41:02.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;As in on cue I looked up to see my step-mother standing at my door way. She wasn't a tall woman or an extremely beautiful one, but there was something about the way she held herself and the set of her jaw line that demanded peoples attention.  As soon as Camellia and I felt her presence in the room we both froze in mid flight ...or in Camellia's case mid flight and mid word.  Her mouth still shaped to form a very vulgar word, Camellia turned to facer her mother. Quickly composing her self, she marched over to her mothers side and started nagging at her to do something about me. Silencing her daughter with a swift wave of her hand my step-mother turned to face me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“Alana .. what is this?” she asked in that cold and icy voice of hers, “I asked you to do one simple little task and you couldn't even get that one right. Didn't I specifically tell you to air Camellia's dress out and lay it out on her bed?”  I turned my face towards the floor and clasped my hands in front of me. “Yes...” I replied trying to keep the vexation out of my voice.  Numerous other run ins with my “mother dearest” had taught me that any sign of emotion only served to intensify the punishment I'd  receive later.  “Yes what?” my step-mother asked her voice dipping lower in a mensing manner.   For seemingly petite and kind woman, at least in the eyes of popular society, the malicious energy around her was almost admirable. “Yes Ma'am” I replied grudgingly.   I'd have been much happier calling her the “Wicked Witch” or “Evil Step Mother”, but common sense told me that infuriating my step-mother further was not the wisest course of action.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“And did you do as I asked?” my step – mother continued.   At this point I looked up from the floor and into her eyes , “Yes Ma'am ” I replied , “ I aired out Camellia's dress and I also placed it on her bed.” From the tightening of her mouth, I could tell my step-mother wasn't exactly happy with my smart ass reply. “Very well... if you don't want to own up to what you've done to the dress you'll just have to pay the price,” she informed me gathering her skirt up in her hands and turning to leave, “ Do supper tonight and make sure Camellia's dress is as good as new before we get home.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I was prepared for this sort of punishment.. my step-mother seemed to enjoy depriving me of food.  Camellia how ever was not satisfied with her mother's punishment “But Mommy!” she pleaded, “She ruined the dress! My favorite one! The little monster has to be punished Mommy!” Bitch I thought under my breath I AM being punished! Alright ... so not exactly the worst punishment or the most thought out ( After all the cook IS my old nurse which makes it pretty easy for me to get bits and pieces of food when I get hungry) but a punishment non the less.  My step-mother thought adored her daughter, and anything Camellia wanted she got .. including a more dramatic punishment for me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“Alright Camellia dear,” she said briskly, “What sort of punishment do you want to give Alana?” I watched as Camellia's brow wrinkled in concentration.  As the seconds ticked away at became minutes I was happy to note that apparently Camellia's private lessons with her foreign tutors hadn't done anything to solve her... intellect problem. You see Camellia is a prime example of “good looks...and not much else going for the poor girl” syndrome.  She had the ability to make a man trip and stumble over his words with just a single glance his way, but things like say... words, math, and generally just life confused her.  Obviously Camellia's lack of intellect was something very amusing to me.  She might have gotten the better looks, loving (though evil) parent, and my bedroom, but at least I got the functioning brain.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Eventually when even my step-mother's patience had begun to run thin, Camellia had a light bulb moment by her standards, a stroke of pure genius.  Turning to her mother she said, “Mommy make Alana come with me to court for my first season! Make her come as my..” She paused her to giggle slight under her breath before continuing, “...maid!” Camellia, still giggling to herself, clapped her hands together obviously over joyed that she'd managed to think of such a punishment for me.  Internally I cringed.  I'd heard enough tales from the personal attendants of some of the more “well-breed” family's daughters to know that going to court was no picnic for any maid.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I've always felt they should just calling “going to court” what it really is... “going to hunt for a husband”. Not just any husband of course ... someone of higher social rank then you who made a substantial amount of money and had at least two houses. Love had nothing to do with “going to court” in fact love would work in your disadvantage if you fell for the wrong man. No... going to court was purely business.  The season consisted of four mothers of balls and parties, horse carriage rides through picture perfect gardens, and heightened hopes for marital (or financial) bliss for the young noble women, but non stop orders for their heired help.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“Or in my case enslaved help,” I thought, sure that my step-mother would approve of Camellia's request.  To my surprise she replied instead with “ Camellia dear, Mommy would love to send that wretched girl away with you to act as your little ... maid, but Rupert says he won't allow it.”   was delighted and slightly disturbed to hear that Rupert, my father, was 1. at least aware of my existence but 2. not disturbed that his step-wife thought it normal to ask him if her daughter could keep his daughter as a servant.  “Instead..” my step-mother continued obviously disgusted by the news she was about to deliver, “He insists that his unsightly, disrespectful, pathetic excuse for a woman daughter&lt;i&gt; also &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;takes part in this coming season.”  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;The surprise I'd felt at the proof that my father still remember my existence was nothing to the shock I received upon hearing that I was to take part in the season with Camellia.  While I wouldn't mind having the nice gowns and roomy bedchamber that went along with a season at court, they weren't motivation enough to make mer forget the main objective of the season... to find a husband ASAP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of being dolled up and then sold of like some sort of piece of meat didn't exactly fill my heart with the kind of joy it seemed to with Camellia.  Collecting my thought's quickly I caught my step- mothers eye ,watching as a smirk spread across her face. She continued to talk, “ I'm not that fond of you my dear and nothing in this world would thrill me more than to send you off and have you married to some low life scum bag within the year.  The only reason I'm not jumping up and down with joy at the moment is that your father insists that you and Camellia travel together and above all else share a maid!  The man knows nothing!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;  Even I had to admit that my father showed lack of judgment... if I was going to be forced to go under his mandate the least he could do was not force me to have any more contact with Camellia then necessary!  Of course I'd resist going for as long as possible but, knowing my usual tendencies it wouldn't be long before I was talked, wrestled, and eventually made to agree to go.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-8557005026748211787?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/8557005026748211787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=8557005026748211787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/8557005026748211787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/8557005026748211787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/07/as-in-on-cue-i-looked-up-to-see-my-step.html' title=''/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-8174051864566760616</id><published>2008-07-10T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T01:27:15.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuing the Story</title><content type='html'>Story Continued-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Anyways, in case your like my best friend and are currently asking yourself, “ Who in their right mind just gives up their bedroom?” I'd like to take this time to defend my self. I did NOT just hand over the bedroom!  I did everything I could think of to remain in control of my own room, including resorting to writing to my father and throwing a temper tantrum. (A low I'd always told myself I would never sink too)  But eventually after many days locked in the basement of our house and numerous nights without supper, I reluctantly admitted defeat. Camellia had the support of her mother, the mistress of the house while I...I had the support of the cook who used to be my nanny.  You do the math on which one of us had the unfair advantage.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Closing the doors to my bedroom behind me I sat down onto my bed and removed from my night stand the one thing I'd been able to salvage from my room, my mother's childhood book of fairy tales.  Even in the dim light of attic bedroom I could see the emerald green cover of that beloved book.  It didn't exactly glow, but non the less its seemed to cast a sort of light over the plain walls and to bring a sense of peace to my mind.  I gently stroked my hand down the side of the books spine before I pushed open the cover.  Leafing through the pages I found my favorite story, the story Nanny had told me my mother had named me after , Alana bringer of Harmony.  A little cheesy I'll admit but what can you expect from a children's book?  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I' ve never felt I deserved the name my mother picked out for me. Alana means harmony, stone, as well as noble.  I'm hardly the bringer of harmony , note the temper tantrum I was forced to have, and as for being a stone .. well I think they mean firm of mind, again not the worlds best description of me... the noble part of course seems to fit.  But only because I happen to have been born into a noble family .. not because I've shown that I am noble, something very different.  It might seem a little stupid to want to live up your name, but besides the furniture, book, and a few pieces of jewelry ... I have nothing else of my mother left.  I want to make her proud of the daughter she died to give birth too... of the daughter who she named after her favorite childhood story.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I was jerked out my day dreams about my mother by my bedroom door being violently swung open and an enraged Camellia rushing in. “ You low life!,” she screamed as she stormed at me, “You good for nothing little whore!” Swiftly swooping and dodging to avoider her advances I made a rush for the door a slight smile on my lips.  Playing pranks on Camellia had become on my favorite hobbies lately.  “How could you?! My most beautiful dress... ruined!!” Yeah.. thats right she was so worked up over a dress ... then again it wasn't just any dress I'd gotten my hands on but the dress she'd been planning to wear to a dinner party Camellia and her mother where due to go to in an hour or so. I felt a ting of remorse creep into my mind but I swiftly reminded myself of what a witch my opponent was.  “Camellia I swear it wasn't me!” I pleaded.  No use confirming her accusations.  The part of the game that made it so much fun was attempting to get away with the crime... something I had thus far been unable to do. “It wasn't you you say!? If it wasn't you then who was it you ....” Still ducking and dodging I tuned Camellia out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Her dress wasn't even ruined! All I'd done was wrinkle it a little here and there .... and maybe un stitched a few bows... and a few buttons... but nothing that couldn't easily be fixed! I knew I'd be made to pay when my step-mother learned of what I'd done, but was it worth it to watch Camellia flying around my little room like a screaming banshee, her beautiful face contoured in anger and her blonde main of curls flying behind her as she ran and jump!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-8174051864566760616?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/8174051864566760616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=8174051864566760616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/8174051864566760616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/8174051864566760616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/07/continuing-story.html' title='Continuing the Story'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-9017540139353816509</id><published>2008-07-06T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T21:09:01.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story</title><content type='html'>OK! I'm going to write a story! Why? Because I feel my blog has become more and more shallow over the months that I've had it.. and thats saying quite a lot since -.- it wasn't all that deep to begin with.  Now dont worry!! This isn't going to be another one of those posts where I complain about how un-deep my blog is and then =.= .... write another none deep post. NO! I've finally come to terms with the fact that... D : I just don't enjoy writing deep things on my blog and that every time I attempt to write something deep... its still relatively shallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No... this post is going to be a story ... a story about something I haven't decided on yet... maybe a fairy tale of sorts because I like fairy tales.  I think I'll need pictures! nah ... if I start to search online for the perfect characters I'll never finish my story -.- OK! Time to get to work. Hmm maybe a new twist on an old story would be good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chu Chu's Adventures in Writing Fiction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One..two...three. I counted slowly under my breath, my head turned downwards to watch my feet as they made their slow journey up the gravel driveway.  The counting helped to clear my mind.. mainly of the idea of turning around and heading back the way I'd come. Four... five...six. "Just keep counting," I told myself over and over again, "Don't think about it.. just keep counting." In case dear reader your wondering what exactly I was dreading so much ... it was arriving at home.  Well... what I'd been told to call home anyways, because take my word for it ... the people waiting for me at the end of the lane were not my idea of "the picture perfect family".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary over the 6 months I'd had the.. pleasure of knowing them, they had become my idea of living hell! At first, when my father had introduced me to his new wife and her daughter, I'd been full of hope.  Even my new step-sister's snide comments had sounded like music to my ears after years of living alone with no one but my nanny and occasionally my father for company.  But over time I'd come to realize that my new "mother's" and "sister's" harsh words and ice cold glances were not ( as I'd imagined they were ) some sort of strange initiation ceremony into their midsts but rather... just their usual attitued towards anyone who they saw as "lowly". In actuality it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they &lt;/span&gt;who we're below &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me &lt;/span&gt;but in their minds eye they were each a queen and nothing , not even my family's waster fortune or the fact that they were only saved from bankruptcy by my step-mothers marriage to my father, would convince them other wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One would assume that my father would have had something to say about his new step-wife's and step-daughter's cold attitude towards me but ... my father has never been the affectionate type ... at least not after my mothers death.  Before that , according to my nanny, he was quite the affectionate man but since my mother died giving birth to me ... I never had a chance to enjoy that mans company.    Nanny always told me that he grew so cold because he blamed himself for his wifes death but its always seemed more likely to me that he blames everyone &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but &lt;/span&gt;himself.. and that everyone includes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually at the count of 45 I arrived at home and letting myself in through the side door I walked into the kitchen and gave my old Nanny a kiss on the cheek.  Then with a grin on my face I grabbed one of the cookies she'd been in the process of removing from the oven and doing a strange "Man this cookie is hot" dance headed up the stairs to my bedroom.  To be 100 percent accurate I was heading to my new, much smaller and void of almost all furniture bedroom. My old much large, finely furnished one had become the sanctuary of my new sister as soon as my father had left on one of his infamous business trips to who knows where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; It wasn't material comforts of that room I missed so much but rather the fact that the room had once belonged to my mother when she was a young girl living in this house with her family. The room was still exactly as she had left it, a present she had been planning to give to her first born daughter.  It bothered me immensely to think of my step-sister, Camellia, sleeping in her bed and storing her ghastly clothes in her closet.  Alright so “ghastly” may be a tad of an overstatement.. or more a down right lie since Queen &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Camellia&lt;/span&gt; would never have allowed herself to be seen in anything but the finest of clothes.  I've always believed it was this love for finery that lead to the fore mentioned bankruptcy of Camellia and her mother.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TO BE CONTINUED WHEN I HAVE TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/8393146355590398501-9017540139353816509?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/9017540139353816509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=9017540139353816509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/9017540139353816509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/9017540139353816509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/07/story.html' title='Story'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-5801596770865206419</id><published>2008-07-04T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T03:41:13.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging about Important Things</title><content type='html'>Todays post is about my new loooooooooove ( btw you have to SAY it like that -.- it amplifies the love by *counting the number of Os* 10!) well... actually loves.  One of my loves is an old one... and the other a new one.  Lets talk about the newest one first!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I've developed a liking for ..... Para Para Paradise. Alright... so all of my Singaporean readers will know what Para Para is but... my other readers might not. =.= I can't be bothered to explain it in detail but... think of it as .... DDR for your hands?  On Thursday (yesterday) Bel and I went to have a PTF meeting AND play Para Para : D FUN STUFF!  We also found cute flip flops wee! Which I've been showing to everyone =.= I even told my piano teacher about them D : ........... well they have music notes on them! So... theres sort of a connection......sorta......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D : Talking about piano... I just found out that the audition I'm going to in Sep... is going to have a lot of little kids... and the only other older students going D : ARE DIPLOMA STUDENTS!  =.= Why in the world does my teacher want me,a lowly grade 6 whos -.- the ripe old age of 18, to go!? D : Ok ok not to worry! I shall practice hard!! I will play at a 6.5 standard and impress the crowd because well... they won't be expecting much from me -.- .... it doesnt help that I look older then I am... D : "Look Mommy! : D I can play better then that 26 year old on stage!!" Oh well -.- I get to wear a dress O__O and play on a grand piano....a GRAND PIANO!! *starry eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok on to my second love! DDR!!! Dance Dance Revolution!! My first encounter with  DDR happened many years ago.... at my 12 year old selfs best friends house...Actually I never realized before but O___O she was Asian! Her family was from China! She spoke Chinese D : For some reason I kept thinking that my Singaporean friends were the first "Asians" I'd befriended but .... =.= my BEST FRIEND from back then was Asian!! D :  OK back to DDR : D she had one of those DDR dance mats! weeeee FUN FUN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways at the arcade was a DDR machine where me and Bebe BATTLED IT OUT!! ohyeah!.... I think I lost D : Then we played solo for the rest of the matches.  If anyone has a DDR machine at home O__O consider me officially your bestfriend/lover/wife...........husband... for a DDR machine id be willing to be someones husband if i had to be......./sister ... ok you guys get the picture. I suck at DDR but : D Its fun!! Ok I leave you guys with my weird sighting of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SG393WOcAdI/AAAAAAAAAMY/s3nHqnfnpsc/s1600-h/Photo0460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SG393WOcAdI/AAAAAAAAAMY/s3nHqnfnpsc/s320/Photo0460.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219106670493041106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....thats right... shoes... and where did i find them?? at the bus stop O__O somewhere in singapore..... there is a man... walking without his shoes D : they look quite nice too.. like they might be leather -.- obviously i didnt pick them up to check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Juulia/Documents/Bluetooth%20Exchange%20Folder/Photo0460.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-5801596770865206419?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/5801596770865206419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=5801596770865206419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/5801596770865206419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/5801596770865206419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/07/blogging-about-important-things.html' title='Blogging about Important Things'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SG393WOcAdI/AAAAAAAAAMY/s3nHqnfnpsc/s72-c/Photo0460.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-9020621410926311312</id><published>2008-07-02T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T08:55:14.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Dear Friend!</title><content type='html'>Hello Blogger my dear friend!! It's been quite some time since we've communicated.   Sure I've come on to cast a few glances at you... but I haven't taken the time to sit down and really catch up with you. :c I'm sry blog.. but I promise to make it up to you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has passed by in a blur.  @.@ On more than one occasion I found myself thinking it was earlier in the week then it actually was, proving that yes.... to much studying CAN fry the brain. D : Currently I'm running on what I like to think of as my "low energy consumption mode".  I find myself getting tiered more easily and going to bed before 2 am because D : its just impossible for me to stay away!! All the studying also seems to have fixed the problem of me waking up all the time at night... I've never slept so soundly or dreaded getting out of bed so much -.- The reason is that I've been rushing to get my stuff sent to my teacher and now finally ..... IM DONE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: D My latin course is officially over for the year!! Wee! =.= Now I just have to finish the others....what fun.... OH! In Chu Chu Land news... I'm getting contacts! : D I went to the eye doctors on Tuesday and they did all sorts of funny things. -.- Like they blew air into my eyes which I sorta hated .... D : I told the lady so too. :c Why did they have to do it like 8 times!? And then the doctor checked to see if it was color blind (: D PASS ) and if I could see 3D images (PASS!) and then he put yellow eye drops in my eyes D : Which stung! And then he told me I had beautiful eyes ( ohyeah doctor D : first you shine bright lights in my eyes and blow air in them and dye them yellow and THEN you try and butter me up by saying I have nice looking eyes!? .... : D why thank you) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was home to do some more work -.- And now here I am on Wed. night ...........O___O BREAKING NEWS!! BEBE HAS GONE CRAZY!! she just sent this to me on IM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BELALA "BEBE" G: AZARATH METRION ZINTHOS!!! (AND YOU DIE) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;TARZAN AND JANEEEEEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BELALA "BEBE" G: AZARATH METRION ZINTHOS!!! (AND YOU DIE) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ROFL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BELALA "BEBE" G: AZARATH METRION ZINTHOS!!! (AND YOU DIE) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;OH YO EE YO EE YAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BELALA "BEBE" G: AZARATH METRION ZINTHOS!!! (AND YOU DIE) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I AM JANE AND I LOVE TO RIDE AN ELEPHANT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juulia says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;LOL!!!   what in the world are you listening tooo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BELALA "BEBE" G: AZARATH METRION ZINTHOS!!! (AND YOU DIE) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;COME BABY COME I WILL TAKE YOU FOR A SWING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BELALA "BEBE" G: AZARATH METRION ZINTHOS!!! (AND YOU DIE) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;LETS GO HONEY I AM TINKLING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;( I'm pretty sure the actually lyrics don't say tinkling because.... eerr that slang in the US for going pee =.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!! OK she sent me the song : D I LIKE!!!!!!!!!! Tarzan is the only man for me!!! Sry but no one else will do after hearing this song... the only problem is Jane D : I can't ride an elephant like she apparently loves to do.  Please listen : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P0aXY2pM2sA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P0aXY2pM2sA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys haven't realized yet... I'm easily excited by things. : D TARZAN IS HANDSOME TARZAN IS STRONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-9020621410926311312?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/9020621410926311312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=9020621410926311312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/9020621410926311312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/9020621410926311312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-dear-friend.html' title='Hello Dear Friend!'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-7007309772027328061</id><published>2008-06-27T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T04:12:07.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>: D well I didn't flunk my SATs!! YAY! NO FLUNKING!! But =.= I'll still have to retake as planned because well... I WANT TO SCORE HIGHE D : I got 1880 ( : D OK not the greatest score but better then the 1300 I was worried I'd score and considering all I did to study was take a few practice tests and stress... woohoo! I'm quite happy) I scored as following....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;730 for Critical Reading ( : D My favorite section! Next aim?? 750 to 800!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;510 for Math ( =.= My least favorite subject... I think I rushed a bit to much and made stupid mistakes @.@ Its my trade mark move when it comes to math D : Ok not to worry! I SHALL UP IT!!! Next aim? PERFECT 800!! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;640 for Writing ( Hmmm... I'm not sure what part I didn't do well on .. BUT! I'll get to the root of the problem AND UP IT!! Next aim? at least 700! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can score my aims that means I'll get around ....2200 or so ... O__O believe me.. if I can get over 2200... I'll be so happy I might just go out and party all night... OK maybe not but I'll probably jump up and down with joy and run around like a crazy person If I score 2000 to 2200 I'll .... grin like a crazy person : D ...... maybe jump once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly D : the best way to up my score is to start going to a special SAT prep course =.= Lucky me.... but if they can fix my math problem and up my other scores by juuust a bit I WILL LOVE THOSE GUYS FOREVER! Seriously -.- especially the math... D : I'm not bad at math I swear! I get it! I just ... really don't like it =.= .... its... boring? D :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-7007309772027328061?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/7007309772027328061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=7007309772027328061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/7007309772027328061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/7007309772027328061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/06/d-well-i-didnt-flunk-my-sats-yay-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-9211339255062026405</id><published>2008-06-25T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:24:10.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Love</title><content type='html'>Jon Mclaughlin rocks my socks!!! D : You know that guy who sings the So Close song from Enchanted?? I think I've heard all his songs now!! GO LISTEN PPL! It's nice I tell you NICE. My two favorite songs are Human and So Close : D Ok moving on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new personal mission....... get a tan!! D : During my 18 years I have never once had a tan! Ok maybe a farmers tan ( =.= you know ... where you've spent all day out in the sun so you have one of those tans with a LOT of tan lines ) when I was younger but D : not a nice tan! So.. before the "summer" is up I want to get one! Beach time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so yesterday I went to catch Black Book with JY : D NICE MOVIE... ok not "nice" -.- It's actually a very sad movie and I got teary eyed in a few parts D : because I'm a sucker for people crying on screen.  But a very good movie.  Then I meet Bel and we went shopping wowo found some nice sale stuff YAY! I now own a pair of shorts!! =.= But umm.. first I need to get the tan so that I don't blind ppl with my white legs D : They'd probably sue me!! To bad for them I only have like ... 20 dollars to be sued for : D hahaha! So in the end I WIN! .... sorta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok today is Mao Mao's birthday so Happy 20th Bday! Also I'm coming down with a cold D : I'm loosing my voice and I'm getting that lovely red Rudolph nose that can be assosiated with drinking, drugs, or colds. -.- For me it's the later .... obviously... haha ... i don't drink or do drugs... lol yeah.... ok moving on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is coming home today : D but =.= that means I have to give up his office D : OHNO! so sad :c I like it in here ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-9211339255062026405?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/9211339255062026405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=9211339255062026405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/9211339255062026405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/9211339255062026405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-new-love.html' title='My New Love'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-981359605404237851</id><published>2008-06-24T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T19:55:33.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger</title><content type='html'>First of : D CONGRATS TO ERIKA FOR GETTING A BLOG!! you go girl!! Ok moving on ... while in the kitchen earlier I thought of something deep.. and meaningful and I came upstairs to blog and share it with everyone. BUT =.= then I forgot it. D :  I'm sure it'll come back to me soon.... aka eventually. OH! I remember! It was about the passing of time .......... uumm nooo not the Buddhist musical thing =.= I literally mean the passing of time.. how time passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    This year I'm going to be 18 and be in my last year of school before Uni.  Oscar.. is going to be 8.  I know that sounds well.. sorta =.= boring... but I truly realized what that means only a second ago. You see .. I remember how it felt to be 8 ... or 7 .. or even 6.  I have a lot of memories from back then. Good ones bad ones... and the funny thing is that it all feels like it happened yesterday but also like it never happened at all. Make sense? =.= It's ok to say "Umm.. noooo I think your going crazy Chu!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    When I was 8 we moved away from Finland and to the states.  I left my friends, my culture, my extended family ... everyone in my family did, and we traded them for a new life in America. =.= Er nooo we never wanted to live the "American Dream". Believe me -.- the "American Dream" is a marketing device used to lure innocent foreigners to America. Nah went to the States because my parents (well I was 8 =.= anywhere with friends was a good place to live in my mind) weren't feeling the Finnish Dream back in Finland. Any who I'm side tracking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I remember the new house.  D : Man did it feel big compared to our old one! I had my own room! Iida had her own room! Jan had his own room! .... Oscar wouldn't be born for 2 more years so.. no need for him to have a room.  The whole house was covered in carpet =.= And I remember thinking "There's probably a LOT of bugs living under this thing...." as Me Jan and Iida laid down on it and listened to the Madonna cd my mom had bough.. You know the Rays of Light One -.- It was playing on our new stereo.  Well we ripped the carpet out and added new floors... re-did the bedrooms... and put a safety net around the pool so that Jan Me or Iida didn't wonder out there at night and drown and TADA! Our new home was born!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Later we made other changes to the house like redoing the landscaping and adding an extra room to be my dad's office... but I sorta remember the original house best for some reason ... so strange =.= With its screens and sliding doors (which are glass D : and very hard to spot until you've walked right into them .. believe me.. i know ) and lizards D : and spiders D : and OUTDOOR POOL!! No more cold winters! No more pussy willows or birch trees! And no more Finnish! D :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    My 8 old self was well ... experiencing quite the culture shock. -.- Suddenly we had a car.. actually 2 cars! We had a tv with lots of channels! We had disneyland! We had suburban neighbor hoods! Flat land! Heat!  People whom I couldn't understand! Well... the list is endless. -.- The thing is .. at that point I felt so... well OLD! I felt so mature but now I look at Oscar and I think " He's a baby... just a little boy.  Was I really that young once?"  Time passes so fast ... 10 years ago I was as young as Oscar is now ... feeling like the most mature 8 year old in the world =.= World Traveler! English Master-er! Own room owner! Ahh the days of youth... I was so terribly optimistic about my new life ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Now to the whole point!! At 18 I'm still the same in many ways.. sure I AM more mature -.- but I forget I don't know anything. Sure I have a life .. but I haven't truly lived. And my life is changing again.  Another 10 years from now when I'm 28 I'll probobly look back with my mouth open and think "Oh ... my... B .... did I really think I was practically an adult?  I was just a child!!" But ... just like I'm sure my 8 year old self would have been super upset had you told her she was nothing but a little baby -.- my 18 year old self is sure to tell you "HA! I'm at lest LEAGALLY an adult : D " or something like that. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Time has changed me  ... hopefully for the better. I'm no longer called "Baxter" ( umm you guys remember the meow mix commercial? With the cat that calls is owner an starts singing the meow mix song using well... meowing... complaining that he wants the food and he wants it now.... yeah I used to be like that -.- ) I'm no longer as shy as I once was, while I still care what people think about me ... I know it the long run it doesn't matter, I understand who I am so much better then I used too but its only the beginning of more discoveries I have to make.  Life will slowly help  me solve the biggest mystery there is for any person to solve.. themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I've &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lived&lt;/span&gt; for 18 years ... but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt; is only just now getting ready to start.  Just like my 8 year old self conquered the unknown 10 years ago ... as my 18 year old self I plan to conquer this latest unknown ... my new adult life.  I plan to step forwa rd with optimism bright in my heart and fully accept what ever good or bad comes my way.  Ok I'm done emoing! Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-981359605404237851?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/981359605404237851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=981359605404237851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/981359605404237851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/981359605404237851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/06/blogger.html' title='Blogger'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-3913383509807719452</id><published>2008-06-22T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T22:07:14.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain Dead =.=</title><content type='html'>OH my head!! D : I've been working on school since 8 am what have I gotten done?? =.= I've translated three passages and answered some weird questions. Now I'm sitting in my dad's office (which i always high jack when hes away on a business trip x) It's a little like having my own room again : D) wearing my dad's sweater ( because the air con in here is uber low D : so that all the comps and fun stuff don't over heat ) drinking a cup of funny tasting tea while blogging away my frustration! D : What am I frustrated at? MYSELF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see... when it comes to getting work done I have two problems. -.- Poor time management.... and some strange desire to make stuff look "nice".  D : Combine those two elements together and well........... you end up with a lot of backed up worked towards the end of the year....which is about now..... so yeah... D : its my own fault Im stressed!! -.- I do this every year.... D : SOMEONE FIX MY BRAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ok the only option is to go some where and study -.- hence my dad's office.. where I won't be easily distracted by shinny objects like CD Roms or colorful things like colored pencils D : Yes... those things distract me.  The CD Roms usually have fun filled games on them like Sims 2 ( xD ) or Strong Hold Crusader .. and the colored pencils? -.- I start to doodle on every piece of paper in eye sight! D : ITS A SICKNESS I TELL YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In happier news I got dragged out of bed this morning to sing Happy Birthday to my brother : D HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAN!! You've been mentioned 2 times now!! Feel the love!  =.= Of course it wasn't exactly .... a pleasant way to wake up for my brother I think because none of our vocal cords were working properly yet.. we had that "cough cough" kind of sound to our voices and my eyes were I'm pretty sure only partially open. =.= ..................... D : I'm not a morning person. Even on my own Birthday I just sit up long enough to smile sleepy like and then I go to sleep again woohoo! After opening my presents of course x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I think my blog needs some pics... so here are some from my cruise!! ..........hold on a minute I need to blue tooth them to my comp... then upload them D : OK done : D Enjoy the pics!&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/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SF8tkFoIa1I/AAAAAAAAALI/7-Iut9NH3l4/s1600-h/Photo0177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SF8tkFoIa1I/AAAAAAAAALI/7-Iut9NH3l4/s320/Photo0177.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214936991527365458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the fam leaving the condo : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SF8tkK8ZrWI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hP4kQk1lOrE/s1600-h/Photo0180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SF8tkK8ZrWI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hP4kQk1lOrE/s320/Photo0180.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214936992954559842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here is Oscar playing on the Wii =.= It was super hard to get this pic.. he just kept moving!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SF8tkGpenMI/AAAAAAAAALY/xxhGuo23P4I/s1600-h/Photo0181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SF8tkGpenMI/AAAAAAAAALY/xxhGuo23P4I/s320/Photo0181.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214936991801449666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then Iida and Jan : D HAPPY BDAY JAN!! woohoo! third time! ......... btw Iida I think that's the BAD version of the peace sign............ um yeah I just googled it -.- THAT hand sign means "f***k off you t***t" NICE ONE IIDA!! D : NOW THIS PICTURE IS RUINED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SF8tkcL9GKI/AAAAAAAAALg/WIcXGbHDcRA/s1600-h/Photo0182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SF8tkcL9GKI/AAAAAAAAALg/WIcXGbHDcRA/s320/Photo0182.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214936997583198370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: D My mommy .. right after I took this she asked if her bleached teeth were being shown off in the pic LOL aww : D Love you Mamma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-3913383509807719452?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/3913383509807719452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=3913383509807719452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/3913383509807719452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/3913383509807719452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/06/brain-dead.html' title='Brain Dead =.='/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SF8tkFoIa1I/AAAAAAAAALI/7-Iut9NH3l4/s72-c/Photo0177.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-2570402917770267087</id><published>2008-06-22T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T08:30:29.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>increase in page views!!</title><content type='html'>YAY!! there has been an increase in page views!!! : D more people are visiting my blog!! I guess that means the brain washing i mean.... "quality control".... has started to work!  Now here's an update on my week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally went on vacation!!! ... although a very short vacation =.= ..... very short.......... but it was still a vacation!!! I went... on a cruise : D with my Mommy, Iida, Jan, and Oscar. My dad is on a business trip in Finland so he couldn't come with us :c.  Quite an uneventful trip but -.- this one Indian waiter seemed to take a liking to me D : what the heck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camera guy who was going around taking picture started talking to me too. D : MAYBE part of their job is to make the guests feel welcome but ... since both of them were probably around 30 =.= I just felt... well old!! I mean D : COME ON!? *sigh* well ... at least they weren't over 40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news tmr is Jans birthday so HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY LITTLE BROTHER!! : D Tmr he'll be 13 yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also :c todays Formula 1 race was disappointing... kimi had a good start but then .... HIS EXHAUST PIPE STARTED TO FLAP AROUND D : WHAT THE HECK!? Later the whole thing just flew off AND it burned a hole in the side of the car. Points to Kimi for finishing the 30 or so remaining laps AND coming in 2nd place. : ) ....... thats right ............. race car driving is the one sport I watch on tv : D why? because i couldn't call myself a true Fin if i didnt!! D :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In even more news I went to YH's bday party this Friday night : D which was FUN STUFF.  We played volleyball ( D : I need to get some skills) ate and acted like crazy ppl ( : D always fun! ) So HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY YINHONG!! idk if you read my blog.. but you might so happy birthday!! : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also PTF day was on Wed and I must say I'm very happy with how things went.  A thousand thanks to everyone who came to help out!!!!!! : D I promise to throw some sort of party for all of you guys......... one day .......... when I'm a bit less busy =.= Let's work together to make the next PTF event an even better one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I forgetting anything?? ............ OH!! On Sat Zeming taught us some basic video editing.  And next Sat we're all suppose to turn in an approx. 2 min video showing what we've learned ...... o_o.......... ok it sounds easy until you sit down to do it D : THERE'S A LIMITED AMOUNT OF CLIPS TO CHOOSE FROM!!!! ...... maybe ill grab my cam corder and go stage some new clips........ will that get my disqualified from the video contest?  D : Ok better not risk it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll actually be able to MAKE the video! D : ok sleep time! NIGHT! and ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-2570402917770267087?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/2570402917770267087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=2570402917770267087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/2570402917770267087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/2570402917770267087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/06/increase-in-page-views.html' title='increase in page views!!'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-1206443969792649435</id><published>2008-06-21T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T20:10:20.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ANOTHER ONE!! Done at 1 am SO its slightly.... wrong?</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;What will your next relationship be like?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;                Headlong- Queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        This answer can have two possible ( and both sexual wowo ) meanings. Do I need need to               elaborate more?? No?? OHYEAH!!  Its highly possible that my next bf is going to have a               big head... and i dont mean the one his shoulders ( although i guess thats another possible           translation... but a more boring one) OR....well i dont think i need to elaborate *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;What song describes your looove life?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;            Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Mamma??? D : I just killed a man.... a special man.... with a loooooong head wowo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you had 24 hours to live... what would you do?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;            Hate that I love You -Celine Dion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         ... D : yeah.. thats right there a celine dion verson of that song!! were you expecting rhianna!? think again!! SHES BUSY LOVIN AND HATIN THAT OTHER GUY!!!.... the guy whos name I've forgotten!!! BUT SHE HATES HIM!! yet... she loves him too... OH THE CONFUSION!! THE PUSH AND PULL.... push and pull?? wowo ohyeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;How would you describe yourself?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;            Wake up- Hilary Duff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        As a lazy bum : D who needs to get the fudge out of bed ..... : D I'm literally in my bed right              now .... mmmmm beeeeeeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;How will your marriage be?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;           Harder Hands (translation )  - PMMP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        "Honey...  YOUR NOT BEATING ME HARD ENOUGH!!!! I WANT TO FEEEL THE BUURRRN OH YEAH!! LIKE THAT OHYEAH!!' &lt;--- my husband    ... what!? he likes it wowo ......or at least the ipod shuffle game does : D         &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;How will the sex life in said marriage be?? ( wowo )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;            Coming Home by Blank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! wowo ohyeah! coming home is always the best *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your life in a nutshell?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;           Ain't No Other Man - Christina Aguleria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         After headlong wowo how could there possibly be another man who ... measured up *wink* to his... standard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;What will tomorrow be like?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;            My Boo - Alicia Keys and Usher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Obviously my future boo is headlong... but thats far in future.... until then... Im gonna date casper... hes a very VERY friendly ghost *wink* ohyeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;What was the hidden meaning behind yesterday?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;            Winter- classical dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         I put on my swimming suit... got my towel and tanning oil (hoping to lure some unsuspecting person to... apply if for me wowo ) and headed down the pool. I place towled on the chair... and tried to jump in... but .... I couldn't.....The reason?? Well the ipod shuffle says it was Winter yesterday.. so possibly... O__O The pool... was FROZEN!! ICE ICE BABY            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you were on a desert island you'd be.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;            Love Is On the Way - Celine Dion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        OMB the ipod shuffle knows me well!! If I desert island I could so want to get some... lovin *wink* over finding fresh food and water... or sending out an SOS in a bottle... which doesnt work... OR i could use the hair on my back to make a rope.. and then use said rope to tie some sea turtles together... but no ... me and the shuffle have a better idea *wink* wait on the beach till headlong arrives and then have a "party" ohyeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;A good looking guy walks into the room. You ...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;            Stand up - Ludacris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         ..............if I was a guy this would have double meaning if you get what i mean.... but as a girl... no duh id stand up!! but then ipod shuffle!? WHAT HAPPENS WHEN IM STANDING HUH!? DO YOU EXPEXT ME TO WING IT!? D : HOW WILL I KNOW WHAT TO DOOO!? DANCE!? LIMBO!? STRIP (this might have the reverse of the desired effect) !? D : &lt;&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your favorite way to gain attention is ....&lt;/li&gt;           Keep Holding On - Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         I like to grab random strangers... and then... just keep holding on. The cops?? ohyeah! they cant rip me off! BECAUSE I KEEP HOLDING ON!! D : *in whisper* I'll never let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;When your feeling low you always ............&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;            Flower Duet - Classical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         "I'm.. feeling a little low today.... but not to worry! All i need is a field full of flowers!! And a funky beat!! : D AND ILL FEEL ALLRIIIGHT AS I DAAANCE ALL NIIIIIGHT!! Just the flowers.. and me.... : D the flower duet ohyeah!!"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;If had to spend 24 hours as a man. You'd ...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;                Union - Black Eyed Peas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Ohyeah! I'd create a union alright wowo &lt;--- translate this anyway you want  &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Besides the PUMP ( wowo ) what else would you get from Walmart? ( : D the store that prides its self on low low prices and lots of product for your buck *wink* )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;               Angels are Calling - Ari Koivunen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Well yesterday.. i was watching tv.. and i saw this ad.. yes an ad for walmart O__O an ad... for a Heaven Phone. I went and bought it.. and now the angels just keep calling and calling me D : the only good part?? I've got God on speed dial : D and I can video call Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you were in a movie the movie would be ....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;        Track 08 ..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Well... doesnt that sound like a good title for a movie?? Track 08 staring Juulia A. Kar.  Action packed and sure to keep you on the edge.. of your set "Track 08" is the movie to watch this season!! Whats is about?? .............buy a ticket... go watch... and then youll know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Disclaimer * Tickers are non refundable. If the movie cases any serious mental problems, the production company and Miss Kar. are not to be held responsible. : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your idea of a perfect home is....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;                Sugar Sugar - Baby Bash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             .............well I always did joke about needing a Sugar daddy.................... now the ipod shuffle tells me ... its the perfect home! Who am I to argue?? : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;How will you die?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Track o9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         I'll die while filming the sequal to the critically acclaimed movie Track 08. :c .......... but not before enough of the film is complete to release it in theaters so make sure you buy a ticket... cause even when I'm dead... I'll still appreciate the money : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you were a super hero what would your theme song be??&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;               To Little To Late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Yes... I'd be that hero that always arrived late... and always did to little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last question lets make it a good one!! Describe your reaction to the other answers in this game. : D BETTER HAVE BEEN POSITIVE!!! : D *knife*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Air on the G String - Bach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           .................. i dont think they mean the thong G string .......... they mean the G string on a violin........... i hope.......... cause...... you know air on a g string?? O___O kinda sounds.... well you know..... actually my reaction to the thought of " air on someones g string" is about the same as my reaction to some of these question... disturbed and slightly amused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-1206443969792649435?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/1206443969792649435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=1206443969792649435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/1206443969792649435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/1206443969792649435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/06/d-another-one-done-at-1-am-so-its.html' title='ANOTHER ONE!! Done at 1 am SO its slightly.... wrong?'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-3579924300934132052</id><published>2008-06-18T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T06:50:15.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IPod game number 2!!!</title><content type='html'>Shuffle game rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. Press forward for each question.&lt;br /&gt;3. Use the song title as the answer to each question.&lt;br /&gt;4. Cheating optional (although I swear I didn’t cheat on any of these)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) &lt;em&gt;Describe your first date.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Push Play - Areosmith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyeah! wowo all my date had to do was push play baby and i was all set to go!! &lt;-- im not sure what thats supposed to mean but... it sounds like fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) &lt;em&gt;What is your personal religion?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They Don't Want Music - Black Eyed Peas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So true so true .... they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dont &lt;/span&gt;want music!! And it breaks my heart D : Because music.... is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) &lt;em&gt;What do you think of your current hometown?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other Chicks - Ciara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............its over run by other chicks! D : Plus.... how can you have a current hometown? isnt you home town where you were born???? D : confused confused confusion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) &lt;em&gt;What do you feel guilty about?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 12.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm yeah thats the name .... and since i dont cheat.... TRACK 12 IT SHALL BEEE!!! wowo i feel bad about the 12 __________ that _______________. You know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) &lt;em&gt;What embarrasses you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Hollaback Girl - Gwen Stefani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyeah! Its so emebrrasing when people HOLLABACK at my cause im a GIRL................... ok D : idk what to write!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) &lt;em&gt;What kind of restaurant would you open?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Purple Pills - D12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A drug selling pizzeria : D what else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) &lt;em&gt;How do you feel about fall?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl's Mind - Play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think fall can only be appreciated by a girls mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) &lt;em&gt;What's your greatest fear?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 in the Morning - Gwen Stefani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up at 4 in the morning to find another day has gone and lost .... D : shit i cant remember any more lyrics from the song!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) &lt;em&gt;What's your biggest weakness?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us -Celine Dion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes blog reader......... my bigger fear is the two of us getting together! D : I'm sorry but.... WE CAN NEVER BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) &lt;em&gt;What was the last lie you told?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say it right - Nelly Furtado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont lie!! i ALWAYS say it right!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) &lt;em&gt;What's the biggest thing you learned in school?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat Da Hook Gon Be - by someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don lean' nothin' fro' schoo'. Yous gotta  live in the streets brother to learn' bout liife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.) &lt;em&gt;What did you dream your life would be like as a child?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my Pocket - Mandy Moore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cotton white panties in my pocket!! LALALA..................... ok thats not the real lyrics D : but... maybe that IS what i dreamed my life would be like as a child!! Youll never know wowo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.) &lt;em&gt;What was your first serious girlfriend/boyfriend like?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Shuffle says: &lt;strong&gt;“Looking at the Sun” by Matthew Sweet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What We Shared - TaMara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!! THIS GAME LOVES ME!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.) &lt;em&gt;What were you doing 10 years ago?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Clean - Hillary Duff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........apparently exactly 10 years from this day..............10 years from this hour.............I was taking a shower ................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.) &lt;em&gt;What will you be doing in 10 years?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantasy - Mariah Carrey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantasy?? .......... OMB ILL BE MARRIED TO DYM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! : D AND LIVE IN A HOUSE MY THE SEA!!! JUST LIKE IVE ALWAYS WANTED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.) &lt;em&gt;What does a cry for help from you sound like?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get Your Freak On by Nelly Furtado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sound.......what does a cry for help from me LOOK like!! It looks like im getting my freak one baby!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.) &lt;em&gt;What do you buy at Wal-Mart ? Umm Wal-mart sells basically everything and prides itself on having low prices : D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pump it - Black eyed peas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this could mean one of 3 NO 4 things.... either i 1. bought a pump of some sort 2. got some gas PUMPED into my car 3. got a pair of PUMPS or 4. got PUMPED wowo ... well walmart DOES say they sell everything hohohoho!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.) &lt;em&gt;Describe your personal political philosophy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supermodel - Taylor Dayne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET A SUPERMODEL BECOME PRESIDENT!!!! why!? because 1. they will look good while in office and 2. a lot more people will be interested in politics (.....ok a lot more MEN will be intrested in politics)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.) &lt;em&gt;Do you like to travel?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakthru- Queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHyeah!! I love to make new breakthrus in travel!! My greatest invention??? wowo those little throw up bags they have on planes ohyeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.) &lt;em&gt;How do you feel about your coworkers?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl - Destiny's Child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ........ I see them all as girls.......... weak weak girls!! D : YEAH IM SEXIST!! DEAL WITH IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-3579924300934132052?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/3579924300934132052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=3579924300934132052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/3579924300934132052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/3579924300934132052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/06/ipod-game-number-2.html' title='IPod game number 2!!!'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-1877388549161752007</id><published>2008-06-16T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T19:09:24.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dashing Young Man</title><content type='html'>Dashing Young Man! Oh where oh where have you gone!? You came and stole my heart :c and then left me .. love less... your memory haunting my tag board and slowly breaking my heart!! Is there another woman?? It's alright... I can handle the truth.... I'm a big girl and big girls don't cry lada lada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO thats LIES!! big girls DO cry!!! D : I shed silent tears at night for you my love!! Your are my DYM... my "Dashing Young Man" .... my  "Darn Your Missed" :c The pieces of my heart lie on the floor in a million and one pieces! But my L-O-V-E for you is fully intact!! D :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But despite my love for you ... a few nights ago I went out :c Yes... I went out to find myself another man... a more dashing man... a man who can sail a boat.... I found this guy on a modeling website!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SFcZeDisxCI/AAAAAAAAAKg/cDghrJL9pxE/s1600-h/Dashing+Young+Man+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 182px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SFcZeDisxCI/AAAAAAAAAKg/cDghrJL9pxE/s320/Dashing+Young+Man+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212663097842254882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is Dan... He's 6'2'' likes boats puppies and taking long slow walks on the beach ... hes your replacement DYM... youve been replaced by a pretty boy with make up on his face!! Are you happy!? Is this what you wanted!?!? D: &lt; No NO NO DONT TOUCH ME!! I'M OVER YOU!! Good....GOOD BYE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHYEAH!! Hooray for being crazy!! : D In other news Belala is afraid of Balloons, Carter is quiet :c, I enjoy making flags , and glue guns rock my socks!! Tmr is the PTF Day Camp! Tonight its the PTF Day Camp prep session! AND being a rocker chick was so much fun!! That I'll have to do it again : D Any who here are some pics! *stole some from your blog bel woohoo!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SFcbK7MIg7I/AAAAAAAAAKo/EFlMn4Q9LuM/s1600-h/Photo0160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SFcbK7MIg7I/AAAAAAAAAKo/EFlMn4Q9LuM/s320/Photo0160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212664968205861810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: D THE LEGENDARY TOILET PHOTO... not not a picture of a toilet my american friends... a picture IN the toilet................ umm the bathroom not literally IN the toilet you know like we werent standing in the toilet it self.. its just that the whole room is called a toilet here..., yeah.. so we were in the toilet room....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SFcbLWw9--I/AAAAAAAAALA/FkwBYCmCVzQ/s1600-h/Chulabel%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SFcbLWw9--I/AAAAAAAAALA/FkwBYCmCVzQ/s320/Chulabel%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212664975608118242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Note how on the mirror it says Chulabel! in red lipstick!! : D We had to buy crappy one dollar lipstick for that! TALK ABOUT DEDICATION TO BEING A ROCKER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SFcbKy_hm9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/hIWkw3xN3uM/s1600-h/Photo0163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SFcbKy_hm9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/hIWkw3xN3uM/s320/Photo0163.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212664966005496786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SFcbLC_L9GI/AAAAAAAAAK4/oJfmQptPdpQ/s1600-h/Photo0164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SFcbLC_L9GI/AAAAAAAAAK4/oJfmQptPdpQ/s320/Photo0164.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212664970299044962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After clubbing at the Bus-Stop ( the hippest new night club in Singapore!!) Me and bel took the Clubber Bus Home while taking some totally rad photos! We wanted to try and take pics that looked like we were in a club woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-1877388549161752007?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/1877388549161752007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=1877388549161752007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/1877388549161752007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/1877388549161752007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/06/dashing-young-man.html' title='Dashing Young Man'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SFcZeDisxCI/AAAAAAAAAKg/cDghrJL9pxE/s72-c/Dashing+Young+Man+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-3726992599632856357</id><published>2008-06-15T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T08:57:21.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PARTY AT THE BUS STOP!!</title><content type='html'>SHE'S GOT THOSE APPLE BOTTOM JEEEANS BOOTS WITH THE FUUUUR LALALA GOT THE WHOLE CLUUUB LOOKIN' AT HEEEEER SHORTY GOT LOW LOW LOW LOW LOW LOW LOW LOW LOOOOW   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SFU47gIvzvI/AAAAAAAAAKY/I6so7JyYkWc/s1600-h/Photo0157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SFU47gIvzvI/AAAAAAAAAKY/I6so7JyYkWc/s320/Photo0157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212134738641276658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were ROCK STARS for the day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-3726992599632856357?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/3726992599632856357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=3726992599632856357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/3726992599632856357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/3726992599632856357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/06/party-at-bus-stop.html' title='PARTY AT THE BUS STOP!!'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SFU47gIvzvI/AAAAAAAAAKY/I6so7JyYkWc/s72-c/Photo0157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-6536889771883979191</id><published>2008-06-13T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T07:22:53.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun FUn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt; How to Play&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. Press forward for each question.&lt;br /&gt;3. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesn’t make sense. No cheating.&lt;br /&gt;4. With the answers, give your own comments on how it relates to the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How are you feeling today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Girl Next Door by Saving Jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!! I always feel like the girls next door!! You know! The girl guys are friends with but dont want to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you get far in life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;Can't Help Falling in Love by A*Teens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like loooove is in my future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do your friends see you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;Innuendo - Queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;innuendo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;i&gt;noun&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;an indirect (and usually malicious) implication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D : My friends see me as indirect and usually malicious!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you get married?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;Thoia Thoing by R.Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................I'm not even sure why thats on the ipod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your best friend’s theme song?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Everytime by Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL CARTER i hope you like your theme song!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the story of your life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;Piano Man by Billy Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!! Play us a song your the Piano man!! Play us a song tonight! Cause we're all in the mood for a melody! and you got us feeling alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was high school like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;Taydellinen - Tiktak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha translated that means perfect LOL or perfectly full&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How can you get ahead in life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;London Bridges- Fergie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL MOVE TO LONDON!! thats how you get ahead in life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What’s the best thing about your friends?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;Fat Bottomed Girls - Queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................................the best part about my friends is that they have ... fat bottoms??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What’s in store for this weekend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;Who Wants to Live Forever - Queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH another Queen song! and D : IT SOUNDS LIKE SOMEONE IS GOING TO TAKE THEIR LIFE!!! If anyone reading my blog is considering suicide.. please reconsider D :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Describe your grandparents.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;Gold Digger - Kanye West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My granpa's wife IS younger then my mom but im pretty sure she isnt a gold digger!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How’s your life going?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;Kumivirsi - PMMP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation?........... D : I'm not suuure!! I hope its something positive!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;Don't Stop Till You Get Enough- Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!! Yes! At my funeral please don't stop till you get enough!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does the world see you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;Don't Phunk With My Heart- Black Eyed Peas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D : I phunk with peoples hearts??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you have a happy life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;Class No. - Origa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............this is a classical song -.- I guess that means my life will be peaceful?? And pretty!? : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people secretly lust after you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;Red High Heels - Kelly Pickler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL YES!! But only when I wear red high heels :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you make yourself happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;Hallies Song - Eminem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............. I sing Hallies Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should you do with your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Say It Right - Nelly Furtado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH! With the power of my voice I'll say it right and create a change!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;Concrete Angel - Martina McBride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O___O The little kid in the song is BEAT TO DEATH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMBUDDHA DONT LET ME HAVE KIDS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song would you strip to?&lt;br /&gt;Gotta Get Up from Here - Ellie Lawson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL yup thats what I'll be saying after I fall down while attempting a difficult stripping move =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does your mum think of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;Yeah - Usher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom thinks "Yeeeeaaaah" when she thinks of me?? D :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your deep, dark secret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;Goin' Crazy - Natalie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My secret is I'm going crazy : D I wana be your lady Ive been thinking lately lalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your mortal enemy’s theme song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;Miss Independent - Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!!! : D Awww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s your personality like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;New York, New York - Frank Sinatra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE to travel!! : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song will be played at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;Audio Delite at Low Fidelity - Black Eyed Peas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!&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/8393146355590398501-6536889771883979191?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/6536889771883979191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=6536889771883979191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/6536889771883979191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/6536889771883979191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/06/fun-fun.html' title='Fun FUn!'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-3566277272610344258</id><published>2008-06-12T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T21:22:23.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pepsi Cola 123</title><content type='html'>Woohoo! : D I'm in a good mood!! Why?? Well... its do too two different things! .... 3 different things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing Numero Uno!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    K the number one reason I'm happy is because MY COMP IS ALIIIIVE !!! Just a few minutes ago i thought my new PINK comp was going to ..... D : die. Here is what happened :c Last night I turned my comp off as usual and then went to sleepy land never knowing the terror .. yes TERROR that would grip me when I woke up 8+ hours later!  When my mom finally managed to rouse me from my sleep ( =.= ) I sleepily went to turn on my beloved  comp.  When I came back from brushing my teeth I saw that on the screen was.............................................................NOTHING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D : The screen was black with a little blinky line at the top of the screen!! oh the horror!! D : I tried to restart but the same thing happened so I had to go fetch someone with more technical expertize then me.......... my 12 year old brother Jan : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Jan to fix the problem all I had to do was use my reboot cd which came with my comp but D : IT DIDNT WORK. So I high jacked my mommy's comp and went to the Dell website where : D I chatted with a tech person LOL! The whole time I kept thinking about Vicky's post about possible techie chat scenarios. K any who eventually after spamming F8 a lot the comp started working again O__O weird stuff. But the important thing is that The Pink Thing ( yes I've named my comp that : D ) LIVES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing Numero Dos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The second reason I'm in a good mood is because of Camp Ehi Passiko Exclusive LOL Quite fun : D I got adopted by team Buddha and woohoo won at Pepsi Cola 123 yay! So much for slow reflexes!!! haha! exciting game. And of course the bbq was fun : D but due to me lending so much eye power to the bqq pit .... D : I felt a bit wozzy afterwards due to the heat. Of course the people who were tending the fire the whole time must have felt even worse!! D :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    :c I was a bit sad I couldn't spend the night but what to do :c Next Dec Camp I'll be sure to stay up with everyone and p-a-r-t-y Camp Ehi Passiko style till the sun comes up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing Numero Tres ( errrr I THINK three is tres is spanish.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    STARBLO + monkey = A GO!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-3566277272610344258?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/3566277272610344258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=3566277272610344258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/3566277272610344258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/3566277272610344258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/06/pepsi-cola-123.html' title='Pepsi Cola 123'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-4636688737991528895</id><published>2008-06-08T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:01:04.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been over a week..</title><content type='html'>Ack!! Its been over a week since the last time i blogged @.@  I've just been so busy with everything that blogging sort of slipped my mind =.= But not to worry!! I'm here to update on my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So on Thursday of last week I went to the SBMY chalet : D fun fun BUT everything was sorta salty!! Due to fact that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; kept insisting we add more salt!! *cough*zeming*cough* : D LOL but it was still edible! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Then on Friday I spent the whole day from 9 am to 6 pm studying for my SATs on Saturday =.= I don't think I've ever worked that hard before!! Then I went to sleep at 9.45 ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    On Sat morning I woke up at 5.45 am @.@ Pulled on the clothes I'd set out for myself and made my way to the kitchen where I had two cups of coffee.  Then I sat down at the table and work work worked at more revision until around 6.45 when my taxi arrived. So I kissed my mommy good bye and headed off to my doom. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ........................................................ PLEASE LET ME PASS MY TEST!!! =.= If I score less than 1600....I will be very sad and discouraged. I'm not expecting to score more than 2000 on this one though.. but hopefully when I retake in Nov (yes I have to retake no matter what my score is :c ) I PLAN TO SCORE HIIIIIGH!! I have to in order to get into SMU or NUS =.= Which means that starting soon I'll be going to tuition :c Darn it!! I dont like tuition!! But -.- for the sake of my future... I must. I might also take the Clep exams =.= YAY! more studying!!!............. that was sarcasm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     K after my exams I went home ate and then went to meet Belala : D Fun Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       On Sunday Iida and my mom decided they wanted to BBQ so we had a family BBQ session!! woohoo!! And then since my mind was still running running =.= probably from stress ext. I stayed up with my Mommy and watched the Formula One races in Montreal :c  KIMI  AND HAMILTON KNOCKED INTO EACH OTHER!! Meaning neither of them could race AND kimi dropped from 2nd to 5th in the overall!!! Congrats to BMW on their first win though : D ( @.@ the driver who won has a quite a big nose) and go kimi go!!! BRING GLORY TO FINLAND!!!......... again!!!! : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    OH!! On Sunday I also went to watch the new Naria movie and let me just say O__O the best part of that movie was ... Prince Caspian!! =.= He has an accent!! what girl can resist that!? I may have to move to Hollywood and break into movies... but first I'll have too become uber good looking and learn to act ............. small obstacles!! ................................. ok i just googled him and it looks like hes 26................... :c what the heck!? I thought he was younger!! Don't  get me wrong 26 isnt OLD its just... older? =.= *sigh* .... well it would never have worked out anyways ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-4636688737991528895?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/4636688737991528895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=4636688737991528895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/4636688737991528895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/4636688737991528895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-been-over-week.html' title='Its been over a week..'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-6258278099385894659</id><published>2008-06-01T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T09:21:25.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets</title><content type='html'>I have a secret confession to make.... I sometimes wish I had been born in the days of hoop skirts and horse carriages... in a little land called England. =.= That's right... sometimes I start to wonder what life would have been like if today wasn't 2008 but 1808!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its probably because I've been brain washed by period dramas and books written by Jane Austen =.= It all seems so... well exciting!! And not to mention romantic.  All the balls and big dresses ... dashing young men in suits. Summer houses winter houses.... -.- obviously I'm talking about the lifestyles of the rich of the 18th century.  My only problem with back then?? Women were expected to remain at home and have babies @.@ LOTS of babies and... thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I thought I'd share since I was thinking about how cool it would be to live in a time when people didn't look at you like you're crazy if you wear a puffy dress =.= and I thought I'd share. LOL Niiiight!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-6258278099385894659?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/6258278099385894659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=6258278099385894659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/6258278099385894659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/6258278099385894659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/06/secrets.html' title='Secrets'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-1063571395980245588</id><published>2008-05-29T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T19:04:54.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL quizes!!</title><content type='html'>: D more quiz results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="fontbold blue"&gt;Result:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="fontbold lightblue"&gt;Saint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;You can't be a better person than a saint. You're selfless, sweet, and we wouldn't be surprised if you could perform a miracle or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the personality types on this test, yours is by far the most respectable.  We mean, how couldn't everyone love you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember, though - as nice as it is to help other people, sometimes you gotta help &lt;i&gt;yourself&lt;/i&gt; a little, too.  Don't be afraid to a little selfish every now and then.  Seriously!  We give you permission.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="fontbold blue"&gt;STATS:&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fontbold lightblue"&gt;7% (46,033)&lt;/span&gt; other teens are also &lt;span class="fontbold lightblue"&gt;Saint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fontbold lightblue"&gt;915,326&lt;/span&gt; people have taken this quiz.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most people who take this quiz get this result: &lt;span class="fontbold lightblue"&gt;Cucumber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="fontbold blue"&gt;Result:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="fontbold lightblue"&gt;Llama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;A lot of people don't realize this, but llamas are the coolest animals on the planet. They are totally laid back, they have stylish hairdo's, and they've got good attitudes towards all creatures, big and small. They're like the "awesome next door neighbors" of the animal kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a llama! Be happy, be proud. Then go out and spread the word that there's nothing cooler than a llama. The world has got to know the truth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="fontbold blue"&gt;STATS:&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fontbold lightblue"&gt;34% (111,810)&lt;/span&gt; other teens are also &lt;span class="fontbold lightblue"&gt;Llama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fontbold lightblue"&gt;503,227&lt;/span&gt; people have taken this quiz.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most people who take this quiz get this result: &lt;span class="fontbold lightblue"&gt;Llama&lt;/span&gt;, just like you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;LOL!!! IM A LAMA!! .... dont they spit on people.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="fontbold blue"&gt;Result:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="fontbold lightblue"&gt;Party Animal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;No doubt about it.  You're a total booze-hound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party Tip! Want to try mixing things up at your next party? Don't show up! It'll give you an air of mystery that you just can't achieve by being there. Not into the idea? Then just wear a disguise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="fontbold blue"&gt;STATS:&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fontbold lightblue"&gt;25% (72,105)&lt;/span&gt; other teens are also &lt;span class="fontbold lightblue"&gt;Party Animal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="fontbold lightblue"&gt;420,663&lt;/span&gt; people have taken this quiz.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most people who take this quiz get this result: &lt;span class="fontbold lightblue"&gt;Love Junkie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;LOL oh yes!! I'm a real big drinker!! haha!!............. yeah right =.= My drink of choice?? : D orange juice!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-1063571395980245588?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/1063571395980245588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=1063571395980245588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/1063571395980245588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/1063571395980245588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/05/lol-quizes.html' title='LOL quizes!!'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-4913592695656254249</id><published>2008-05-27T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T20:59:36.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging Time</title><content type='html'>Ack its been a few days since I've blogged anything! =.= I actually started to write entries but @.@ I didn't end up finishing them so I couldn't post.  My week so far has been pretty uneventful.  Full of math more math and a little bit of math on top of the math. :c I HATE MATH!!! Ok hate is to strong a word.... I dislike math with a burning passion. : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll only a little over a week till my exams and then im math free!! Woohoo!! I'll be in such a good mood at camp I'll probably scare people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    " Umm Juulia do you mind helping me pass these out??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    " : D LIFE IS WONDERFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I'll also be worrying about how I did so the full convo will probably look like this..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    " Umm Juulia do you mind helping me pass these out??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    " : D LIFE IS WONDERFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "O_O errr ok..... here just pass them out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    " :c WHAT IF I FAILED!?!?! my.. my plans would be ruined!!!! Id have to work at Mac's              because no Uni would want me!! @.@ OMBUDDHA!! *rant continues for 15  minutes*                    :c......................................... : D  But I'm done studying math!!! LIFE IS WONDERFUL!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes thats right... I'll be extremely happy and worried at the same time.   I won't settle down until about a week after the exam.  -.- Till then I'm a human shaped pile of stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright time for me to go do more math =.= Lucky me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-4913592695656254249?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/4913592695656254249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=4913592695656254249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/4913592695656254249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/4913592695656254249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/05/blogging-time.html' title='Blogging Time'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-5786996681402308561</id><published>2008-05-25T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T20:13:36.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>: D  I have a new song thats going on my "Strange but AWESOME Songs" List.  It's P.D.A. by John Legend.  I heard it on the radio just a minute ago and I had to go to the radio stations website to find the name of the song LOL =.= The lyrics are just so... well its basically about having sex in public places HAHA! ok so you guys have probobly guessed by now that I found the song a bit funny. : D Here are the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;"P.D.A. (We Just Don't Care)"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go to the park&lt;br /&gt;I wanna kiss you underneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we'll go too far&lt;br /&gt;We just don't care,&lt;br /&gt;We just don't care,&lt;br /&gt;We just don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I love you when you're loving me&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's better when it's publicly&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ashamed, I don't care who sees&lt;br /&gt;Us hugging &amp;amp; kissing our love exhibition all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll rendezvous out on the fire escape&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to set off an alarm today&lt;br /&gt;The love emergency don't make me wait&lt;br /&gt;Just follow I'll lead you&lt;br /&gt;I urgently need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go to the park&lt;br /&gt;I wanna kiss you underneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we'll go too far&lt;br /&gt;We just don't care&lt;br /&gt;We just don't care&lt;br /&gt;We just don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's make love, let's go somewhere they might discover us&lt;br /&gt;Let's get lost in lust&lt;br /&gt;We just don't care,&lt;br /&gt;We just don't care,&lt;br /&gt;We just don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you closing down the restaurant&lt;br /&gt;Let's sneak and do it when your boss is gone&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's leaving we'll have some fun&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's wrong but you're turning me on.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, we'll take a visit to your Mama's house&lt;br /&gt;Creep to the bedroom while your Mama's out&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she'll hear it when we scream and shout&lt;br /&gt;And we'll keep it rocking until she comes knocking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go to the park&lt;br /&gt;I wanna kiss you underneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we'll go too far&lt;br /&gt;We just don't care,&lt;br /&gt;We just don't care,&lt;br /&gt;We just don't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's make love,&lt;br /&gt;Let's go somewhere they might discover us.&lt;br /&gt;Let's get lost in lust&lt;br /&gt;We just don't care,&lt;br /&gt;We just don't care,&lt;br /&gt;We just don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we keep up on this fooling around&lt;br /&gt;We'll be the talk of the town&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell the world I'm in love any time&lt;br /&gt;Let's open up the blinds 'cause we really don't mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh I don't care about the propriety&lt;br /&gt;Let's break the rules and ignore society&lt;br /&gt;Maybe our neighbors like to spy, it's true&lt;br /&gt;So what if they watch when we do what we do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let's go to the park&lt;br /&gt;I wanna kiss you underneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we'll go too far&lt;br /&gt;We just don't care,&lt;br /&gt;We just don't care,&lt;br /&gt;We just don't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's make love, let's go somewhere they might discover us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John isnt shy : D LOL GO JOHN LEGEND!! WRITE MORE SONGS I'LL be O_O at and then start singing along too!!! Lets go to the paaark... I wana kiss you under neath the stars lala!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-5786996681402308561?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/5786996681402308561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=5786996681402308561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/5786996681402308561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/5786996681402308561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/05/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-5176657683521662537</id><published>2008-05-25T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T08:14:54.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Semi- Stalker Readers</title><content type='html'>-.- It has come to my attention yet again that people are visiting and NOT TAGGING!!! :c It makes me sad!! I spend so long writing none sense and then people don't leave tags .... those of you who read but don't tag are what I like to call my "semi-stalker readers" -.- It's like... going out to visit your friend.. but instead of saying hi and letting them know you've come to visit you just sit and watch what ever your friend is doing at that moment. Come up and say hi!! It makes me happy!! It motivates me to blog!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ok moving on ... -.- I seem to be falling into a slightly depressed mode.  It's a combination of everything happening in my life I guess. Not to worry of course since I tend to bounce back rejuvenated after a bit.  My down time is really my think time ... when I let my brain grind all the information I've gathered and then re-analyze and reorganize it.  @.@ I ponder little things to much ... I know!! But its the Chu Chu way! I can't help it. :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    But : D on the positive June looks to be a month to look forward too!  First I have my exams =.= (Ok not fun) then camp : D then the band auditions : D then a cruise : D and then.. something that I forgot -.- woohoo for fun filled June!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-5176657683521662537?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/5176657683521662537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=5176657683521662537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/5176657683521662537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/5176657683521662537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/05/semi-stalker-readers.html' title='Semi- Stalker Readers'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-4498033761384451236</id><published>2008-05-22T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T03:44:35.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Cut</title><content type='html'>So I just got home from having my hair cut. -.- Now... I'm the type of girl who typically likes things like clothes, make-up, nail-polish, perfumes, hair care products ect. BUT :c I don't like getting my hair cut!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I was thinking about it on the way back home ... my dislike of hair cuts that is.. and I remembered that at one point I didn't dislike hair cuts. : D Why? Because my hair dresser at the time was a good looking man LOL x) But :c my mom had to go and ruin it by telling me that he @.@ wore lip gloss. Now... either he was busy doing something else then just cutting hair and THATS how he got the lip gloss on.... or he applied it himself. =.= Sadly the  second seems more likely.... any way I don't go there anymore so -.- no need to feel sad that women all over the world have one less good looking man to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    What I actually wanted to blog about was something that I thought of on Wed as I listened to Ven. Dr. Anuruddha talk.  I thought of my most perfect memory... you know the kind of memory I mean.. the kind that seems utterly out of this world -.- almost more dream then reality.  Mine goes as followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The last time I went to Finland was many years ago... during the summertime.  We only stayed for about two weeks spending most of the time in Helsinki, the capital of Finland, but.. we went out to the country side to visit my Grandpa and his wife who had rented a small cottage for the summer.   Renting a place away from the city is a very common Finnish practice during the summer time.. and when I was younger my family used to rent a cabin out in the woods and spend a few days or even weeks there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    It's hard to describe how peaceful it is out in the woods ... its as though the rest of the world has stopped... as though time standing still for you.  The only sounds you hear are those of birds chirping in the trees.. of the wind as in gently rustles the leaves and the water if your fortunate enough to find yourself close to a river or the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    It was to a place like this that my Grandpa and his wife had retreated too and where they invited us to come spend the day.  We drove through wheat fields on old dirt roads.. through roads leading through woods until we finally came to the little cabin they had rented. A really small place.. perfect for two people but a little crapped for the 8 of us to be in at once, so us kids jumped into our swim suits and made our way through the forest bare foot to the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The water wasn't the sea.. it was river.  So there were plants growing along the shore and the water was cool and dark with a rocky bottom.  Swimming in a river is totally different from swimming at the beach or in a pool.  The water is fresh.. and soft. And you can hear the plants being swayed by the wind around you. There was small floating dock leading out into the water and we walked along it and climbed down the little later into the water. Swimming and splashing and ... well the rest of the story isn't mine to tell but lets just say an important part of clothing was lost and the person who list it refused to come out of the water until a towel was brought much to the amusement of the rest of us. Then after swimming our parents called us to come back to the cabin and we made out way back through the woods up to where the adults were. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Our grandpa had heated up the sauna for us while we were swimming.  Not one of those electric kinds but the real old fashioned kind where you have to put wood inside... wood my grandpa had cut earlier in the day. I remember my dad went out and made a whip thing out of birch branches.... I don't know how to describe it or what its called -.- but its basically birch tree branches tied together.  And then you hit your skin with it to make the blood flow faster. LOL we had so much fun with that thing.. playfully hitting each other while Oscar informed us that because hes "American" he hates the sauna and he hates the heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Then my grandpa took the boys fishing while my daddy, Iida and me went to take the old row boat we found pulled up on shore for a test drive. LOL so much fun rowing in that thing.  Seeing other people further down the river swimming and splashing. Then when me and Iida tried to steer we accidentally crashed into a bunch of plants growing in the water along the shore and our Daddy scolded us a bit. Then we rowed back to shore and the feast that awaited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    My favorite part about Finland besides the fact that I find the nature there so beautiful is the food... and not just any food but the bread. Finnish rye breads is in my mind the best bread in the world. And after the bread comes the fish. Fish and bread... I could live of those two thing.  Those and berries which we can pick in the woods during certain times of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I was happy truly happy that day enjoying the company of my family and I didn't want to leave... but eventually the time came for us to head out and saying good bye to our grandpa and his wife... we packed ourselves into our car and started the long drive back to where we were staying.  It was when we came out of the woods and onto the dirt road that went through a wheat field that I saw what I still consider to be one of the most beautiful events I've had the fortune to witness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I saw mist...Flowing over the road... over the wheat.  I saw the sky alight with shades of red, pink, and yellow painting everything around us in those shades... even the mist.  I can't describe it in words.. because words aren't enough.  But in that one moment t I felt... more calm and peaceful then I've ever felt and i realized... that no matter how bad things are.. how bad things get.. there is still beauty in the world.  There is still goodness. I want to paint what I saw one day.. because I still have that picture in my mind so clearly. I still remember how my whole family seemed to quiet down ... and just enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    That's my perfect day... -.- my writing doesn't do it justice... but I hope you get at least a little glimpse of what that day was like for me.  That memory isn't a place I return to often.. I just think about it sometimes and smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Then came my favorite part of visiting Finland... the food! The bread especially.  The best bread I have ever had has always been Finnish bread.  The really thick and dark rye breads. A&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-4498033761384451236?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/4498033761384451236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=4498033761384451236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/4498033761384451236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/4498033761384451236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/05/hair-cut.html' title='Hair Cut'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-2873842181906375394</id><published>2008-05-22T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T06:13:06.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part Two</title><content type='html'>=.= .... Belinda says I'm going to have a lot of angry Christians targeting my blog because of my tag board @.@ PLEASE DONT KILL ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ok so this is part two of my last post about... I'm not really sure what its about. =.= But here's part two of it anyways.  So we left of at the part where the I was debating with my Christan friend in class.. well he wasn't exactly a friend.. pervert is more like it please look at this email he sent me at one point @.@ Screen names have been  changed for privacy reasons. (I'd forgotten all about this but C forwarded it to me LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hype : lol! big move!&lt;br /&gt;phoenix : i wanna make out with u b4 u leave&lt;br /&gt;phoenix : WAIT&lt;br /&gt;phoenix : lol jk&lt;br /&gt;Hype: u better be!!!!&lt;br /&gt;phoenix : unless....&lt;br /&gt;Hype : sry there is absolutlly no way id make outith u shaun!!&lt;br /&gt;phoenix : LOL&lt;br /&gt;phoenix : why&lt;br /&gt;Hype : i dont feel thaty way bout u!&lt;br /&gt;phoenix : LOL&lt;br /&gt;phoenix : but u gotta leave, so ...&lt;br /&gt;phoenix : goodbye gift&lt;br /&gt;phoenix : lol&lt;br /&gt;Hype : loL! id only live three moths out of the year there&lt;br /&gt;phoenix : oh&lt;br /&gt;phoenix : so b4 u leave each year&lt;br /&gt;phoenix : it can be out secret&lt;br /&gt;phoenix : im good at makin out&lt;br /&gt;Hype : no!!!&lt;br /&gt;phoenix : OK lol&lt;br /&gt;InsanHype : lol!&lt;br /&gt;phoenix : i was only joking&lt;br /&gt;phoenix : unless u  want to then tell me&lt;br /&gt;phoenix : i wont bring it up again&lt;br /&gt;phoenix : lol&lt;br /&gt;Hype : try it on L she still likes u&lt;br /&gt;phoenix : SHHH dont tell carter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@.@ Ohyeah! That's the guy I debated with. Anyway ... my dad started to get more into Eastern things since he was spending more time in Asia and especially India. -.- And then my parents told us we were going to Asia for a "vacation" Yeeeeaaaah... a very permanent vacation!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up moving to Singapore and have been here ever since. And now : D I'm a proud member of Singapore Buddhist Mission Youth.   -.- Thats the short ending. The long ending is.. well longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first really exposure to Buddhism was during the June 2006 Camp Ehi Passiko held by SBMY.  I went really because my parents wanted me to -.- I'm not really the camp going type.  I love air conditioning, soft beds, warm water, =.= basically all of the things you don't generally find at camp. Which is why usually I avoid them like the plague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juulia                                                                                                                                                   Camps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup... but my mom was very instant that me and Iida go to this one.. so we went and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: D out of steam!! Until Next time!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-2873842181906375394?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/2873842181906375394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=2873842181906375394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/2873842181906375394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/2873842181906375394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/05/part-two.html' title='Part Two'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-4725548076675219072</id><published>2008-05-20T21:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T22:28:45.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Break</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine had to go through some heart break today as well do eventually.  Imagine his (and my) surprise when I started to talk about the 4 Noble Truths. -.- I usually don't mention Buddhist concepts/views to my friends.. especially not American friends. Why? Because I think everyone is entitled to their own religious views -.- and its not nice to impose ... but the 4 Noble Truths seemed to fit so perfectly with what was bothering him. I guess you could call it a epiphany for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    It set me thinking about my views on life as they are today.  What am I?? Am I really Buddhist? Or a fusion of different things.  I was born Christian technically speaking -.- and I'm baptized but.. I've never felt close to that religion.  Well -.- I did pray sometimes when I was feeling at my lowest but that was when I was 8 or 9, but for selfish things.  Since my family wasn't religious I grew up not hearing anything good... or bad about any religion. We had Bibles.. but we also had books on Buddhism and other eastern religions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    When we loved to the States when I was 7 turning 8 ... I didn't speak any English. -.- Even when I started school... I didn't speak any. But I remember the first few girls who became my friends. I was happy. : D Anyways one of the girls came from a rather religious family -.- a rather Christian family and it was through her that I became involved with this one Church. -.- I went for 2 of their camps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    But.. the religion itself never really interested me -.- why?? Because they told me I was a "sheep". @.@ A SHEEP!? "We are all sheep in God's flock" That's what they said... My thoughts were " ...but sheep o_o are sorta mindless... and just followed blindly. I don't WANT to be a sheep!" -.- Basically a simple reference to sheep was all it took to turn me off being a Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Well.. technically I was still a "Christian" but I wasn't a practicing one.. and I didn't believe really in God. -.- I only believe in him when I wanted something to happen @.@ Like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    "Dear God.. I really like _____ O_O pretty please make him like me too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    -.- Oh yes.. I was very mature back then. Anyway I wasn't really an Atheist.. but I didn't believe there was "one God" and that every religion besides Christianity was wrong. -.- I was more "It's all just names for the same universal energy!!" By then I'd stopped saying I was Christian (this was when I was around 14) and started saying I wasn't anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I remember onetime in science class we were learning about evolution when one of the Christian guys stood up angry saying we're all decedent from Adam and Eve. @.@ And I was like wtf... aaaand sorta -.- started debating with him. Of course I couldn't convince him -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    O_O out of steam.. the Buddhist part of my adventures will have to wait till next time : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-4725548076675219072?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/4725548076675219072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=4725548076675219072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/4725548076675219072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/4725548076675219072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/05/heart-break.html' title='Heart Break'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-7906537998216734506</id><published>2008-05-20T19:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T19:15:37.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>43!?</title><content type='html'>=.= WHAT!? the quiz  says in 43!!!!!!!!!!!!! thanks so old =.= and then when I looked it said most people got a score that said they were 7 -.- ...... wowo but at least now I have an excuse to act immature hohoho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-7906537998216734506?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/7906537998216734506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=7906537998216734506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/7906537998216734506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/7906537998216734506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/05/43.html' title='43!?'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-6390447872518398439</id><published>2008-05-20T19:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T19:12:14.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=.=</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="375" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 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font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; color: #0000FF; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Take This Quiz!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/quizzes-widget/cleardot.gif" alt="" width="1" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal; color: #000000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Plow through this quiz &amp; we'll tell you what your &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; age is, up in your noggin.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/quizzes-widget/cleardot.gif" alt="" width="1" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;td width="10"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 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font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; color: #FFFFFF; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;meet cool peeps&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/quizzes-widget/quiz_footer_right.gif" width="15" height="75" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/quizzes-widget/quiz_footer_btm.gif" width="375" height="10" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/table&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bHQ9MTIxMTMzNTg3NDYzNyZwdD*xMjExMzM1OTMxNzcwJnA9MjE5MjcxJmQ9V2hhdCUyN3MrWW91citNZW5*YWwrQWdlJTNGJm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTE=.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-6390447872518398439?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/6390447872518398439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=6390447872518398439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/6390447872518398439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/6390447872518398439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_20.html' title='=.='/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-3363760939201463843</id><published>2008-05-18T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T18:37:05.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weeee another one!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;         &lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Who was the last person in your bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   .....im IN my bed right now but before that?? wowo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; yup -.- but I've also been told i have small and cold eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Do you ever keep arguing when you know you're wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. not for very long.. I'll usually admit defeat if I know I'm wrong -.- but if I think I'm right I can go on for quite sometime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;What did you do today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I woke up :c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;What are you wearing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im wearing pajama pants with monkeys and bananas on them and a dark blue shirt as well as my orange bathrobe =D ohyeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;How is your hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up  with a clip =.= i wake up with bed hair ... so i just toss it up with what ever my hands land on first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Do you like your first name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm well... i can't picture myself with any other name -.- like kelly or something @.@ so i guess i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Do you like to cuddle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Name something great that happened today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D There was coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Who was the last person's voice you heard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My moms ..but technically my own since i was =.= talking to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;When was last time you saw your Father?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;just a second ago when i was in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Last time you smoked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i dont smoke -.- so never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Do you like your life as of now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm yup =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Regret doing anything in the past week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.... *the rest is censored due to graphic content*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;When did you last cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;two day's ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Do you still talk to the person who hurt you the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm yes and no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Who's car were you last in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where you listening when I said what i regret doing this week!? go back up and read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Last thing you drank?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coffee =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;What did you do last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;When is your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;September 30,1990 =D 18 this year!! woohoo! *score!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Where does most of your family live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half is in Finland the other half in the States&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Did you kiss or hug anyone today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no :c :c :c &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ever told someone you loved them and meant it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm besides my family?? wowo only cartie &lt;3 feel the love twiny! but hes practically family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Have you broken a bone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;noooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;What was the last reason you went to the doctor for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;regular check-up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Have you ever slapped someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....................wowo ohyeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Who are there pictures of in the room you're currently in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my family some friends &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;What are you waiting for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idk -.- more coffee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Who are you talking to right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;friiiiends online&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;When's the last time you told someone you loved them &amp;amp; meant it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(R) Juulia says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 feel the love twiny! &lt;-- that was like 2 minutes ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Have you ever been suspended or expelled from school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;umm no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;What's the best way to tell someone you love them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just tell them -.- things dont happen like in movies.. the chances of the situation being picture perfect are well.. preeeetty slim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Would you ever date someone, just for a boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;no.. i think thats unfair to both people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Who was the last person who called you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wrong number :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;If you're being extremely quiet what does it mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that im depressed usually -.- or that my head hurts -.- or that im thinking really hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Do you regret anything from your past?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;well.. there are moments I  cringe at -.- and that I'm not proud of but.. they are a part of me so no .. I don't regret them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;What did you eat last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hmm... cant remember :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Has anyone told you they missed you lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Are you wearing any clothes that don't belong to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;umm yes and no ... this shirt used to be my dads o__o but i successfully carried out a rescue mission to save it from his closet... so now its mine =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonfires or fireplaces?&lt;br /&gt;both please =D if im right under fire works and i can hear them going off ... my hear starts pumping faster and i get a big grin x) so exciting but a bonfire sounds nice too &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- nice_bully --&gt;                                                                                            &lt;table align="right" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;                                &lt;br /&gt;                            &lt;/td&gt;                                                              &lt;td align="right"&gt;                                    &lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-3363760939201463843?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/3363760939201463843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=3363760939201463843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/3363760939201463843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/3363760939201463843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/05/weeee-another-one.html' title='weeee another one!'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-2879496429702834078</id><published>2008-05-17T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T03:18:23.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday and Fridau</title><content type='html'>Thursday-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I meet Belala at 2ish =D and we went Shoe-ping (shoe shoping) We we're actually looking for a pair of heels for Bel and a dress for me put @.@ I ended up buying shoes instead. Why?? Because I found nice gold ones at 28 dollars =D *score* A girl can never have too many high heels!!..........ok she can =.= Here me and Belala are on the  MRT&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SC6b5Lt_A8I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/-2BpHRISJxQ/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 151px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SC6b5Lt_A8I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/-2BpHRISJxQ/s320/Image012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201266026360013762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and let me just sat OH MY BUDDHA!! why is my hair that blonde!?!?!?! =.= I've been thinking its darker but its so light!! I think the sun is bleaching it lighter -.- that and my skin which is pretty white too ... im turning pale!!...ok fine paler!! And no im not bored =.= I'm simply worn out from shoe-ping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Then we had our PTF meeting at Starbucks ( coffee =D ) at which I used my new PINK laptop! =.= But carrying that thing around all day wasn't really fun ... but I felt so pro using it in public =D so the inconvenience of having to carry it around was totally worth while!!  *score!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only bad thing about the day was that I wasn't able to go with my mom to drop of the medical supplies we're sending to Burma -.- The poor people there are living in such awful conditions and suffering so much right now.  Seeing the picture on Shi Xiong's blog of the young children made me think of what it would be like if one of my own siblings was floating in the water like that... it's an awful way to die.. and to die before you have had a chance to experience the human life you have been given is.. well lets just say I got a little teary eyed looking at those children and I wish there was more I could do to help the ones who are still alive and suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ok so on Friday started out pretty boring -.- I woke up.. did some math... went to piano class... and then it became a good day. I finally found white eyeliner and then I went home and got dressed to go to Yin hong's guitar concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; GOOD JOB YIN HONG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The concert was really very nice =D I like listening to music.  But =.= both me and Belinda were... a taaaad over dressed @.@ but what to do? Just straighten your back keep eye contact and act cooool. Yes coool. of course the best part was.... aaafterwaards  wowo *score!*&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/8393146355590398501-2879496429702834078?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/2879496429702834078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=2879496429702834078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/2879496429702834078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/2879496429702834078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/05/thursday-and-fridau.html' title='Thursday and Fridau'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Zdp9-t7whQ/SC6b5Lt_A8I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/-2BpHRISJxQ/s72-c/Image012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-8386253278022484233</id><published>2008-05-15T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T09:20:02.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=D</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1. At what age do you wish to marry?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.................how am I suppose to know when I'll get married?? =.= But not before I'm 25 -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. What do you want the most now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...hmm nothing?? I have my family, my friends, my health, and my new PINK laptop what more could I ask for myself materially? =D soooo ill say to grow spiritually and emotionally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Who is the person you trust the most?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  I trust everyone until they prove to be un trust worthy!! And as for the people who I trust more than others =D You know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Do you think you have enough confidence?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmm no more than the average person... and no less&lt;wowo&gt;&lt;/wowo&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. If you had a dream that would come true, what would it be?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;..................................................uuuuummmmmmmmmmm O_O ive always wanted to ... FLY!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Are you satisfied with yourself?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;eh I'll settle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. What are you most afraid to lose now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not really afraid right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmm I think no one falls in love and then can just remain in love -.- you have to work to stay together... and maybe its that which makes the love so special in the end??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Have you broken someone's heart that he/she tried to commit suicide?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...um no... what kind of question is this anyways??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. What do you like most about yourself?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;... im going to dominate the world =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. What are the requirements that you wish for the other half?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;=D they have to be able to help me dominate the world .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12.What feelings do you hate most?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I don't hate feelings.. -.- they might not always be pleasant but that doesn't mean we should dread them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yes.. i cherish every friendship be it past present or future. even the ones that didn't end well are important to me because they've helped to shape me as a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14. Do you believe in god?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.......... yes .... i believe in the DnD God Pelor o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15. Who do you think is that most important in your life?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmm how can u pick just one thing as most important?? everything is interconnected -.- but .. my family =) where would i be without them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16. Who do you hope to be always there for you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The same people who are on my super trust list :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;17. What do you regret most in your life now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I try not to regret anything in life... why live in the past when there is so much future ahead of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;18. What kind of friend do you hope to be in your friend's eye?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmmm I hope they can see me as the kind of person who will be there for them when they need to talk to someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;19. What are you doing currently?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...chatting.. drinking water.. and typing this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20. What do you like doing most?&lt;/p&gt;........................................HOW CAN I PICK JUST ONE THING!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-8386253278022484233?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/8386253278022484233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=8386253278022484233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/8386253278022484233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/8386253278022484233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/05/d_15.html' title='=D'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-1950803184941450189</id><published>2008-05-14T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T20:42:15.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Action Drama</title><content type='html'>O_O Presenting to you chapter 2!! read it in my tag board =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-1950803184941450189?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/1950803184941450189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=1950803184941450189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/1950803184941450189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/1950803184941450189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/05/live-action-drama.html' title='Live Action Drama'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393146355590398501.post-1474224969678314045</id><published>2008-05-14T11:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T11:08:24.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About the Tag Board Convo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOL!! CARTER YOUR AWESOME!! Feel the love twiny!! I haven't had that much fun in ages =D &lt;3 your the best friend a girl could ask for woohoo! hands down! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*in case you guys haven't caught on the tab board drama was fake -.- me and carter took turns saying things LOL * you can read what we wrote in the post below its in an easy to read format =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393146355590398501-1474224969678314045?l=afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/feeds/1474224969678314045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393146355590398501&amp;postID=1474224969678314045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/1474224969678314045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393146355590398501/posts/default/1474224969678314045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afewwordsfromj.blogspot.com/2008/05/about-tag-board-convo.html' title='About the Tag Board Convo'/><author><name>Juulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12645568504704363288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:t
